#I keep forgetting that you guys weren’t alive yet

[bloodymary83]

Listen up everyone who wasn’t alive in the 90’s

Gather Round Gen Z your Xennial big sister is going to tell you a story.

There’s a reason why Gambit is dressed like this

And that’s because of Axl Rose. See the necklace, the hair, and Axl also often sported a cut off crop top. Guns and Roses were HUGE in the late 80’s early 90’s and Gambit was introduced in The Uncanny X-Men #266 (Aug. 1990), When this Man was considered the sexiest man alive. Now go my children go and inform the world!!!

[going-to-ikea-for-the-fries]

It's a Match! || 141 x reader

[ Chapter 1 ] || [ Chapter 3 ]

Pairing: Soap x Reader || 141 x gn!Reader Words: 1K~ cw: a bit of dirty talking/innuendos Summary: While overcoming recent heartbreak, you decide to join Tinder in search of a rebound. Your friends advise to just Swipe Right indiscriminately... What happens when 4 soldiers from the same squad match with you?

Chapter 2: Johnny

“Oh, hello…” You remarked to yourself as your eyes locked into a stunning pair of blue eyes on your screen, stopping your mindless right-swipping. “...Johnny.”

“You’re 29… A soldier… Scottish… Are you friends with Kyle?” You mused playfully. “Let me guess, you’re a gym bro, aren’t you?” You asked sarcastically as you tapped your finger on the right side, skipping through his pictures. The first one immediately after was him lifting while wearing a weightlifting belt. “Yup… Mandatory gym pic.”

Chuckling to yourself, you snap a screenshot of his profile to the girls as well, sending it quick.

leah: @/mia Whatever good energy you sent its working. second hot guy in the last 5 minutes! mia: i lit a CANDLE for this!!!!! leah: there weren’t any handsome guys like this when i was on tinder?! 😫 UNFAIR. 🙄 you: blow it out then cause this is the 3rd actually. leah: 3rd??? Where’s number 2??? you: didn’t think to snap a screenshot. hasn’t matched me back yet. mia: has he posted a shirtless pic? you: kyle did and this one idk but probably. need to check. leah: Don’t forget to send it over.🥴

Shaking your head and laughing in amusement, you went back to Tinder, checking on ‘Johnny’. The mandatory gym pic was there… a couple of them in fact! And then the mandatory shirtless selfie. Or rather… The mandatory shirtless SELFIES. Plural.

Three of them… The first one was him just straight up wearing just a towel… And the next was him in a kilt… And the next was him with a button-up very much so unbuttoned. 

“Oh, my, Johnny-John-John… You sure know how to woo a bird…” You joked to yourself.

You dragged your finger down to check his bio and immediately frowned. “Of course…” You trailed off with a disappointed frown as you snuck another spring roll into your mouth.

He might be stupidly attractive, but his personality… Gosh, he doesn’t know how to sell himself. Boring, boring, boring. “I work out and like video games!” You quipped mockingly and scoffed a bit.

���Artist.” You remarked when you reached the last of his profile’s tags, spotting that word in the hobby section. “An artist? You?” You asked your phone screen as if Johnny would come alive in it and answer you. 

You’d admit, him calling himself an artist was intriguing enough, but normally that wouldn’t be enough to make you Swipe Right on him… But you’re not under normal circumstances. You promised your friends you’d Swipe Right on everyone so…

Your phone almost dropped out of your hand as soon as the ‘It’s a Match’ screen showed. “Of course… He’s probably swiping right on everyone as well…” Rolling your eyes, you go to click off the screen but accidentally enter DMs.

Johnny: ye have any scottish in you? you: not that i know of. Johnny: would ye like to? 🫦 Johnny: wait. wdym not that ye know of??? Johnny: i was trying to be filthy and now got me curious bonnie

“Fuckin’ hell…” You said as you set down your phone and covered your face before breaking into a fit of giggles.

The fact you had accidentally ruined his pick-up line and succeeded in stumping him got you very, very amused. Okay, maybe, just maybe, he wasn’t as boring as you thought.

you: story for another time. you: i walked right into that one tho. good job. Johnny: no ye cant do that Johnny: gotta tell me all about it now you: i mean werent scottish people everywhere in the uk at one point? you: i might be 1/370232103484320th scottish. Johnny: would ye like some MORE scottish in ye then? 🫦 you: solid attempt again. you: if you keep trying you might just get there. Johnny: i intend to dont worry you: soooo… Johnny: so? you: were you wearing underwear under the kilt? Johnny: no Johnny: why want a peek? 😏 you: i’m good you: so ur an artist? Johnny: i am Johnny: ur fast at typing fuck you: what kind? you: keep up then! Johnny: drawing Johnny: im trying 🥴 you: can i see some? Johnny: hanging with my mates difficult to text fast 😤 Johnny: idk if ull be in the mood to see anything after im done with ye you: why? 🤨 Johnny: might be too tired and need to be cuddled to sleep 😏 you: oh fuck off. Johnny: u just cursed me out Johnny: i think m in love 😫 Johnny: gonna tell my mates i just met my spouse 🥴🥴 you: don’t give them any ideas. you: haven’t even agreed to meet up with you. you: haven’t been invited in the first place. Johnny: meet up with me 🙏 Johnny: meet up with me 🙏 Johnny: meet up with me 🙏 Johnny: meet up with me 🙏 Johnny: meet up with me 🙏

Your eyes widened at his enthusiasm and persistence. Okay, he was definitely not boring… It was actually kind of endearing and funny!

you: jc r u copypasting that? Johnny: yes Johnny: are ye going to or not you: can i get back to you on that? Johnny: ill wait for ye you: sure you do that johnny Johnny: ow the sarcasm burns

Concealing a chuckle, you clicked off the DMs page for the second time tonight… but, this time, you closed the app and focused on eating dinner.

Sure, this whole dating app thing was stupid, but at least you were enjoying yourself. 

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[antiquarianfics]

Accidental pt. 2

What happens when you accidentally kidnap the exact man you were looking for?

pairing: mob!bucky x reader

warning(s): canon level violence, kidnapping, profanity

a/n: the comments on the last pt. were so affirming, omg. thanks, guys. anyway, here's a second part. ig the same idea stands: if this does well, maybe i'll do a pt. 3?

part 1

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"You're looking for a man by the name of Barnes, James Barnes. He's the owner of the bar you took me from, and he's the head of the Barnes Family. He'll have the answers you're looking for."

"Where can I find him?"

The man grins, a dashing smile.

“I’m right here, Doll.”

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Somehow, against your instincts, you manage not to take a step back. You keep your feet planted in front of the man, eye twitching a little, jaw clenching.

“You’re James Barnes?” You say, voice devoid of any real emotion.

“Disappointed? Looking for someone less handsome?” He shoots you a cheeky grin.

You scoff. “More like I wasn’t expecting to kidnap a mob boss.”

James laughs, a genuine laugh. “No, I bet you weren’t. However, I do have to say, I’m impressed. Not just anyone can take me by surprise.”

“How long?” You ask, ignoring his praise.

“What?” He raises an eyebrow.

“How long until your men come looking for you? I expected more time, but with you being in charge…” You trail off.

“Ah, yes.” He glances down at the very expensive watch on his wrist. “Well, if it’s 11 now, I’d say… ah. 7 hours before anyone notices.”

You raise an eyebrow. “That long? Really? Are you sure you’re important?”

He grins at you, a dashing grin. You shake your head slightly. You shouldn’t be thinking about his smile right now--you shouldn't be teasing him.

“Very. But my people know not to bother me at night. What I do on my own time is my business. You’re in the clear as long as I show up on time to my meeting. If I’m not there... Well, then people begin to worry.”

You let out an involuntary laugh. “In the clear? You're telling me I’m going to get away with kidnapping you? Actually, don't answer that. You're baiting me, and distracting me. I need answers. Back to my sister. Where is she?"

"I was wondering if you'd forgotten about that."

"Answer the question," you say, stepping forward and putting your knife back up against his throat. It seems to do the trick.

James' face grows serious, as if the man in front of you was no longer playing around with you and had switched into his regular business persona.

"She's alive."

You let out a relieved breath. Alive is something. Alive is good.

"Where are you keeping her?"

"Well, doll, I can't just tell you that."

"Sure you can," you say, repeating your words from earlier.

He smirks, "Why don't you just take the knife away from my throat first? I'm precious goods."

You roll your eyes at him, but you pull the knife away. You hold the knife up to him as if to say I will pull this out again and set it down on the table a few feet away, and as you turn around, you pull a chair from the same table up to James, placing it right in front of him. You sit, an expectant look upon your face.

"Look, doll, why don't you just go ahead and untie me now that you've put that knife away, and we can have a friendly talk about this?" He asks.

You scoff, yet again. This man, you think, is insufferable.

"Try again, pretty boy."

"So you think I'm pretty?" He smirks.

"I think you're annoying, and I think you know where my sister is. So, how about you stop wasting my time and tell me what I want to know?"

He sighs dramatically and lets his head roll to the side as if he's bored before lifting it to look you directly in the eye.

"Like I said before, she owed me something she couldn't repay."

"What's that?"

"That information's gonna cost you, sweetheart."

"You're in no position to be negotiating right now," you say indignantly.

"Sure I am. Don't forget I'm the most powerful man in Brooklyn."

"Don't forget you're tied up and I have a gun."

"You wouldn't shoot me."

"Fucking try me, doll."

He laughs, a real, genuine laugh. "Agree to my terms, sweetheart, and I'll tell you anything you want to know."

You huff. "What are your terms?"

"'Atta girl!" He exclaims cheerily.

You grab your pistol from its holster at your side and aim it at the man in front of you, resting the gun on your thigh. He glances down at it before raising his gaze back up to you. He clears his throat, but something tells you it's not because he is nervous.

"Go on a date with me."

Your eyebrows shoot up. He's joking, you think. A date?

"A date?"

"A date."

"You want to go on a date with the woman who knocked you out, dragged you to an unknown location, tied you up, is demanding information from you, and is currently pointing a gun at you?"

"Yes."

"Why?"

"I have my reasons."

"How do I know you won't just kill me when I show up?"

"Because that wouldn't be very gentleman like of me. My mama raised me better."

"You're a mob boss. You extort and kill people for a living."

He shrugs. "Well, what do you say? Do we have a deal?"

"No," you say.

"No?" He asks, confused.

"I have my own conditions." James tilts his head slightly as a signal to go on.

"You've already confirmed that my sister is alive which confirms you have her locked up somewhere. You will let her go and forgive her debt for whatever the hell it is that she owes you. Do that and once she is safely at home and I've laid eyes on her, you can have that date. Do we have a deal?"

James is staring at you, and as much as you hate it, you can't read him. Your heart is pounding, and you're hoping, praying even, that you've not pushed too far.

"Deal."

You blink once, twice before it registers that he has accepted the deal. Damn, you think, he really wants that date.

"Have her home by... What time was your meeting again? 7? Have her home safely by 7 tomorrow," you say, standing up from where you sat in front of him. You begin to move around the basement, picking up your things that you had brought with you in the whole kidnapping ordeal. Once you've collected your things, you start walking towards the stairs to leave. "If she isn't there, the deal's off."

"You're just going to leave me here?" James asks, pulling at his arm restraints.

You look over your shoulder at him and smile at him. "You're a mob boss, doll, I'm sure you'll get out of there in time." Then, with that, you ascend the stairs.

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@cjand10 @vicmc624 @mostlymarvelgirl @livingoutsidethetardis

[dovesdreaming]

Deadpools guide to keeping you alive

Summary: You have a habit of reminding everyone to take care of themselves, even though you often forget to do it for yourself. Wade, being Wade, notices, and in his own ridiculous yet sweet way, steps in to help you remember the little things.

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You sat on the couch, curled up with your phone, scrolling aimlessly through social media while Wade, in full Deadpool attire, was standing on the coffee table, striking ridiculous superhero poses for no apparent reason. He’d started doing it about ten minutes ago, just because he could. One hand on his hip, the other flexed, he looked like a cross between a professional wrestler and an action figure from the 90s. "Looking good, Wade” you said absently, not even glancing up from your screen. "Have you had any water today?". “Hydration is for the weak!" he declared, though he immediately reached for the water bottle you’d left on the coffee table and took a big gulp, mask and all. You weren’t entirely sure how it worked, but you’d stopped asking those kinds of questions a long time ago. You smiled at his antics and shifted, feeling a little light-headed, but brushed it off. It happened sometimes. Not a big deal. Wade, however, noticed the slight wobble in your movement. He paused mid-pose, tilting his head toward you. "Hey, babe, you okay? You look like you’re about to pass out faster than I can regenerate a new spleen”.

You waved him off, though your stomach growled quietly. "Yeah, I’m fine. Just haven’t eaten yet, I guess. No big deal”. Wade’s eyes widened beneath his mask, and he jumped off the coffee table with a surprisingly graceful landing. "Uh, what? You guess? You haven’t eaten yet?" He checked the clock on the wall. "It’s 4 PM. That's not 'yet,' that’s 'barely survived on air alone!”. You frowned, genuinely surprised by the time. You’d gotten up early that morning, thrown yourself into work, and totally lost track of everything else. Again. “Oh…” You blinked. “Right. Oops?”.

Wade crossed his arms and gave you a look you knew well, the ‘I’m about to be ridiculous but also right’ look. “Let me get this straight: you’ve reminded me, multiple times, to drink water today-thank you for that, by the way-but you forgot to eat?” You shrugged, trying to play it off, though the light-headedness was starting to catch up to you. “I get distracted, okay? I’ve got a lot going on in my head sometimes”. Wade didn’t argue with that. Instead, he sighed and sat down next to you, pulling you into his side. “Alright, here's the deal. You’re gonna sit right here, not move a muscle- except to blink, breathe, and keep that heart pumping I guess, and I’m gonna make you some food”.

You started to protest. “Wade, you don’t have to-“ But he was already up, bounding toward the kitchen with surprising energy for a guy who’d been play posing on a coffee table moments before. “I do have to! Because apparently, you’d forget your head if it wasn’t attached, and I can’t have that, babe. You’d look weird without it”. You chuckled as you watched him dig through the fridge, though there was a part of you that felt a little guilty. This wasn’t the first time you’d forgotten something important. Wade had found you passed out on the couch before because you’d stayed up working for nearly two days straight. And then there was the time you forgot to drink for an entire day while binge watching a new show. Wade had quickly gotten you a glass of whatever was closest whilst gently scolding you.

Still, despite your forgetfulness, you always made sure to look out for your friends. You’d tell Wade, and anyone else, to “drink more water!” or “take breaks!” but when it came to yourself, you… just forgot. It wasn’t on purpose. It was like your brain got too full, and the little things just slipped through the cracks. You were pulled out of your thoughts by the clatter of pots and pans in the kitchen. Wade was muttering to himself, something about "smoking chimichangas" and “how do normal people make sandwiches without a sword?” But a few minutes later, he returned with a plate in hand, two sandwiches that looked like they’d survived a battle, but were clearly made with love. “Behold!” Wade declared, placing the plate on your lap with a flourish. “A culinary masterpiece. You won’t find this in any Michelin-star restaurant, because they can’t handle the truth”.

You couldn’t help but smile. “Thanks, Wade. You didn’t have to, really”. “Of course I did” he said, sitting back down beside you, much more gently this time. “Somebody’s gotta make sure you remember to do basic human things, like eating and sleeping and not turning into a raisin from dehydration”. You took a bite of the sandwich, feeling instantly better. “It’s good” you said through a mouthful of food. “Of course it is. I’m Deadpool. I don’t make bad sandwiches” he replied, leaning in to nudge you with his elbow. “But seriously, you gotta start taking care of yourself. I mean, I can regenerate my liver if it gives out, but you? You get one shot at this whole ‘being alive’ thing”.

You swallowed and nodded, feeling a little sheepish. “I know, I just… I get so caught up in things, I forget”. Wade looked at you, and even through the mask, you could feel the softness in his gaze. He reached over, pulling you into a side hug. “You know what, babe? That’s what I’m here for. To remind you to do all that boring, vital stuff. You remind me to drink water, I remind you to, you know, live. We balance each other out”.

You rested your head on his shoulder, sandwich still in hand. “Yeah, I guess we do”. “And from now on” Wade said, his voice full of determination, “I’m going to make sure you never forget again. I’ll be your personal reminder system. Forget to eat? I’ll hand-feed you if I have to. Forget to sleep? I’ll tuck you in with my very own beddy-bye song. And forget to shower? Well, I’ll.. okay, I’ll just throw you in the shower with a loofah grenade”.

You laughed, the sound muffled by another bite of your sandwich. “I don’t know if I should be scared or touched by that”. “Touched” Wade said, pulling you closer. “Definitely touched. In the heart, not the weird way. Unless you want it to be the weird way. I’m flexible”. You smiled, warmth filling your chest. “Thanks, Wade”. “Don’t mention it, babe” he said softly. Then he looked down at you, his voice dropping to a playful whisper. “Now, finish that sandwich and then we’re going to bed. Not for the fun stuff, mind you, unless you’re into that, but because you need to sleep. Doctor Deadpool’s orders”. You rolled your eyes, but you couldn’t deny the yawn that followed. “Fine, but only because Doctor Deadpool said so”. “That’s the spirit!” Wade cheered, and with a surprisingly gentle tug, he pulled you up off the couch and toward the bedroom, all while mumbling something about setting hydration alarms and taping snack bars to the walls as reminders.

And as you curled up in bed that night, Wade snuggled up next to you, you couldn’t help but feel grateful. Because even when you forgot to take care of yourself, Wade was always there to remind you, whether it was about drinking water, getting enough sleep, or just eating a simple sandwich.

And really, that was all you needed.

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Thank you for reading!!

[bevy-obeyme]

Hellooooo

I'm so happy to finally have found someone willing to make male reader stories I'm actually shocked.

I'd like to request a "meeting the family" of m!mc with Solomon and Simeon please 🙏

Hope you have a nice day !

Of course! It’s no problem! So many people in the fandom seem to forget that male and gender neutral fans exist among us and yet there is so little content for all of you, so please don’t hesitate to request!! 🫶

Hope I did this ask justice!!

Thank you and hope you have a nice day as well!!

Meeting the family

Simeon

- This man was rather nervous. Not that his angelic smile conveyed it.

- You knew this. So of course, you made sure to reassure him all the time. Your family would like him, he was the epitome of what grandmas wanted as a son-in-law.

- So what if he was a guy and so were you? You told him that times have changed. Being with another man wasn’t a sin.

- Your family did love him. He was kind, calm, gentle. What was there not to like? He was one of the family and his nerves had been put to the rest as you reassured him with another smile.

- And if the occasion came that your family wasn’t accepting, Simeon would stand up for you anyway and convey that you had your own choice. You didn’t have to listen to them.

- He loved you. And you loved him. Would a couple of humans and the ‘’sin’’ of homosexuality get in his way? No. Definitely not.

‘’Dear, even if it cost me my wings, I would never deny your love.’’

Solomon

- Now, as you knew, Solomon did not have a family. Being immortal was a curse - he did not want to go through the pain of loss again. It was such a numb feeling.

- However, would he ever deny you introducing him? Of course not. Your family was his family for the time being.

- And he was quite interested too, seeing the people who raised you to be the amazing man he loved now.

- If your family came out to be supportive, Solomon would be happy. He knew that obviously your parents/family would be accommodating when they raised a handsome being like you.

- And it felt nice to have a family.. just be careful and not let Solomon offer your family some of his.. ‘cooking’. If you want to keep your family that is.

- If they weren’t, he would be quite disappointed. Of course, he had seen his course of homophobia over the eons he’s been alive but even then, to think you had been oppressed like that for so long.. it made him sad.

- He would stand up for you in a subtle yet powerful manner, masking it all with a playful yet eerie smile. At least your family would know better than to comment their disapproval.

‘’Through all my years, you’re the most intriguing man that has caught my interest.’’

‘’Hah! No, I’m not trying to flatter you. But I wouldn’t deny a kiss…’’

[steddieas-shegoes]

she runs a tight ship

rated t | for @strangerthingsocweek day 1 "introduction" | 1,573 words cw: mentions of illness (just a cold), mildly suggestive language | tags: future fic, corroded coffin, original character, robin gets to have a girlfriend because i said so

author note: a lot of meg's original backstory also revolves around OCs that other people have created, so I've doctored it up a bit to fit in without pulling the other OCs into the mix.

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Meg rolled her eyes the moment she walked onto the tour bus.

The boys, and they were in fact boys since they refused to act like grown men, had left clothes scattered across the floor and couch, empty beer bottles and bags of chips on the table, and a pack of cigarettes on the counter.

Unbelievable.

But actually, totally believable.

They weren’t always like this. It’s just that the first night of the tour was always a celebration when they got off stage and Meg had the unfortunate task of making sure they were alive and prepared for the rest of the tour.

She wasn’t their manager, or security, or really anyone of importance in the grand scheme of things. All of those people were just not good at the job, and she took over quickly to ensure the members of Corroded Coffin didn’t end up ruining their careers before they even got started.

“If I see a single ass cheek when I come back there, I’m quitting!” She yelled towards the back of the bus. It was an empty threat, and they knew it, but she’d seen enough ass cheeks to last a lifetime.

She leaned over to pick up the pile of pants and pair of boots right in front of the door, face crumpling into disgust as she caught a whiff of sweat and weed.

“Meg, good to see ya!” Gareth said as he came from behind the curtain leading to the bunks. “Are we in Cinci already?”

“Yep.” She popped her mouth and continued picking things up off the floor. “Soundcheck in two hours. You guys have to at least try to get your shit together for it.”

“We will! You doin’ okay?” Gareth started gathering the trash on the table, throwing it all in the trash can without even seeing what was full and empty.

“Yeah. Good show last night. Didn’t think you’d do the new one on your first night,” Meg admitted. She’d worked on the song with them for weeks in the studio, curating it exactly to their tastes while still staying true to her own style. She didn’t think it would make the setlist at all, especially since they hadn’t even decided if it would make the next album yet, but sure enough, they performed it last night.

And they’d given credit to their “amazing songwriter friend who made sure they didn’t die or forget to eat.”

She would never admit to the tears that fell when she watched them perform their song.

“Ed and Robin agreed it should be a surprise. I think they both just wanted to see you cry,” Gareth nudged her on his way over to grab the guitar on the couch to put it into its case. “Steve told them not to.”

“This is why Steve’s my favorite,” she joked. Well, half-joked. She considered Steve to be the other half to her Keep Corroded Coffin On Track Team. Without him, Eddie would have been left at a rest stop the first time they went on the road.

“Yeah, that’s no secret.” She could hear the eyeroll in Gareth’s voice, but chose to ignore it. “He was snoring so bad last night, I almost had to consider kicking him off the bus.”

“Wait. Snoring? Steve doesn’t snore unless he’s-”

“Fuck.”

They both realized at the same time what was coming. Gareth looked back at Meg, eyes wide.

“Not now! It’s the beginning of tour!”

“Maybe if I load him up with vitamin C? I have a whole vitamin kit in the van and Robin has that nebulizer for her breathing treatments.”

A round of sneezes came from the back and Meg cursed under her breath.

“He’s gotta get away from everyone. He can take the van with Robin and I’ll bunk on your couch for a few days. Did he have a fever?” Meg was known for being dramatic over small inconveniences, but this wasn’t small. It had the potential to ruin tour dates. If anyone in the band got sick, it could ruin a concert.

“Don’t know. I don’t think so? He seemed fine when we went to sleep. He passed out before all of us though.” Gareth quickly set the guitar down and opened the cabinet closest to the bus door. “We’ve got cold meds. Some cough syrup. Tylenol. Cough drops. You think that’ll be enough?”

Meg nodded. “For now. Let’s see how bad it is first.”

They didn’t have to wait long. Eddie and Jeff came out at the same time, panic written all over their faces.

Meg sighed. “Bad?”

They nodded.

“Okay, stay away from him. It could already be too late, but you guys have to stay healthy.” Meg grabbed the basket of meds and a bottle of water from the fridge. “All of you get outside, tell Robin what’s up, and go with security into the building. I’m gonna get him settled in the van and scrub this place from top to bottom.”

“But I’ll miss him,” Eddie pouted. “How long does he have to stay in the van?”

“Until he can breathe through both nostrils.”

“Can any of us ever really breathe through both nostrils?” Eddie wondered.

Meg blinked at him. “Get a shirt on and get out of here before I make it impossible for you to breathe out of one nostril.”

Eddie threw his head back and groaned. Jeff patted his shoulder and turned to grab a shirt that was still on the couch.

“It’s okay man. Might just be a little cold. Could pass quick!” Gareth tried to reassure him, but Meg could already see how this was gonna go.

She was surrounded by slightly codependent idiots. She loved them all dearly, but she needed them to function individually sometimes.

The door banged open and Robin came up the steps.

“I swear, I sleep in one time and my girlfriend abandons me for her harem of idiot men.” She glances between everyone and tenses. “What’s wrong?”

“You stupid soulmate is sick,” Meg grumbled. “Everyone is in the process of leaving this bus before it happens to them.”

“I’ll wake up Frankie. He’s gonna be pissed,” Jeff sighed. “He got his pillows just right.”

“I’ll get him, you guys go,” Meg shooed them away, waiting for them to all leave before turning to Robin. “Hey, Robbie. Sorry I didn’t wake you up, just wanted you to get plenty of sleep.”

Robin leaned her head on her shoulder and kissed her cheek. “It’s okay, babe. Steve gonna make it?”

“Haven’t put eyes on him yet. Think you could go check? I gotta avoid getting sick, too. The less I’m around him, the better,” Meg handed her the basket and kissed the side of her head. “Get him to the van so he can contaminate that area instead.”

“But then I’ll get sick.” Robin pouted.

Meg couldn’t resist leaning down and pulling Robin’s bottom lip between her teeth, smirking when she let out a yelp.

“You’ll be fine. You’ve got a strong immune system. Promise I'll make it up to you in a few days. Maybe we could convince them to let us have a hotel room so we can-,” Meg said, pulling away when she heard shuffling behind the curtain. “Oh, good, it’s you. The rest of the guys are gone. Steve’s sick. Don’t come back in here until I give the go ahead.”

Frankie yawned, scratched his head, and nodded. “Got it.”

He was slowly becoming her favorite just by the fact that he never really argued with her. Maybe that was because he was terrified of her, but she could enjoy her power a little if she wanted to.

He walked out of the bus in his pajamas, probably not awake enough to realize he wasn’t properly dressed, but also probably not caring at all that he wasn’t. Frankie was a chill guy.

“Eddie?” Steve’s pitiful raspy voice came from behind the curtain. “Eds?”

“I’ll go,” Robin gave one final kiss to Meg’s lips before walking behind the curtain.

Meg only caught a glimpse of Steve, but a glimpse was all she needed to come to the conclusion that he was miserably sick and she needed to air this bus out immediately. She could hear Robin gently explaining where everyone was and trying to bribe him to put some comfy clothes on to move to the van.

She looked around and wondered what he’d touched last night before going to bed.

She opened the window behind the couch, and propped the window by the sink open to get some fresh air in the bus.

“Sorry I’m sick,” Steve suddenly said behind her, his eyes glassy and nose and cheeks bright red with fever and congestion. “Don’t know how.”

Meg smiled sadly at him. “Not your fault, bud. Just make sure to keep your distance from the guys until your fever’s gone. Don’t need them all getting sick at once and having to postpone a concert.”

Steve nodded sadly. “Okay. Can you tell Eddie I love him?”

“‘Course I can.”

Steve was acting like he was dying, but Meg didn’t say anything. Robin had been honest about a lot of her past, their past, but couldn’t say everything. She knew why they were all a bit codependent on each other. Sometimes small things like the common cold felt like a monster they couldn’t fight.

As Robin led Steve out of the bus, Meg made a checklist in her head of everything she needed to do before the show tonight.

Taking care of her boys was always top priority.

[puckinghischier]

400 follower celebration!!

i’m absolutely floored that in the short amount of time i’ve been writing on here that somehow there’s 400 of you that enjoy what i write enough to follow me and keep coming back for more.

i didn’t do any celebrations for any other milestones because i wasn’t confident enough to commit to it at the time, but i know the only way to truly get over my fear of being a bad writer is to keep writing.

so, with that being said, i’m going to put this out there. if you want to, if you don’t want to, it’s up to you, but i’d absolutely love if you guys sent me requests for the prompts you want to read!!

if you want to send in a request, just send me the number and the person you want me to write it for!

as i get requests, i will be marking out the numbers that have already been requested, in order to avoid duplicates

i currently write for:

- Nico Hischier

- Luke Hughes

- Jack Hughes

the only other player i would consider writing for is Quinn, but i’ve never written for him before, just given him a few cameos in other fics. if you really just want a Quinn fic i’ll consider it and try, but no promises.

i just don’t feel like i have enough knowledge yet of other players and their personalities off the ice to commit to writing a fic about them.

i grabbed these from another blog, but I cannot find the post again for the life of me, so credit to whoever originally posted these. if i find the page i'll tag them here later

Angst/Emotional:

1. “All I’ve ever wanted is for you to see me.”

2. “Just please open your eyes.”

3. “Wake up. You have to wake up. Please. For me.”

4. “Just please, don’t leave me.”

5. “Why does everyone always leave?”

6. “It hurts so much. Why does it hurt so much? I just want it to stop.”

7. “Forget it. Just like you forget everything else.”

8. “I never ask for help because I’m not sure I know how.”

9. “It’s alright to feel broken every once and a while. And it’s alright to take time to heal.”

10. “What is it about me that isn’t good enough?”

11. “I wish I was brave.”

12. “You almost died and you’re making jokes?”

13. “I’m scared.”

14. “I don’t miss you. I miss us.”

15. “I can’t lose you.” “You already did.”

16. ‘“You weren’t there…why weren’t you there? I needed you! I needed you! And you weren’t there!”

17. “All I wanted was a happy ending.”

18. “You don’t have to hide your tears from me.”

19. “I’m not leaving you here.”

20. “You left without saying goodbye.”

21. “For once in your life, do what you want! Be selfish!”

22. “Being strong doesn’t mean never asking for help or admitting you’re in pain.”

23. “You said you wouldn’t leave, and then you did.”

24. “This is the third time you’ve broken a promise to me, I’m starting to think you are doing it on purpose.”

25. “Whatever you do, do not make a sound.”

Fluff/Romantic:

26. “I just cant see myself ever living without you.”

27. “If there was ever anybody meant for me, it’s you.”

28. “The closest thing to love at first sight I’ve ever experienced happened when I first laid eyes on you.”

29. “I didn’t believe in soulmates until I met you.”

30. “Did you just tell the person I was gonna go out with that we’re dating?”

31. “You owe me a kiss.”

32. “Go with me?” “Only if you hold my hand.”

33. “I’d feel much better if you’d let me walk you home.”

34. “If I asked you to stay, would you?”

35. “You make me feel alive. For the first time ever, I feel like I can breathe.”

36. “I’ve never felt this way before, and truthfully it scares me. But, the idea of never trying scares me even more.”

37. “You’re telling me you believe in love at first sight?” “I’m starting to.”

38. “I promised to love you forever, and that is a promise I intend to keep.”

39. “Is that my shirt?” “You mean our shirt?”

40. “You give me a reason to be better, to do better.”

41. "All I’ve ever wanted was a place to belong. Somewhere I could call home. And you gave me that. Because you are my home.”

42. “They don’t compare to you. No one does.”

43. “I thought I had the worst luck, until I met you.”

44. “I could see the worst parts of you and still think you are the most beautiful person I’ve met.”

45. “I think I’m in love with you.”

46. “You brought me breakfast?” “Well you said you always forget to eat before you go to work, so I thought I’d make sure you ate something.”

47. “Everything feels right when you are with me.”

48. “I don’t care what others say, I want to be with you and that’s all that matters to me.”

49. “You bought me flowers?” “Yeah, well I noticed you’d seemed kinda down, so I wanted to cheer you up.”

50. “I’ll be damned if anyone makes you feel like you aren’t worthy of being loved.”

51. “I wasn’t sure what love really felt like until I met you.”

52. “You owe me.” “I owe you $20 not a day of pretending to be your partner to get your parents off your back.”

53. “I can braid your hair for you- I mean, only if you want.”

54. “Maybe if you stopped staring at them and actually talked to them, you might have a chance.”

55. “You said you wouldn’t fall in love with me.” “I lied.”

56. “I want you. All of you, and not just halfheartedly, but wholly. And maybe that’s selfish, but I don’t care.”

57. “Can you stay? Just for tonight, please. I don’t want to be alone with my thoughts.” “'l’ll stay for as long as you need.”

58. “You are my family.”

59. “We’ve been by each other’s sides for years, you think I’m gonna leave now?”

60. “Take my jacket, I don’t want you catching a cold.”

61. “I’d wait a thousand lifetimes for you, because you are worth waiting for. So when you are ready. I’ll be right here.”

62. “I will never stop fighting for you. I will never stop protecting you.”

63. “I can’t stop thinking about you. No matter how hard I try, you’re always on my mind”

64. “Don’t go on that date.” “Why?” “You know why.” “Say it.”

65. “Can I kiss you?”

66. “I can’t remember the last time I laughed like this.”

67. “How long have you had this planned?” “Since the moment I fell in love with you.”

68. “You came all the way here for me?”

69. “Why are you staring at me?” “Because I think you’re beautiful.”

70. “I think I’m falling in love with you.” “I think I’m okay with that.”

71. “What are you doing here?” “I wanted to see if you were okay.”

72. “The world gets a little brighter when you’re around.”

Miscellaneous:

73. “I don’t think I’ve ever seen anyone screw something up that fast before.”

74. “I’ve never told you that before.”

75. “You come here often?” “Well, I work here. So I think I’d have to say ‘yes’.”

76. “I’m too sober for this.” “You don’t even drink.” “Maybe I should start.”

77. “You couldn’t handle me even if i came with instructions.”

78. “Wake me up when it’s over.”

79. "Abort mission, I repeat abort mission.” “What? Abort what mission? All you were doing was introducing yourself to your neighbor?” “Yeah, and they’re too attractive. I can never speak to them again.”

80. “At least I kept my promise.”

81. “I saw you looking at it last time we were in the store together, so I got it for you.”

82. “…Did you just sniff me?”

83. “Of course I noticed, I notice everything about you.”

84. “Are you alright?” “Yeah, why?” “You look mad.” “That’s just my face…”

85. “You can’t get rid of me that easily.”

86. “You don’t actually have to like me, you just need to pretend you do.”

87. “Since when did you open a bakery in your house?” “Since I got bored.”

88. “You’re bleeding.” “No shit.”

89. “For the most part, I am, in fact, an idiot. But I fully admit to it, which should count for something.”

90. “Stop grumbling and just tell me where your medicine cabinet is.”

91. “Close your eyes and hold out your hand.”

92. “I hate that I let you convince me to do this”

93. “We really need to stop meeting like this. "Then stop breaking into my house!”

94. “Why are you creeping outside my bedroom window?!” “I thought it would be romantic if I climbed up here.” “You gave me a heart-attack!”

95. “What are you doing here?” “I got locked out of my house.” “Again?”

96. “Run.”

97. “I can’t stand you!” “Then sit down.”

98. “Where are we going?” “It’s a surprise.” “I hope the surprise involves food.”

99. “You wont regret it!” “Already am.”

100. “I am nothing if not consistent.” “Yeah, a consistent pain in my ass.”

101. “What happened?” “Do you want the long version or the short version?” “Uh, short?” “I made a mistake.” “Okay, long version.” “I made a very very big mistake.”

102. “What happened to your hand?” “I hit my hand on something.” “On what?” “Your ex’s face.”

103. “I heard that!” “You were supposed to!”

104. “I’ve been thinking-” “Uh-oh”

105. “If I survive this, I’m killing you.”

Scenario Prompts:

*For prompts with Characters A and B; you can choose who is who in your request (who is reader and/or character)

106. Huddled together to keep warm.

107. Fall asleep in same bed, on opposite sides, wake up in each others arms.

108. Character A comes to talk to Character B, pretending to be B’s s/o when a stranger is making B uncomfortable. Leads to them asking B out on an actual date.

109. Continuously running into one another for days after having a meet cute.

110. Hands brush as you stand next to each other, you think it’s on accident until their hands gentle wrap around yours.

111. Shielding the other with their body to save/protect them.

112. Caught staring too many times for it to be a coincidence.

113. Size difference hug; they engulf you.

114. You refuse to leave so they pick you up and throw you over their shoulder.

115. Character A can tell Character B is getting nervous in a big crowd, so A slips their hand into theirs to help them calm down.

116. Character A teaching B to ice skate/roller skate.

117. B taking care of A when they are sick.

118. Holding hands underneath the table.

119. Bandaging the other and then kissing the injury gently.

120. A surprises B with a picnic.

121. Getting stuck at the top of the Ferris Wheel.

122. B sitting/standing behind A and leaning into them as they show/teach them how to do something.

123. As you begin to fall asleep, you feel a gentle kiss pressed to your temple and a blanket draped over you.

124. B comforting A as they wake up from a nightmare.

125. A realizing that they have feelings for B when they see them with someone else.

126. B bringing A hand-picked flowers.

127. Thinking you are alone in the house but you hear a noise upstairs.

128. B buys A’s dream house and surprises them.

129. Sharing an umbrella.

130. Walking together and it starts to rain, so they grab your hand and you start running until you can find somewhere to escape getting wet.

131. Fake date to a wedding; leads to confession.

132. A game of 20 questions that ends with “Can I kiss you?”

133. There’s a big storm going on outside while A is at B’s house, so B insists they sleep over.

134. A hears that B got hurt and rushes over in a panic to see if they are okay.

135. B just moved to town and really only knows A (just met). B is being followed or is lost and calls A for help. Of course they come to help and it turns into a date of sorts.

136. A falling asleep while sitting next to B, as there head falls onto B’s shoulder, B stays as still as they can, afraid to wake A.

137. Cloudgazing or Stargazing together, as you lie next to each other, their hand slips into yours.

138. Looking around for the shirt you left at your s/o’s house; only to find it in a drawer with other clothes and items you’ve left.

139. B get’s so nervous about their dinner date with A that they accidentally make enough food to feed ten people.

140. A hand written love letter left at your doorstep.

141. B dancing to music as their cooking or cleaning, and as they spin around A suddenly appears, grabbing onto B and continuing to dance with them.

142. A grabs B’s hand instinctively out of surprise or fear, and continues to hold it.

143. B helping A step down from a high place by taking their hand, and then not letting go as they continue to walk.

144. Comparing hand sizes, then linking fingers together.

145. Dancing around the living room of the first home you’ve bought together.

146. A asking B on a date until they say yes.

147. B asking A to attend a wedding with them, to get out of going with someone their parents tried to set them up with.

[alicesadventuresinffxiv]

FFxivWrite2024 Prompt #2

Title: Narrow Horizons

Wordcount: 1031

Spoilers through: Stormblood

Alternate Universe: To Catch a Falling Star (Instead of traveling to Doma, Lyse spends Stormblood infiltrating the Skulls, with the ultimate goal of convincing Fordola to defect to the Resistance. When your own army gets decimated, just steal the other guy’s one, you know?)

Relationships & Characters: Fordola/Lyse

Summary: Fordola struggles to tempt Lyse with freedoms she already has.

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“Would you want to stay?” Fordola seemed to be speaking half to herself, addressing her words to the dawn-kissed morning mist hiding the jagged rocks below.

But the question was so abrupt, so utterly disconnected from the contempt and threats Fordola had spat toward her before that Lyse could do nothing but gape at her back. 

When the imperial commander had marched her prisoner up to a lonely cliff, Lyse had been expecting an interrogation. Maybe even an attempt to quietly dispose of an unruly captive. Not a bitter, self-conscious rant that Lyse judged had mostly been directed at Fordola herself. 

It seemed that for all her bluster, Fordola really did just drag her out of her cell to talk. And now that talk had swerved in yet another strange direction.

“When this is all over - when we’ve won the war, sent the Alliance bastards packing and rooted out the Resistance…  would you still want to stay in Ala Mhigo?”

Lyse shut her mouth and frowned. “If the Empire wins, I won’t have a choice. Not after siding with the Resistance.” She yanked at her bound wrists, causing the chains lashing them together to jangle unpleasantly. “I’ll just be executed, won’t I?

“What if… you weren’t Resistance?” Fordola began to pace back and forth, her arms clasped sternly behind her. “Soldiers disappear all the time. Blown to pieces, corpses eaten by monsters, lost in the shifting sands. The Garleans hardly even keep track of their own casualties. Us Skulls? We could all be dead for all they care.” She pivoted sharply, her intense gaze now boring into Lyse’s wide eyes. “And the reverse holds just as true. What a stroke of luck, to find a soldier recorded missing in action has now turned up alive and well.”

“You want me to be a Skull.” Lyse was suddenly struck by how young Fordola was. The imperial commander acted so cold and intimidating that it was easy to forget she’d still be in school had she been Sharlayan. Maybe there was still some of that naive optimism buried inside her, that she thought such a dangerous game of pretend could possibly work.

“Would you want to stay?” Fordola repeated again. She then forged ahead, an oddly cute undertone of desperation in her voice. “You’ll not even have to endure training, not like we’ve done. And when it’s all over, you’d get to keep your ‘oen’ title like the rest of us. You’d be able to go anywhere, do anything you want.”

Gods, she actually means it, Lyse thought, her heart shattering just a little bit in her chest. Part of her - the part that hadn’t been able to stop thinking about the enticing gleam of Fordola’s wicked green eyes, the tantalizing strength in her arms as she’d held Lyse against the rough wall of her cell - wanted to go back to being selfish, silly Lyse who didn’t have a single thought in her head. Who could have simply believed in the childish dream Fordola was offering.

But the other part of her, the part that listened to the ghosts of Yda and Papalymo whispering in her ear, knew better. Knew that there was always one more war to be fought, one more territory to conquer - and that’s if the young Ala Mhigan wasn’t thrown under the bus as a scapegoat for the crimes of her Garlean masters. Let the Butcher take the blame as monsters like Zenos walked free. 

Deep down, Fordola probably even knew this - she’d just decided not to know it, fleeing from that ugly truth the way Lyse fled from Yda’s- from Papalymo’s- 

Lyse stuffed that particular line of thought back to its dark corner.

“Or would you want to travel?” Fordola seemed to have taken Lyse’s silence as an sign she was in need of further persuasion. “The empire is big - bigger than aught you could possibly imagine. Haven’t you ever wanted to cross the shores of Aldenard? See if those dales really are that bloody emerald?”

“What dales?” Lyse finally cut in, wishing idly that Fordola came with a map to navigating the sudden shifts of her conversations. Not that Lyse was any good with maps either.

Fordola rolled her eyes. “Like in the anthem, you ninny.”

“It’s not in any anthem I’ve heard,” Lyse shot back. The imperials must have changed it. Twelve preserve us, if that’s what they did to the anthem, I don’t want to know what they did to the history books, murmured the Papalymo in her head.

“What, did the Resistance come up with their own bloody nonsense? …Well, you’ll pick it up soon enough.” Fordola waved dismissively. “Point is, aan can’t leave their home territories without permits. Conscripts neither. But a soldier who’s completed her service?  Well, the world’s her oyster.”

Compared to the chance to stay, it wasn’t much of a draw. Lyse had been to Sharlayan, to all the city states of Eorzea. After her sister’s death, Papalymo had brought her along to all kinds of far-flung places in hopes the novelty would distract her from her grief. Even now, the rest of the Scions were apparently stoking the fires of rebellion in Doma. 

If Lyse wanted to go somewhere, do something, she just could. It wasn’t a right that needed to be earned.

But Fordola was again looking to her for a reply. “So if I wanted to stay, I could stay, and if I wanted to go, I could go.” Lyse hoped she was summarizing correctly. “But only after I did my thirty years.”

“Twenty years.” But Fordola smiled, and as far as Lyse could tell, there was no malice in it. Fordola’s hands even seemed gentle as she held Lyse’s bound ones in her own. “That’s how things work here, aye.” 

That was the scariest part, thought Lyse. It wasn’t that Fordola didn’t see the Garlean atrocities, didn’t notice that her masters saw her as lesser. It wasn’t that Fordola didn’t understand tyranny.

The problem was that she didn’t understand freedom. 

How could Lyse explain the blue skies beyond, to a girl who had only ever known the horizon to end at the shadow of Baelsar’s Wall?

[musingsfromalily]

Assorted Path to Nowhere - Prologue & SALVA Arc Quotes

Just a compilation of lines from the game that can be range from fluffy, soul-crushing, and chaotic. Feel free to alter lines when needed, remember to specify for multimuses!

“Come back to me.... Your battle has begun.”

“Where are you going? It’s not over between us yet... “

“Die, die! The world doesn’t need jails!”

“The elevator will take you to the hidden mezzanine. You will be safe staying there. Don’t leave until help arrives.”

“You’re coming with me.”

“....You want to fight like this?”

“...I’ve crossed the line. ___, you’re stronger than we think.”

“I’m not like those baddies. See? I didn’t cause any trouble, nor did I try to escape.”

“I’ve begged you so many times! Are you gonna let me out or not?!”

“I don’t have time to play with you. Before I count to five, open the door, or I’ll kill you!”

“Keep quiet...Or it’ll be your neck next time...”

“Don’t move.... this child hates when prey struggles.”

“Unlike those people outside, I... We are the real criminals in this place.”

“Let me out! Bastard! Let me kill him! I’ll kill him!”

“Follow your instincts. This is why you exist.”

“No! Stay away from me, no!!!”

“Please give me orders. From now on, I only follow your orders.”

“...I don’t need that name anymore.”

“The most important thing is that you’re alive.”

“This riot is just a diversion. This won’t be her real agenda.”

“Amazing. You guys are still alive. I was worried it would hurt you.”

“I will come back to you when I finish what I need to do.”

“Why didn’t you run away when you had the chance?”

“I don’t need freedom.”

“It’ll be a long time before we can meet again.”

“Who are you....?”

“The secret will be revealed one day, but not now.”

“Look at your cities. Look at what monsters human sin is breeding...”

“___, go witness the end of this revelry. Whatever happens, don’t look away.”

“From now on, you will likely face more insanity, malice, and catastrophes. But it is our duty to hold onto the light in the darkness, and to salvage hope from despair.”

“We have no other choice but him.”

“Why isn’t the Public Security Bureau stepping in?”

“I’ll try to keep you alive for a bit longer.”

“We need to be CIVILIZED and POLITE without our words to maintain our image of our Syndicate.”

“You find saints in churches and drunks in hostels.”

“We walk with the ten devils.”

“But I’m just putting it out there--I hate gangsters. This jerk is definitely just using us. Don’t trust him too much, dumbass.”

“I surrender! Lord, surrender! Lord ___, stop!”

“I have no choice in Syndicate. I need to know how to fake it to survive!”

“Yuck! You’re Minos’s trash!”

“Huh? No, no, no! I’m just a useless loser. I can’t be of much help.”

“At least don’t put me in the front row in a fight!”

"Get your men to treat them with respect.”

“But why should you consider their feelings? They are just your tools, and you are their master.”

“Do you know how much I respect you?”

“If you don’t discipline your dog, we will!”

“Want to take revenge?”

“I take our cooperation very seriously.”

“A fight like this is more direct than a verbal argument. I can see you already know how to socialize with the Syndicans.”

“I don’t actually believe him. It’s just back-scratching.”

“That’s fine. If he betrays us, we’ll be able to deal with him.”

“If this makes you a monster, then what about me who binds you with the ‘shackles’ ?”

“Before dumping you, I’ll help you one more time. You should cherish this opportunity.”

“Don’t waste your time, I’m not going to tell you anything.”

“I’m sorry I was so slow.”

“Forget it... I already knew you were a freak.”

“Those guys weren’t friends, we just used each other for what we needed.”

“...What are YOU mad about? It doesn’t make any sense, it doesn’t have anything to do with you.”

“....So much sweat. You must be very anxious. You’re safe now.”

”They will try to kill you any way they can.”

“Mania distorts humans, while doctors restore their sanity. This is my duty.”

“You can investigate her or arrest her. I owe you one, but it will have to be after she wakes up.”

“Until today, no one knows exactly where Mania comes from. It has been spreading in Syndicate since many years ago.”

“....All I want is for Mania to disappear.”

“It was just a nightmare! It’s not real! Wake up! I’m here holding your hand right now, waiting for you to come back!”

“Mania isn’t power and mutation. It’s an irreversible mental breakdown.”

“She doesn’t want to turn into a monster.”

“I’ve made my own judgment.”

“You need to hold on. Stop going down the wrong track. Stop being used by that man.”

“I don’t want well-meaning lies! I don’t need it....Please tell me the truth.”

“Stop playing tricks! Your life is mine, dead or alive. You must obey my orders! Kill them!”

“Then, tell me ___.... Can I still be saved?”

“I’ll save you.”

“I am the one who binds you. I won’t make you do evil again or let you become a monster.”

“As long as someone is reaching for hope, then you have hope too.”

“You still have somewhere you want to go back to, right?”

“....Is it not too late? Can... I still turn back now...?”

“Let all Sinners go to hell!”

“....I don’t want to fight you here.”

“I’ll let you all die here with these monsters. You deserve it. You’re monsters too!”

“...How did you get here? How are you still alive?”

“You’re a doctor, have you ever killed anyone? Stop pretending. Do you actually dare?”

“... Doctors don’t kill. I only heal.”

“Don’t make such a terrible face, ___. It’s all over.”

“Then give him to me. Don’t dirty your hands over him.”

“It’s time to go, ___. You can’t handle the people who are coming.”

“You’ve already done more than enough. Nothing that happened in Syndicate was your fault. You don’t belong here in the first place.”

“Don’t sink any deeper. Don’t become one of them. Don’t be like me.... you should be the one who keeps clean.”

“Go now. I’ll buy you some time.”

“Ugh....it’s a misunderstanding. I’m just passing by. I’m just too sleepy that I dozed off.”

[determinedwriter]

Whumptober 2023: Day 28: “We might not make it to the morning; so go on and tell me now.”

Ro

I should be used to this by now. Running away from some jerks with guns who want to murder some Avengers.

And yet, right now I’m pissed because it’s happening again. More bad guys with guns and more chaos. What a surprise.

But I think I might really be in trouble this time.

The compound is in shambles and I’m running through the woods nearby to escape, too overwhelmed by enemies to fight them. I only hope I’m running in the right direction.

After a while, I use my powers of fire flight to suspend myself in the air and survey the area, soon realizing I’ve made a mistake.

All I see now is trees. The woods surround me on every side as far as the eye can see. How long have I been running?

For too long, clearly.

I land on the forest floor, trying to think of what to do next. I’m completely alone. Everything happened so fast that all I have are the clothes on my back and my pocket knife. I always carry it with me. It was my mother’s.

My breathing picks up so I place a hand over my heart and try to calm myself. “You’re fine. Everything’s fine. You’ll get back home and everyone will be safe.”

Maybe if I keep telling myself that, it’ll become true.

Things weren’t looking too good when I left. I just remember a ton of smoke, chaos, and my dad yelling at me to run. To get out of there.

I think his instinct saved my life. At this point, I can only hope he is alive too. He’s more than capable of defending himself, so I’m sure he’s alright. I just hate not knowing for sure.

And Peter? I have no idea where he is. We weren’t together when the compound was attacked. I tried to find him, but when my dad told me to run, I did. I didn’t have time to find my best friend.

God, please tell me he’s safe too. Even if it means he’s lost in the damn woods just like I am. That’s a lot better than him being dead, no matter how confusing the endless trees are.

After some mindless wandering, I find a small, clearly long abandoned shack. It’s deep enough in the woods that I’m wondering who would’ve left something like this here.

It also makes me think of my mom. She and I lived in a little hideaway honestly not that much bigger than this one for the first nine years of my life.

It only ever ended because HYDRA found and killed her. Bucky Barnes found and killed her. Or I guess the Winter Soldier did. I’ve tried my best to make peace with that.

But God, it’s hard. It’s not that I don’t forgive Bucky, I’m just never going to be able to forget that day. The day she died right in front of me with a bullet to the head.

I sigh, trying to think of something else as I enter the shack. Just focus on staying safe right now. No time to reminisce about your shitty past, Ro.

Try to forget how it hits you like a freight train.

With enough time and focus on the situation at hand, I stop feeling like I’m about to cry. I have to pay attention right here and now. It could get me killed if I get lost in my head.

No time for tears.

There’s a rustling and the sound of footsteps outside maybe an hour after I arrive at the shack. Startled, I hurl a fireball out of a broken window and towards the noise.

I hear someone fall to the ground with a thud. “Whoa!”

Holding my breath, I wait for them to either fight me or leave. Please be the ladder. “Stay the fuck away from me or I’ll make sure I burn your face off, asshole!”

“It’s me!” I hear a voice yell shakily.

“Peter?!” I exclaim, quickly exiting the shack and seeing him on the ground, wound in his side. “Oh my God, Peter!”

“H-Hey.” He says, not having the energy for much else.

“Did I hurt you?!” I ask, feeling terribly guilty. “I-I thought…oh my God, I thought you were one of those guys at the compound! I’m so-“

“I’m fine. Well, I’m not fine but you didn’t hurt me. Someone else did.” Peter explains. “You kinda just knocked me on my butt.”

I chuckle in shock, kneeling beside him. Tears burn my eyes. “I’m so sorry. L-Let me help you. It’s alright. You’re gonna be fine.”

He doesn’t look convinced, but allows me to help him inside the shack where I lay him down on the floor. “Don’t move. I’ve got you.”

I can tell he’s trying to keep quiet, not wanting to scare me with cries of pain. “Okay.”

With nothing else to do, I use my jacket to make strips of bandages, cutting it with my knife so I can wrap it around Peter’s wound.

Peter grins, despite the pain. “I really liked that jacket on you.”

“Shut up.” I reply teasingly.

He grimaces in pain as I apply the bandages, struggling not to scream out. “Hnnngh…”

“I know.” I say. “I know, Pete. I’m sorry. I know it hurts.”

The bleeding seems pretty bad and the strips of fabric aren’t doing much to help that. Peter seems to realize that too. “Ro?”

I nod. “Peter.”

“You should leave. Before those guys find us.” He suggests. “If they surround you, I’m not gonna be able to help.”

“I can take care of myself. And I’m not abandoning you.” I reply. “Don’t even entertain that idea.”

He sighs shakily. “I don’t want anything to happen to you.”

“I don’t want anything to happen to you either. I’m staying. End of story.” I tell him. I love you, I love you, I love you.

But of course I don’t say that. I don’t tell him I love him. I don’t tell him I’ve had a crush on him since our freshman year.

“Ro?” He asks again. “I…have an idea.”

“As long as it doesn’t involve me leaving you, I’ll listen.” I say.

Peter nods. “It doesn’t. It actually might help me. Or hurt me worse. But we’ll see. Umm…”

“Spit it out.” I press him.

“You should cauterize the wound to stop the bleeding.” He suggests. “It’s not gonna stop if we don’t do something about it.”

I grit my teeth. “You want me to use my powers to possibly make things worse and burn you?”

“What other choice do we have?” Peter questions me.

I pause, sighing. “I could kill you. We should wait for help.”

He grabs my hand, his covered in blood. “I don’t think help is coming anytime soon. It’s your choice, but I…I don’t know what else to do. I’ll bleed out.”

I bite the inside of my cheek so hard that it bleeds, too anxious to stop holding my breath. “If I kill you, it’s your fault.”

Humor. It’s how I’ve decided to cope right now.

Because I won’t let myself cry.

Peter chuckles weakly. “Got it.”

I summon heat to my palms. “Sorry in advance.”

“It’s alright.” He says. “Gotta get it done.”

I look at him earnestly. “I really…I…”

“Don’t be scared.” He reassures me. “I trust you.”

I gulp. “It’s not that. I…I just wanted to…tell you I…I love you. I…I mean I…”

“I love you too, Ro.” Peter replies with no hesitation. “I’ve always loved you.”

My cheeks heat up. “That works out then. So don’t die.”

He looks me in the eyes. “Not planning on it.”

“Just in case we don’t make it out of here, I needed you to know that.” I explain. “I love you, Peter Parker.”

“I love you too, Aurora Stark.” He echoes.

I place a soft kiss on his lips. “Be strong, okay?”

He nods. “Let’s do it.”

Despite my fear, I lower my hands down to his wounded side, trying to be as gentle as I can as I literally burn him.

Peter bites his lip, groaning in pain and wincing. “Sorry.”

I blink at him. “You’re sorry? I’m the one hurting you. Don’t you say you’re sorry.”

He lets out a pained laugh. “Fair enough.”

My stomach turns as I continue to work on him, feeling terribly guilty as I burn his skin. I absolutely hate hurting this sweet boy.

But thankfully, my work seems to pay off. The bleeding almost completely stops with enough effort on my part. I wrap the makeshift bandages around his side, hoping it’s enough to keep him safe for now.

“Thanks…” Peter breathes.

I kiss him harder this time, tears streaming down my face. I can’t hold it in anymore. “Don’t you dare die.”

“Thanks to you, I think my chances are better than before.” He says. “You’re a literal lifesaver, you know.”

“Jury’s still out.” I reply. “We’ll have to see. But you know what, I’ll stay optimistic for your sake.”

Peter takes my hand again. “Good.”

“Good.” I copy, laying on the floor beside him. “Stay alive.”

We lay on the floor together, neither of us knowing for sure what’s next. I just hope everyone else is alright and that we’re found soon. Maybe I should survey the area again.

I move to get up and Peter grabs my arm. “Where are you going?”

“I should fly up and see if I can find anyone and anything that will help us.” I tell him.

“I’m scared of you leaving.” He admits.

I kiss his cheek. “I’ll be right back.”

Leaving him there, I fly up into the air and see a hovering figure in the distance like a speck of red and gold. “Dad?!”

The figure turns to me, rocketing over and hugging me in the air. “Oh, thank God.”

I let myself extinguish, Dad holding me close to him as we stay in the air for a moment. “You’re okay! I wasn’t sure. God, I’m so glad you’re not dead.”

“I’m glad you’re not dead too, kiddo.” He says.

“You’ve gotta help Peter though, come on!” I exclaim, showing him the shack where the boy lies on the floor with his makeshift bandages nearly soaked through with blood. I’m unsure if I’ve even helped him at all.

“Mr. Stark…” Peter croaks weakly. “Boy, am I glad to see you.”

“Come on, kid. Let’s get you to SHIELD. There’s a base not far from here and it’s where everyone is regrouping.” Dad explains.

We quickly take Peter there where he is treated and I’m told my cauterization of his wound worked and significantly reduced blood loss. Thank God for that.

And with our love confessions still in our minds, Peter and I will not soon forget them. Even if it does make things a little awkward in a schoolyard kid kind of way.

I’m still shy to show my feelings to the boy, despite having kissed him. That life or death situation really pushed me to be bold.

And I guess it worked out, because Peter actually likes me the same way.

So maybe bad guys with guns can result in some oddly good things, including love confessions.

Let’s just hope we don’t have to deal with any more fighting for the foreseeable future. I’d like for things to be a bit calmer for once.

Plus, I’ve got a date with Peter Parker.

[starkerscoop]

Vacant Mind (Ch. 13)

Ch. 12

also on ao3

The tension between Peter and Tony was palpable.

The tower wasn’t far from the restaurant, but the distance seemed to stretch on the farther they walked. Peter took small peeks at Tony, trying to gauge how he was feeling. He was preparing to break the silence himself when Tony beat him to the punch.

“Peter,” Tony said slowly, as if hesitant to speak his mind. “Can I ask you something without you getting mad?” 

Peter cocked his head to the side. “Yes?” 

“Are you lying about not remembering Daniel?” At Peter’s disbelieving look, Tony shrugged. “You don’t have to spare my feelings. Whatever you two had, it’s in the past.” 

Peter drew in a long breath, gathering the few morsels of patience he had left. “I am not lying.”

“I was afraid you’d say that,” Tony admitted, teeth catching on his bottom lip. “I’d rather have you be a liar than an amnesiac.” 

“I’ll take that into consideration next time,” Peter grouched.

Tony released a soft sigh, vulnerable in a way he never usually allowed himself to be in public, whispering, “I don’t want you to forget me.” 

“That’s not possible,” Peter said resolutely, latching on to Tony’s hand where it hung limply at his side.

Tony didn’t say anything for a while, only tightening his grip on Peter. They were nearly at the tower when he asked, “Do you find Daniel attractive?” 

“Are you really jealous?” Peter raised his eyebrows skeptically, holding back a laugh that threatened to burst free at any moment.

Tony rolled his eyes. “I don’t get jealous.”

“So that’s a yes.” Peter smiled, squeezing his hand gently. “I don’t find him attractive, Tony.” 

Tony squinted at him. “You tried to ‘get in his pants’.”

“I was drunk,” Peter countered.

Tony pushed him away lightly. “The classic cheater’s excuse.” 

“We weren’t even together yet,” Peter said defensively. “And anyway, you said it yourself. It’s all in the past.” 

Tony frowned. “I did say that, didn’t I?” 

“You’re the one who gets nominated for sexiest man alive every year.” Peter reminded him. 

Sometimes, all it took to cheer Tony up was to stroke his ego.

Tony huffed cockily, squaring his shoulders. “He has nothing on me.” 

“Oh yeah.” Peter nodded along, snickering quietly. 

They entered the tower and made a beeline for the private elevator, which opened before they could press the button to call it, as if it was waiting for them. Peter aimed a grateful smile at FRIDAY’s nearest sensor and stepped in. The elevator was carrying them up when Tony’s phone buzzed in his pocket. 

Tony ignored it, watching the numbers rise on the screen that rested above the array of buttons. 

“Are you going to answer that?” Peter asked when the phone continued to vibrate insistently. 

Tony looked surprised. “Why would I? I’ve got great company already.” 

“It could be important,” Peter pointed out. 

“Your incoming call is from Dr. Stephen Strange, Boss.” FRIDAY pitched in helpfully. 

It was Peter’s turn to be surprised. “That guy has a phone? I thought that was against wizard law.”

“Who knows?” Tony shrugged. 

At Peter’s pointed look, Tony groaned, throwing his head back. “Fine. I’ll answer.” 

The elevator doors slid open just as Tony accepted the call, which connected to the speakers throughout the penthouse. Peter could listen in too. Tony wasn’t going to keep anything from him anyway. 

“Stark,” Stephen spoke through gritted teeth. “Why must you be so hard to reach?” 

Tony threw his hands up. “Do you know who you’re talking to? I’m a genius, billionaire, ex-playboy, philanthropist. A guy gets busy with so many titles.” 

Peter smiled to himself at Tony’s description. 

Stephen muttered something indiscernible under his breath before speaking up again. “I’ve got a sorcerer on the loose. Have you seen anything?” 

Tony hummed in interest. “No. What’s he up to?” 

“There’s a sorceress in the presidential cabinet. She keeps an eye on the rest of them and reports back to me if she notices anything that concerns the metaphysical. She’s my direct contact in the event that something world-ending is on the rise. I need you to keep that quiet.” Stephen’s voice was firm.

Tony glanced at Peter. Well, two could keep a secret. “What does she know?”

“The entire cabinet has been complaining of headaches, weakness, and confusion. She’s noticed a trace of magic around them.” 

Tony’s eyebrows furrowed. “Someone’s tampering with their health.” 

“Yes,” Stephen confirmed.

“So, why isn’t she experiencing the same thing?” Peter piped up.

Stephen stayed silent for a moment. “Parker’s here?” 

“He is and he’s not leaving.” Tony gestured for Peter, who was inching towards the door, to stay in the room. 

“I would expect nothing less,” Stephen said, annoyed. “My contact is resistant to the sorcerer’s magic. She’s more powerful than he is.” 

Tony figured it made sense. “How do you know it’s a guy?” 

“There’s about ten seconds of CCTV footage from the White House before all the cameras shorted out. I can send it over,” Stephen said.

Tony sank down onto his couch, grabbing a tablet from the coffee table. “He’s probably left DC by now. I’ll have FRIDAY scan for his face throughout the country. We have backdoor access to just about every camera, but it might take a while to find him.”

“I’m going to ignore how illegal that is. Thank you for the help.” Stephen forced out the words as if they physically pained him to say.

Tony grinned. “What’s one more task when you have a thousand?” 

Stephen hung up the phone and sent over the footage. Peter joined Tony on the couch, curling up next to him and peering at the tablet’s screen. The footage was dark and grainy; they could barely make out the man stalking through the carpeted hall, a cloak billowing behind him. The video ended before they could see where he was going. 

“What do you think he was doing?” Peter murmured, staring at the sorcerer’s vague outline. 

Tony shook his head. “Nothing good. Maybe he was planting something for the cabinet.” 

“Something that tampers with their health when they encounter it, so he doesn’t have to do it himself,” Peter mused. “It doesn’t sound too far-fetched.” 

Tony tossed aside the tablet. “I’ll have FRIDAY on the case, but she might not find anything. That wasn’t exactly 4K quality.”

“I’ll keep an eye out for anything suspicious,” Peter said.

Tony pursed his lips. “I’m more worried about you than David Copperfield. We still need to get you checked out.” 

“It’s too late now.” Peter nodded towards the windows, which revealed the darkened sky. “I’ll have to go tomorrow.” 

“I’m going with you.” Tony tugged him into his arms, feeling the need to be closer. “You better be okay, Parker.” 

“I always am.”

-

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[jgtespino]

terraria, revisited

It was always the mornings with Charles. Always the early hours when the sun was barely up, when the light outside my window seemed like it didn’t belong to the day just yet. Charles and I would meet there, in the stillness between waking and living, sitting behind our screens. I imagine that if someone looked through my window, they’d see me like a ghost—silent, pale from the glow of the monitor, eyes focused on something far away, even though everything that mattered was happening in a tiny box on the screen.

We played Terraria like it could save us. And in some ways, it did. It was 2018, and life was like a series of slow battles we didn’t want to fight but had no choice but to show up for. So, we built worlds instead. Or rather, we fled into them. Charles had a way of making it all feel real. I never told him, but I think we were playing more than a game back then. Maybe that’s why I always said yes when he asked, “Want to join my world?”—because it wasn’t just his world we were walking into. It was our escape route.

Charles was the kind of guy who never seemed afraid of failure. He’d charge headfirst into any boss fight, wielding weapons that barely made a dent, and I’d sit back, watching him get knocked out again and again. I used to think it was reckless, but now, years later, I realize it was hope disguised as bravery. It was Charles’s way of saying, We’ll get through this. It didn’t matter if we didn’t know what we were doing in the game—half of our time was spent googling strategies, searching for answers in forums written by people who had already survived what we were just starting. And yet, somehow, Charles made it feel like we had all the time in the world to figure it out.

That’s the thing with games, though. You get infinite do-overs. If you die, you respawn. If you lose, you can try again. There’s something addictive about that kind of control—knowing that no matter what happens, you’ll get another shot. I think that’s what kept us coming back. In Terraria, we could always rebuild. We could always start over.

Outside of the game, life didn’t offer the same kind of comfort. I don’t think we talked about it much, but I know Charles was carrying something heavy. Maybe that’s why we played for hours without saying a word about what was going on outside the screen. It was easier to talk about which ore to mine or how to craft better armor than to admit that, some days, we didn’t want to face the world outside our rooms.

But every now and then, in between battles with skeletons and slimes, we’d start talking. Real talking. The kind that you didn’t expect to happen when you signed into a game but somehow felt inevitable. We’d talk about dreams—about the kind of lives we wanted, the kind of people we hoped to become. I remember Charles once saying, “I don’t have friends here,” almost like it was a fact, like he had already resigned to that loneliness. But in that quiet space we shared, away from the noise of real life, it didn’t feel like loneliness. It felt like we were trying to keep each other company in the only way we knew how.

There’s something magical about the conversations you have in those in-between moments, when the rest of the world is asleep, and the only thing keeping you grounded is the presence of someone who understands. Charles was that for me. We talked about life like it was something we could shape with our own hands, even when we didn’t believe it.

Looking back, I think the game was never the point. We weren’t playing Terraria to win; we were playing to forget. Or maybe to remember. To remind ourselves that we were still here, still alive, even if we didn’t always feel it.

I don’t know where Charles is now. I imagine he’s still building things, still finding worlds to explore, still pushing forward even when the odds aren’t in his favor. But I hope, wherever he is, he knows that those mornings we spent together meant something. They were more than just a way to pass the time. They were a reminder that, even in the darkest times, we’re never truly alone.

And that’s the thing about people like Charles. They remind you that you don’t have to have it all figured out to keep moving forward. You just have to keep showing up. Even if it’s just to build a world out of pixels, one block at a time.

[lynn-writes-things]

till death do us part

• jjk men reacting to your death

ft: Gojo, Nanami, Geto, Toji, Yuji, Megumi, Toge, Yuta (no Sukuna cause truly I cannot picture him caring, sorry)

wc: 1.9k

cw: I’m sure you could gather this from the title, but death! specifically reader death! no details given, nothing explicit, just mentions of reader being dead and the boys dealin with it :( ALSO: mentions of blood + injury in Yuji’s ; mentions of major depressive episodes in Megumi’s ; mentions of disordered eating + alluded suicidal ideation in Yuta’s

Satoru Gojo:

Is it too sad to say that he’s starting to get used to people he loves dying? At least you weren’t killed by him. That’s a plus, he guesses. Gojo tries to keep face, he acts like he’s fine, like he didn’t just lose the love of his life. He still smiles and laughs, but it’s always forced. He visits your grave on a daily basis, usually at night, so no one sees him. Honestly, he talks to you like you’re still there - fills you in on all the gossip, all the latest missions, what he’s done today, etc. But he always, always tells you how much he loves you, how much he misses you. Poor guy is grateful for his blindfold, because if anyone were to catch him on his walk back and see how red and puffy his eyes were, he think he’d lose it. He curses the higher ups for sending you on such a dangerous mission alone. Curses himself for not going with you. Overtime, he’ll heal up, he’ll learn to be happy again.. but he has no idea what to do with the ring he never got to give you, though..

Kento Nanami:

He leaves again. Not for good, no, he has to track down the fucking curse that got the best of you. He’ll do it if it’s the last thing he ever does. And honestly? He’s gotten reckless with his fights. Nanami let’s his anger fuel his actions, which means his judgement is clouded, it makes him sloppy. He doesn’t care for his own life anymore, not if it means a life without you in it. Gojo pulls him out of action for awhile, but tells him that when they track down the curse, that Nanami will be the first to know (Gojo fully intends to go with him, whether Nanami wants him to or not). He doesn’t visit your grave every day, it’s too painful, but he does go at least 2-3 times a week. He cooks your favorite food, drinks your favorite wine, even though he’s always found it to be way too sweet. Your plants are always watered, hell he even buys plant food and does research just to make sure they stay alive - he just needs to keep some part of you alive with him.

Suguru Geto:

He becomes ruthless. His followers have never felt his wrath like this before, and honestly, it makes some of them want to leave. Geto will laugh if they try, because there’s no fucking way they’re leaving alive. Ever since Riko’s death, he’s felt so empty, full of despair. His confidence as a cult leader has always been a well crafted farce, a facade that he fronted expertly. But then you came along and brought him joy again. You taught him how to be soft again, to smile again, to laugh again. Geto loved you, wholly and completely, which is why he always kept you so close to him, always keeping an eye on you. Figures, the one time he brings you someplace with him, the one time he lets you go off by yourself for a few minutes, tragedy strikes, and he can’t save you. Watching the life leave your eyes right before his own, as he cradled your head to his chest, it’s a sight that he’ll never forget, no matter how badly he wishes that he could. That curse is the most vile one he’s ever had the displeasure of ingesting. Geto knows though, that very moment solidified it for him.. love is the cruelest curse of them all. And it’s one that can never truly be exorcized.

Toji Fushiguro:

Numb at first, honestly. The home you shared had never felt so empty before. He hates it. He wants to leave, never see this place again, but part of him won’t let him do that. Not yet, anyways. Ever since the death of his first wife, Toji had been lost to the darkness, he went back to his old ways with a vengeance, until you came around. You, with your vibrant personality and sweet smiles. You taught him how to love again. That there’s still light in this dark world, and you led him back to that light. It’s because of you that he was able to reconnect with Megumi, to actually have a family again. Toji loved you, he changed his ways for you, got a job that didn’t involve killing for you. He would’ve done absolutely anything for you. But now you’re gone, and he feels lost again. Megumi doesn’t let him go back to his old ways. He’s old enough to actually talk to his dad this time, and he does. Toji can’t bring himself to hurt his son again, not now. Sure, he does take up a couple “side jobs” here and there again, but he still tries to do right, for the most part. Megumi actually makes a deal with him - Toji might not be able to actually exorcise curses, but Megumi can. Together, they track the curse down, and avenge your death. It doesn’t offer much comfort, but having closure is better than not. At least it’s something.

Yuji Itadori:

When he finds out, it quite literally feels like the air has been stolen from his lungs. It hurts worse than having his heart ripped out (trust him, he knows). Doesn’t openly cry in public, save for a few tears. He’s in too much shock. When he’s alone in his dorm though? That’s when it hits him. He screams, yells incoherent curses, sobbing the entire time. His wall now has a couple new holes, but honestly, that wasn’t enough. He goes outside and ends up beating the shit out of a tree until his knuckles are all bloodied and broken. Megumi and Nobara find him like that, brought to his knees in front of that same tree and just sobbing into his bloody hands. After the initial outburst, he just goes numb. He doesn’t leave his dorm much unless he has to, Megumi or Nobara bring him food because he’s stopped getting it himself, they always sit with him while he eats just so they know he does eat. Even Sukuna can’t get a rise of him, it’s almost like Yuji doesn’t hear him at all, until he gets too tired and just replies “shut up,” or some halfhearted plea to be quiet, but his voice is quiet and entirely void of life. Now, Yuji’s no stranger to death. His parents died, his grandfather died right in front of him, but you dying hurt him in a way that he can never describe. To say he loved you didn’t even scratch the surface of it, Yuji adored you. He definitely goes in your dorm and grabs your clothes, including the hoodie you stole from him on your very first date. He kept it all long after they cleared out your dorm, just so he could have something that smelled like you to help him sleep at night.

Megumi Fushiguro:

Completely shuts down. Won’t even talk to anybody other than extremely basic responses. Inumaki says more than a devastated Megumi does. He has it bad, poor guy totally neglects himself, too lost in his own head to remember to practice proper hygiene every day. He can’t sleep, has no appetite to speak of, hell he barely drinks water until someone forces him to. Which they always do, someone checks up on him at least once a day, though Yuji and Nobara are a near constant presence. Surprising to no one, he gets extremely reckless on missions. He’s lost yet another person that he loves, what’s the point in being careful? He’s pulled from action for a while, Nanami suggests he go to counseling, but Megumi can’t see the point in it. It won’t bring you back. It’s not like with his sister, there’s no hope for you to wake up ever again. To be honest, Megumi gets very bitter. He’s angry. At the world for taking you away too soon, at the higher ups for sending you on a mission you weren’t equipped for, despite Gojo’s telling them that. Hell, Megumi is angry with you for dying. He tells you that much when he visits your grave, the first time that he went he was yelling at you for leaving him, he was cursing the entire world. That was the first time he actually cried over it. He broke down at your grave, Gojo found him sobbing in front of it, and did his best to actually support Megumi, to comfort him a bit, because Gojo does understand how it feels to lose someone you love too soon. Megumi doesn’t think he’s ever going to recover from this.

Toge Inumaki:

He just.. breaks. Shatters, really, like glass. He’s angry, pissed off, actually, because he knew something like this would happen. He fucking knew it, the second that they sent you on a mission alone. Hell, he pleaded with Gojo to let him go with you, but it was out of his hands. Inumaki had almost snuck off with you, almost fucking did it, higher ups be damned.. but he didn’t. He talked himself out of it, saying that he was acting crazy. You’re strong, you’d be fine.. so when he found out that you weren’t? He blamed himself for not going with you. Yuta is really the only person he wants to be around, because he knows that Yuta understands the pain he’s going through right now. Except you didn’t get to come back as a curse. Honestly, he knows he shouldn’t wish this, but he kinda wishes that you did come back as one. He just wants to be with you again. He wants to hear your laughter, to see your smile, feel your arms around him one last fucking time.. it’s not fair. On one of your first dates, you got matching bracelets with little riceball charms, and Toge never ever takes his off. When your matching one was returned to him, he took it to your grave and placed it there. It’s yours. At least this way, you’re still kind of connected, right? Even with his medicine, he couldn’t speak for a couple of days after he first visited your grave. No amount of begging you to “wake up” changed a thing, but he damn sure fucking tried..

Yuta Okkotsu: (god, can I even do this to him?)

Shuts himself away, locks the door and doesn’t like anyone in. He doesn’t leave to eat, but his friends always leave something outside of the door for him, texting him to let him know it’s there. He hardly actually eats any of it, but he pretends for their sake. No one questions why he’s been going through more garbage bags lately. He spirals, badly. Losing the second person he’s ever loved, after losing the first to an early death as well? It kills him. Why does everybody that he loves die? Is he cursed to have that be his fate? The isolation doesn’t help, he knows it makes it worse, but he can’t bring himself to stop it. Honestly, he briefly considers joining you, but he knows that Rika wouldn’t let him. His isolation only lasts so long before Gojo intervenes, forcing him out to socialize, even if Yuta is miserable the whole time. He’d be lying if he said it didn’t help distract him a bit. As much as he misses you, Yuta is glad that you didn’t come back as a curse. He finds some solace knowing that your soul gets to rest, rather than live in a way that he knows you’d hate. He hasn’t been sleeping much, and it shows when he falls asleep at your grave sight, his tears pooling below him. You come to him in the dream he has, and it both breaks and helps mend his poor heart when you tell him that you’re still watching over him. Yuta laughs a little when you start scolding him for how poorly he’s been treating himself, but he promises you that he’ll start doing better. And he does. He tries, for you.

[kryptonitejelly]

hello, thank you for all the blurbs you're putting out for us omg 😍🥰

i was wondering if you could write something where the reader is talking with the team, maybe with all of them maybe some, and they're discussing about how the reader is crazy about hotch and hotch accidentally overhears???

thank you!! 😍

A/N: you are welcome 🥰

“You were practically drooling.” Emily scoffs as you, her and JJ wait in line.

“I was not.” You defend yourself as you squint up at the boards behind the cashier. “Coffee or matcha?” You throw the question back to them both.

“Coffee.” Emily affirms, sliding past the both of you as the cashier beckons the three of you up to the counter, deciding for all of you. “We’ll have three tall iced lattes please.”

You each hand over your store value loaded cards to the cashier who processes them, before stepping towards the side to wait for your drinks.

“You were.” JJ picks up the conversation from before. “I don’t get why you still haven’t asked him out.”

“Because he is my boss, and I’m sure he doesn’t like me that way.” You sigh dramatically, while making a face.

“We’ve analysed this.”

“Who could forget the powerpoint slides filled with paparazzi photos.” You shake your head, feeling your face prickle with heat, as you recall the powerpoint slide which Penelope had put together of photos secretly taken by herself, Emily and JJ of you and Aaron across the span of the last six months, and which the trio had forced you to watch. It had been convincing, with a large portion of the photos showing you and Aaron locking eyes with each other, or each staring at the other when you thought each other weren’t looking, an adoring look adorning your faces, but the fact remained - he was your boss, and in your opinion, so out of your league, because the man was just divine, and not to mention one of the sweetest alive.

“Which should have convinced you.” JJ opines, to which you snort, and shake your head.

“He’ll never see me in that way,” you sigh as you run a hand through your hair, before exhaling loudly, punctuating the end of your sentence with a semi wail as your mind wander back to the image of Aaron walking into the office this morning decked out in a pair of dark jeans and a black polo, breaking dress code in light of the summer heat, “God guys, he is just so hot.”

“You could always just burst into his office and jump his bones.” Emily snickers as the three of you step forward to collect your coffees, JJ humming in agreement, barely containing her amusement.

“I wish.” You grumble to yourself as you stab the plastic lid with a straw. “He is perfect.” You let yourself sigh out again, your memory flickering back to the flight back on the jet two days ago, where you were on the brink of sleep, but not yet in the realm of slumber like he had thought, and had noticed him pulling the throw you always kept stashed in the jet across your shoulders to keep you warm.

You turn, lips closing in on the tip of the straw to take a sip of your coffee when your eyes land on the topic of your conversation, standing a few steps behind in the same coffee shop, waiting for his drink, arms crossed over his chest, hint of a smirk dancing at the corner of his lips, the outline of the muscles in his arms emphasised by the sleeves of the polo that drew tight around his bicep.

“H-hotch.” You manage to gasp out, your face flaming as you glance towards Emily and JJ who were failing to suppress their laughter, each with a huge grin on your face. “We’ll uh, see you back at the office.” You manage to squeak as you weave through a few customers, dashing past him.

“Do you think he heard everything?” You fly out of the coffee shop, your breathing erratic, panic in your eyes.

“Pretty sure he did.” Emily laughs, and you groan, reaching into your pocket to retrieve your phone which is buzzing against your leg.

“I’ll have to quit now.” You utter out, eyes still panicked as you look down at the text on your screen.

A.H. If you ever decide on asking me out, the answer would be yes.

You almost forget how to breathe.

[parkerslatte]

Risk and Reward

Steve Harrington x Fem!Reader

Word Count: 2.4k

Summary: Y/N and Steve don’t get along. Except when they are captured by Russians, some truths might just come out.

Warnings: injury

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In life, people dislike each other. It’s inevitable. People may have different interests, people may fit into a different crowd than one another, people may be rude - which is a valid reason to dislike someone. Despite most people having reasons to dislike someone, Y/N L/N and Steve Harrington had no reason to dislike each other, yet they did anyways.

The two always argued over the pettiest things, sometimes they would argue if one of them even looked the others way. It was hard for everyone around the pair to believe that they were even friends when they were younger. The two would try to avoid each other at all costs, however after being stuck in a Russian base, the two found themselves bickering even more than usual, much to Dustin, Robin and Erica’s dismay.

“Will you two stop your bickering!” Dustin exclaimed as the group ran away from the Russian soldiers, “We need to actually get out of here alive!”

“We’re not bickering!” Y/N shouted back, her legs ached as she kept her pace, “We’re simply disagreeing!”

“That’s one thing I can agree on!” Steve said as he knocked over a pile of plastic barrels, giving the group more time to run away.

The five of them ran into a room but the Russians weren’t too far behind. Steve leant against the door, trying his best to block the entrance while Dustin and Erica found a route to escape. 

“Guys through here!” Dustin yelled, “Let’s go!”

Steve, who was still trying to keep the door closed struggled more and more as the force of the pushing got too much for him to handle. In almost an instant, Y/N was right by his side, holding the door shut with him. The two shared a small glance, a slight look of surprise of Steve’s face as he wasn’t expecting Y/N to help him. 

However the force of the door was too strong with two people, Robin joined the duo to try and block the door while Dustin and Erica insisted that they leave. 

“Go get out of here!” Steve yelled as he, Y/N and Robin all struggled against the door. 

Dustin hesitated before saying some parting words to the trio, “I won’t forget you.”

“Go!” All three of them yelled as Dustin and Erica escaped through the vents. 

Just as the vent closed, the door was pushed in, causing Steve, Y/N and Robin t go tumbling to the ground. On the way down, Steve’s arm instinctively wrapped around Y/N, cushioning her fall, much to her surprise. 

The three stared up at the Russian guards, fear evident on their faces. The last thing Y/N saw out of the corner of her eye was Steve’s hand inching towards her before teh butt of a gun was brought down and she blacked out.

***

When Y/N came to, her vision was blurry and it took her time to adjust to her surroundings. Trying to move her arm to run her aching head, she found that she couldn’t. Looking down at her body, Y/N found herself bound to a chair. Trying to get out of her bounds, Y/N found her efforts to be of no use as they cut into her wrists. 

“You should stop before you hurt yourself.” A voice spoke, breaking the deafening silence. 

Looking up at the source of the voice, Y/N found Steve, bloodied and bruised.

“Oh my god,” Y/N says, in disbelief of what she saw, “What did they do to you?”

“It’s pretty obvious isn’t it,” Steve said, trying to be clever but when he noticed Y/N’s worried expression he dropped the demeanour immediately, “They think we’re spies and they’re trying to get information out of us.”

Y/N looked around the room for the third member of their group, “Where’s Robin?”

Steve shook his head, “I don’t know. She was taken into another room,” He answered, “They brought you in here after they did all of this?”

“Why would they bring her to another room but bring me in here with you?” Y/N questioned.

Steve opened his mouth slightly but closed it again once the door to the small room they were in swung open, two guards stepping in. 

“Good,” One of the guards said, “She’s awake.”

Before Y/N knew it a gun was pointed at her head making her panic immediately. Steve’s eyes widened as he struggled with his own bounds, trying to get over to Y/N. 

“I will ask you again,” The guard spoke slowly, “Who do you work for? Otherwise your pretty girlfriend here will get her brains blown out.”

Tears fell out of Y/N’s eyes at a rapid pace, so much so that Steve’s face became a blur. 

“I told you!” Steve said, panicking, “I work for scoops ahoy, I was the one who found the code and came down here. She wasn’t meant to be here, at all. Please let her go, she has nothing to do with this.”

Steve looked at Y/N’s face, he had never seen her look so scared before. 

“If you’re going to kill anyone, kill me,” Steve said, “Please, don’t hurt her.”

“Steve…” Y/N whispered to the boy sitting in front of her.

“Shoot her.” The guard ordered. 

“No!” Steve yelled as he struggled more and more, “Please, kill me instead, not her.”

The guard holding the gun simply cocked it before moving the gun so it was aimed just past Y/N before pulling the trigger. It was a blank.

The two guards walked out of the room leaving the two alone. Steve was breathing heavily while Y/N was trying to stop her years.

“Y/N, hey, look at me,” Steve says softly, “We’re gonna get out of here, okay? I’m gonna make sure that you get out of here safe. Some stupid Russian guards aren’t going to stop me.”

Y/N slowly nodded, her tears gradually slowing down, “We’ll get out of here.”

***

Y/N, Steve and Robin all slouched over the toilets in the bathroom, throwing up the remaining drug that was in their stomachs. Y/N zoned out as Robin and Steve began talking, instead opting to rest her head on her knees. 

Y/N hadn’t had a chance to think about what had happened in the Russian base. For the past hour she had been high as a kite and now everything that happened felt like it was suffocating her. 

The one thing that continued to swim through her mind was Steve and how willing he was to sacrifice his life for hers. Just before the two got captured they were in the middle of having an argument as usual. Y/N thought that Steve hated her but how he acted in the interrogation room said otherwise. 

“Y/N?” Steve spoke up, “You okay?”

“Yeah I’m okay.” Y/N answered, not lifting her head from her knees.

There was a brief moment of shuffling before Steve was in the same stall as Y/N. 

“Robin went to find Dustin and Erica.” Steve said as he slid down the stall wall to sit in front of her. The two of them are sitting extremely close. 

“Why did you do that earlier?” Y/N questioned, lifting her head up from her knees.

“Do what?” Steve said, confused.

“Steve, you were going to sacrifice your life for mine,” Y/N said, “You asked them to shoot you instead of me.”

“I did.” Steve replied.

“Why?” Y/N asked, her voice just above a whisper. 

“Do you know why you were brought into the room with me?” Steve asked, abiding the question Y/N sent his way, “They brought me in because I was asking what they had done with you. I was so worried about you, Y/N. I was obviously worried about Robin as well but I just couldn’t get you off my mind. I just thought of the worst possible possibilities of what they could've done to you.”

Steve’s eyes glistened with tears as he spoke, now avoiding Y/N’s stare by looking down at his lap.

“They kept saying that they would hurt you and I hated that,” Steve said, “They kept saying that you were dead. So when you were brought into that room I was so glad but when they actually threatened to shoot you - I don't know I panicked. I couldn’t let you get hurt.”

“Steve,” Y/N says softly, before reaching up to wipe a singular tear away, her hand lingering on his cheek, “I thought you hated me.”

“I could never hate you Y/N.” Steve said sincerely. 

“Then why have you acted like you have for the past four years.” Y/N questioned.

Steve sighed, “I was scared.”

“Scared how?”

“I was scared of my feelings. When we were fourteen I began to see you a different way. The things you did that used to annoy me, brightened my day. I used to hate how long you took to look presentable but then I began looking forward to what you did look like. I wanted to see you smile more because I swore it was the most beautiful thing in existence and your laugh was literal music to my ears.”

Y/N bit her lips slightly, taking in everything Steve was saying.

“I didn’t know what to do with these feelings so I took it out on you,” Steve says, “I was then mean to you, acted like I hated you. And I regret it every day since.”

“Why did you do it Steve?” Y/N questioned.

Steve finally looked Y/N in the eye again. She still looked as beautiful as always despite the cuts and bruises that littered her face. 

“Because I fell in love with you,” Steve said, hand’s cupping either side of Y/N’s face, “And I haven’t stopped loving you since.”

“What about Nancy?” Y/N asked.

“I loved Nancy but I wasn’t in love with her,” Steve says, “I didn’t love her the way I loved you. The way I still love you.”

Y/N fell silent as she took in Steve’s words. One part of her was expecting to wake up and still be in the Russian interrogation room, but the more logical part of her knew that this was real. Everything that Steve had said to her was real.

“You don’t have to say anything, I just-”

“Steve Harrington, you are an idiot,” Y/N says, “You were mean and pretended to hate me all of these years because you were scared of your feelings?”

Steve chuckled slightly, “When you put it that way it does sound very stupid.”

“Why didn’t you just talk to me?”

“I was scared of rejection. I wouldn’t be able to handle that rejection from you,” Steve said, “I thought by pretending to hate you would help me get over my feelings but in reality it just made them stronger.”

“You should have just talked to me.”

“I know, I know because-”

“No,” Y/N says, “You should’ve said something because I felt the same way.”

Steve looked dumbfounded, “What?”

“Why do you think I put more of an effort into my appearance? Why do you think I was suddenly so clingy to you, touching you almost every chance I got.” 

“I-I don’t know,” Steve said, “I just assumed-”

“Exactly, you assumed,” Y/N said, “You really should have spoken to me Steve.”

“I wish I did,” He says. “That will go down as the biggest regret of my life. Listen, if you just want to forget all about this, we can, we can go to not talking to each other. I just needed to get that off my chest, maybe it will help me get over you.”

“Steve-”

“We can just pretend that this never happened,” Steve says, “No one will really notice anything.”

“Steve!” Y/N said, cutting off his rambling, “I don’t want to pretend this never happened. You never asked me how I feel about you.”

Steve looked at her, a hopeful glint in his eye, “How do you feel about me?”

“I never stopped loving you, Steve.” Y/N admitted, “Even when we were at each other's throats, deep down I knew I still loved you.”

“You love me as well?” Steve said, a smile spreading across his face. 

“I do, you big idiot.” Y/N says, a smile appearing on her face.

“Good,” Steve said, “Great.”

The two looked at each other for a moment before Steve leaned forward connecting his lips with hers. Y/N switched her position so she was resting on her knees, leaning against Steve. Steve’s hands tangled in her hair as he pulled her impossibly close to her. Y/N’s hands gently cupped his face, careful not to touch any of his cuts or bruises.

Kissing Steve felt so right for Y/N. Their lips moulded together like they were always meant to be. The feeling of Steve’s hands roaming her body was like a cure for the dull ache that resided within it. Everywhere he touched felt okay again.

“Okay, what is happening here?” A voice spoke, causing Y/N and Steve to jump apart.

Dustin, Erica and Robin all stood in the door to the cubicle. Dustin with a confused look on his face, Erica with a disgusted one and Robin with a knowing one. 

“Henderson, give us a minute,” Steve said, ushering the boy to leave, “We’ll be out in a second.”

“You two better be out in a minute or I’m dragging you out myself.” Dustin warned the two before they left, leaving Y/N and Steve on their own once again.

Y/N and Steve looked at each other before they burst out laughing. Y/N’s head rested on his chest, as Steve’s arms wrapped around her.

“I missed you,” Y/N said, “So much.”

“I missed you as well,” Steve said, pecking her lips, “So much.”

Y/N smiled as she placed one more kiss on his lips before standing up, offering her hand to Steve.

“You ready to escape some evil Russians?” 

Steve grasped her hand as he got to his feet, intertwining their fingers as he did so, “Yes I am.”

“Guys come on!” Dustin yelled.

“You heard the kid,” Y/N said, “Lets’ go.”

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[bvttoneyes]

You're Alive?

Pairing: Vance Hopper X Fem! Reader

Requested: anonymous

Summary: Robin, Finney, and Vance all escape the grabber meanwhile you've given up all hope and moved on. The next day at school 3 kids that weren't there yesterday, you see Robin and your childhood best friend, Finney, and find out the 3 of them did escape.

(i was thinking of the 30th while writing this y’all 😭)

Warnings: Cussing, talking kidnapping, talking about scars and bruises, not proofread.

GIF IS NOT MINE, CREDIT TO WHO MADE IT!!

Of course, there were rumors, did you believe them? Not as much as you would like to. The rumor is, Robin, Finney, and Vance had escaped and are very much alive.

Obviously, a false rumor.

Obviously, people making a joke out of something very serious.

Right? What are you thinking? Obviously, that's right!

"MISS L/N! PAY ATTENTION TO THE LESSON!" Your math teacher screeched across the room.

"S-sorry sir, I just didn't sleep well last night... again." You admitted.

Ever since finding out that Vance was kidnapped, you felt obliged to stay awake. Wait for him to come to your home I guess. It got progressively worse when Robin and then Finney were taken.

You were slowly starting to move on from your now ex, Vance, and your childhood best friend, Finney, and another (newer) best friend, Robin.

You had to, you wouldn't ever forget them or fully move on, you just couldn't keep waiting on them. You mentally couldn't anymore. Thank Jesus this was the last class of the day.

Thankfully after another painful half hour, the bell rang and everyone was dismissed from class. Of course, everyone still talking about the false rumor. Not listening to the rumor just walking past them.

After about 16 minutes of walking, you were finally home. Unlocking the door and walking inside. After closing the door you threw your backpack on the couch. You would probably get yelled at by your parents about your dirty bag on their neat and clean furniture. That didn't matter right now though, what mattered was catching on sleep that you very much missed last night.

You were able to fall asleep quite quickly, which made you mad because of the dream you had, They did come back. In your dream, obviously.

You woke up to the wretched nightmare by your alarm. After getting ready you started walking you saw a kid with long hair that looked like Robin's and with a red and white bandana. It's fine, it's just a kid that has the same hairstyle and like the same headwear as Robin.

After walking to the school you get to homeroom. The empty seat that was taken by Finney which was right next to Donna, was now taken. By a kid that had a similar hairstyle to Finney's except it looked better. You went over to him, if it was Finney then you would hug and reunite. If not and it's someone else like a new kid or something, then just greet him!

Although it was a great plan, you were still nervous.

You swallowed your anxiety and got up to go to him.

You were flabbergasted. Finney?! You swore he was dead!

"Finney..?" You said barely audible, yet he still heard you and looked at you.

"Y/n!" He got out of his seat and hugged you.

"No, don't cry right now, do it later when you're in private" You kept saying in your head. Except when you started hugging back those thoughts left. You started crying.

"I thought you were dead dumbass," You said while hugging him tighter.

You could feel a smile on him as he let out a small laugh. Then, of course, the teacher walks in and starts class. You had to part but when class ended, you could bet that you, Finn, and Robin would walk in the halls.

While walking in the halls together you finally asked what has been on your mind for a while.

"Uh, guys? Uh, di-did Vance escape too..?" you asked.

"Oh, yeah! He did! Sorry I didn't tell you" Finny confirmed.

You were relieved at his statement, "Sorry to leave so soon but I really want to find him!"

You then left them, your next was ELA. You then remembered that you have this class with him. You walked into the class, and there he was in the back of the classroom paying no attention to his surroundings.

You walked up to him, "Uh, Vance..? I know you just got back but do you wanna skip th-"

"Hell yeah, let's go." He cut you off and grabbed your wrist dragging you out of the school to Grab 'N Go.

When you guys were finally there he didn't immediately go to Pinball, which was surprising for him.

"What did you want?" He asked with a not too pissy attitude.

Instead of answering with words, you hugged him tightly.

You then word vomited, "I'm sorry I wasn't able to help you, I was so scared you were dead though! I just couldn't live with myself and I couldn't sleep and I am so sorry I was a shitty girlfriend and couldn't help find you but I promise I could be a better friend-"

He cut you off with a kiss and a hug back.

"wha- does this mean you don't wanna be friends..?" You asked knowing the answer just wanting to hear him say it.

"You know what it means, shithead" He answered.

"I wanna hear it though," You said while smirking.

"Ugh, I wanna date again. Fucking asshole" He muttered under his breath.

You giggled then replied, " I wanna date again too"

He had a small smile while you hugged him again.