#I blame their captain that guy should not be running a team

[slicksquid]

love getting a free luti set win because the other team just cannot get their shit together

[n3ptun3e]

—SUNSHINE BOY!

shisui uchiha x reader + headcanons

how shisui would eventually fall in love with you!

notes: listen, i’m no writer and my english is kind of shit, but desperate times call for desperate measures and i’m starving for cute shisui content with no inc3st in it, so this was born!! please enjoy it!

honestly? i just did this because it’s too fun to decorate the posts

You two became friends in the short period he was in the academy speed running through classes. He was pretty popular just like any other clan kid with the prodigy title, and since the whole “ostracize the uchiha clan” didn’t happen yet, at least not as obvious as it was in the series, the both of you would train or just spend lunch together, probably invites you to his house. Training in a secluded part of the forest and having deep talks would be one of his favorite activities to do with you. He loves loves to delve into the depths of other people’s minds and try to figure them out, what makes you act this way, your thought process, how does your mind works? he wants to know this because he wants to know the real you, to understand the puzzle that you are, it’s his way to show that he cares, otherwise he wouldn’t keep you as close as you are. He probably doesn’t even realize his thoughts are way more…technical? for scientific purposes only☝🏻 than your average person, because he’s a prodigy and all that, so he can come off as a little bit blunt (though as he grows up he’s much more suave and smooth when sharing his thoughts. Clan meetings and political bullshit does that to someone) but he has the bestest intentions in mind being the altruist that he is. He’s a curious and smart boy!!!

Either way, he likes to spend time with you, you saw the real him, not shisui the prodigy, shunshin no shisui, or the “weird and show off guy”, but him. If he had any other friends besides you, they would be gone once the kyuubi attack happens. Konoha doesn’t have the best education, so the kids would just follow what their parents told them and some adults already didn’t like him, so there really wasn’t anyone else around. It’s around this time that he met Itachi, seeing a glimpse of him and his long dead friend on the child, he decides to take him under his wing.

I’m not sure if it’s canon, but it’s stated in some places that he unlocked his mangekyõ because of his teammate, his friend that was more powerful than him, shisui was envious, jealous even. one day on a mission his friend got hurt and needed assistance, but shisui as team captain decided to follow through with the mission and his friend ended up dying. and THAT’S the crucial moment where he’s going to need someone the most. He’s a uchiha, they have big hearts and just feel more, much more than your average person, the blame crushes him, he’s already a gentle soul who is forced to kill others for his own village, and to make matters worse they are in war times, you saw how obito and naruto turned out very different because of it right? that, plus the start of the apparent hate and suspicion of the village towards his clan, makes way for rumors, “he’s an Uchiha, what else would we expect from him…? you should be careful, they are not to be trusted”. I imagine his clan would push and pressure him to become more powerful, to “Bring pride into the clan” moving him up in the ranks, making him enter anbu as a child even if he’s already a jõnin.

He just breaks, childish glint in his eyes gone, so he comes to you, “i didn’t know where else to go…” he breaks down in your arms, silent tears falling from his eyes as he clings onto you, his grip tight as if you would disappear at any moment, his only friend that didn’t left him. All the tension and adrenaline from battle would eventually leave his body as he relaxes, letting out all his frustrations away, feeling so fucking tired, body getting out of survival mode, his thoughts and feelings finally getting to him, you hug him tight and strokes his unruly dark curls, soothing hand on his back and whispering calming and reassuring words in his ear, his tears in your shirt slowly turn red, and when you pull away to dry his tears you gasp as you see the intricate pattern on his bleeding red eyes.

THAT’S when you two become even more close. Shisui was always caring and protective of you, but now as you two have grown up he gets even worse, always having a hand on you, arm around your shoulder as he teases you, giving you a little wink before flicking off existence. god, when he finally perfects the body flicker he becomes a menace, appearing out of nowhere inches away from your face, blowing out a puff of air into the back of your neck as you almost rips him in half thinking it was a enemy ninja, cheeks burning red. Though it’s undeniable how your heart beats quicker and smile warms up as he leaves, he’s always there to cheer you up and support you, he’s loyal okay? you have been there for him and now he’s going to follow you for the rest of your life, you feel like safety to him, a light in the dark, he trusts you with his life. he would never EVER left you behind (only if you asked him to, but duh why would you dummy), especially on missions, he will bring you back alive even if he has to sacrifice himself for it.

i know it’s obvious but PHYSICAL TOUCH!!!! it’s his way of communicating affection alright? hugging, ruffling your hair after training, THE UCHIHA POKE, you name it, he especially likes to put a arm around your shoulders and lean close to you, teasing you about whatsoever, whispering in your ear about the random guy on your right hitting on the lady next to him, chuckling and laughing to yourselves, you don’t even notice when he has a hand around you anymore because it just feels natural at this point, it gives him a excuse to be so close to you. Also looves to spend time with you, it’s kind of hard since the both are you are busy with missions but he would always use shunshin to see you, especially during breaks on the uchiha military police forces, asking you to have lunch with him, his treat! he’s a gentleman okay? Sometimes he would appear and gently put a kanzashi 簪 (hair ornaments used in traditional Japanese hairstyles) in your hair, saying it reminded him of the color of your eyes, he would always do that, giving you thoughtful gifts he would find along his missions, smiling at you as he says “i knew it would suit you” it means you look pretty in it.

His touch starts to linger more than necessary, appearing out of nowhere always with a warm hand on you. God he always runs so hot? maybe it’s because he’s a uchiha but his body temperature is high. Shuffling closer to him when you both go on a mission in the middle of winter, a teasing smile on his face as he asks “what was that?” a eyebrow raised in amusement, though he quickly chuckles and opens his arms, hugging you close, making jokes so you don’t feel awkward. He’s just so gentle and soft with you, stroking your hair as you both fall asleep. Always blushing if you reciprocate his barely hidden affections. He’s shy on these matters okay? i imagine him being just like minato but with the determination and sense of humor of naruto. so he can be all serious and in mission mode but if you pass him by and gives him a smile he’s all smiley and red cheeks, sheepishly expression on his face with a hand scratching the back of his head, snsksuzysowb cute. Sometimes he would look at Itachi and Sasuke interacting, imagining how it would be like if one day he ends up building a family with you, it’s one of his favorite daydreams jakajansja definitely a family guy. Yearning for the feeling of coming back home after a long mission and sink into your arms, sighing as he feels how soft, warm and alive you feel, he would do anything to keep you that way, even if he’s not the one you love, being able to be by your side is enough, at least that’s what he tells himself.

It would take a while for a confession tbh, he doesn’t want to lose you or ruin the friendship you both have, would probably talk about it with Itachi, sighing and telling him for the hundredth time if he should tell you or not. itachi’s already tired from this bullshit, staring at his cousin with a deadpan expression “i do believe it would be for the best if you finally told her how you feel” he would repeat, for the millionth time.

I doubt he would like or even look at somebody else in the same way he looks at you, he’s a uchiha and they feel deep, so when he falls, he falls hard, he’s a racional, loyal and busy guy, he wouldn’t even have time for romance outside of his barely there free time that he spends with you >:) so i really don’t think he’s the type to get with someone just because of their appearance or frivolous things like that, he needs the connection, heart, love and trust, so it takes time.

HE’S A JELLY GUY, not overly so, and would never seriously harm someone because of it, BUT HE IS he may not look like it, but if he sees a guy getting too close to comfort with you he’ll pop out of nowhere between you and the man, hugging you from the back and talking with the both of you, hands stroking your sides gently, or just pulling his arm around your shoulders, acting all friendly. You probably don’t even notice he’s actually jealous because he’s too smooth about it (and because you are trying to hide your blush from him).

By the way, you and itachi are friends! he’s a cute kiddo that follows shisui around, and he also has a little shadow following him (lil sasuke) it’s the cutest thing to see Shisui waving at you with a big grin on his face, eyes crinkling with happiness, a little shadow behind him, and a even more tiny figure following behind just like little ducks following their mother lolol.

Eventually shisui would have the guts to finally tell you how he feels, but only after a long while, probably when the whole uchiha fiasco ends (AND IT ENDS WITH EVERYBODY ALIVE) he would be so relieved and happy that his family and the village now are all safe and in peace that he would decide to finally take a step forward and be honest with you, he’d plan everything too, choosing your favorite place and all kinds of things that make you smile awww it would be perfect. You would blush, having at least a suspicion with the way he acts around you, not being able to contain your smile, putting your hands on his cheeks, gently caressing them, his ridiculously long eyelashes brushing against your thumbs as his eyes flutter at your touch, his own cheeks red. When you say “i love you” back, he would be so happy and excited he wouldn’t stop grinning, cheeks almost hurting from how happy he felt, taking you by the waist and spinning you around, the both of you laughing as he does so, just like when you were children, it feels like being home. Time seems to stop as you two gaze at each other, him staring at you with the softest eyes, carefully putting you down on the ground, running his fingers through your hair and saying one more time, “i love you” before his hand travels to your jaw, caressing and tracing the skin there, slowly inching his face closer until you feel his warm breath on your face, brushing his lips lightly against yours, leaving you breathless, fluttering your eyes close, he presses his lips harder against yours as you don’t pull away, sighing and pulling you impossibly close, one hand on your waist softly stroking your skin, the other on the back of your neck, playing with your hair as he finally gets to taste the lips of the girl he longed for all those years.

notes: oh wow that took much longer than i thought it would? what the hell i started to write this at night and now it’s MORNING ughhh i hope you guys like it, we need to keep the shisui simps people alive! happy new years for all of you!

reviews, likes and reblogs are much appreciated! thank you very much!

[krypticcafe]

Can you do a part 2 of the platonic reader and the 141+Alejandro where reader gets kidnapped and comes back? I love your writing!

No One Can Hurt You

Sequel to As Long as I'm Here

rating: mature

pairing(s): platonic gn!reader x task force 141 + alejandro + rodolfo

warning(s): language, canon-typical violence, torture, blood, military inaccuracies, mild gore descriptions for a hot second, implied ghost zapping a guy's balls, reader is lowkey traumatized, comfort, no use of y/n, no beta read, possible ooc?

a/n: I did NOT expect to get such an overwhelmingly positive response on the first part?? I was worried that the writing felt bland, but you guys seemed to love it, so here's the highly demanded part two!

synopsis: the 141 and Los Vaqueros weren't going to stand for what happened to you. No one would.

alternative title— fuck around and find out

"We found the guys your sources claimed to be the men that were there, Captain. But they're refusing to say anything to us. Honestly, it looks like they're just another pair of lackeys." Gaz was speaking over comms with Price after locating a suspect with Roach. The two had found the pair in a dingy old building, a safehouse conveniently placed far from heavily populated civilian areas.

"Should we-"

He was cut off by a series of loud thuds and glass crashing, immediately grabbing his handgun and running into the room where Roach was keeping an eye on their suspects.

Roach had one of the men pinned to the ground, repeatedly decking him in the face whilst letting out frustrated yells and broken cries. Blood splattered across the floor and on his visor, but he could've cared less, it wasn't his anyways.

"Roach, get off of him, that's enough!" Gaz practically had to tear his teammate away from the man with how Roach flailed, grunting and clawing at Gaz's arms to let him go. "Roach, we can't do anything if you bloody kill them!"

Pushing off Gaz, Roach seethed with pained eyes, nearly tearing up out of sheer frustration. "He's hiding something, I know he is! That sadistic fuck started bragging about what they did to the sergeant and- and the smug shit look he had! These are the guys, but they're not telling us everything!"

He knew it was a terrible excuse, but his own gut feelings about reading people's expressions had never proved him wrong before, not when he had an eye for reading people through their body language. Gaz hesitated. He understood why Roach lashed out and didn't blame him for losing his temper, hell, he rarely did, and Gaz would've done the same in all honesty. You meant as much to him as you did to Roach. They were the first friends you made when joining the 141, the ones who helped acclimate you to the team, and the ones who trained under Price alongside you like you were their sibling. But it didn't help that they nearly broke protocol, which would've compromised the mission and made your sacrifice and suffering for nothing.

Looking down at the unconscious yet still-breathing man, Gaz then noticed how the blood pooled around him. It seemed to stop spreading at some point in the floorboards and spilled into an unusually large crack in the wood that looked suspiciously intentional.

"Roach, take the other one and call for exfil but don't tell them to leave just yet." Once his partner left, Gaz kneeled down to the floor and knocked on the wood. It was hollow.

Seems they would definitely need them alive now more than ever.

"I don't know who supplies us, I just work for them! Just ask-" The man let out a cry as Soap held his shoulder, digging his fingers into it and balling his other hand into a fist before landing a solid punch into his gut. A moment passed he choked on air, the wind knocked from him, his mouth painfully dry except for the tears that dripped from his eyes.

"Tell us who you work for or things are about to get real nasty for you like they did for your friend."

"You're in it if you think I'm gonna say shit! The 141 is just a freak show, ain't it? Bunch of you cowards hiding behind stupid callsigns, what the fuck kind of name is—" That earned him another beating. He wailed, writhing in pain against the tight restraints, but ultimately wasting his energy. He only stopped when he heard screams and crackles of what was undoubtedly electricity coming from behind one of the walls of the room.

"So you do know," Soap growled, beating him once more and backing up when he retched from pain. Blood dripped from Soap's knuckles, to which he scowled in disgust and irritation, his accent growing thick, "No, you just had to make things a fuckin' mess, dinnae you?"

Normally, it was Ghost who took care of interrogations, at least the more painful parts of it. But Soap needed to let out his anger in a useful way, he needed to hear the sickening crunch of ribs so that he could remind himself of what you went through and erase any sliver of doubt or sympathy in his mind for the enemy. Every splatter of blood that'd spill when he'd throw a fist across the guy's face was just another testament to how much he despised what happened and how desperately he needed to let it all out.

The man, in his bleary-eyed haze, made out another figure that entered the room. It was Ghost, with a box of electrical clamps in hand. "What is he doing here?"

Soap and Ghost made a silent exchange of words, nodding to one another in confirmation and speaking purely through eye contact. It only created more fear when Soap left the room and the man was all alone with the lieutenant.

"Hey hey hey where are you going you can't leave me with him! I did what I had to do, it's not my fault your friend was collateral—" The man choked on his words when Ghost pulled out two clamps and tested them, both emitting a spark and loud crackles that echoed off the walls. "—fuck! Oh god, no no no—what the fuck are you gonna use that for?!"

The lieutenant was a different situation. Sure, he wanted nothing more than to dig his hands into the man's open wounds, curl his fingers until flesh separated from bone, make them feel just exactly how much they got 'under his skin'. He wanted to hear the satisfying pop! of bones and cartilage. He wanted them to writhe like worms on a scalding sidewalk, pathetic and left for dead. But that wasn't enough, they didn't deserve the time, the effort, nor did they deserve the pleasure of a quick death. No, he needed to make them suffer.

Ghost brought one clamp up to the man's crotch with one hand and held a rusty knife with the other, lowering himself to look directly at his target. It was at that moment the man came to the realization that he wasn't captured, no, he fucked around, pulling off the stubborn shit act until they'd inevitably grow bored of him and move on, maybe put him out of his misery if he was lucky enough. But there was no moving on, there was no luck in this ring of hell. No, not with what had already been done and what couldn't be taken back even if he begged. The 141 was revered for their soldiers and their work, but it was a myth all at the same time. They were said to be efficient and ruthless, better to surrender to than to suffer at the hands of. Since they were off the books, it was a mystery as to what lengths they would go to, just how far they would push the limits.

He had fucked around, and now he'd find out.

They locked eyes, one pair filled with fear, the other devoid of any emotion. There wasn't the sympathy the man prayed for, nor the anger or violence of Soap, not even a hint of mercy or hatred. It was so empty of feeling that it almost felt dismissive, as if the man wasn't a human held hostage but an object, a book to be torn open for answers, then tossed aside. If Soap had been his judge and jury, then Ghost would surely be his executioner. He felt small, insignificant, and hopeless under the gaze as the man he truly believed was death incarnate responded to his question.

"Last. Chance."

One by one, Price and his crew had cleared the facility, evacuating workers and eliminating guards and cartel. After bringing their "guest informants" to the brink of delirium, wrenching them like wet towels to get every drop of info. Along with the intel Gaz gathered from a hidden basement where hard drives of transactions were being kept, they found the main supplier and other bases. If they took down the heart of the operation, it would cause a domino effect, shutting things down to a point where the Los Vaqueros would be able to handle them on their own. With every bullet shot, they were closer to their goal and closer to making up for what they considered a personal failure to protect one of their own and many more.

Maybe it was crazy that their primary motivation beyond recovering the drugs was to seek justice for a single soldier. But it was to prove a point. To prove that they weren't just a team of highly skilled and trained soldiers, to prove that they were a force to be reckoned with, and to prove that you were no less valuable of a member than the others, all of whom would lay their lives on the line for one another. After all,

The 141 was not to be messed with.

Making his way through the rooms and getting closer to the center of it all, Price was interrupted when a door to his side busted open from a man toppling back into it, falling to the ground. He tried to scramble back, a boot quickly stomping onto his chest. Alejandro towered before him, pressing a rifle to his head, growling in Spanish, "Where is your leader?"

The man responded, and without hesitation, the colonel gave him a quick and painless death for his obedience. Looking up, Alejandro nodded in acknowledgment at Price, "I'm not the only one that owes your sergeant, they protected my men, and I owed them a favor even before that."

That caused Price to chuckle, even despite their current circumstances. There was no denying how much of an unnecessarily reckless saint you could be with those you worked with. "I suppose you got a location from that poor bastard?"

"Yes. Have our teams regroup, it's going to be a long night for us all, my friend. But it's worth the trouble for Las Almas and the kid, no?"

"Yes, indeed." Price hummed, the two making their way out and on to finally settle the score.

You woke up blinded by a bright light, briefly contemplating if you were dead and if heaven was actually real all along. But after some time passed, your eyes adjusted to the all-too-familiar setting of the infirmary with its barren walls and sickly sanitized scent. With a groan, you tried to prop yourself up on your elbows until a hand gently pressed you back. Puzzled by the motion, you rubbed your eyes and found your captain looking back at you.

"Easy there, soldier." Price cautioned, and you kept your eyes on him as you laid back down. He had a small smile on his lips, but the way he looked at you signified that he was still concerned for your state, "You alright? Need the nurse or anything?"

"No," You shook your head, wincing at how hoarse your throat was. Price laughed softly and handed you a cup of water he had prepared at the side of your bed, and you started to wonder if he had always kept one there for you and if he even regularly changed it for you. You wouldn't put it past him to, the ol' sap.

Gulping the cool liquid down heartily, you took a few breaths before continuing, "How- how long was I out?"

"About a few days, no longer than a week." He shrugged, your eyes widening in response, "Cut yourself some slack. When you came back, you were bleeding out all over base and in hysterics. Doctor told us that if you got back any later, we would've lost you from the blood loss alone."

"Just the blood loss? Not the drugs? I would've figured the latter would be the end of me." You chuckled until you saw Price's expression, muttering a sheepish 'sorry, too soon?' and sipping your water cup, "I didn't hurt anyone, did I?"

"Well, you did punch Garrick square in the chest, but he's been through worse. Wouldn't stop making puppy eyes at you the entire time after, I think you wounded his heart. Ghost had to restrain you afterward, and you were too weak to do any real damage at that point, just kept screaming your head off until you passed out."

"Shit," You cringed, your face burning hot with shame, "I'm sorry, Captain. I should've been more careful, I could've compromised the mission and-"

"Don't be. Sure, you made a bloody fool of yourself, but you saved your team in the process. And that's got to count for something, yeah?" He nudged you gently, "So don't beat yourself up, especially after you fought your way out of hell."

The sympathetic look he gave you held unspoken words, No one could've known. You couldn't have known. The urge to tear up right then and there was strong, but you didn't want to embarrass yourself more than you already apparently had. Biting back the sting in your eyes, you only quietly nodded in response.

"Good. I'm proud of you, got that?" Price stood from his seat, giving your head a firm pat, "Rest up after they're done with you, alright? Can't have one of my finest on the sidelines for too long, now can I?"

"Honored to be one, Captain." You faltered for a moment, "Wait, 'they'?"

Price only gave you a sly shrug and left the room. You remained to wonder what he meant for approximately ten seconds until Gaz and Roach burst in, the latter immediately glued to your side. So this is who he meant by "they", why were you even surprised?

"Feeling alright there?" Gaz smiled, taking a seat at your other side.

"I should be asking you that, didn't you get all heartbroken after I punched you?"

"I shouldn't have asked," Gaz groaned, shaking his head despite his smile, "Cheeky as ever, huh? Can't even be sympathetic without you trying to make fun of me."

"Well, I for one was pissed!" Roach interjected, "Right after you got here, we got to work on finding the assholes who hurt you and made them eat shit for dinner. Man, I wish I could've been in the interrogation room with Ghost and Soap but Price said I'm only finding an excuse to beat them up more."

Gaz raised a brow, "You were finding an excuse to."

"Well yeah, but I was only gonna mess with them a little bit, not zap their balls like Ghost—"

"I'm sorry, what?" You coughed, stunned by all the information coming out of them and hardly able to keep up. "What happened when I was knocked out?"

"Price didn't tell you? Oh, well," The two began to give you a run-down of events, from how Roach nearly beat the living hell out of your torturers, to the hidden basement, Ghost and Soap's whole interrogation (with great detail via Roach intel), and how both Price and Alejandro held a whole operation and shut down the suppliers.

Gaz shrugged, "Of course, it was mostly to shut it down and for the sake of Las Almas-"

"-but I mean, we also had to defend your honor!" Roach huffed, passionately signing to emphasize his point, "At least I wanted to. Seriously, how fucked up is it that they drugged you? It wasn't even helpful, they're just sickos that-"

Before Roach could further rant, Gaz tugged at the back of his uniform collar and glanced at his watch. "C'mon Roach, we've been here for a good hour and Price has us on duty right now." Roach only whined at Gaz in response but he ignored it, giving you one last glance, "Get some rest and get well soon, mate. I can't babysit all on my own after all."

"Hey!"

You broke out in laughter, watching the two leave and waving them goodbye. While you wished they could've stayed longer, your heart still warmed at the thought of how they cared, waiting for you to wake up and immediately being at your side. It reminded you of how you stayed at their side when they got sick from a mission in the rain and you didn't, so you felt somewhat obligated to help them as the 'survivor'. Perhaps they felt the same way too, that as your friends, they felt obligated and willing to stay by your side in return.

Hours passed since Gaz and Roach had visited, morning turning to late afternoon. The only ones who did pass by were either other soldiers on base needing medical attention or the nurses themselves, who regularly checked up on you. It wasn't exactly the company you wanted, but it was better than agonizing silence and isolation, which you quickly found to be the worst of it all. Not the scars, not the stiff bandages, not even the sickly clean smell, but just when things were silent. When things were silent, your mind went back to the time you spent, the hours you waited in between questions and beatings with nothing but you in your own head fighting for your consciousness. The buzz of the fluorescent lights in the infirmary drilled a hole in your skull the same way that singular overhead light had, drowning out your thoughts in an uncanny way. The IV drip was no better, it kept you awake the same way the rhythm of your own blood dripping had. You hadn't even noticed the way your breathing suddenly turned ragged just like it did when—no, you had noticed, but you didn't want to.

It shouldn't have bothered you as much as it did, it was only a few hours, you've been through worse, others have been through worse.

But god, the silence.

"You doing okay there, uh-" A nurse walked in through the curtains, pulling up the clipboard at the end of your bed and reading your name, "I'm just going to administer some painkillers real quick, okay?"

Unconsciously, you nodded and watched in a slight daze as she pulled up a cart of medical supplies. Your hands balled into fists to stop the trembling you weren't even aware of but somehow knew you had to hide. It hadn't quite registered to you what was going on or what she had said, even as you watched her fill up the syringe and flick it. But the moment you felt the needle against your skin, you roughly grabbed her wrist, causing her to yelp and drop it.

Your hands began to tremble again, growing clammy. You became all too aware of how muffled the nurse's panicked words were but how sharp the ringing in your ears was, piercing your brain. Words wouldn't come out of your mouth, replaced with small, quick breaths while your eyes darted around to find something, anything to focus on with your blurred vision.

"At ease, sergeant." A heavily accented voice spoke, ripping you from your haze and you turned to find that familiar skull mask standing by the curtains.

"I... I'm sorry," You mumbled, letting go of the poor woman's wrist and hanging your head apologetically. Your breaths returned to normal, the lights were less bright, and the noise was gone for now.

"I think it's best if you ask the doctor to try other kinds of painkillers with our friend here, miss. They aren't too fond of needles, ain't that right?" Soap appeared behind Ghost, trying to keep things lighthearted with how tension in the air was thick enough to suffocate in. The nurse nervously nodded her head before walking away with the cart, understandably still shaken by what had happened.

"I'd ask if you're doin' okay, but it seems a bit obvious now, ain't it, Ghost?"

The other grunted in response, sitting down at one of the chairs by your side. "You'd think they'd know better with these kinds of things."

"Don't be mean now, they're just doing their jobs," The scotsman chuckled, turning back to you, "Now, aren't you quite the sight for sore eyes? Sorry we couldn't make it earlier, we got tied down with paperwork after the whole fiasco, you know about that yet?"

"Yeah, I didn't expect you guys to get the job done so fast."

"Aw, did you want us to leave you some left over? If I'd known, I would've told Ghost to go a little easier on the lads." Soap was the only one trying to make any conversation out of this visit and you already knew the reason for Ghost's silence. It was just like in the helicopter after you took the blow for him, though you were pretty sure a pun wouldn't be enough to break him from "brooding" like last time.

"Sure. Would've loved to get a few punches back on them," You teased back, "But thank you guys. Really. I know it wasn't the main purpose, but I really appreciate that you guys had my safety in mind. Never figured joining the 141 would come with vengeance perks, or am I just that special to you guys?"

"You little shite, you," Soap cackled, ruffling your hair.

"Looks like they beat us here, Rudy." Alejandro's voice chimed out of the blue, appearing soon after.

"Too bad, I was hoping we'd have them to ourselves," Rodolfo hummed, followed behind with a gift basket in hand, "At least we bought something, eh?"

"Oi! We would've brought something too, we just wanted to get here as soon as we got back." Soap pouted, "Tell 'em Ghost."

"Actually I was hoping to get a 'get well' card on our way here." The masked man mumbled, ignoring his partner's offended gasp.

"You seein' this?" He whined, but you also ignored him, favoring the sweets that were in the gift basket.

"How'd you know this was my favorite?" You gasped, your reaction had the two Vaqueros looking at each other with proud faces.

"I have my sources."

"Ale, you just asked around base."

"That still counts as sources."

The whole lot of you started breaking into conversation, the boys exchanging their accounts of their ambush. In return, you shared what had happened when you were caught and how you escaped in a small summary of events, which led to them ranting about the men they interrogated and about the drugs themselves. Even Roach, Price, and Gaz popped in one last time for the day to visit you and join in on the discussion. Seeing them all like this, gathered around your bed, laughing and bantering, it almost made you forget all that had happened. You wanted to cherish this moment, keep a mental picture of it framed over the locked box in the back of your mind. Being in the military never allowed much room for friends gathering and all this chit-chatting outside of pubs, so it was a rare sight for sore eyes.

In a way, it made your life a little more meaningful. Reminded you that you weren't just a "good soldier", you were a teammate, a friend. You were important, someone worth fighting for. A purpose.

Although the job was harsh and you always felt like you had a gun to your head, that everyone wanted you dead on the battlefield, the 141 always showed you that someone out there still cared, still wanted you to fight and stay alive. Even if life tried to put you six feet under, they'd be there to pull you out without hesitation. You didn't have to doubt or question why, you already knew the answer.

You were family.

Unfortunately, the moment couldn't last for long, the poor nurse from before had been startled by the sheer volume of people around you, especially when most of them were high-ranking. Regardless, she chastised them for keeping you up when you needed your rest (you didn't) and began to shoo them all out. It was almost comedic how the group of giant, intimidating men left with little resistance in a pile of shame. Christ, they look like a pack of sad puppies, you humorously thought to yourself.

Ghost was the last to leave, hesitating to say something by the way he just stood there, curling his hands into fists. You had to force yourself not to laugh right then and there. For someone who was so silent and stoic for most conversations, he was easy to read. It wasn't hard to notice how his eyes kept flickering to your bandages the entire time he sat there, followed by the flashes of concern on his face every time you had coughed from laughing too hard or accidentally hurt yourself by shifting your body too quickly.

"I'll be alright, Simon." Giving him a reassuring smile, you hoped he'd take your words to heart, "Don't worry about it, I'll be on the field right as rain again in two days tops and you can kick my ass around all you want then. Promise."

He didn't say anything for a moment, and you began to worry that maybe your words were too cheap for him to believe, or maybe that he was more upset than you'd originally thought.

"You better be sure." He finally responded, "I take my promises pretty seriously, remember that, sergeant."

You stared at him all googly-eyed until your lips broke into a wide grin, beaming brightly at him and shouting as he left.

"Message received, L.T!"

a/n: AAAA I haven't written this much in so longgg. I had the first half already down from the last part because it went on for too long, but this one is nearly DOUBLE the word count. It's bound to have some grammar mistakes, but I hope that doesn't ruin the immersion too much. Let me know what you guys think!

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*Jumping in complete excitement after the revelation of Soma* Even if I should be crying for that angst, I can't blame you for giving me so much motivation to ask.

What if Soma's darling finds him some day, now peer up with a survivors group, but she is unable to killed his infected boyfriend and tries to convince his teammates not to kill him. Even making a whole damn argument while helping the team with blowing up the hard of zombies. (Summing up, an stubborn and silly darling)

Don't know, maybe suggesting silly ways to keep him up with her and avoiding him to attack the others, like making him use a muzzle and kid leash wrapped around her wrist.

A/n: if only things could work out like that. Not in this scenario unfortunately.ヽ(´o｀；

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𝕋𝔸𝔾 𝕃𝕀𝕊𝕋: @apeiceoflump @fruk-you-usuk-fans @avalordream @manunkan @twinklingbeautifulstars (anyone else who’d like to be tagged for future parts lmk~)

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Cw: blood/gore, betrayal (?), obsessive tendencies, angst, possessive tendencies, jealousy/envy, Soma losing his mind like a woman scorned.

Synopsis 3: Soma, your yandere undead boyfriend, finally reached the promised land and finally found you. But at the sight of someone else at your side he quickly became a frenzied beast of green envy.

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You could barely register the sheer chaos that ensued from having the wall to the safe haven you’ve found in a fellow survival camp caved in by a mass of sharpened spikes. As the wall crumbled down, the other survivors screamed. Scrambling like chickens in utter confusion, fear, and dread.

But all you felt was joy, as you saw the one you’ve been mourning over for the few days. You guys were split apart, your boyfriend soma, in the flesh. His infected eyes were hyper transfixed on you, the target of his unrefined love. That was about to overflow and burst his heart from how he fell for you again. Hard.

You were all scuffed up, like an adorable kitten. Hair was a disaster, your body carried dirt and minor wounds from squabbles you had encountered on your own from trying to survive. You were an utter mess but to him you were a perfect achievement that he wanted to unlock once more.

Soma’s mouth opened, there was so much he wanted to say to you. But most importantly he wanted to call you out by your name. Tell you that you’re truly is here to come pick up his player 2. But he clamped down his jaw so hard so hard out of having the jitters. that he accidentally bit his own tongue off like a brain dead idiot.

Blood spurted from his severed tongue which happened to stain your face. You were in utter shock not believing that you were witnessing your undead boyfriend try to kill him self even when he’s technically already dead. Naturally you screamed as you saw his severed tongue wriggle around like a fish out of water.

“We must leave, now miss.”

A eerily calm voice seeped into your head, there was hands, albeit cold encircled around your wrist. As you were elevated to your feet and the scenery ran past your mind in a disillusioned blur. Your heart was pounding out of your chest, your breathing heavy and uneven.

You couldn’t make sense of it.

Why did the man say that you must leave? There’s no need to run! Your loving boyfriend has come to pick you up just like he promised. Away from this infected shithole. He wouldn’t hurt you, he definitely wouldn’t harm anybody else right? Sure he karated the hell out of this zombies in the store but that was self defense.

He said he’d come back to you. And he did, so why? Why were you running away from him? Your valiant boyfriend who sacrificed himself to keep his precious babe, you, alive.

Your feet carried you faster than you could think, with the captain of the survivor camp taking you by the hand. You were too frazzled to register the screams of terror and the frenzied clicking of other parasitic zombies who had found their way to the source of all the noise. Every single variation digging their claws and teeth into the survivors who were unable to get a grip.

But most importantly you missed the sheer look of rage that twisted Soma’s face into something unrecognizable. His tentacles were tore out of his flesh, turning a dark hue and snapping into deadly spikes. His mind was running field goals with the sight of you running away hand in hand with another man.

A man that wasn’t him.

Did you forget that he told you he was coming back? Who the hell was this bitch clinging onto your hand like a pest. Your boyfriend didn’t like it. Not one bit his tongue had regenerated in wisps of steamy smoke. Allowing him to rip out an unearthly screech that made everyone weak from racking their brains with his pitch frequency.

His eyes darted every which way studying how the captains fingers were touching you on too many areas of skin. He clawed at his face practically tearing off the mask that kept him human from pure agitation. His eyes bulging at the sight with veins a showing as he repeatedly gashed his teeth.

‘‘F̞͓͚̱̜̃̍̋̚͞l̨͓̠̹̿̔̋̈́͝i̡̫̭̮̅̔̇̚͠ţ̨̞̲̎͆͘̕͠h̨̟͔̣̣͊̄̇̏̿y̦̲̩̪̺͋̀͐̏̋,͓̾̌ f̞͓͚̱̜̃̍̋̚͞l̨͓̠̹̿̔̋̈́͝i̡̫̭̮̅̔̇̚͠ţ̨̞̲̎͆͘̕͠h̨̟͔̣̣͊̄̇̏̿y̦̲̩̪̺͋̀͐̏̋,͓̾̌ f̞͓͚̱̜̃̍̋̚͞l̨͓̠̹̿̔̋̈́͝i̡̫̭̮̅̔̇̚͠ţ̨̞̲̎͆͘̕͠h̨̟͔̣̣͊̄̇̏̿y̦̲̩̪̺͋̀͐̏̋!̳̆͋̈̾ G̢͚̙̣̬̎͋̊͐̽e͖̖̤͙̅̈́̏͌ͅţ̨̞̲̎͆͘̕͠ i̡̫̭̮̅̔̇̚͠ţ̨̞̲̎͆͘̕͠ o̳̘̗̗͒̽͑̚͝f̞͓͚̱̜̃̍̋̚͞f̞͓͚̱̜̃̍̋̚͞.̪̍̉ G̢͚̙̣̬̎͋̊͐̽e͖̖̤͙̅̈́̏͌ͅţ̨̞̲̎͆͘̕͠ i̡̫̭̮̅̔̇̚͠ţ̨̞̲̎͆͘̕͠ o̳̘̗̗͒̽͑̚͝f̞͓͚̱̜̃̍̋̚͞f̞͓͚̱̜̃̍̋̚͞.̪̍̉ G̢͚̙̣̬̎͋̊͐̽e͖̖̤͙̅̈́̏͌ͅţ̨̞̲̎͆͘̕͠ i̡̫̭̮̅̔̇̚͠ţ̨̞̲̎͆͘̕͠ o̳̘̗̗͒̽͑̚͝f̞͓͚̱̜̃̍̋̚͞f̞͓͚̱̜̃̍̋̚͞.̪̍̉ G̢͚̙̣̬̎͋̊͐̽e͖̖̤͙̅̈́̏͌ͅţ̨̞̲̎͆͘̕͠ i̡̫̭̮̅̔̇̚͠ţ̨̞̲̎͆͘̕͠ o̳̘̗̗͒̽͑̚͝f̞͓͚̱̜̃̍̋̚͞f̞͓͚̱̜̃̍̋̚͞.̪̍̉ G̢͚̙̣̬̎͋̊͐̽e͖̖̤͙̅̈́̏͌ͅţ̨̞̲̎͆͘̕͠ i̡̫̭̮̅̔̇̚͠ţ̨̞̲̎͆͘̕͠ o̳̘̗̗͒̽͑̚͝f̞͓͚̱̜̃̍̋̚͞f̞͓͚̱̜̃̍̋̚͞.̪̍̉ G̢͚̙̣̬̎͋̊͐̽e͖̖̤͙̅̈́̏͌ͅţ̨̞̲̎͆͘̕͠ i̡̫̭̮̅̔̇̚͠ţ̨̞̲̎͆͘̕͠ o̳̘̗̗͒̽͑̚͝f̞͓͚̱̜̃̍̋̚͞f̞͓͚̱̜̃̍̋̚͞.̪̍̉ G̢͚̙̣̬̎͋̊͐̽e͖̖̤͙̅̈́̏͌ͅţ̨̞̲̎͆͘̕͠ i̡̫̭̮̅̔̇̚͠ţ̨̞̲̎͆͘̕͠ o̳̘̗̗͒̽͑̚͝f̞͓͚̱̜̃̍̋̚͞f̞͓͚̱̜̃̍̋̚͞.̪̍̉ G̢͚̙̣̬̎͋̊͐̽e͖̖̤͙̅̈́̏͌ͅţ̨̞̲̎͆͘̕͠ i̡̫̭̮̅̔̇̚͠ţ̨̞̲̎͆͘̕͠ o̳̘̗̗͒̽͑̚͝f̞͓͚̱̜̃̍̋̚͞f̞͓͚̱̜̃̍̋̚͞.̪̍̉ G̢͚̙̣̬̎͋̊͐̽e͖̖̤͙̅̈́̏͌ͅţ̨̞̲̎͆͘̕͠ i̡̫̭̮̅̔̇̚͠ţ̨̞̲̎͆͘̕͠ o̳̘̗̗͒̽͑̚͝f̞͓͚̱̜̃̍̋̚͞f̞͓͚̱̜̃̍̋̚͞.̪̍̉ G̢͚̙̣̬̎͋̊͐̽e͖̖̤͙̅̈́̏͌ͅţ̨̞̲̎͆͘̕͠ i̡̫̭̮̅̔̇̚͠ţ̨̞̲̎͆͘̕͠ o̳̘̗̗͒̽͑̚͝f̞͓͚̱̜̃̍̋̚͞f̞͓͚̱̜̃̍̋̚͞.̪̍̉’

Soma’s parasite took the reins, taking advantage of how their host wasn’t able to maintain stability. Zombie, humans, and other unaffected variants alike were skewered. In his fit of manic fury, his tentacles striking towards your location like a viper. The tip of death missing the chance to stab through your clasped hands by a hair thanks to the captains diligent reflexes.

You tumbled trying to look back only to be swept off your feet and carried off into the arms of the ever so calm and collected Survivor Captain. Who by human standards looked flawless, not a blemish on his skin nor any sign of imperfections. But you didn’t miss how alienated it made him his whole reaction to the camp being decimated was lackluster. His eyes were like pearls without any shine, it was as if he was just a wearing a humans skin for show.

Gaining a sense of clarity at how fast you were retreating from the scene you took a moment to properly look at your boyfriend’s rampaging. And the way his eyes seared into your flesh and bone made you freeze up like a petrified goat.

You’ve never seen this side of him, could the infection truly take away the man you loved? You heavily denied it but the way he was aggressively targeting you his dangerous spiked tentacles indenting themselves just one step behind from impaling the captains body.

For the first time you felt afraid of him. He has clearly lost control to differentiate between who the true target of his ire. As he was under the impression that he was being betrayed/abandoned by you.

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[maddieg0531]

Hugs and Kisses

Oikawa x fem!reader

Hurt/Comfort, Angst

Warnings: Creepy guy, unwanted advances, self blame, reaction that indicates past trauma, uncomfy situations

Synopsis: A guy consistently bothers you and when he pushes a little to hard, you don't know what to do with yourself.

Headcanon: Oikawa is a big physical touch person and LOVES hugs

A/N: I'm back from the dead. A few things about this story. First, writers block is real, so if this sucks, my bad. I just needed to get words on a paper (screen ?). Second, ⚠️ this story may be uncomfortable or triggering for certain audiences ⚠️ You have been warned, read at your own risk. Y/N's reaction indicates potential past trauma, so no she isn't just being dumb or dramatic. It's a real response that real people have. Anywaaaaaaaaay, I hope you enjoy! I'm working on some other things (slowly), so stay tuned!

Masterlist

Dating Oikawa is weird. You and Oikawa started dating about a month ago. You have never been a popular kid. You had your friend group and you did your things just like everyone else. You figured dating him would draw a little bit of attention but not this much. As you walk down the hallway — the same hallway you have walked for two years — people stare at you. You focus your eyes on the floor and try to ignore them.  You make your way to Oikawa’s locker, but your lack of attention causes you to run into someone. 

“Oh I’m sorry.” You look up to see the captain of the baseball team looming over you, his muscular body way too close to you.

“It’s always a pleasure seeing you.” He winks at you with a smirk. 

“Uh…” Something about his voices makes you shrink into yourself. You are about to walk away when you feel arms wrap around you.  An involuntary squeak escapes your mouth. 

“Gooooood morning beautiful!” A familiar voice calls as he spins you in a circle. 

You turn to look at him, “Tooru! You scared me.” 

“Sorry that I want to see my wonderful girlfriend.” He says placing a kiss on your forehead. His eyes drift past you to see the large captain behind you, “Oh, hey Hiroto. Sorry, did I interrupt or?”

“No. Not at all.” You quickly reply. 

“Yeah, just saying hi.” Hiroto says with a begrudging tone. He passes by you, brushing your shoulder and hitting Oikawa’s. 

“Man I just don’t understand him.” Oikawa says, shaking his head. 

“Doesn’t matter.” You hug Oikawa, his warm embrace and sweet smell relaxing you. You let out a soft sigh, “I have to go to class.” 

“But I just got here.” Oikawa pouts.

“Maybe you shouldn’t be late.” You press a kiss on his cheek, “I’ll come to practice this afternoon, okay?”

“Okay.” You laugh at Oikawa’s pouty face. He really is just a big puppy.

Grabbing the last of your stuff, you close your locker and turn to go to the gym. Standing right behind your locker door is the same guy from earlier, Hiroto. 

You jump back, “Oh, uh…sorry. I didn’t see you there.” You swing your bag over your shoulder and go to walk around him, but he steps in front of you.

“Hey, if you aren’t busy, you should come to watch baseball practice.” His scratchy voice makes your brain itch.  

“Yeah, uh sorry but I’m going to the gym to watch Tooru practice, so uh…maybe another time.” As you walk away, you scratch your head, trying to get off the weird feeling he gives you.

“Yeah, another time.” He calls after you. 

You walk into the gym and Oikawa immediately runs and hugs you. His warm embrace immediately takes away the weird feeling from before. 

“Hey, love.” He mumbles into your shoulder.

Before you can respond, you hear Iwaizumi yell, “Loserkawa, get over here and warm up!”

Oikawa looks up and pouts. You can’t help giggling at his silly reaction, “You should go warm up.”

“But I wanna hug you.” He whines.

“I appreciate that, but you are supposed to be practicing,” You give him a peck on the cheek, “I will cheer for you on the side.”

“Okay.” Oikawa sulks back over to his team to warm up. You are dating a child.

You watch Oikawa practice and every time he hits a serve he winks at you. You are trying to study, but your book just sits open, while you neglect it to watch your boyfriend show off. 

Coach blows the whistle to mark the end of practice. He calls the boys over for a huddle while you pack up your unfinished homework. Oikawa runs up to you for a hug but you stick your hand out preventing him

“What??” He pouts.

“You’re sweaty. There is no way you are hugging me like that. I’ll go wait outside.” You tease. You walk outside into the cold air, a light breeze blowing pass. You shiver, wishing you had brought a jacket. Maybe you should have taken the hug, at least it would be warm.

“Hey”

You jump and turn around to see Hiroto…again. “Oh uh, hey.”

“You need a jacket?” He asks, offering his, which is also sweaty from practice.

“Um I’m good.” 

“Oh, well, do you want me to walk you home. It’s kinda late.” He takes a step uncomfortably close. 

You back up against the door of the gym, “I’m actually walking home with Oikawa, but uh, thanks..” You try not to sound to uncomfortable. He just stands there staring at you and you aren’t sure what to do. “Um…I’m gonna go…” You open the gym door and quickly walk back inside. 

You speed walk over to Oikawa and tightly hug his arm. 

“Hey, I thought you were waiting outside?” He looks over at you with slight concern.

“I got cold…” You lie, not wanting to make a big deal out of it. 

“Does this mean you will hug me now?” Before you respond, he engulfs you in his sweaty arms, squeezing you tight. 

“Tooru! You’re so gross!” You say that, but you really don’t mind. He makes you feel safe and warm. So for all the teasing, you still welcome the hugs.

You have had weird run ins with Hiroto for a week now. You never knew him before and now he’s everywhere. He makes you uncomfortable, but you don’t tell anyone because you don’t want to assume anything about him. It is probably just you being overly judgmental. Every time you see him, he gets more and more familiar with you. He will stand closer to you, be more forward. He has asked to walk you home several times now and you are running out of excuses. 

Normally you have Oikawa as an excuse to get out of conversations, but he is really busy with preparing for his upcoming tournament. You manage to go the whole school day without running into him. Just when you think you will make it the whole day, you run into Hiroto outside the gym. (You were bringing Oikawa dinner since he would be practicing late). 

“Hey, how are you?” He asks.

“I’m fine.” You respond quickly.

“What are you doing?” 

“Uh, I was just giving Oikawa dinner, since he will be here late.”

“So you are staying here late into the night. That’s kind of rude of him to make you stay.” He suddenly sounds judgmental. You don’t know how to feel about it. 

“No, uh he didn’t make me stay. I’m going home because I want to, not that I don’t want to stay. I would stay but I need to do homework and…” You are cut off by him laughing at you. “What’s so funny?”

“Nothing. You don’t have to be so defensive.” He lowers his voice and leans in closer, “although it is kind of cute to see you flustered.”

You feel your stomach flip at the statement, “Well, uh, I have to go now.” You slide past him and start speed walking away. 

Hiroto, with his oddly long legs, catches up easily with you, “I’ll walk you home.”

“No, you don’t need to do that.” You say shakily, not making eye contact.

“Yeah I do. You can’t walk home alone. I don’t know why Oikawa would let you walk home alone. If I had a girlfriend as pretty as you, I wouldn’t let her out of my sight.” 

You freeze outside the school gates, debating whether or not you’re going to stay for Oikawa’s practice. Should you go and get him? No, you can’t bother him. He is already stressed out about this tournament. You can’t be a burden. 

“Um yeah, okay. I’ll see you later.” You stare at him, waiting for him to leave. 

He stares back at you, “Well, lead the way.” You just look at him awkwardly, hoping he will take the hint. “Uh, earth to Y/N. Lead the way home.” He waves his hand way to close to your face.

“Why?” Is all you can think of to say.

“I can’t walk you home if you don’t walk home.”

“You don’t need to walk me home.”

“Yeah I do.”

“No you don’t.”

“You aren’t walking home alone. You let Oikawa do it, so why can’t I?”

“Because Oikawa is my boyfriend and you aren’t.”

“Clearly he isn’t a very good one.” He takes a step forward, backing you into the pillar of the school gate, “What do you see in him anyway. He is arrogant and self focused. All he cares about is volleyball.”

“That’s not true!” You pipe out, increasingly scared of his presence.

“Really? Then why isn’t he here to walk you home? Why do you always have to stay late for his practice.” He puts his hand on the brick pillar behind you and leans uncomfortably close to your face. You freeze, “We all know I would be a better boyfriend than him. I can tell you like me, so just forget about him.”

You are scared stiff, his face inches from yours. You want to push him away, scream, run, something, but you can’t move. It’s like you are paralyzed. Suddenly, he closes the gap and smashes his lips against yours. You let out a muffled scream, eyes wide and filling with tears. He pulls away with a nasty grin on his face. You stare blankly past him, unsure of what just happened. 

“Since you won’t let me walk you home, I’ll leave you with that.” He winks at you and pats you on the head before walking away. 

When he is out of sight you crumble to the ground and break down crying. What just happened?

You walk back to your house in tears, confused, uncomfortable, and guilty. How could you have not done anything? Why didn’t you push him away or stop him? When you get home, you immediately take a shower. You scrub yourself, trying to wash away the remnants of him. You sit in the shower drowning in tears, scrubbing so hard that you leave a rash. You end up crying yourself to sleep.

You wake up the next day, drowsy and confused. You hope it was all a dream, until you look at your arm where you left the rash. You almost start breaking down crying again, but you manage to pull yourself together. You are supposed to meet Oikawa today for coffee to study for an upcoming test. How are you supposed to face him? You let another guy kiss you and you have the audacity to casually get coffee. Your phone buzzes on your bedside table, Oikawas name flashing across the screen. You pick up and Oikawa’s smooth voice chimes through the phone, “Hey love, are you alright?” You freeze. How did he know? “We were supposed to meet for coffee at 10 right?” 

You look at the time and it’s 10:15, “Oh crap.”

“It’s okay. I was just texting you and you didn’t respond, so I wanted to make sure you were awake.” You can hear his lovely smile through the phone, his comforting presence washing over you. 

“I’m sorry. I just woke up. I’m on my way.” Your voice sounds hoarse and like someone who has been crying all night.

“Okay, no rush. I’ll be waiting. Love you.” 

“Love you, bye.” 

You jump out of bed and rush to get ready. You throw your hair up, put on some random pair of clothes, and grab an apple before running out the door. Luckily the coffee shop is in walking distance from your house, so you make it there pretty quick. You walk in the door, out of breath and see Oikawa sitting at a table in the corner. His face lights up at the sight of you. You walk over and set your backpack down with a thud.

“Morning love,” He pulls you into a big hug, “You didn’t have to run. You look like you just ran a marathon.” He laughs as you press your face against his chest. The vibration from his laugh is comforting enough to put you to sleep. 

You pull back and sit down, “I’m sorry. I woke up late and I didn’t even realize. I forgot to set an alarm last night.” 

Oikawa cuts you off by squeezing your hand, “Hey, it’s okay. It happens sometimes.” 

You give him a half smile, still worn out from everything. He lifts his hand to cup your face, you instinctively lean into his touch. When you look at him, his face is scrunched up in concern, “Are you okay?”

“What?” You internally start freaking out. And maybe a little externally too. 

“Your eyes are all puffy and you look worn down. You aren’t smiling like you usually do and your voice is quiet and hoarse, which usually means something is wrong. What happened?” 

You are touched that he knows all of these things, but you feel the guilt pound away in your chest. You can’t tell him. It would crush him. But you should. But you can’t. “What, no. I’m fine.” You lie.

Oikawa is not convinced, “Hmm, okay. You don’t want to talk about it. I’ll wait until you want to.” 

He is so good to you and you are so bad for him. You might just break down and cry at his gentle manner, but you don’t. He slides over a coffee cup while you take out your books, “I got your regular.” He smiles.

“Thanks, you didn’t have to.” You blush at his kindness. 

“Sure I did.”

You spend a couple hours studying for your test. With each tick of the big hand, your heart drops further into guilt. There isn’t much conversation save for talking about the test. You don’t make eye contact the whole time. Oikawa’s voice was soft and his touch was gentle. He knows something is wrong but doesn’t want to pry. Once you feel relatively well prepared for the test, you immediately get up to leave. Oikawa stands with you. He opens his arms for a hug, letting you decide if you want to take it or not. You gently lean into his arms, so desperately wanting to spill your soul to him, but you can’t bring yourself to do it. So you opt to linger in his arms for a small moment

He gently pulls you close, kissing the top of your head. He whispers with the utmost care, “Whenever you want to talk, let me know. I’ll be right here.” You stand silent. “It can be 3am or two days from now. I don’t care when, but please call me, text me, talk to me. Don’t suffer through it alone.”

You nod as you reluctantly pull away from his grasp. You turn on your heel and rush out before he see’s you cry. Oikawa dejectedly watches you walk away, having already noticed the tears forming in your eyes. He can only hope that you will come and talk to him later. 

You practically run back to your house, tears flooding down your face. You feel so guilty. You know it’s not your fault, but it kind of is. You didn’t push Hiroto away. You just stood there and let him kiss you. You never said no, you never rejected him. You brought this on yourself and therefore only have yourself to blame. For hours you sit in your room sobbing, overwhelmed, disgusted, and unsure of what to do. You are practically drowning in your tears when you finally can’t take it anymore. You have to do something, tell someone. You have to tell Oikawa. He will be mad and probably leave you, but it is better to rip the bandaid off than let the wound fester. Your hands are shaking as you pick up your phone to text Oikawa. You can’t bring yourself to call him. 

Y/N: Can you come over?

To’ ❤️: Of course 🥰 I’ll be right over

Your eyes eventually dried, probably because you are dehydrated. You get up off your bed, the old springs squeaking as you lift your weight off of it. As you walk pass the mirror, you catch a glimpse of yourself. Your hair looks like a rats nest and there are tear stains on your cheeks. You look like a raccoon who had a really bad day. However, you don’t have the energy to do anything about it. You go downstairs and pour yourself a glass of water. Lord knows you need it. You open your fridge, hoping to find food, even though you haven’t gone to the store all week. Your stomach screams at you for only having eaten an apple today and then exerting enough energy equivalent to running a marathon. The lack of food in your fridge is almost enough to make you start crying again. As if you needed more help, you hear a soft knock on your door. You drag yourself over not wanting to open it, knowing what awaits you on the other side. Your hands shake as you reach for the door knob. You suck in a large breath and fling the door open. As you see your tall, beautiful, loving boyfriend standing there, you can’t help breaking down sobbing again. All the guilt and confusion and pain comes flooding back into you. Maybe if you didn’t drink that water you wouldn’t have started crying again. Your knees give out under the weight of your sorrow. Oikawa swiftly catches you, immediately pulling you into his arms. His heart snaps in half at the sight of you so broken. 

“Hey shhh, it’s okay. I’m here now.” He whispers, tenderly lifting you off the ground. He closes the door with his foot and walks you over to the couch. Your sobs resound through the room, each one more broken than the next. Oikawa gently cups your face, “Do you want to talk about it?”

You shake your head, unable to choke out words through the tears. 

“Do you want to sit here and cry?” He asks kindly.

You grab his shirt, holding on so tight your fists are white. You manage to force out some words, “N-no…I…I-I’m…sor-sorry!” 

Oikawa’s face contorts in confusion, “Don’t be sorry. You can sit here and cry and I will comfort you for as long as you want.” You fervently shake your head. Oikawa does his best to decipher your gestures, “No? Do you want to talk?”

You shake your head, trying to force out words. In your effort, you start hyperventilating, everything becoming so overwhelming. 

“Shhh, deep breathe in.” Oikawa breaths in, gesturing for you to follow. You manage a broken breath. “Breathe out…Breathe in…Breathe out.”

You and Oikawa do this for a few minutes (more like Oikawa does it and you try between sniffles). Once your breath has evened out, your sobs become more controllable. 

“There you go,” It’s not fair that Oikawa’s voice alone can calm you down. “Now what were you trying to say?” 

“I…I—“

“Deep breaths, you’ve got it.”

“I…I’m sorry.”

“You have nothing to be sorry about.” “N-no…you…you aren’t g-getting it.” Oikawa looks at you confused. “I—I….” You start hyperventilating again.

“Shhh, deep breaths. One word at a time. You?” 

“I-I…I cheated on you! I’m so sorry!!! I didn’t mean to! I didn’t want to! It just happened and I don’t know how and I don’t know why I didn’t do anything. He just was there and I froze and-and—“

You have lost all control at this point. You are sobbing, rambling on and on. Your face is buried in his chest, tears drenching his shirt. He’s holding you so gently while you are gripping his shirt so hard. You are shaking and feel like you might throw up. Your head is spinning and you are confused. It’s so much that you can’t process it all. “I’m sorry! I’m so sorry! You’re so good to me and I’m so terrible for you! I don’t know why you picked me. I’m sorry. I know you probably hate me and want to leave me but please…please!…Please don’t leave.” Your voice trails off, drowned under your tears. You need him so bad. You want to look in his eyes, hear his soft voice, be held in his arms, but you can barely hold yourself up. Oikawa is probably going to leave you. He is going to drop you and walk out. You need him to say something, do something. Even if it is yelling, even if he is breaking up with you, you need to hear his voice. Suddenly, Oikawa pulls you in his lap and hugs you softly against his chest. You freeze. That’s not what you thought he was going to do. Is this his goodbye? Is this it? “I-I…” You try to say something but you just can’t.

“Shhhh, it’s okay.” His voice is so warm and comforting. You can feel his heartbeat through his chest as his scent envelopes you. “I don’t know what happened, but you are not in a good headspace to talk about it clearly. So let’s just breathe.” He takes a deep breath, you following suit. “And let’s just sit and calm down for a moment, okay?” 

As he hugs you close to him, you can feel your heartbeat start to match his. Your broken sobs slowly turn into small sniffles. You sit in his arms for you don’t even know how long. Nothing was said, nothing was done. You just breathed together and existed together. You felt the exhaustion of everything hit you like a truck. You curl up small in his arms and feel yourself start to nod off into a much needed sleep.

You wake up on your couch, eyes puffy, your thoughts muddled. It’s dark outside even though it was just midday. What time is it? What happened? You were with Oikawa. You shoot upright. Did he leave you? You look around frantically. You have to apologize…you…you—

“Hey, calm down. I’m right here.” He comes around the couch from the kitchen. You feel the tension in your shoulders release at the sight of him. He sits next to you and you almost instinctively lean your head on his shoulder. But you remember, “I was…we were…talking? Crying? I was apologizing! I—“

Before you can get all lost in your thoughts, he cuts you off, “Calm down, it’s okay. You were upset and we sat and calmed down. You ended up falling asleep because you used so much energy crying. It’s been a few hours. I noticed you had no food, so I ordered some. Do you want to eat? Or do you want to talk?” 

“I want to talk. I need to talk. WE need to talk.” Your eyes are wide, like a deer in headlights. 

“Okay, then let’s talk. Slowly and calmly. One sentence at a time.” He settles you down a bit, knowing your tendency to ramble. “What happened.”

“I’m sorry. I cheated on you and I feel like a horrible person because you are so good to me and I just ruined it.” You can’t bear to look him in the eye.

“What happened? How did you cheat on me?” He asks with a hint of quizzical disbelief. 

“Well he wouldn’t leave me alone and I tried to say no but he kept insisting and then he just, he just kept getting closer and I didn’t know what to do and then I was backed up against the pillar and then he leaned in and he-he kissed me.” You feel yourself shudder at the memory, that disgusting feeling creeping up again. 

Oikawa tries to desperately hold himself together, waiting to hear the full story before going and punching a man, “Hold on. Who is ‘he’?”

“Hiroto, that guy from the baseball team.” 

“And he kissed you?”

“Yes, but I didn’t do anything to stop him. I just froze when I should have shoved him or—“

“Love, this is not your fault.” His voice is light and compassionate, “He approached you, yes?”

“Yes but—“

“No ‘buts’. Just a simple yes or no. Can you do that for me love? I just want to get everything clear.”

You nod with a quiet ‘yes’. 

“You did not want him to approach you?”

“No.”

“You asked him to go away and to leave you alone.”

“Well, not in those exact words, but yeah. I should have been more clear…” You stop yourself before Oikawa does.

“You in some form or fashion attempted to express that you did not want him near you, correct?”

You nod.

“However, he ignored said attempt and then cornered you and forced you to kiss him?” Oikawa’s jaw clenches tighter and tighter with each question.

“Yes…but I should have moved.” “But you couldn’t”

“I didn’t”

“You said you froze, right?”

“Yes.”

“That is a totally normal and valid response to fear. You were backed into a corner and someone—much larger than you might I add—was looming over you. He was in your personal space and violated you. He ignored your signs, ignored your fear, and HE chose to hurt you.” Anger starts seeping out of Oikawa, steam practically fuming from his ears.

“You’re angry. I’m sorry. You have every right to be mad.” You start to shrink into yourself again, tears threatening to come back out. 

Oikawa realizes his mistake and immediately softens up again, “No, no. I’m mad yes, but not at you. I’m mad at him for being such a terrible person and for hurting my princess.” He pulls in his lap again, your back to his chest. He wraps his arms around you like a warm blanket, “You did nothing wrong. None of this was your fault. You are the victim here, okay? You have every right to feel hurt or upset or whatever you need to feel. You are not a horrible person. You did not cheat on me by any means. I’m not mad at you. Please don’t be mad at yourself. I love you so much and you are so wonderful and amazing and I’m so sorry you had to go through this. I’m so sorry that I wasn’t there to protect you.”

You spin around to look at him, “Don’t blame yourself, please. You didn’t know. I didn’t tell you anything. I thought he would go away, but he just kept bothering me, day after day-“

“Wait, how long has this been going on?” 

“…well you remember at the beginning of the week when we randomly ran into him in the hallway?”

“Vaguely”

“Well, after that I kept running into him and he kept saying weird things and asked me to come watch his practice or if he could walk me home. I always used your practice or you walking me home as an excuse but you were so busy with practice yesterday that I couldn’t stay. And then I ran into him outside and he kept following me, insisting on walking me home and then…yeah.” You look at Oikawa, his face slowly burning red with rage. 

“So he has been bothering you for a week now?”

“Yeah, but I didn’t want to say anything because I thought I was being dramatic or looking too much into it…but I guess not…are you mad that I didn’t tell you?”

Oikawa’s face softens again, “No, not at all. I’m sorry that you felt like you couldn’t tell me. You aren’t being dramatic. What he did was genuinely wrong and you are allowed to be uncomfortable or upset by it. Please if anything, anything, big or small, makes you uncomfortable or scared or upset or anything, please tell me. I want to know. I want to help you.”

You place your hand on his cheek, a soft smile poking at the corner of your mouth for the first time all day, “Thank you. That means so much.” You lean your forehead on his, “I love you so much.”

“I love you too.” He closes the gap between you, gently pressing his lips against yours, afraid of making you uncomfortable. 

You melt at his touch. Just one kiss from him and all your fears and worries fall away. You wrap your arms around his neck as his arms hold you tighter around the waist. You could live in this moment forever. You break apart but keep your head leaned on his. You two just sit and bask in each other for a moment before Oikawa pulls you in for a hug. You relax into him, letting his presence melt away the ice of the past 24 hours. He gently strokes your hair, “I hope you know I’m gonna kick his ass.”

“Don’t get kicked out of school, or worse, get kicked off the volleyball team.” 

He laughs at your comment, the vibration running through you, “It would be worth it for you.”

You sit up, looking at him with a smirk, “Are you saying you like me more than volleyball?”

“I can play volleyball any time with anyone. There is only one Y/N in this world,” He presses a quick kiss on your lips, “And she’s all mine.”

You blush at his flirting, “You love me. You want to kiss me. You want to hug me.” 

“Mhm, so what if I do?” He smirks.

“Hmmm, I’ll allow it, but only if you bring me some food. I have only eaten and apple today and I’m starving.” Your stomach growls and you both can’t help laughing at the timing. 

“Okay, anything for you, Love.” He gets up and brings over the ordered food, “But for real, we are filing a report against him.”

“No, I don’t want to make a big fuss.” 

“It’s either that or I beat him to a pulp. Your choice.” He says, taking a bite of his food

“Lets do the report.” You lean your head against his shoulder, “But you would totally win.”

“You think so?” He says smirking with a mouth full of food.

“Oh yeah. Baseball has nothing on your serves.”

“Got that right,” He throws his arm around you and kisses the top of your head. 

How did you get so lucky to find someone like him? 

Epilogue

“Did you hear? Hiroto got expelled.”

“Yeah, I saw him leaving school today.”

“What happened?”

“I don’t know but he always made me uncomfortable.”

You hear the murmurs from your schoolmates as you walk down the hall with Oikawa, who is standing awfully tall today. “Someone looks happy.” You nudge him.

“Of course. I’m with you aren’t I.” He smirks down at you.

“Mhm, I’m sure that’s why. At least you didn’t beat him up.”

“Of course not.” He says with a sly voice. 

More random voices chime around you, “Bro I saw Hiroto leaving school this morning.”

“Dude, I heard he got expelled.”

“Must have gotten in a fight” “You think?”

“Totally. He had a nasty black eye.”

You smack Oikawa on the arm, “To’ you said you wouldn’t beat him up!”

“I didn’t!” He holds his hands up in defense, “One punch doesn’t count as beating him up.” You walk away, pretending to ignore him. “Y/N wait! Come on, don’t leave me like that. He deserved it!.” 

You can’t help laughing at his little pouty voice.

“I’ll make it up to you. I’ll buy you coffee.” He spins you around, giving you the biggest puppy dog eyes he can muster.

“Hmmm, a coffee and ice cream.”

“Done.” He grabs your hand happily and continues walking with you.

“Did it hurt? Did he cry?” You mutter.

“Oh yeah, big time baby.” Oikawa laughs.

You are a terrible person for laughing, but you have a pass this time around. 

[writtenjewels]

Survivor

Kaidan hadn't seen Shepard since the commander came back from the mission on Ontarom. He wasn't chosen to go, so all he knew about it was it involved an Alliance soldier who was picked up by Hackett's people. It seemed fairly standard, so why couldn't Kaidan stop worrying about Shepard? He checked the shuttle bay and engineering, but no one there had seen the commander. Pressly didn't see him go to his captain's quarters, either.

Kaidan was running out of places to look. Until he thought to check the sleeping pods. They weren't in use, which meant no one usually came back here. In the very back, tucked behind the last pod, sat Shepard.

“Hey,” Kaidan greeted him. “There you are.”

“Hey,” the commander returned. He had his legs pulled up to his chest. “Was someone looking for me?”

“Technically, no. I just hadn't seen you around the ship and wondered where you were.”

“Well... I'm here.” Shepard's voice sounded strained, like he was making an effort to keep it steady and calm. It was a little worrying.

“Is it the Cipher?” Kaidan asked him gently. Everyone could tell that receiving it had unsettled the commander. He had seemed mostly adjusted, but maybe he was just pretending for team morale. “You can tell me,” Kaidan continued when Shepard remained silent. “I'm the last person who would judge you for it.”

“I know,” Shepard assured him, “but it's not that. It's...” He took in a slow breath, brushing his fingers over his buzzed hair. It had been growing out with the natural dark brown sneaking through, but it looked like he got it freshly buzzed and dyed recently. “I'm not the only one,” Shepard said at last. “I'm not the only one of my team who survived Akuze.”

The words made Kaidan drop to the ground across from Shepard. Everyone knew this story. Shepard and his team were called to a mission on Akuze. They were attacked by thresher maws with Shepard being the only one to make it out alive. The burden of that weighed on him, but now he was saying someone else from his team survived.

“That's a good thing,” Kaidan told him.

“I'm not so sure.” Shepard was looking Kaidan's way, but his eyes were distant. “Toombs... He says they tortured him. He said...” Shepard's breath hitched. “He said the thresher maw was released on purpose. That my unit was a part of some twisted experiment.”

Kaidan gave this some thought. He really wished he was on the last mission, now. He couldn't imagine how world-shattering it must have been for Shepard to discover he wasn't the sole survivor of that massacre. It wasn't the whole team, but it was still one less body on his conscience. But then to be told all those other deaths were orchestrated? That had to be a hard blow.

“What do you think?” Kaidan finally asked.

“I think...” Shepard rubbed his face with a sigh. “I think it's easier to find someone to blame. A thresher maw is a creature—an incredibly big and nasty creature so tough it takes a Mako to kill one of them, but a creature all the same. It runs on instinct; it didn't want to hurt us, it just did because that was its nature. But a person... they have reason, intention.”

Kaidan listened to the commander talk without interruption. Shepard was always giving him that courtesy when Kaidan rambled about his philosophical thoughts.

“I don't know if what Toombs said is true,” Shepard continued, “but damn do I want it to be. I want my guys to have died for a reason. Is that wrong?”

“Of course not.” Kaidan shifted so he was sitting beside the commander. He leaned in enough for their shoulders to touch, giving Shepard the comfort of contact.

They sat like that in silence for a few minutes, listening to the hum of the ship. Shepard was the first to get to his feet. He held out a hand to help Kaidan up, too.

“Thanks, Kaidan. I needed that.”

“You're always there when I need to talk,” Kaidan reasoned. “I was just returning the favor.”

“That's not, ah...” Shepard trailed off. He released his hold on Kaidan's hand. “I should go,” Shepard said abruptly.

Kaidan watched him walk off. It was only then he realized that Shepard used his first name.

[45cementry-gates]

Thoughts on Ishan :

(and ict in general)

1. When he opted out of India's test squad before our series with S. Africa....I knew... I KNEW it will be a long time before we'll get to see him playing for India again.

And then few weeks later Rahul Dravid said in a press conference... He can come back... Just play domestic.... My heart sank.

Here's the thing, I don't blame him at all for taking a break due to mental fatigue.

I fully support his decision as well. He prioritised himself and that's good.

But my dude... If I was your friend, if I was there with you... I wouldn't have let you go.

I would have grabbed his trousers and refused to let go. This is team India. You take one step back and 10 other people are standing right behind you ready to take your place.

Shubhman gill was hyped up so much... Remember his 126 in 63 balls against New Zealand?

But he faltered.

And Today he's in reserve.

Jaiswal is going to be our new opener in all 3 formats very soon. And there's nothing wrong with that. The guy earned it.

Ishan left the South Africa Series and a month later during the india Vs England test Series Jurel was picked and he did an excellent job.

Now imagine... Imagine if Ishan was there instead... If ishan had scored those 90 runs.....he would have made his place permanent.

I'll repeat myself.... I don't blame him for leaving... But he should have thought this through. Especially when a guy like Rahul Dravid is your coach.

(he's the same guy who gave declaration during a test match when Sachin Tendulkar was about to score a century. He's not as innocent as he looks.)

Another thing which really hurts me is how so many people complain about him being benched and then dropped but Yaar....there are tons of players who have gone through this.

Even Ashwin was benched. He said in an interview that when his team would win he wouldn't even feel like going in the ground to congratulate them coz of how hurt he felt.

It happens.

.

.

.

Anyways My overall opinion on this drama is :

1. I support him for leaving.

2. But I hate that he left.

3. A block of ice would be a better coach than Rahul Dravid.

Anyways... Jo hogaya so hogaya.

What I want now is for him to focus on his future.

And He can start by leaving Mumbai Indians.

MI was the team who would pick young players, groom and invest in them and make them capable enough for team India.

The MI we have seen this year is no longer that team. It doesn't matter how many reels their insta page puts out, the atmosphere of that team is tense, awkward and a hot mess.

If Mumbai really cared about a future captain as they claimed.... They should have made Ishan their new captain...like how csk and gt did with ruturaj and gill.

But oh well.

Right now... The best he can do is keep himself fit, play domestic and leave MI at THE EARLIEST.

That team, it's atmosphere, the mismanagement and inner conflicts (believe me, they exist) will not help him at all.

Imo, he doesn't need a team to grow. He has developed a good skill set. What he needs now is a stage.

A team like Kkr, RR or Gt will be great for that because these teams don't drop Their players after 1 or 2 matches... Have good coaches, stable environment and a good atmosphere overall.

Ishan is an excellent wicket keeper + batsman and the type of cricket he plays is best suited for t20 format (one day and test also but especially t20).

Whether we win or lose this t20 world cup... This one is the last one for our senior players.

After that, our youngsters will take charge (at least they should).

Yashasvi and Abhishek should be our openers.

Gill, rutu and Riyan would perfect be for middle order.

Ishan, with his explosive batting style, would be the perfect finisher.

Also... This dumb culture of batters not learning bowling (encouraged by this stupid impact rule) that has developed in the Indian team needs to STOP.

Look at Australia and New Zealand's t20 squad. Look at how many all rounders they have.

Look at ours. We won the 2007 cup because of all rounders as well.

Also... We cage our players. We hold them back. A player like Travis head is playing with such ferocity because his style and mindset is supported by his captain, his team and his media.

Meanwhile... If an Indian player attempts to do the same and doesn't make a big score in 2 -3 matches... He'll be benched instantly.

Another thing... If we look up the stats of our players in this year's t20 wc squad...

Except virat, Bumrah and maybe kuldeep ...everyone else is on ram bharose.

When players like n. reddy, ishan, rutu, gill, Riyan, natrajan... will be groomed and given enough opportunities....their aggressive style will be supported instead of criticized.... that's when we will win trophies.

@fangirlingintellectual @roseromeroredranger @snowcloudsss

@ishuess @bimesskaira

[rphelperblog]

Outer Banks Rp Meme

inspired by @multistoty @etherealrps @kierras @kookbled @pogueframed @cfknights @jaymaybnk and @sulsurfer

“Don’t worry, I will sugar mama you.” 

"You might end up in the lions den, but you don't go there on purpose."

"You know what I was thinking, let's get married."

"I'd rather die than be without you."

You don't know what it's like to have the person closest to you vanish and then have no idea what happened. Just wake up every morning wondering."

"Here is a fun fact. Everyone you know will die."

"Its a good thing we are on a secret mission. We shouldn't even be using our real names."

"Momma's mad."

"I'd rather die than go to jail."

"Didn't you play baseball?"

"UntilI see a body, I won't give up."

"That was a good, dad joke."

"You want to make our own incriminating evidence? Is that what your talking about?"

"Denial's underrated. You should try it some time."

"It's only denial if your wrong."

“Not much of a hugger, man.”

"He's got the survival instincts of a cockroach."

"You hang out with trash, you get dirty."

Mild kelptomanic, future tax cheat."

They always, always win."

"Stupid things have good outcomes all the time."

"I can't pretend either."

"I'd for sure put his skull in the ground, but I am not like a jealous guy, so I don't care."

"This is your captain speaking."

"You love being seen with me, but you don't love me."

"When people get close to me, i feel trapped. I bail and I blame them for it."

Definitely, the weirdest summer of my life. But its not the end, its the beginning."

"I can't let you take the blame for something I did. You have too much to lose."

"I was on the math team."

"Love is five minutes of pleasure for a lifetime of pain."

"You aren't gonna just walk away like nothing happened?"

"You're so careful."

"Wars have been started for less."

"I'm stuck. You are gonna rip me."

"I'll be so safe."

"I'll pay you back."

"Your secret is safe with me."

"I look like I got kicked out of a barbershop quartet."

"You guys, not everything is a kingpin movie."

"We have one earth. We should give it 100 percent bare minimum."

The thing about hell is there is always another one below."

"Hey, do you remember when you kissed me?"

"Mold is good for you. It's a natural organism."

"This is war. They hit us. We hit them."

"What if I am not okay?"

"Why are you so weird?"

“Look, love just walked in, okay.”

"I already am who I am."

"Be safe."

"Back in the friend zone."

the WiFi’s not working. I can’t post anything.”

"I got a jet going straight to my butt right now."

"Dude, did you just yeet over that chain?"

"You look like I have never seen a boy in underwear before."

"I have a brother. Get your head out of the gutter."

"It might be storming now, but it can't rain forever."

Life is all fun and nothing not."

"Pentagon- we have safety clearance."

"I can't give up the hunt man."

"Oh my god, have you seen this shirt? Its 190 dollars."

"Stop barking at the snakes."

"And to quote the hobbit , 'down down to goblin town, you go, my lad."

Keep running you mouth and I'll come knock our J crew looking ass out."

"Its a little toosie roll."

"Buck? Whats a buck?"

"yeah, you have a death compass."

You listen to me alright. I'm coming for you."

Biggest pet peeves? Easy, giving one percent to the environment."

"Imagine if you get really old and your nipples and your boobs get really saggy and you have their eyes there and you can see if your shoe is untied."

"You powerpuff girls have a lot of fun."

"Not all of us can afford the unlimited plan."

"One last mission and I am out of this dirty dirty game."

[thebibliomancer]

Essential Avengers: Avengers #318: A Vengeful GOD!

June, 1990

Guest-starring the AMAZING Spider-Man! NEBULA TRIUMPHANT!

Look at what you did, Spider-Man!

Yeah, this is all Peter Parker, Spider-Man's fault! Well, him and some loose plotting.

Because:

Last times in Avengers: the team thwarted Nebula when she accidentally blew up the universe. But it turned out that despite every way it had been portrayed, blowing up the universe was all according to plan and not a big whoopsie. The energy of accidentally the universe was absorbed by a device called the Infinity Union that Nebula had stolen from the Stranger.

When the Avengers chased Nebula to her spaceship, they found that the Stranger had also tracked her down. The Stranger took Nebula to his own, bigger, ship and tried to interrogate her. Stymied by her being recently Starfoxed. The Avengers searched Nebula's ship for the Infinity Union, having been forewarned by Gunthar, the not-penguin, that the device had been booby trapped to explode if anyone other than Nebula touched it.

Spider-Man was able to use his Spider-Sense to find the Infinity Union first and decided to snag it with a webline.

Whoops! That counted as touching it and everything exploded!

Look at what you did, Spider-Man!

LOOK AT WHAT YOU DID.

I'm blaming Spider-Man a lot. Deservedly. But there is a nice symmetry to it. Spider-Man's weblines were able to save the day when the universe had turned off. But now they may have doomed it.

Nebula teleports everyone important, even the Stranger, to the Stranger's main monitor room so she can appear as sneering faces on all the monitors and smugly recap the plot.

She even explains that Gunthar had misled the heroes. The Infinity Union had actually been booby trapped to release all its stored energies to Nebula if anyone other than herself touched it.

Okay. So why is this plot even happening?

If Nebula's plan all along was to blow up the universe, let the heroes fix that while she tried her damndest to stop them, and then use the Infinity Union to become COSMICALLY POWERFUL, why didn't she have Gunthar touch the thing as soon as she got back from blowing up the universe?

I know Fabian Nicieza is trying his best to finish up the plot threads Byrne left behind but this plot is a mess.

The Stranger demands Gunthar the Rigellian tell him how the energy transfer was possible but Nebula disintegrates the mustachioed space man.

Then she reintegrates him, just to flex.

And disintegrates him. And reintegrates him.

When Captain America tells her to knock it off, torture is not cool, Nebula goes okay this is what we're going to do instead.

And it goes poorly.

As things usually do when you charge right at a cosmically powered opponent without a plan.

Mjolnir and Captain America's Mighty Shield bounce right off Nebula without her even yielding. She grabs Vision and chucks him at Iron Man. She no sells Starfox's pleasure power AND Sersi's molecular control (now in beam form).

Spider-Man tries webbing over her eyes but she just eye beams through the webbing. And also, she has cosmic consciousness so she didn't even need to do that to see.

Thor and Iron Man try to tackle her ankles but she just teleports a little way away to laugh at the effort.

Spider-Man: "Can we go home now?"

Oh, Spidey, you and your levity.

Meanwhile, Gunthar - the guy who talked a big game about wanting to help Nebula destroy the universe for... reasons? - starts to worry that Nebula is becoming mad with power and might get bored with him now that she doesn't need him for anything.

Captain America belatedly realizes that maybe they should have a strategy and orders the Avengers to try to lose Nebula - the one who just boasted cosmic consciousness - by running through a maze of corridors.

Thor isn't happy running but it doesn't really matter.

Nebula just pops out of the wall because of course she knew exactly where they were.

She suggests that the universe is on borrowed time and Cap says he doesn't believe she could REALLY destroy the universe.

And when you basically dare someone to destroy the universe to prove they can...

Well, Nebula keeps flipping existence off and on again.

She even lets the Avengers run away without stopping them just so she can hit them with nonexistence a few times.

(Also noticed by Quasar and Jarvis back in the Avengers Subbasement. Not to mention the monitor room they were in exploded a little when it monitored Nebula's apotheosis.)

Starfox wonders what Nebula is trying to accomplish by flicking existence on and off. Unlike the previous times with the compressor photo negative-ing everything, these lapses in existence aren't really discombobulating the Avengers.

But it turns out that Nebula is just having a blast willing the universe out of existence over and over again. Calling it "a pleasure unmatched in all my life!"

Well, okay then. I might have to kink shame.

But while Nebula is enjoying that and tormenting the Avengers, she's stopped paying attention to the Stranger who has just been sprawled on the ground the whole time.

The Stranger finds Gunthar and demands he explain how Nebula was able to absorb all the energy from the Infinity Union.

Gunthar Explains It All.

After he and Nebula stole the thing, they studied it. And they lucked into discovering the frequency on which it operates. So Gunthar implanted a bio-receiver in Nebula's brain which let her receive all those Infinity Union energies.

Which doesn't explain why the Infinity Union even exists or why Nebula had to wait for Spider-Man to accidentally trigger it instead of just getting one of her goons to do so. Or why it was even booby trapped to go off if anyone other than her touched it. Why even rely on someone else touching the thing?

Dumb. Dumb plot.

Now that the Stranger knows how the thing worked, he has an idea for how to stop it. And he teleports himself and Gunthar to Nebula's ship.

Meanwhile, the Avengers continue distracting Nebula. Although, not on purpose. But they're doing a good job drawing all of her attention.

They stumble into a weapons room and Nebula has animated all of the weapons against the Avengers.

Iron Man gets the energy drained out of his armor. Spider-Man gets trapped in a tube.

Giant-Sized Nebula shows up to kill the rest and they book it into an airlock, hoping it will slow her down. For good measure, Sersi seals the chamber on a molecular level.

But Thor wasn't happy just running away. He's livid that he's had to leave two allies behind.

Over on Nebula's ship, the Stranger finds the Infinity Union. He can change the frequency so Nebula can't pull this off again but to de-cosmic her, the bio-implant in her brain will need to be removed.

And the mustachioed space man contacts the Avengers to let them know that part is all up to them.

Captain America protests that removing an implant from her brain could kill Nebula but the Stranger doesn't care. And neither does Thor.

Now that he has an objective to aim for, he tears out of the airlock in one second (making the thought that it'd stymie Nebula at all ridiculous) and throws the torn off airlock at Nebula.

Which she melts in midair. Cosmic power.

But while she's again distracted by the Avengers, the Stranger redirects the flow of energy into himself, stunning Nebula just long enough

for Sersi to rip the implant from her brain and using her powers to heal up the wound right after.

Not going to begrudge Sersi for doing a good job and she's the newest Avenger so she deserves some cool moments.

But this really seems like it'd be a job for Vision.

Nebula shrinks to normal sized Nebula. And Spider-Man grabs her. Despite his usual demeanor, he's so fed up with this cosmic adventure that he almost punches her in the face despite the fight being over.

Thor stops him though. Says yeah he'd like to punch her in the face too but the fighting is done.

Spider-Man: "You're right, Thor. I know, I'm sorry. This is just a little more than I'm used to. I'm still a bit shell-shocked." Captain America: "We understand, son. The situations the Avengers often find themselves in can be quite unsettling --"

Then Gunthar calls on a big monitor to tell everyone the Stranger has been injured by absorbing all that energy. Oh no, not our good friend the Stranger. I can't imagine the Avengers without the Stranger.

Anyway.

He's fine after a scene transition.

The machines in his medical lab put him on the path to recovery.

Iron Man even gets to charge his armor back up from a convenient wall socket.

And so this arc is finally wrapping up.

Captain America and Vision strongly suggest to the Stranger that the Infinity Union should be destroyed since it's too dangerous to exist and doesn't serve any real purpose.

And the Stranger agrees.

And then while everyone is distracted by that, Gunthar teleports himself and Nebula to safety.

Nebula's ship NYOOMs before the Stranger or any of the Avengers can really respond. And the Stranger's own ship is too banged up from all the Cosmic Nebula nonsense to give chase anyway.

Nebula may not be great at filling Thanos' huge shoes and most of her plans don't make a lot of sense but damn is she good at getting away without facing consequences.

Captain America decides that with her compressor and Infinity Union plot foiled, it's going to be a while before she threatens anyone again.

Soooo... the Avengers would like to go home. Please and thank you. And the Stranger teleports them back to the Avengers Sub-basement, startling Jarvis and Quasar.

The Stranger: "Fare thee well, Avengers! You have earned the respect of the Stranger -- now and forevermore!"

Hey... what happened to the Quinjets the Avengers rode into space on?

Damn, these guys lose a lot of Quinjets.

Starfox is taken for medical treatment in the Avengers Sub-basement medical lab and Captain America walks Spider-Man up to the surface.

Where Captain America has noticed Spider-Man's second thoughts about becoming an Avenger and lets him off easy.

By firing him before he has to tell Cap he wants to quit.

Captain America: "Spider-Man, I feel your abilities are needed on the war on crime... I just don't know if they work best in a group... Or against the kind of menaces we face." Spider-Man: "Hey, you'll get no real argument from me! Then again, you guys never seem to do much about the Kingpins of this world, either!" Captain America: "I know. And maybe it works best that way. What I'm saying is, we are honored to call you a friend, but I don't think being a member of the Avengers is best for you." Spider-Man: "I'm fired?" Captain America: "Well, I wouldn't put it quite that way." Spider-Man: "Hey, no problem, Cap. It's actually kind of a load off, if you know what I mean. Call me if Galactus comes around! Take care!" Captain America: "You too, Spider-Man!"

Dammit.

That was a five issue arc, with Spider-Man and "guest-starring the Amazing Spider-Man" slapped prominently on each cover, which had Spider-Man join the Avengers for a hot minute, and then get fired at the end.

Boo.

I do wonder if this was a swerve or if it was always going to go this way. The writer changed mid-arc so maybe the intended ending also changed.

Anyway. Funny how this issue seems to get the idea that different superheroes tackle different things. While the Avengers are tackling cosmic nonsense, Spider-Man can thwart the Kingpin's criminal schemes. And at no point did Spider-Man have to say that he deals with the "real issues."

In the Marvel universe, cosmic nonsense and a giant man in charge of all crime are equally real issues.

Next Avengers time, the start of a six-part arc. Why? But next week, Avengers West Coast #60 where we get back to the Wanda is evil and crazy arc. Oh, joy.

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— WHO IS PARK SEOLHYUN?

she’s a NINETEEN year old wannabe, born MAY 19, 2004. she’s currently undecided regarding companies and lives by the words “i think the lead singer wants me.”

maybe you should learn more or ask her a question.

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the bright lights of the dance studio burned seolhyun's eyes. sweat was clinging to her skin, leaving a disgusting shine on her forehead. she forgot today was a full run through of the dance showcase. she would of skipped if she remembered. she only came to class, to take pictures. the studio had a the best lighting and such a lovely full sized mirror; plus it made for good pre debut pictures. she laid down on the floor, closing her eyes and trying to even her breath. she could her dance captain complaining about something. the dance captain was always complaining though. always upset about missed steps, sloppy movements, facial expressions...the list was never ending. she tuned them out, focusing instead of the consistent hum of the air conditioner. she was exhausted and almost asleep, but the irritating voice of her dance captain brought her back to reality. "seolhyun! are you even listening? we have a performance in less than a month, a month!" they exclaimed. they looked really upset, she was almost ready to laugh at them, but she settled on an exaggerated eye roll instead. this seemed to upset them, they let out a frustrated huff and continued, " you are at least 3 beats behind everyone else, and your moves are weaker than the rest!" what was yelling at her going to solve? it wasn't her fault everyone else sucked. she sat up, wiping the remaining drips of sweat off her forehead. "okay? i know the dance was sloppy, but that's not my fault. we need to work as a team, match each others energy." she explained. she was annoyed. they always blamed everything on her. it was a constant at every practice, no matter how good or pretty she looked, they always found something to complain about. "you guys need to match my energy. dancing doesn't need to be so energetic, it makes it look like we're trying to hard to impress them." the class got silent, almost as it got frozen in time. seolhyun let out a laugh this time. "geez, i guess i gave you all something to think about, huh?" she stood up, walking to the corner she placed her bag. "lets all work harder next practice okay? it's another full run through?" she looked to the captain, whose jaw was unusually tight, they gave a nod. she grabbed her bag and began walking to the door. "well, i'll see you all next time!" she waved goodbye to her team, blowing a few kisses to those who were staring at her extra hard. she definitely won't be back next time. she can find a good selfie mirror anywhere.

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Copycat: Cryptomnesia —(Marvel Fem!Oc)

A/N: I loath writing action scenes so I’m sorry if this was boring, I love Kamala and I really wanted them to interact hehe -Danny

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xxviii: Another Team-Up

"I'll be back before midnight I promise!" The girl rushed out of the house. "I'll be back soon— bye!"

She hurried down the street muttering complaints about her mother, she was so focused on this that she didn't hear Cat jumping down from the tree where she'd been watching.

"You should look both ways before crossing the street," she told her.

Kamala screamed and threw a beam of light at her, Cat dodged it easily. The young woman extended her spear and leaned on it as if it were a cane.

"You're smaller in person."

"You're Copycat," the girls said in awe. "And you know who I am... wait!" She realized she wasn't wearing her suit. "You know who I am!"

Cat grinned, though the girl couldn't see since the nano mask was covering her face.

"Correct me if I'm wrong," the mutant continued, "but I heard Damage Control has something yours, right?"

"No."

"No?"

"It's not mine, it's my friend's," she explained. "My watches kept getting funky when I use my powers, and the Stark tech is better equipped to hold big chunks of energy— oh my god I can't believe I'm talking to another Avenger!"

Cat straightened her posture. "Another?"

"I met Captain Marvel a few months ago," Kamala's voice quivered. "I also met Nick Fury— they told me so much about you. Can you give me an autograph? It's not for me, it's for a friend but she's like, such a big fan and she made me promise I'd ask if I ever—"

"Miss Marvel— er... Kamala," Cat shook her head. "Sorry, how should I call you?"

The girl's mouth opened in disbelief. "Honestly? You could call me kid and I'd still cry about it later. In a good way though—"

"Okay, chipmunk," Cat teased her, raising a brow. "Maybe this was a mistake..."

"No no no no, wait," Kamala took a deep breath. "Sorry. It's just— you came out of nowhere so you can't blame me for freaking out. I mean, the Copycat knows who I am..."

"I thought I was like, the least favorite of the lot," she snorted. "Good to see I have admirers."

"You're the face of the Young Avengers!"

"There's no such thing," Cat crossed her arms. "Fury didn't tell you? There are no 'Young Avengers'."

"But he said that you were rounding up heroes!"

"No, I'm not!" Cat argued. She refused to be a babysitter for super children.

Kamala pouted. "So you're not here to recruit me?"

"Why would I recruit a fifteen-year-old?"

"Cause I have powers like Carol Danvers?"

"You're a hero with a bedtime. Those are the worst."

"I'm working on it."

Cat sighed, rubbing her forehead. "Okay, kid, I don't have much time so I'll just say what I came here to say."

Kamala fixed her pose trying to look professional. "Okay."

"Why did you try to blow up Damage Control?"

The girl's shoulders fell. "It wasn't me!"

"I saw the video, kid."

"Well, if you saw the video then you saw I was running away."

"What were you doing there, to begin with?"

"This woman lured me to the scene— crying and saying a guy had stolen her purse, and I didn't know what that building was, so when she told me the guy had run to the back of it I circled the place and then— ¡BOOM!"

"Uh-uh," Cat tilted her head. "And you just believed her this woman?"

"It was a really old woman."

"I could turn into a grandma and kill you, age doesn't mean anything," Cat lifted her spear and shrunk it, then she started to walk away. "Do not talk to strangers when it's dark."

"You're not how Carol and Fury described you at all," Kamala followed her.

Cat chuckled. "Let me guess... they told you I can't take things seriously and never shut up."

"Pretty much, yeah."

"Well, they're right, but unfortunately for you, tonight I don't have time to hang out and bond, so we have to get moving."

"What? To where?"

"To get your stuff! You want the watch back, don't you?"

"Yeah! Bruno's so worried about it— if they figure out it belongs to him they'll find out my identity and—"

"Is he your guy in the chair?"

"My what?"

"Your nerd who's always hacking into things and taking samples of stuff for evidence—"

"You could say that. When I got my powers he examined a bit of my blood and found out I'd mutated—"

Cat stopped and stared at her. "You're a mutant?"

"I-I think so," Kamala felt uncomfortable with Cat's reaction. "I rather not think too much about it, labels are the one thing I can never escape from."

"Tell me about it," the woman was looking at the girl carefully. "I'm a mutant too."

The girl's eyes widened. "Shut up."

"How else would I be able to copy everyone's powers?"

"Can you copy mine?"

"Probably, but I rather not do it tonight."

"Why?"

"We need to be subtle," Cat reached out to shake her hand. "What do you say, are you ready for a team-up?"

Kamala looked down at her hand and then back into her eyes. "Can I change first?"

"What did they take from you?"

"Nothing."

"So you're here just to help me out?" Miss Marvel whispered excitedly.

"Oh no, I'm here to get something too, but it isn't mine."

"Can I know what it is?"

"Edith."

"You're kidnapping someone?!" The girl gasped.

"Lower your voice!" Cat warned her, hiding further inside the tree branches. "Edith's an A.I. Tony gave it to Spider-man, but it was taken away."

"Spider-man sent you?" Kamala's mouth fell open. "That guy's so cool! Is he an Avenger? Wait, how old is he?"

"I don't know," Cat grabbed the girl by the shoulder and pointed at the door. "There! See that guy?"

Miss Marvel grimaced. "He's huge!"

"He's all yours."

"WHAT!"

Cat put a hand over the girl's mouth and scowled at her. "Keep your voice down!" The older mutant tilted her head, listening. "Only security remains... two at the front, this guy at the back... one at the front desk..." she frowned leaning closer toward the edge. "There's a thick wall there."

"How do you know that?" Kamala mumbled against her hand.

Cat's purple irises were barely visible thanks to how wide her pupils were. "I listen, kid. It's right in front of us— that's where our things are, most likely. Rooms of that kind in a place like this usually mean there's a lab, workshop, or storage."

"You have enhanced hearing?" Kamala tilted her body to check Cat's ears.

"You don't have it?"

"Just because I have some mutant in me doesn't mean I'm all weird," she frowned. "No offense."

"Non-taken. Okay, chipmunk, hear me out," Cat tapped something into her smartwatch. "Big guy's standing outside the back entrance that takes us directly to the room— but that room has cameras, probably the whole place, if they're smart. I'll take down the guy at the desk so they don't see us coming, then the two at the front, you keep an eye on the giant here, yes?"

"Really?" Miss Marvel gave her a stern look. "You wouldn't keep me here if I were older."

"Most heroes are useless around me," Cat replied plainly. "But you especially— you're a child. So yes, I'm keeping you out of danger, 'cause I don't want to live knowing I was your cause of death, thank you."

"I can look after myself," she argued.

"I don't doubt that, I wouldn't've brought you otherwise." Cat pressed the side of her smartwatch and dropped a small earpiece on Miss Marvel's palm. "If something happens you let me know."

The girl understood she wasn't going to convince Cat to change her mind, so she took the earpiece obediently. "Okay— Copycat," the girl grabbed her wrist, "you're... you won't kill them, right?"

Cat scoffed. "Why does everyone always think that's the first thing I'll try to do?"

Kamala shrugged. "You're a little spooky. You know how people think cats are evil 'cause they have resting-bitch faces?"

Cat's brows knitted together. "I'm starting to understand how I sound to others."

Copycat appeared behind the guy seated at the desk and knocked him out, though she caught him before his head could hit the table. She carried him out of the chair and sat in his place, turning off every surveillance camera in the building.

"Hey!"

One of the guards at the door spotted her and Cat activated the stealth of her suit. The guard pulled out her weapon, but she fell unconscious with a dart sticking out of her neck. The man rushed over to help her and as he reached down, Cat tased him.

"Big guy heard something through his walkie," Kamala warned her.

"Can you repeat that, Walter?" Said a man's voice.

Cat picked up the walkie from the guard's belt and mimicked the unconscious guy. "Pressed it by mistake, belt's starting to get tight..."

Big man's reply came back with a chuckle. "Well, maybe if you didn't eat all those burritos..."

"Yeah, yeah, going to the king's throne. I'm leaving..." Cat glanced at the woman's tag. "Magda here, and Jim at the desk."

"Copy that, Walter. Magda?"

Cat grabbed the woman's walkie and imitated her voice. "Copy."

Then she teleported, grabbed Jim's walkie, and used his voice. "Copy that, Walter."

She grabbed Walter, carried him to the nearest bathroom, and locked him inside a stall with his walkie on the belt. She left Magda and Jim sleeping under the front desk, and she spoke to Kamala.

"How's it looking?"

"The guy talked to the others for a minute but it seems they didn't notice you, maybe you won't have to take them down at all."

"He wasn't talking to them."

"What? And how— wait, never mind..."

"Now, the soundproof room..."

Cat discovered the door was (unsurprisingly) kept closed and the only way to open it was with a code. Luckily for them, Cat had access to the memories of three different guards. It took her a few seconds but she finally stumbled upon a memory from Jim, with her eyes closed she mimicked the movements he did on the keyboard, and the door beeped.

"Man, I really like me sometimes," she smiled.

"You're in the soundproof room?" Kamala sounded a little chopped. The room's walls seemed really tough to get through.

"Oh, shit..." Cat stopped and stared, all around her were different types of tech: alien, human, and even Wakandan weaponry. Things she'd never seen before.

"These guys have a whole collection here!"

"Copy— get our stuff—"

"How am I supposed to find our stuff in all this?" She muttered in annoyance.

"Try calling Edith like you'd do with Alexa?"

Cat snorted. "She's not that kind of A.I.— only Spider-man's voice can activate her."

"Your A.I. can't track her?"

"Edith's been out of reach for years."

"I can activate Bruno's watch—"

"Wait, wait! I think I understand..." Cat examined an aisle. "Anyone could, really, I just got overwhelmed... this goes by year right to left... and at the top we have alien tech— the middle is human, and the bottom..."

"So our stuff must be at the end and in the middle, right?"

Cat walked forward, but something stopped her. Out of the corner of her eyes, she spotted a familiar teal glint, something she hadn't seen in years:

Her old blaster was buried under a couple of alien guns she considered far below in quality compared to hers. Cat picked up her weapon with adoration, and without thinking twice, she put it inside her satchel. Or tried to. It was too big to fit.

"My baby," she sighed. "Don't worry, mama will fix ya."

Cat teleported back to the tree and Kamala almost fell off. The hero caught her by the back of her neck.

"Did you get it?" The girl coughed.

She handed her the Stark watch. "Let's get out of here."

They were on the girl's rooftop, Cat had taken off her mask and pulled off her hood and goggles. Kamala had taken off her mask as well.

"Why do you think they tried to set you up?"

Kamala got uncomfortable again. "There's something I didn't tell you before. There was this lady that used to work in Damage Control... she didn't like me, and she went too far and followed me and attacked my friends... so this guy, Cleary—"

"I know him."

"Well, he fired her," Kamala tilted her head. "That's why it's so weird that she was there the other night."

"She was there when you lost the watch?"

"She was in a car, almost ran over me but I jumped and lifted myself like ten feet higher," Kamala shifted in her place uneasily. "I didn't tell my family about this, I didn't want to scare them... but think she was trying... "

"Trying to take you," Cat's eyes got darker.

"I know it sounds absurd, but you know what I mean, right?"

"I know exactly what you mean," she faced her. "Is there a way they might know you're a mutant?"

"I don't think so..."

"Does Fury knows you're a mutant?"

"I wouldn't be surprised if he did."

Cat shook her head. "Listen, kid, some bad people have moved on from trying to become super, and decided to just seize us instead—"

"They what? Are you sure?" Kamala's face grew worried.

"If you ever feel like you're being followed, I want you to call me, okay? I'm no mentor, but I help you out," Cat asked for the girl's phone and put her number in it.

"D'you think they'll try to get me again?"

"That woman you mentioned, you remember her name?"

"Agent Deever."

Cat stood, helping the teen as well. "You did a good job tonight, kid. Keep it up."

"Promise to call me if you ever make the Young Avengers an actual thing?"

She frowned. "Avengers are no fun most of the time, and most people will think you're as bad as the bad guys... sometimes you'll believe that as well. Are you sure you want to be a part of it?"

Kamala was unbothered. "Dad says that good isn't something you are, is what you do. I'll always do my best."

Cat looked at the girl feeling like she'd always known that, but for some reason, she'd forgotten it at some point.

"You're really something, chipmunk."

"In a good way?"

"In the same way I'm something," Cat teased her.

Kamala grinned. "Thank you for helping me. You're cool."

"Mutants stick together, Miss Marvel, don't forget it," she offered her fist and the girl was happy to bump it with her own. "See you later."

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Stellantis offers buyouts to roughly half of U.S. salaried workers

Stellantis still runs several automobile companies and it is Chrysler Dodge and Jeep and the other is they do not control anymore they broke free because Trump's an a****** and this company is falling apart because he's not doing a damn thing but ruining it and we're taking over because of that fact it's going to be our company shortly and we do not want to hear from him ever he is a living piece of crap and he's still stuck near our son we're getting teams together now which is great and we are going to take that piece of s*** out he is well known for being annoying what he's doing around here is massively annoying and I would have hit for each and every time he does it and I want people to tell him what it's for. If his doors open in the apartment I want someone to go and open the doors to his houses and leave them open you can open them any way you want the sun says he's like to use a sawzall because people got really mad about that and you can blame anyone and all sudden people started saying this that's a good idea and John remillard will think that he can use one and he'll get beat up. so he's ruining this company and he's a moron and he is helping us this movie is going to help the higher ups than he is eliminating will be let go and then he's going to fire the ones that work for him that are not his race then he's going to fire the ones that worked for all of those other races of White collar people and they're going to come back and they're going to fight him so are people orchestrated this in order to take over because he's ruining the company and he was stopping them from doing a lot of stuff recently there's too many in the factories and they need to get them out so this is how we're going to help each other is by doing activity and progress and we will have projects that is underway like construction and he's been demanding it we see the result and we've got to start doing construction projects each of our leaders I'm asking you to Captain the projects you want to put forward and he wants to put patchwork and New Vegas and infrastructure the major projects in the cities and things we're going to have to hold off on but he wants to push those and housing is a priority it's really housing is number one and the guys get it so they're going to start working on it they have a lot of housing projects that they wanted to push forward and I agree that should be first priority and so today they're moving on it now. This company is going to break apart and we're going to be there to take it over and it will be ours Lock stock and barrel shortly and the suppliers and the ingot and everything will be ours and the mines and his bum is going to be a bum and he doesn't even notice okay this guy doesn't notice that he's when is a bum using moron

Thor Freya

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[allycat75]

Bravo, as always! And if I may add...

We talk a lot about a celebrity's "brand" and I know when asked about this in the past, sweet puppy dog, eye-fucking Chris turned into sphincter clenching Pissy Chrissy in less than .02 seconds. But the problem right now is he has no brand- he is trying to hold onto his Captain political avenger good guy dog dad image, while fake married to a racist, antisemtic, fatshaming, arrogant, lazy, childish insipid clout chaser. And he is miserable. And it shows- in his body, affect, acting ability, socializing, interviews... He is uncomfortable! And he has no fanbase to support him in his new endeavors- partially because the projects suck and are transparently insincere, but also, as anyone with covert narcissistic tendencies will do, he (or his team on his behalf) has blamed the fans for the backlash and not on the complete lack of chemistry between the two "actors" and the obvious, over-the-top lies being fed to us. It is this gaslighting that has sent most of his fans running, with no back up fanbase established. The kids he is pandering to for his useless poisonous snake political website know they can run circles around him and thus have no interest in this fool and the general public either doesn't give a fuck about another aging generic white boy who is so emotionally backed up he can't give a decent performance to save his life (I know he has it in him- I have seen it before), or they do know who is because they are repulsed by the age difference and even larger disparity visually between him and the little wifey (because she still looks like a teenager and he has aged about 10 tears since this began).

And I don't want to hear "the industry makes you do things you don't want to do". Fuck that! He had a choice. He could have chosen not to do this and faced the consequences. And I know that CAA is the big bad wolf and those consequences would have been great. But to not think ahead and consider some of the death by 1000 cuts is just downright careless.

So what do do? I have no fucking clue. It looks like CAA has their hand so far up his ass they can clean the lettuce in his teeth. But what I would recommend is that he makes it right as soon as he is able. And that starts with figuring out who the fuck he really is. He has been a "brand" for over 20 years, defined by other people. He needs to take time away, go within (no goddamn shushing- the "guru" who told him that just wanted him to shut up) and find his authentic self. He needs to earn back trust with the public- he may not earn back all his old fans, but some may show up. And it may finally set him apart from the pack. I understand this is like the thing with John Cusack (who is an asshole, by the way) and would create a whole Streisand effect situation, but I see this as the only path for him (like Dr. Strange holding up his index finger to Tony Stark in Endgame- this is the one successful timeline). Not only for his career, but for his life. And he can do his part to end an emotionally abusive practice for the public and participants that was made illegal for the studios years ago; an Agency should be no different.

Thanks, @justenjoythegossip for letting me tag on. Didn't think it would be this long, but you gave me a lot to think about. 👏👏👏

A LOT OF CHRIS’ RECENT PR ISSUES ACTUALLY FALLS ON HIM…

I won’t go as far as some plants from Team Middle/Real who have defended the unfamous talent agency as CAA has proved to be as shady as it gets and that’s putting it mildly but a lot of Chris’ current issues PR wise can be attributed to his own doing and likely input. And I am not even talking about the fact that Chris has signed off on all of this PR rebranding and the tactics used to achieve it since he is the client and actually pays for their expertise and services.

The cringe and alienating content they shoved down our throats…

Some people have drawn the parallel between Chris and Alba’s shitshow with Seb’s former shitshow with Ale, and rightfully so. As clearly, CAA’s stamp is all over some of the content they shoved down our throats. Here are a few examples of pictures that show all the similarities.

However I would argue that the scare videos were very probably Chris and Scott’s idea. And it sure was a good idea originally. During Covid, so many celebrities were desperate to stay in the public eye and their scare videos were a cute way to get some good attention as this banter between two siblings living together during hard times was quite entertaining. At least it was for a while until it felt quite forced. It is still puzzling to me that anyone (Chris?) thought it would be a good idea to have him do the same thing with Alba. As if the dynamic between 2 romantic partners resembled the dynamic existing between two siblings? How didn’t anyone say that the optics of an immature middle aged man play silly games with his teenage looking girlfriend were not only atrocious but humiliating for both participants? And the general public deserved a lot better than this horrifying & badly acted spectacle that turned a lot of people against them right from the start.

The duplicity of playing the victim card to feed the discourse/save face with his fans

I have already talked about this aspect profusely in several posts including these:

Chris has been more than complicit in the little games that has been played at the expense of his fans. He might genuinely dislike her or be depressed but obviously he is an actor and he CAN act. And he did manage to do a much better job at selling their relationship at the Vanity Fair party for their debut when he wanted to for example. So of course, it’s safe to assume he has not only tried to feed the discourse but also tried to gain sympathy from his fans as he has looked purposefully miserable to the point where it was over the top. Do people remember the first pap pictures that were released when he was on the set of The Materialists? He looked so down, sour and miserable but it was short-lived as he then looked ridiculously happy and was smiling from ear to ear and laughing on the barrage of onset pictures we got afterwards. Ad nauseum I should add, which also shows how curated and manufactured it all was.

Side note: I believe that the backlash would not have been this extensive if Chris and Alba had both tried to sell the puppy love better but I suspect the relationship between them was always designed and meant to be controversial to give Chris some much needed edge. I might develop this aspect in another post. 

The crisis of the signing of the inert object and the disastrous PR response

The crisis that resulted from John Cusack posting the picture of Chris signing an inert object was poorly handled to say the least and I suspect it falls exclusively on Chris, for the sole reason that a PR firm would have never handled that crisis in the way that it was done. 

PR 101 tells us the steps you need to take when it comes to handling a PR crisis: acknowledge the issue, own it, apologize for it and then promise a better future. There was none of that here and I suspect it was because Chris didn’t want to apologize as he felt he had done nothing wrong. I won’t discuss his merits as it’s totally irrelevant but I will say that he should have kept quiet if he truly felt that way. 

Because in the PR world, lame-ass apologies are worse than no apology. When the wife of a senate candidate rebuffs antisemitic claims by saying that one of their attorneys is a Jew… well, how can I put it? Not helpful! Drew Barrymore’s crying video after crossing the picket line? Not helpful and deleted! Ashton and Mila Kunis’ apology after defending convicted rapist and scientologist Masterson? Not helpful! However she is about to make a comeback in Knives Out 3 because this is Hollywood and nobody cares if you are a monster or a monster apologist.

To go back to Chris, he should have kept quiet about this issue because he not only drew more attention to the controversy but he also put even more emphasis on what he didn’t apologize for: his silence after being so vocal politically speaking and the backlash he received for associating with Nazis. Not a smart move.

And I suspect CAA did their best to help him by creating a much needed distraction as they basically sacrificed the movie The Materialists for good PR for Chris and Dakota, by releasing an unheard and unseen amount of onset pictures. 

[alittlebirb]

Some scorching successes from the MCC 25 Green Geckos!

Magical mountain stealing the socket eyes for their own purposes, which Scar wholeheartedly blames on Joel

Their skins are perhaps some of the best that have ever debuted on MCC. The evening gowns complimenting the stormtroopers?? Incredible.

Tubbo orbiting around Scar like he's the center of the universe <3

Scar entering the vc by whispering haunted echoes of "green geckoes..."

Callum and Jojo pondering the potential of cats that could be unlocked should they have thumbs

"I just want you to know I've fashioned up a padded royal chair for you guys to carry me on." -Scar

Callum calling SOT and GR "statistically horrific" for them

Oli getting penalized in Joel's chat for calling the enemy team "idiots", but approving of Scar

Scar calling Tubbo "a little pirate, a little buccaneer-like!"

Scar's watch telling him that he was going to have "impaired reflexes" when he woke up that day

Callum calling the idea that 6 hours is a decent amount of sleep "the gamer in all of us speaking"

Scar talking about making his functional trash cans late at night and Joel getting immediately invested

Jojo giving an incredibly powerful pep speech under the light of fireworks, hyping everyone up and being an excellent team captain

Callum immediately beginning calling out the kits in BB, confusing Joel, which Callum responds to with: "Dude, I'm a nerd."

Jojo saying she's shaking, and Callum saying he's shaking too

"Cool, we can quake together." -Jojo

Jojo getting aces, taking names

Joel and Scar seeing Jimmy in the opposing team and immediately slandering his toy status to the rest of the team

Jojo and Callum having their minds messed with by the amount of MCC Island they've been playing

Scar sharing a fact about calming yourself and the chat skeptically asking if this was a "Scar fact" or a real fact

Jojo and Callum being horrified by the monstrosity at the bottom of the elevator

Callum understanding that the continuous dunking is a karmic punishment that's reached mythic status at this point

"I've yet to not have a good time with Scar!" -Callum

Everyone asking for another speech from Jojo before MD

The team winning the first round of MD!!! Masterfully played!

"I want a count of how many times I hotguy-ed somebody." -Scar

The dynamic between Jojo and the others being solidified through Callum complimenting her, Jojo saying she was nervous, and everyone reassuring her that it was not apparent at all

"I am not looking at the incoming destruction." -Jojo

Scar adding insult to injury by slandering the "fake socket duo" after Green wiped Pink

Scar getting frozen above lava, and saying "I'm going into to hot tub soon if anyone wants to join me."

Them once again winning, ending MD in first place with a 300 coin difference?? Absolute foreshadowing.

3/4 of them getting into the top 5 MD players, with Scar incredibly close behind

"You guys popped off, you guys are my heroes." -Jojo

Scar being notified that he was in the top 10, and immediately asking if they see Jellie? (They do!)

"They say S-Tier for Scar-Tier." -Scar

Callum tiredly explaining the weird dunk meme to the others

Everyone picking up saying "hawkeye!" when shooting during GR

The roller coaster of emotions that was the room breakdown of coins, and the agony of how they spent four and a half minutes in the tower room

Callum somehow moving up a place after that???

Scar doing the echoey Green Geckoes voice as a running bit after every game

Everyone making cat noises for a solid minute in imitation of their own pets

Callum and Joel engaging in a brief battle of wills with Jimmy before getting dunked

Joel explaining why he's spamming &lt;YOU ARE A TOY> to Tim in the chat, and Callum congratulating him on the great joke

Scar ONCE AGAIN killing Jack Manifold, this time in SG, and saying "Jack's been Scarified!" I don't know how Jack could ever come back from that.

"We should go for them. Wilbur has no pants." -Jojo over Scar's giggling

"Good for Wilbur." -Callum

Jojo getting in the top 5 players for SG! QUEEN!

"Jojo...I have something to admit. They weren't throwing potions at us. I was. I was like, the arm on those guys over there! But I was adjusting, it was a whole thing." -Scar, confessing with great shame

"The slushy fairy has been activated." -Scar during the break

Scar giving Tubbo an extra "because slushy gang", Scott an extra slushy, Pearl "because she's Pearl", and then just showering Grian with all the slushies in his inventory

Joel explaining he stopped using face cam "because my concentration is horrible"? Scar being the voice of the people and saying that he needs to show his face cam now.

Scar watching someone fall during AR and delightedly declare "we love to see the failure!"

"I was so excited and swinging my hand around that my watch asked if I was okay and whether it should call me emergency contacts." -Scar, after getting 25th

AR bringing them SKY HIGH and giving them a coin gap of 2k above second

Callum observing Pete's arc from 38th to 19th like the stats nerd he is

"Jojo, win all three rounds please." -Joel before HITW

Scar, watching Jojo and Callum play: "Look at our stormtroopers go, I'm so proud of them."

"For our princesses!" -Callum

Everyone yelling "ENERGY!" before TGTTOS in order to pump up the group

Callum beginning to sing Everything Is Awesome and Joel immediately shutting him down

"Can you hear that? It's the cries of Hbomb in the distance." -Scar after PKT was chosen

Callum seeing Purpled is hunting and gagging

"Purpled? More like Shmurpled." -Callum

"Wiggle those gecko-y legs!" -Scar

Scar accidentally calling Ponk "Pork" and everyone laughing their heads off

"Foolish just destroyed me. Foolish ruined my life." -Callum, shell shocked

Joel and Callum's unwavering faith in Jojo getting 1st individual, and the celebration when she does!

"This is more important than dodgebolt right now!" -Callum

Scar asking for DB advice and Joel telling him to "be random lol, rawr xd"

Oli's advice being "don't get hit, idiot"

Jojo continuously calling Sylvee her hero

Callum for some reason referencing the witch from hit Disney movie Brave???

Callum suggesting he do a recording of him saying "good job" that he can send to Jojo whenever it's needed

Scar calling Jojo "the true hawkeye"

Scar's watch once again asking if he fell off his chair during the victory celebrations

Jellie being immortalized as a pettable cat in the winner's hall

Scar and Joel calling themselves the Top Gun Duo

Green Geckoes finished MCC 25 in 1st place!

[yaomomvs]

TAKE OUR HAND

seijoh x manager!reader

in which aoba johsai vbc just wants you to take their hand, just as the many times they have reached for yours when they needed it

pls i’m sorry i just wrote this for comfort, in having a terrible week and so, i just really need my seijoh boys to comfort me even if it’s just in my head and just so you know, and as i’ve been trying to convince myself, things always get better

tuesday, [15:56 pm]

“nice kill yahaba senpai!” kindaichi congratulates his upperclassman.

his voice makes you react, it scared you. still holding your pen and the notebook you always carry around even on normal practice days, your hand threatens you in the most scary way possible.

fuck no, just... breathe.

you are quick to leave aside the notes, and so, you look around to the boys, who just after the coach’s whistle sounds they are quick to approach your spot.

you take the water bottles as quickly as you can.

“oh y/n-san, i know we are irresistible but you can’t just slack off admiring us!” makki teases you laughing.

“if our dear manager is admiring someone is obviously me” oikawa says, before taking a sip of his bottle, slightly making you blush even more.

“i don’t think she likes idiots who still watch youtube conspiracy videos at 3am”

“iwa!”

“weren’t you the one with a secret obsession for romance manga, iwaizumi?” it’s mattsun time to expose his friend. iwai mi doesn’t hesitate and he runs directly to matsukawa, while kunimi brings out his phone to start recording the chaos in the gym.

you don’t listen.

your head hurts, and then, you once again feel this weird thing in you stomach. you have been feeling like this for the past week, and you try to ignore it . but sometimes, you just want the world to stop.

you can’-

“y/n senpai?” watari calls your name, and you notice his furrowed brows looking at you, worried. you blink and correct your posture. you had just zooned out. “is everything ok?”

“ah yes watari kun!” you force your self to sound relaxed because you feel the sudden gaze of the entire team “i was just thinking in a smart way to insult oikawa, but i’m worried he won’t understand tho”

“hey! you said i was your favorite”

you fake laugh once again assuring everyone that you were just fine. the day goes on, and somehow is becomes more difficult to just stay down not worrying about anything.

and they notice.

you don’t walk home with the guys today. instead you run to the bus not before excusing yourself with an ‘urgent family thing’

“just please don’t let makki eat so much ramen today!” you giggle as you run to the bus “i’m not in the mood to dealing with diarrea!”

“that was a secret between us darling!” the pink haired guy screams cheeks blushing.

and maybe you were just too distracted, but before you face them away some of them notice how quick your smile fades.

“you know guys” yahaba is quick to say “call me crazy but, why did she lie?”

—

wednesday, [10:22 am]

when was the last time you actually enjoyed school? not practice, but school itself. seeing numbers everyday in the board that you don’t understand is frustrating. your throat hurts, there’s has been a not there since the begging of the day.

swallow it, y/n, dammit

you decided to take this class, don’t blame the world, blame yourself. isn’t it supposed to be simple? why isn’t it being simple? is that... 

"Square root of 57 is equal to Xo, miss" 

"alright!" 

it is not like it’s a race, you want to say. why was the teacher obsessed with speed?, it’s unfair. your time is not the same as that of others. 

you drop the pencil and you recline in your chair, why couldn’t you do operations and analysis as fast as they could? you take a look around and the eyes of others look frightening. you see ambition, you see security, you see admiration.

the bell rings and you just want to run, and well in a way you end up doing it. leaving your homeroom, you tell your friends that for today you want to be alone, the halls of aoba johsai are big, for your fortune or misfortune. you go to the vending machine and when your drink falls, the minimum noise makes you startle, lately it’s like that, small noises or actions affect you way too much.

and iwaizumi notices it.

you don’t make a single move, it’s just the cold drink resting on your hands. and before iwaizumi could stop mattsun, he was already putting his hand on your shoulder.

“y/n!”

the orange juice spills and once again fear takes hold of you.

you see them both, you’re not stupid and you know hajime stares at you weirdly, and now mattsun, you hide your fear it a bit worse than yesterday, but you do anyways.

"someday, Matsukawa-san, YOU’RE GOING TO KILL ME! and what will you do without me?" you try to say cheerful, wanting to take away the suspicion, for a moment it works.

"flunk history, that leads me to..." 

"no, sweeheart, i won’t give you my homework" 

you walk and both guys follow you, one faster than another, very naive of the situation. "I begin to believe you hate me," says Mattsun, as the three sit on a bench near the school cafeteria casually encountering kunimi who quickly joins you, patting the folds of your skirt as you sit down, you rest on the table and admire his needy expression and as the tantrum of mattsun grows.

minutes go by, your chest pain grows, but somehow you know how to let it go.

 with your hands supporting your face, lunch passes between you and kunimi, you try to talk, you really try. 

but still, your eyes just glow, and kunimi notices how it’s not the glow you always have.

—

thursday [12:03]

your head is spinning, you can feel the cold sweat. will this be the time? why do you feel so small? why can’t you say it?

it’s familiar, you recognize this feeling, an ocean, you’re floating, you know you can swim, but, you’re in the middle of nowhere, you look down. Out of nowhere the intimidating depth of the ocean is beneath you. And then, you sink. You feel like you’re drowning, you feel like you’re fighting the tide, but you just can’t do it.

i just need...

no, it’s not time yet, it’s still training. the boys... you’re the one who should take care of them, you’re the one who has to be be fine. they had no time to lose, they had a goal and for the moment that was the most important thing.

On that bench, your gaze is absent, you know it is so.

and through the window that overlooks your classroom, oikawa notices it too

“y/n...” he mumbled.

of course he’d noticed. at first it was not so clear, but now he remembers.

when kindaichi pinned your dark circles to him, while admiring you by fitting volleyballs in a way not of your own.

makki watches oikawa from your side, you don’t even know the pink-haired guy is there, unaware that he’s sitting next to you. but he notices. he’s been noticing for days that your eyes are threatening to close in the middle of class.

hanamaki catches your attention and instantly that mask you’ve been wearing for weeks appears again.

"hanamaki, i’m fine"

it doesn’t convince them. they both look out the window and nod.

oikawa notices, and god, he wished he had no reason to.

—

friday [14:00 pm]

breathe.

please just... breathe.

you’re fed up. the feeling of guilt and discomfort is still there, can’t you be calm? people don’t need to know, but why do you want to shout it?

the dressing room is alone, the girls from the soccer team are out and it’s your only chance.

the team needs you, hold on a little.

your footsteps are heard in the hallway once again, a symphony you’re tired of listening to.

your chest hurts, your heart is aching, but you just need a little more. hands are shaking, the cold in your body, you need to stop.

you have to make them stop.

but when you walk into the gym, even with your eyes down, all you feel is warm. and it’s because, the boys were standing, aligned begging for you.

no, they beg for your sake.

and everything stops.

one hand from him on your neck, and one hand around your shoulders.

because oikawa, without warning, now has you in his arms.

and then, only then, you break.

tears don’t take long to come out, along with desperate sobs. your legs fail and out of nowhere, you and oikawa are on your knees.

with an alarmed look, the whole club runs towards both, surrounding you as sensibly as possible.

"i’m sorry, i’m sorry I’M SORRY" is heard from you, between hiccups.

“love, listen...” iwaizumi approaches you,somehow he managed to catch up with you, somehow he managed to hold your hand.

"i promise i didn’t want to, but i can’t, i can’t anymore, why can’t i? i try and i try and i keep trying but it’s never enough! IM TIRED OF SEEING SOMETHING AND NOT BEING ABLE TO PROCESS IT LIKE THE OTHERS. I’M TIREDD OF NEVER FULFILLING WHAT I SHOULD”

yahaba’s heart aches, and just as most of the team, is shocked.

your hands, oh your adorable hands, those hands that bandage his in the middle of an important game, he sees them shaking horribly between iwaizumi’s.

“AND I’M SCARED, WHAT IF I LOSE YOU BECAUSE OF THAT BECAUSE OF ME? BECAUSE OF HOW I AM I-“

watari is quick to place your hair gently behind your ear, a kunimi covers you with his jacket.

“I LOOK IN THE MIRROR AND I DONT RECOGNIZE MYSELF” you lower your voice, its cracked now “oikawa I don’t recognize myself, I want to be me again" you whisper, and a knot appears in the captain’s throat, and he puts a hand on your cheek "please... just let me be me again" your throat burns, your eyes get redder.

the gym goes silent, your words still echoing in everyone’s head.

“why didn’t you-“

“i just couldn’t” you blame yourself cutting oikawa off “look at us! we are waisting time on me when we should be- i’m the one who has to- im you support not-“

“hey hey, love...” iwaizumi whispers his voice is filled with sweetness, letting you sit correctly and softly rubbing his thumb in your hands “how many times have you been there for us? y/n your hand is always there”

“that’s true” kyotani says, finally saying something, emotions overwhelmed him a lot, but he genuinely wanted to help you.

“there’s something about you, there’s light” kindaichi follows up.

“no matter where, or how bad we are, somehow you always are helping us stand up” mattsun also tries to carefully approach you, he wants nothing more for you to feel safe.

and oikawa’s arms were still around you. he never stopped.

“we have reached your hand so many times, so now it’s time for you to please take ours” oikawa holds you face, and you see the sincerity and kindness behind his brown eyes, it feels like home.

mattsun does a sign asking the coach for a day off, both of them smile tenderly at you and give the green flag. iwa and makki are next to hold you carefully helping you stand up. they help you stop shaking but it’s mad dog the one who wipes your tears away with a tissue watari handled him. still not knowing if he did it the right way. you still feel kunimi’s scent. you still see kindaichi holding your school bag making sure nothing is missing. yahaba is the one bringing you water. and oikawa still refuses to let you go.

all of them feel like home.

“thank you”

and that’s how you know everything is going to feel fine.

because this club was yours and you were theirs.

this was home.

[dsntwrk]

here are my marked favs (alphabetized, didn't know how to organize them): ranges from silly to cute to smutty and just plain sad

also warning, i do believe all of these are strictly steve pov except 2 if that bothers you

And I walk these streets, a loaded six-string on my back by lagardère (laurore), MissAntlers

word count: 72,544

That’s the thing about dying in some fucked up, monster-riddled underworld: you don’t get a burial. You only get a friend so wrecked with grief he fails to notice you’re not quite dead. Eddie returns (kind of), acquires a cursed guitar, flirts with a boy, and has to deal with the consequences. (Meanwhile Steve is doing his best.)

Exactly What It Looks Like by BilbosMom

word count: 31,517

Steve makes a face at Eddie. “You've imagined doing stuff with a guy?” “Yeah, man,” Eddie replies, spreading his hands wide. “Doesn't everyone?” Steve tilts his head to the side as he thinks. Maybe not very often, but his freshman year when Davey Riggs had been swim team captain? Yeah, he had definitely imagined some stuff that had made trips to the locker room kinda awkward. “Yeah, that's true,” Steve answers, nodding. “I wonder why everybody acts like it's so gross, though.” In the summer of 1986, Steve and Eddie have some perfectly normal fun between a couple of perfectly normal dudes.

Grief & Denim (Are The Only Things Left of You) by EpitomeOfYikes

word count: 25,648

Nancy sighs, "... Steve. You can't do this to yourself, to everyone. We're worried about you. What do you even think you're gonna find? Because you aren't going to find Eddie!" They always say that silence like this is supposed to be deafening, Steve has never understood what that meant. Fireworks are deafening, concerts are deafening, screams at the sight of flower petal faced monsters are deafening. Silences like this are not deafening. Silences like this have always been just that for him - silent. Nauseatingly, dizzyingly, perfectly silent. Silent like a large, empty house. OR Steve is having a hard time moving on after Eddie's death. Much harder than he should be considering he only knew the guy for all of four or five days.

How Will I Know by andwhatyousaid

word count: 72,749

Following the saga of Vecna in the summer of ‘86, Eddie gets sentenced to community service, a fact Steve struggles to reconcile. “It’s just the way it is, Steve,” Eddie says at last. “They need someone to blame, to bite the bullet. It was always gonna be me. I’m the town pariah.” And then he scoffs, sardonic. “The town devil, more like. Satan himself.” He spreads his arms wide and bares his teeth as if prepared to give everyone a run for their money, something to truly be afraid of. Steve throws his cigarette down in the dirt to crush under the heel of his shiny shoe, suddenly sick from it, and tries to swallow past the knot in his throat, but it won’t go down. If only they knew: there are things far more frightening than Eddie Munson.

Inevitable, Invaluable by NoTangentUnturned

word count: 53,351

There are worse ways to discover you have a soulmate, probably. Steve can’t think of any, but there are. OR The “soulmates share pain” AU where the bond kicks into action and the only thing Steve can think is: that’s what bats feel like. And he knows exactly what that means.

Landslide by fullofbeansandspunk (smilesawakeyou)

word count: 85,326

“What are you doing?” Steve asks, sounding parched and shaky. Eddie frowns. “I… shut the door? Like you requested?” Steve frowns back. “Yeah, I meant for you to be, like, on the other side of it,” he explains. When Eddie just looks confused, he adds, “Why are you here?” Eddie cocks his head, almost hitting the toilet in the process. “Well, I found you sitting here in the dark on the bathroom floor, Harrington,” Eddie explains patiently. “I was, you know, mildly concerned but I can leave if you want me to.” It’s like that “oh my god they were roommates” vine except with mental illness and the excruciating catharsis of being known.

mister funny, mister cool by figthefruitfaeth

word count: 28,254

He swallows. Sweat trickles along his spine. He knows what he was thinking, what he’s still thinking. The itch of being talked about still irritates him. But—but that’s also not new. He used to be King of Hawkins High—people talked about him all the way up that track and all the way down and with a lot less kindness in their hearts. Even with them, it shouldn’t weigh this heavy because if they want to think he’s crazy that’s fine. Right? It should be fine, because Steve knows who he is. The guy with stupid jokes and free rides. The guy who comes back, who keeps them safe, who’s fine. Steve should be able to shrug this off. God, he’s so stupid. Mister Funny, Mister Cool is always fine. or Steve Harrington's terrible, horrible, no good, very bad emotional breakdown.

no reason by theopteryx

word count: 31,360

The kiss is brief, only a second or two, not even long enough for Steve to really register what's happening before Eddie pulls away. Steve’s frozen in place, his arms still wrapped around Eddie. Steve blinks down at him. "What?" he says stupidly. What? Eddie closes his eyes, a weak smile on his lips. "Something to remember me by." "You're not dying," Steve says. It feels like his mouth isn't attached to his brain anymore; the inside of his head is a dial tone. "Of course I am," Eddie says, eyes still closed. "I'm dying right now." "You're not, though." His voice keeps getting higher, for some reason. "You're not going to die here." "Spare me the pity, Harrington, I know—" "You're literally not dying right now." His whole body is hot. Is he sweating? "You lost some blood but they didn't get deep enough—I looked—you're going to be fine." There's a pause. "I'm going to be fine?" Eddie asks, voice also going high and thin. "You're—sure?" "Yes." "Fascinating. Great. Are you—could you do me a favor, then, and maybe just—leave me here anyway?" "What?" Steve says. The dial tone gets louder. "No. Why?" "No reason," Eddie says, voice tight.

not all those who wander (series) by spacenarwhal

word count: 70,830

If Steve’s being completely honest with himself, it was probably only ever a matter of time before he lost his mind. He’s certainly taken enough hits to the head to justify it happening. Still, Steve didn’t imagine going crazy would go quite like this, standing on the heat-parched yellow grass outside Max’s trailer, looking at a ghost. [Or: The, alleged, haunting of Steve Harrington.]

Not The Stupidest by NoTangentUnturned

word count: 15,216

“Wow, Henderson,” Eddie quips, clearly trying not to laugh. “You invite yourself into Steve’s home and slut-shame him in his own bedroom?” OR Dustin breaks into Steve’s house and walks in on him and Eddie. The important thing to remember here is that it is absolutely not Dustin’s fault.

One Size Fits All by entanglednow

word count: 65,050

Steve just wanted to do something nice for a friend, he doesn't mean to get Eddie's ring stuck on his finger, and it's definitely not his fault that everyone he knows is jumping to conclusions.

Stardust by entanglednow

word count: 59,498

Steve is starting to feel like his life is just one disaster after another. He didn't mean to make friends with Eddie Munson along the way, but for some reason he's always there, and if anyone knows how to get up again after being knocked down then it's him.

The Five Noels by atmilliways

word count: 21,265

What Steve saw, as he alternated holding the caroling book in one gloved hand and shoving the other into his armpit for warmth, was yet another drooping trailer with one sad string of lights dangling from nails jammed into gaps in the rusty siding. If it weren’t for Nancy dragging him here with a joint group of high schoolers and middle schoolers, he’d be at home seeing a cheerfully roaring fire instead. Set in the Christmases (and one Christmas in July) after each season, 1983 through 1986.

to be cut adrift by cydonic

word count: 56,907

It starts as a routine. Steve drives past all their houses, just to make sure they're home. And then it's not so easy to sleep any more without checking and rechecking. Eddie catches him out. (a story about healing in small parts with someone who understands, about the give and take, the sharing and the listening - and maybe falling a little bit in love along the way)

Where do we go from here? (quietly fading away) by allandmore

word count: 60,117

"What’s scarier than saving the world? Figuring out what to do afterwards. I get it,” Eddie turns on his side, one shoulder on the wall, and grips the front of Steve’s shirt. His face is so close Steve can feel the warmth of his breath. “But we’ve got time now. Right, Steve? We bought us all time. Time to figure all our shit out. Isn’t that what matters?” OR Steve Harrington struggles to find purpose after the Upside Down. (But maybe purpose doesn't have to be big. Maybe it's helping Dustin navigate Sophomore year. Maybe it's reminding Robin to send in college admission letters. Maybe it's Eddie Munson. Maybe).

you looking at me, looking at you by emryses

word count: 67,436

Steve and Eddie sleep together. Then it keeps happening. Things begin to spiral from there.

help me i've gotten so deep into the steddie rabbit hole i haven't gotten this stuck on something since destiel

this really isn't good for my health

THESE ARE THE FICS THAT I SUBSCRIBED TO / LIKED READING (I'VE BASICALLY READ 1/5 WORTH OF STEDDIE FICS COMPARED TO DESTIEL FICS - I GOT INTO DESTIEL 4 YRS AGO, I ONLY STARTED READING STEDDIE FICS SOME TIME LAST MONTH WTF)

tbf, i have taken breaks from destiel to read other fandoms/fics so, ig the timing works out? if you think about it?