#I screamed really loud and my friends heard and attempted to catch it but it was too fast and vanished

[watery-melon-baller]

just had the worst fucking time. I wantEd to go to bed and my body was like hey :) what if we were nauseous for no reason :) and then I sat on the floor of the public dorm bathroom for 30 minutes in case I puked. I didn't. I never do I just feel misreable so I decided lemme try to go to bed sleep it off that usually works. Except I haven't folded my laundry yet and my PJs were in my laundry basked so I start rummaging around in there EXCEPT THERES A FUCMING SPIDER IN THERE. SPECIFICALLY ONE I SAW EARLERI TODAY WHEN I WAS EATING DINNER EXEPT IN MY LAUNDRY BASKET AND HE VANISHED INTO MY CLOYHES. grabbed a cup for capture and thankfully he crawled out of my clothes and I thought I captured him (it was very anxiety inducing and took like 3 minutes to slide a piece of paper underneath so I coikd move the cup) but like I took the cup outside shook it to release the spider but didn't see the spider on the ground OR in the cup but I also didn't see it on the laundry basket so who knows. Now I'm individually shaking all of my clothes out in case there's another one. And I'm still nauseous. Yay

[logansdoll]

Heyyy. Ok really cheesy but I’d like to request a Logan x reader friends to lovers where it’s like an accidental confession. Maybe someone makes fun of the reader and Logan without thinking about it just starts yelling and defending why the reader is great and everything he loves about her? Ik it’s a little OOC but maybe he gets so mad (as Wolverine does) that he gets all mushy without realizing lol. Thanks ❤️❤️

lotus

while on library duty, Logan overhears two girls talking shit about you... and corrects it quickly.

CW: sorry i went in a little different direction, suggestive, profanity, takes place during the timeline of the og X-Men, these girls are bitches, etc.

"I just don't get what's the big deal about her," Maya scoffed, resting her cheek in her palm as she thoughtlessly flipped through her biology textbook.

Talia nodded, glancing up from her notes with an excitement that screamed nothing to do.

"No, seriously," she agreed. "Like we get it... you can grow shit. Big deal."

That piqued Logan's interest.

With Jean and Scott off on a date, the professor away, and you and Ororo teaching a joint class, he was slapped with library duty—watching the kids during their scheduled study period.

Now, originally, he planned on simply plopping himself down in a corner and puffing his cigar, hoping to fall asleep and just ride out his sentence.

And he was halfway there, too.

But just as he was about to catch some Zs, his hearing picked up on a conversation between two older girls who seemed to be trash talking his girlfriend.

"Word," Maya turned the next page, a grimace settling on her face when she noticed the image of a flower.

One you were very vocal about liking.

"She won't shut up about these stupid lotus flowers either... Hey! Did you guys know that the lotus is considered sacred in many Eastern cultures? And it often symbolizes purity, beauty, and rebirth!"

Talia let out an obnoxious snicker, the impression not nearly as funny as what she was making it to be.

But maybe she just hated you that much...

"You sound just like her," she commended, very much amused. "Only she's always smiling. Like I've never seen her frown before... it's almost creepy."

"Seriously creepy. But Peter can't get enough of it... you know he has a crush on her, right?"

"Seriously?!"

Logan let out a quiet chuckle, tickled by the news.

He'd caught the boy staring at you during a few Danger Room sessions, but didn't think much of it, assuming he'd just caught him while he happened to be looking in your direction.

Oh, how wrong he was...

He couldn't wait to tell you later tonight.

"Mhmm. Half the boys at school nearly fall over themselves to make sure they're not late to her class... It's almost funny."

"Funny, my ass. Why'd it have to be Peter?" Talia huffed, tossing her pencil at the textbook in frustration. "She's not even that pretty. I've had dogs that look better than her."

Maya attempted to muffle a snicker, but Logan heard it loud and clear, his brows furrowing at the horrible comment.

"I'm serious. She puts up this whole nice and innocent act, but I bet she's a raging bitch behind closed doors."

That was it.

All the stuff before was just normal, teenage jealousy; something he'd—albeit reluctantly—let slide.

But calling you out of your name?

Insulting your character?

Comparing you to a dog?

A line had to be drawn.

"Tali, you can't say that," Maya chuckled, glancing around to make sure no one was listening.

"Like I care," she scoffed, rolling her eyes. "I'd tell it to her face if I ever got the chance. Just walk right up to her and say—"

"Say what?"

The girls nearly jumped out their skin, whipping around, only to be met by Logan's arched brow, the man leaning up against a bookshelf as he puffed on his cigar.

They were at a loss for words, unable to say anything under his imposing presence.

"Don't get shy now," he goaded, crossing his arms over his chest. "Go on. Tell me what you're gonna say to Dr. (l/n)."

The two were practically frozen, frantically glancing at each other for assistance, Logan's eyes flicking between the two expectantly.

"Nothing?" he hummed. "That's funny... 'cause you both seemed to have plenty of shit to say earlier."

Both their faces fell almost instantly, the color practically draining from Talia.

"You heard that?" Maya squeaked, her voice barely above a whisper.

"Every word," Logan nodded. "And what I managed to gather from it was that you both just can't stand her because she's kind, passionate, pretty, and beloved."

He listed each trait off on his fingers, glancing at the two for confirmation.

"How's that? Am I in the ballpark?"

They remained silent, hanging their heads in embarrassment as Logan's confrontation had garnered the attention of the whole library.

"Well, then, how's this..." he pulled the cigar out his mouth. "I'll let you both off this time with a warning... but if I catch either of you trash talkin' anybody again, teacher or student, you're grounded."

"'Til when?" Talia asked, nervously.

"'Til I tell you you're not."

The end of day bell punctuated his statement, a flourish of shutting books and closing pencil cases muffling the girls' sighs of relief.

"Now get outta here."

He had never seen two students pack up so fast.

They were gone in T-minus ten, and once the library was cleared out, Logan allowed himself to sit down, letting out his own sigh.

He could've tore into them infinitely worse—and he honestly wanted to for that dog comment—but he figured that was the right, and legal, amount for a teacher.

But even still...

'I dunno how a girl who can only float two inches off the ground is talkin' about (n/n) havin' a shitty power...'

[tainted-liquor]

'High Score!'✰⋆⁺

Earth42!Miles Morales x BlackFem!Reader TWs: N word usage, making out, cussing, and I think thats it! Ingredients: Sugar, Kisses, smiles, and lemon zest! (Fluff + suggestive) W/C: 1.2k A/N: You, Miles, and your friends all decide to play laser tag at the mall! Unfortunately for you, your trigger-happy boyfriend doesn't really care for laser tag.

The loud electro-dance music burst through the surround-sound speakers, the floor vibrating as you bit back hushed giggles. You, Miles, and all of your friends decided to get together a week before to play some laser tag. So here you were now, pressed up against the wall as you guarded your chest in an attempt to conceal your hitbox as you peeked your head around the corner. Your friend Daniella had been giggling and yelling, having been 'shot' by your friend Pierston. One down, and six more to go.

Even though you all agreed that it was all just for fun, everyone had gotten extremely competitive the moment those faux vault doors opened, everyone running in different directions for cover. You knew you had this shit in the bag, but there was just one person you knew for a FACT you didn't wanna get into a showdown with. Your boyfriend, Miles. From the moment everyone was released, he was absolutely nowhere to be found. While everyone was panting, rolling on the floor, dodging and weaving between walls, there was no trace of him anywhere.

You gently shook the lingering anxiety away as you slowly made your way to a different hiding spot after noticing Daniella's wide-eyed stare and the subtle point she gave you as she took her walk of shame back to the waiting room. Snitch. You got down on the ground, shimmying over to a small hedge, and leaned back, slowly extending your head around the corner to see if you had been followed. You covered your mouth as you heard Ganke yell out the highest, shrillest, girly scream you think you've ever heard. As you hear a couple of rogue giggles, you quickly apply more pressure to not give away your location, frantic thumps, and heavy footsteps begin to echo throughout the room, indicating everyone's desperate attempts to conceal themselves from whatever predator was following them.

"BRING THAT ASS HERE, BOUL!" You hear Kalias shout through maniacal laughter.

"NO PLEASE! C'MON MAN, I JUST GOT HERE YOU'RE GONNA MAKE ME CREASE MY SHOES." Ganke yells as the footsteps get louder before a low buzz and a loud yelp of disappointment was heard from poor Ganke.

The room erupts with laughter as everyone jumps out, the desperation to catch each other finally attaching itself to most of the group. You take a deep breath, preparing to leave your hiding spot and join the adrenaline-fed gunfight, laughing loudly before being sharply cut off by the feeling of a strong hand pulling you backward. You yelp loudly as you look up, seeing Miles point his laser gun directly at your hitbox with an absolutely evil grin.

"What's good, Mami?" he mumbles as he literally presses you with a toy gun, wrapping his free arm around your lower waist. His smug grin turned into a full-fledged beam full of nothing but pure mischief. The small enclosure was loud, filled with upbeat techno, ray-gun pews, hysterical giggles, and the occasional shout or two. He lowered his laser gun, gently tucking it onto the orange and black belt buckle that came with the vest, pressing his finger to his lips as he watches your eyes widen. "Shhh, cuz I'll blast you back to that damn waiting room right now."

You roll your eyes as you smirk, pretending to be annoyed by his actions as he attempts to pull you impossibly closer. "Where have you been this entire time? I haven't seen or heard you even once." You whisper as you turn your head to the side in confusion. He chuckled lowly as he peeked around the corner, watching the chaos unfold as everyone chases each other around the arena. He shrugged before hoisting you up by the back of your thighs, gasping quietly as he supported all of your body weight with both of his hands. He places a series of careful kisses on your face before capturing your lips in a deep passionate kiss.

"'m waitin' for these niggas to start fearing for they lives..." He mumbled as he broke the kiss briefly. "Then when they start runnin' like rats, i'ma blast they asses back to the lobby" he pants as he continues to kiss you, slowly turning into a make-out session behind the faux wall. Your brows furrowed as he recited his plan, a playful smirk forming on your lips at the thought of how competitive he was being from afar. You laced both arms around his neck, playing with one of the braids that lay on the back of his head. You took this as an opportunity to link your ankles around his hips for extra support.

Any thought of being tagged by your friends dissipated as you melted into your boyfriend's secure hold. He gave you one final peck on the cheek before gently placing you back on your feet, shooting you a wink before grabbing his ray gun and almost immediately disappearing into the arena.

"OH SHIT RUN IT'S MILES!" you hear Jasmine screech before a string of buzzers rings throughout the arena. You silently admired how he seemingly glided through the room, landing perfect shots on your friends' hitboxes in what felt like 5 minutes. He had unexplainably great agility and near-damn perfect aim. Yeah, he was in basketball for a little bit back at school, but his remarkable reaction time and inhumane ability to dodge remained unaccounted for. Regardless of what you thought, you watched him work his magic, successfully sending our remaining six friends back to the lobby with an absolutely maddened expression.

He stuffed his gun back in his belt buckle before turning in your direction, that same devilish grin formulating itself on his lips as he raises his arms up. "Mami! 1v1 me!" He shouts. Your heart dropped into your stomach at the words, going back to the very first thought you had when the doors first permitted you into the arena. But regardless, you shrugged and walked out with both hands on your heavy metal ray gun, slowly approaching him as you pointed it at his vest. He gave you a nod, keeping his hands up as the final buzzer sounded, LED lights turning red all throughout the arena as he gave you a small smirk.

"Oh no! She got me!" He shouted. You suddenly realized he never intended on actually fighting you, and that he only wanted to rack up a high score and then go home to have something to brag about. All that yelling about a 1v1 and the 'showdown' you two had was just bluff so the rest of the group didn't think you were cheating. You burst out into laughter, pulling him into a tight hug as the vault doors opened up again, allowing a new wave of people to pass through as Miles wrapped his arm around your shoulder.

"She won." He shrugged, the ghost of a devilish grin still present on his face as your friends let out noises of shock.

"Ain't no way you lost to your girl, Miles." Daniella laughed as Miles shot her a rather rude glare.

"Girl shut the fuck up, you was the first to leave the premises." He spat.

You all spent the rest of the afternoon at the mall, clowning Miles on how he "lost to his girlfriend." Amidst all the talking and jokes, however, he shot you another wink you would have missed if you blinked.

[juelzsstuff]

Can u pls do armin, hange, mikasa and levi x a depressed reader

YES I CAN

i can try. okay i can attempt

AOT CHARACTERS X DEPRESSED READER ft. armin, hange, mikasa, levi.

TW WARNING: self harm (non descriptive, don't relapse on me babez) depression, not eating (im serious) lack of sleep, thoughts of self induced not alive. no smut or anything just fwiends. i want to say most of these are gathered from stories of my own experience. if you don't like it please do not read it.

(f!reader! implied in hanges) your days in the scout regiment were hard, grueling, hopelessly doomed. the initial adrenaline of joining has worn off, you've seen unspeakable things and as of late you can't seem to find the energy anymore.

Armin

everyday was the same. wake up, train, meals, missions, failure, embarrassment, loneliness, sleep, repeat. today is no different you got dressed, went to the mess hall and sat beside a group of people without any words to speak and ate some kind of food you couldn't really taste. you got up and headed to the training grounds, the air outside as fresh as the old stale air of the barracks, the sun beaming down on you and your comrades the same way it does every other day, screaming at you with its light. you don't bother looking around anymore to count how many soldiers their were compared to the mission the day before. today though you stand to a blonde boy due to the missing comrades you once stood next to, you're sure you've seen him before with his two friends but his name left your mind, you didn't bother to look at him. you didn't want to know his face just to soon one day not see it ever again. you listened to the commander preach about the mission that day beyond the wall, his voice loud and somehow far away. you got the basic idea and headed out to the stables in the crowd of scouts.

you stay in formation listening to the gallop of horses surrounding you, listening to the ring of green flares burst into the air. red smoke fills the sky one after another. a titan. you heard it before you saw it. sprinting in from the left, since when was that blonde haired boy next to you? you wondered before veering off to the right per instructions. the vile creature still sprinting, leaping, toward you, you look back and thought shoots through your mind. go straight do not turn. a dark malicious vision of your end flashes with it. you slowed your horse without thinking and starting turning to your original path. the titan starting to change course and catch up with you, feared stung through your body, your mind fighting with instinct to turn back but it's too weak. day after day of feeling so heavy and hopeless takes a toll, memories flash in your mind of sitting alone, giving up on talking to others because the words never came out right. you hear something in the distance, a change in the pattern of galloping and signals being fired off and it snaps you head to look at it. it's the blonde boy and he's looking at you..... is he saying something? no he's screaming something. your ears and senses shoot you back to reality and you hear him scream, "y/n come back what are doing?!". he knows your name? when did you ever tell him that? before you can think you're heading back to the formation and the familiar ring of metal zipping around you attaches to the titan and two scouts take it down. silent small tears stream down your face and you pull your hood over your head not daring to look at the boy who's glancing at you.

the mission is over and you're walking back to the mess hall alone to eat whatever it is you're fed and something grabs your arm, you turn quickly to be met with a concerned face. it's the blonde boy, his eyebrows are knit together and his eyes are filled with worry. you look up at him, "hm?" "what the hell was that?" he says low and almost a whisper. "i panicked that's all", your voice sounded strange, in fact, when was the last time you even heard it? "don't lie, i see you everyday. i know that look" his grip on your arm tightening "why do you want to do that? why don't you talk to anyone or even look at anyone". you stare at him in shock, how did he notice? what do i say? his eyes meeting yours and suddenly yours are now burning and starting to water. shit. "i just.... i don't want to do this anymore, not this..... or anything else" the silent tears pour down your face and his eyes widen and he lets go of your arm. "im sorry" he mumbles and he pauses with a deep breath "i understand". he understands? dead fills your arms. you look up at him to say something but you can't. "i-" before you can finish your words he steps towards you and pulls you into a hug. you don't fight it but you don't hug back and yet he doesn't let go. it's not a hug of anything ill intended but one of understanding and care, the weight on your arms lift ever so slightly and the pit in your stomach lessens. here you are with a complete stranger hugging you in the middle of a empty hallway and yet he's saying he sees you and he understands. you don't bother doubting him, and suddenly the thought of not being alone this whole time washes through you. you've always watched and listened as scouts will comfort and spill their thoughts to each other like this but now it's happening for you. you lift your arms and lightly put them on his, a sad attempt for a hug but you're trying. it only lasted for a moment before he lets go and steps back. you look down sniffling before he speaks, "would you want to um... sit with me and my friends at dinner?". is he really asking me this? you wonder why he'd want to invite you of all people but you nod yes anyway. during dinner he introduces his two friends and himself, catching that you probably never knew who he was. you listen and say hello before going back to your food, taking bites that tasted slightly different, better even. you listens to them laugh and even breath out one yourself. today was different. today was better.

Hange

you roll out of bed with memories of yesterdays mission fresh on your mind. recalling the tragedy and suffering. you slept like shit. that's the only way to explain it, maybe an hour at most but the world does not stop turning for lack of sleep. you scrambled around on the floor for your white button down, brown pants, and beige jacket. you slapped them on and snatched the report from off of your desk. the headache never stopped, your eyes closed whenever they could be, not finding enough reason to look around when you didn't have to. you roam down the familiar halls, dragging your feet and listening to the noise. it took 32 steps and a right turn to get to hanges office, you braced yourself before knocking. god why did everything hurt even something as simple as knocking was such a annoyance. you knocked anyway and the thick wood of the door sent the feeling through your hand. you shake it out and put on a acceptable face. "come in", you walk in to see hange sitting at her desk. it was was a mess per usual, a microscope neatly in the middle with papers scattered everywhere else. "hello hange, i've got more papers for you" your voice rasp from lack of sleep. hange was the same age as you, infact her village wasn't far from yours growing up but you joined the scouts about five years later than her. "ah thankyou y/n! i'm drowning over here...hey do you think you could miss a few reports? i won't tell erwin" she says with such enthusiasm you're not even sure if she's joking. you laugh anyway "maybe ill just start summing them up to a couple words then, i bet erwin would love that". "she chimes back with something but you're too out of breath to think about it, why is everything so hard. even breathing is exhausting at this point. you sigh trying to get more air, the muscles around your lungs are constantly constricted. "is something bothering you y/n"? you blink at her "oh no not at all just taking a deep breath, my lungs are giving out on me" you force a chuckle because it's probably the truth but she doesn't need to know that. she speaks up "hm you aren't sick are you?" "no i think i must just be tired" you look at her and she's staring back with suspicion. "i get pretty tired too you know, i like to burry my head in my research for the truth on titans, it's a nice distraction" she smiles. "how's that going by the way?" you ask contemplating if she's talking about being more than "just tired". "to be honest i don't think i will ever come up with anything but that's not the point of it. having something to do is good for the soul!" she softens her voice, "when im feeling...tired i find going out for walks are nice too, plus a bottle of wine never hurt anyone" she shrugs with a laugh. you laugh with her even through it hurts from the muscles that will never not be sore, you don't have any drinking buddies or yk buddies at all for that matter and drinking alone in your room is a little too close to admitting defeat. you keep yourself together, "well if you ever need a drinking partner i would be happy to chat and get shit faced with you" you smile as she responds with a promise to take you up on that. they weren't many women in the scouts around your age other than hange and a few others that you never seemed to click with. you head out the door and give a wave before continuing on with you day.

night finally rolls around and you get to do your favorite thing. sleep. it's never great and honestly it sucks. nightmares and thoughts of the day always flood your precious time alone but for at least an hour, if you're lucky there is peace even if you aren't conscious for it. you peel off your clothes and change into another set. a white dress.....thing. it covered what it needed to and it was atrocious to look at but it did the job and you had a pair of beige shorts that were fuzzy on the outside from some animal. they were your favorite. finally you lay down in your bed and close your eyes, just as they close you hear a thunk at the door, a loud one at that followed by a quick "ow". you sit up, your back aching and your feet feeling like nothing but bones as you stand and walk over to the door. why? by the walls who wants something from me? you open the door to see hange?! she's wearing some clothes similar to yours, a white shirt and long beige pants and she's holding.....is that wine? uh oh. "hey y/n! why is your door locked? are you afraid of the dark?" she teased and you gave a giggle back. "yes absolutely and crazy ladies with bottles of wine on the middle of the night . what are you doing here?". she smiles and grabs your arm and drags you down the halls. this is not the usual slow 32 steps you take everyday to either destination and it hurts like 10 less steps more than usual. we are walking way too fast. i did NOT mentally prepare for this.

she brings the two of you outside to a camp fire out in the grounds and makes you plop down on a log adjacent to her on her log. you gasp trying to catch your breath inconspicuously, your entire body screaming to go back to bed . "did we have to run here? sweet ymir, hange how did you get all this wine?!" she lets out a short manic laugh and tells the story of how she made moblit steal it for her while she started the fire. "i told you id take you up on the offer" you remember your conversation from earlier. she's never done anything like this? embarrassment crawls up on you as you recall the two of you talking about being tired. you'll never admit what it truly is, the unshakable tired, the sore muscles, the closed eyes anytime possible, never talking unless spoken to. life was incredibly dull. so tiring. aimless. no partner. no friends. no joy. why do i even keep go..... you shut out the thought as soon as it comes. refuse to believe it. hange pops open the first bottle, you look around for a glass but before you can question it she shoves it towards you and pops open her own."moblit was very against this always nagging at me" she imitates his voice "'oh it's not good for you, hange wait what if you get caught' all that nonsense" you chuckle "i can the poor man losing it already" she laughs and you two continue taking gulps of wine with fuzzy heads. as the night goes on the two of you talk titans, missions, the people you miss, the people you don't, steamy scout experiences from old times in the barracks had the two of you howling laughing and cringing from horrible experiences now. you gossiped and talked about the thing you wouldn't except and she talking about the same, you took turns dancing and sang horrible tunes from bards for one another. eventually the sun came up and the two of you were passed out on the same log where moblit assembled captain levi to help carry the two of you back to your room. when morning came they day felt calm but was instantly interrupted by memories of last night and a new type of headache. a improvement nonetheless. you ending up holding back hanges hair as she spewed her guts in your bathroom before taking turns. a horrible display but a new best friend and better days followed.

Mikasa

the two of you were top of the class. essentially acquaintances nothing more, you sat together at lunch and throughout training as per command. everyone was paired together with a main "buddy" when not on missions. you two were paired together because everyone else had chosen, you overheard eren be angry with mikasa for whatever reason and he chose armin out of spite so you went up to her both with last resorts. you left her alone when you could, you didn't know eren or armin and all the other people you at least knew the name of had groups. alone essentially. it was hard and isolating, the highlight of your day was whenever someone was forced to speak to you. your family was turned into titans along with connie's parents, you two were from the same village but never spoke never bonded over it. connie seemed to recover okay, everytime you saw him he was laughing and chatting with sasha and jean, maybe because his mom had a chance still. your family did not, they weren't the nicest people to begin with but you had a little sister, she was only six at the time. it's hard to get over something like that, staying up at night thinking of what she must look like. is she tall? a low class meter? does she even move? where was she? is she scared? you parents could rot in hell, you always took care of her, little marie, the cutest thing ever. now all you could do was think of her, the pain in your heart was immense ever since the day you found out. the urge to eat wasn't there anymore, the grass was no longer green, killing titans made you sick especially the smaller ones. you didn't sleep much, you didn't eat much, you didn't talk much and there's wasn't much to make you smile.

tonight you went to dinner just like every other night, you thanked the people who cooked it, scanned the room for mikasa and sat next to her. you were missing a tray, for the third night in a row. no one ever noticed and you ate when you had the stomach for it. you listened to armin and eren argue about the walls and the ocean of fire or whatever it was they talked about. they talked about other scouts and how to improve while stuffing their face, you watched them today was bread and some suspicious meat. not enticing enough, you thought of marie and how maybe you could've spoke with her too like they did. eren and armin walked off with their tray and mikasa went with them. you sat alone and sighed from the weight on your chest and the thoughts in your mind. is she okay? does she remember me? i miss her and her cute curly tendrils of black hair and little yellow dress, how she would pick weeds and call them flowers. she didn't deserv- a tray slapped down in front of you and mikasa came back with hers. your head snapped to look at her, she looked angry and perfectly calm all at the same time. "eat" she said flatly. you blinked "oh im really not that hungry" you tried to convince her but prepared for her to spit back. "eat it or im going to make you. i'm not going anywhere till you do and i don't think either of us want to be embarrassed" she was deadly serious. "i'm really not hungry mikasa" she glared her eyes and picked up a spoon and threw it in front of you, "you haven't eaten in three days y/n. you getting too skinny, you won't be able to fight ti-...... you won't be able to train if you're any more of a stick than you already are. you will end up sick". you noticed her shift in words, did she know? i wasn't any skinnier than her was i? she seemed to read your thoughts, "if you get any skinnier than you won't be able to pick up a sword and you'll look like floch" she pointed to the gangly boy who's build was almost scary......wait was she saying i'll look like a boy. you picked up the spoon and held it. she stared before looking away and started eating herself not looking back. you blocked out the thoughts that haunted your brain about your sister, though your heart weighed so heavily you had tears in your eyes and your hand shook but you shoveled some gloop into your mouth. it tasted like nothing before it turned into something great, you didn't realize how hungry you actually were. the mystery food was warm and savory, you didn't stop until the plate was clear. in 10 minutes your body strengthened and you burped and tried to cover it up, embarrassed. mikasa let out a chuckle and looked around before burping quietly herself. no way she just did that. you held back a laugh trying to keep food in your mouth. she spoke, "i'm sorry i was rude but i thought you were gonna die if you didn't eat something soon enough". you sat there and swallowed your food and whispered, "thankyou".

the dining area had cleared out and she asked the question she was dying to know. "so you were from connie's village?". the gloop was coming back up and you covered your mouth. her eyes widened and she apologized quickly and shoved more food into her mouth. you swallowed back you bile and spoke, "i had a sister, i took care of her all the time. she had hair like yours but hers curled on the ends but your eyes are similar too" you managed a smile. she really did resemble mikasa and that was nice. "i didn't have any siblings just eren and armin, brothers i guess but no sisters". she blushed for a unknown reason to you,"i um i don't know if this is weird but sometimes i think we are friends like that, like sisters". a warmth spreads through you for the first time in months. she really feels that way? about me? "that makes me happy" you whisper out while you wipe tears. "stop making me cry mikasa" you give her a nudge and she smiles. "i don't know what it's like having a sister of course" she said again, she must be nervous about what she said. you spoke up, "they force each other to do things they don't want to because it's good for them, they fight and braid each others hair too tightly, pick weeds and pretend their flowers". you smiled and leaned on her. "you fit the role pretty well if you ask me". she smiles and asks if you can try to braid her hair because she never learned how. you agreed. later that night you told mikasa about your little sister and your old life, you ranted about not talking to anyone and how boring it was, you told her you were grateful and she said she was too. by then end she had two perfect braids and you had one scrambled attempt of one.

Levi

the years of being a scout had taken its toll, you were surrounded by people who you called your friends and lived your life as well as anyone else. in public anyway. when you were alone the mask would fall and the all consuming darkness would take over. you were numb to the things you once spilled tears over, the whole had gone gray but you pushed on through the misery. over the years bad habits had developed, teeth went unclean, baths were longer than allowed, you were always too early to events, stressing over insignificant things. the worst habit of all you hid like a addict, no one knew and that was okay with you. it wasn't meant to be seen, it was purely just for you and you alone. though sometimes you'd wished deep down that just maybe there was someone else who would know what's going on, a silent cry for help but that was illogical. regardless of that it was how you coped and you had accepted that, a way to get out of bed in the morning, to accept the fall of your comrades, to stop yourself from losing your shit before a event.

night had fallen after a long mission with the recon team. dinner in the mess hall was filled with small jokes and picking around at food and gossiping around per usual, nothing strange, you filled out your report for the captain and turned it in earlier, all that was left now was to go to bed. the thought was tiring enough, the feeling of longing to stay and chat with everyone lingered hard on your heart but the world doesn't stop turning for things like that in fact it even spins faster it seemed. everyone had trickled off into the dorms and you decided you should go too. walking down the familiar hallways to your cadet core dorm. maybe tonight everyone will stay up talking, that was your favorite. to hear others laugh and to know their outlook on life had not turned sour. on your way there someone stopped you, grabbing your arm. your faced twisted into something sour and your arm went limp trying to stop that pain. "hey what the-" you turn and see the captain, he's staring with a certain flat look on his face. he let go immediately and spoke "i need to talk to you about your report, you're missing key points". your eyes widen, why is he looking at you like that and what could you have missed. you feel your shirt start to stick to your arm where he grabbed. shit. you salute with the wrong arm to put it behind your back, "yes captain" you begin to follow him through the halls. uh oh. uh ohhhhh. once you reach his personal office, you sit in the chair by his desk and he sits across from you. "so you are missing the armory report, i've noticed it on a few other reports you've done". he slides you a paper and points at it,"it should be written in here other than that the reports are perfect". you smile and thank him for notifying you but this whole thing was just embarrassing. "am i free to go now?". "no not yet" he said sternly and so you sat waiting before he spoke again, "you are injured. you need to go to the infirmary immediately". you eyes widen you've been caught? but how did he know just from that? you speak up, "oh it's really nothing i already had it looked at, my odm gear got too hot and the wire stung me a bit. it happens" you smile through your lie. he does not buy it one bit and the two of you stare as you keep your arm pressed to your side. he sighs and speaks again,"let me look at it then if you won't go yourself". panic struck through you, you've never gone against a word he had said you were a soldier after all. filling orders was your only ask. your heart was racing trying to think of something, anything at all. "it- it's really okay sir, i should really go". that alone would have you running laps till the sun came up but he stared at you angrily. he dug through a drawer in his desk and pulled out some gauze and water in a canteen. " i won't question how it's there but that story is bs, don't lie to me again because i already know. let me do it or do it yourself but im not going anywhere till it's done". you fight back tears, mortified. why was he doing this? you reached for the supplies with shaky hands and said you'll do it yourself. he watched you take it and closed his eyes while he spoke, "i won't look". you were incredibly grateful, and let out a shaky "thankyou". you cleaned and bandaged yourself and took deep breathes to calm your nerves. the embarrassment was immense. his eyes still close as he spoke, "don't be embarrassed, it's not that uncommon. i just couldn't bare to see it anymore y/n. you're very bright and the thought of you doing.....that, made me sick". you've known the captain for years but he only spoke a few times and occasionally he'd ruffle your hair or reprehend you for sneaking into the kitchen or being too reckless. the two of you had a unspoken bond, he cared deeply like a family member would. "i'm sorry captain". you looked up at him to see sorrow in his eyes and you started crying, hard. the tears wouldn't stop and you barley noticed when he walked over and put a hand on your shoulder. "it's so hard" you said in between tears. "i know y/n, i know".

he knelt down to look at you and inspect your first aid skills. "you can't do this anymore, okay?". you sniffled and looked up at him, "okay i won't, i promise". he stood back up and smoothed your hair, "good....if you ever need someone to talk to don't be afraid to ask me. i understand more than you know". that only nearly shattered your heart again but you didn't want to disappoint him so from then on you kept your promise and confided in him about trivial things you usually kept locked away and about the harder things. some days he would talk to, sharing stories and trying his best at a joke. on nights when you couldn't sleep he'd let you pass out in his chair while he worked on the other side of the desk, before helping you to your dorm for the night.

[t4kalcvr]

VAMOS A BAILAR — k. tsukishima smau

⋆ ˚｡⋆୨୧˚ S1, EP 12 . te apoyare

“Y/NNIE!!!!” amidst the sound of your heavy breathing, you heard a loud scream around you.

as you pivoted, you stole a quick glance over your shoulder, while keeping your hands poised just above your knees.

“satori!!” you puffed out.

“youre doing so good y/nnie! i didn’t know you were so fast. i mean i knew because of elementary and then we separated but—” you began to sort of space out, hearing tendou go on his daily tangent, but not quite listening.

“sweetheart?” his velvety voice resonated so close to you that it felt as though he was speaking directly into your ear.

you were startled a bit as you jumped, “jesus–sorry tennie! was just thinking about my splits,” you wiped some sweat dripping down your neck, “i gotta do some more warms up!” you tried to excuse yourself, “gotta keep the legs warm,” you did a little jog in place to really sell the excuse.

tendou let out a soft chuckle, “okay cutie pie,” he ruffled your hair, “yo mira arriba por tu,” he spoke with a hidden lisp.

you bursted out laughing, “what did you say?” you smile up at him.

“well,” he crossed his arms, “i WAS TRYING to say i’ll watch from above, but i have missed more than a few of my duo lingo sessions,” he bites the inside of his cheek.

you let out another good chuckle before taking a breath, “mirare desde arriba,” You corrected him before giving him a pat on the back and then hurrying off to the center of the track field.

tendou stood there with a small grin on his face, his eyes reflecting a mix of amusement and contemplation—he released a deep, heavy sigh, burdened by the weight of his thoughts, yet still wearing that dreamy smile, “te apoyare,” he spoke in a low voice as he rested his body weight on the fence in front of him.

“y/n,” you heard a voice from behind you.

you turned around, why can’t i just take a few to breathe, the thought crossed your mind.

"hello," you spoke before even catching sight of the person speaking.

tsukishima.

tsukishima and you locked eyes for a few seconds. He grew even more nervous as you faced him. “um,” he choked, “can i..” he paused.

he realized how strange it would be to ask the question out of the blue so he cleared his throat and switched his beginning phrase, “you did good,” he complimented, and it felt extremely unusual on his end.

you let out a shy laugh as you grabbed your bicep and starting rubbing it slowly, “oh! thanks,” you blushed—you were only used to your friend’s complimenting you and they BARELY ever did.

“uhh, were you gonna ask something before?” you try to close the silence.

tsukishima was startled in his place, he kinda reminded you of a cat because it, “oh yeah, i was just gonna a–”

“Y/NNIEEE,” tendou cheered as he engulfed you in a spine crushing hug.

“tendou,” you grunt, “hey!”

as tendou released you, he began ranting about something that you didn’t mind giving attention to since you had your gaze on tsukishima, who was also glancing between you and tendou.

it had been a few before tendou had finally acknowledged tsukishima, “ohhh, blondie,” he teased, “what are you doing heeeere?” he questioned.

tsukishima was baffled, by tendou and the fact that he didn’t know how to answer that question. was he here for you? or because his friends drag him out? or support?

and did he just call those heathens his friends ??

tsukishima cringed before speaking, “my companions dragged me out,” he replied.

you sighed, “uhh anyways,” you interrupted, “i would like to be going home now,” you glimpsed between tendou and tsukishima.

“oh, that’s what i-” tsukishima attempted again.

“then come on n/nnie,” tendou wrapped his arm around your shoulders, “lemme walk you to your friends, i remember you and yaku live together,” tendou spoke in a know-it-all tone and tsukishima took it personally.

“you only know that because-”

tendou put his finger on your lips to shush you, “because i love you,” he grinned.

tendou turned to face tsukishima, “adios amigo,” he gave a big smile.

“oh yeah, yaku!” you call from the stove.

“yeah n/n?” he shouted.

“yamaguchi told me about a party at ours to celebrate the meet tonight, so we might have everyone over by 11,” you mumble the last bit, “is that okay?” you glance over your shoulder for a second before putting your eyes back on the food in front of you.

“of course hunny,” he pops his head back into the kitchen.

you smile at how sweet he was being because he always noticed when you felt yourself behaving differently because of how odd you felt. yaku always understood.

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translations 🪇 : yo mira arriba por tu = i look up for you ; mirare desde arriba = i will watch/look from above ; te apoyare = i will support you ; adios amigo = goodbye friend

🗒️ : this is definitely my longest episode, so i succeeded my goal, ive spent all day writing this because ive been working for the past week 😭😭 this felt stressful but also like an escape. i have nothing else to say except now im tired 😭😭 ENJOY THIS EPISODE!!! last episode of season 1 !!! WOOOOOO !!!!! i hope this reaches beyond expectations !!!

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[laughsinfandom]

Younger Adopted MC {M6 Headcanons + Mini Fic!}

“Hey I hope you are well, do you do plutonic fics like a teen mc who's kinda like a sibling to the main 6?”

Hello! Hopefully this is close to what you asked for… I’ve caught a cold from a friend of mine and it’s hitting me right in the gut so I’m sorry if some of these seem a bit off…

T-T

Thank you so much for requesting though! ❤️

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Asra

He often saw you about in the market place, after discovering your rather unique take on magic and interest in it. He decided to take you under his wing.

After awhile you both grew closer.

He kept an eye on you, gave you housing and food.

While you both practiced magic you’d attempt to toss small magical jolts towards Asra. Which resulted in a small, of course playful fight.

He would always win.

When you hurt yourself practicing magic he’d always attempt to heal it, if it went beyond his abilities he’d take you to whoever he could.

(Usually Julian but sometimes he’d rather just do it himself.)

~~~~

“You know, you could just ASK to use my deck right?”

He had caught me, Tarot deck in hand. I grumble an apology as he looks at me. Giving him a huff I gently place the deck into his hand.

“I just wanted to see..” At my words he chuckles, a large smile now on his face.

“Again, you could have asked! Come on, I’ll show you.”

You perk up at his comment. “Wait really??” He gets a happy little pep in his step as he walks over to his usual spot at the table, he gestures for me to come with.

I happily hop out of my chair and walk over.

“I’ll even teach you how to use it properly, how’s that sound?”

🎭 Julian & Portia 🐈

You had taken an interest in medical work which landed you right in the clinic of a Dr. Devorak.

You followed him around as an understudy and he just enjoyed your company.

He slowly opened up and started to treat you much like his own sibling Portia.

Speaking of her—

Portia would often come by the clinic to drop off some goods or just to say hey to Julian, which you always loved to see her but you two also became really close

You would both giggle to each other and poke small jabs at Julian while he was scrunched away in his office

One day he walked in on you both laughing and he asked what it was about, you both still to this day have refused to tell him he had a rather interesting hole in his trousers.

The three of you would hang out and get into some trouble when the time was right-

Since Portia worked at the palace it was sort of easy to get in and out unnoticed, You and Julian would constantly attempt to scare Portia while she ran around the palace doing small errands for the Countess.

Which she hated.

You and Portia on the other hand would rearrange Julian’s lovely Leech collection.

Slowly start adding more and more small SHINY random objects within his office.

Malak would go bonkers

You and Portia would run as soon as you heard both Julian and the Bird start cawing at each other.

——————

“Okay… one…two…threeeeee…NOW”

You and Portia Jumped out of the small closet within the Doctors office, both of you putting on your best scary face as the Lanky gentleman in front of you scrambled out of his chair, a loud scratchy scream vibrated the walls.

As he registered who was standing in front of him now he straightened out and put on a rather stern face.

“You two need to knock it off. One day i’ll-“

You cut him off with a laugh. “I’ll finally have to put my pirate combative skills to use!” His face went unchanged as you continued to mock him. Both you and Portia quickly fall to the floor attempting to catch whatever air you could back into your lungs.

Hearing footsteps coming towards you both you quickly look up to see Julian’s arms outstretched with sprawled out fingers, a very wicked grin on his features.

“That’s it.”

Portia gets the right idea first and quickly jumps up and books it out the office door, a loud “SORRY” can be heard as she runs away.

“Oh-“

🐺 Muriel

Inanna was the first one to sniff you out, and once she got your scent there was no running

Muriel followed close beyond

They found you all curled up and cold in the forest

Inanna being absolutely fascinated with you

Muriel not so much

Inanna managed to convince him to bring you home and get you out of the rain

While you made a quick recovery you managed to worm your way into this mans brain

As the days went past you began shuffling around his hut, whatever you could find to entertain yourself was enough

You managed to make a small fort out of the furs he had and Inanna fell in love.

He would come home from collecting things out in the forest and he would be stumped to find you both curled into each other in the small fuzzy fort

You would almost constantly find some way to mess with Muriel, whether it be misplacing his whittling tools or hiding away somewhere in the hut to only be sniffed out by Inanna.

———————

“Inanna Hush!” You whispered to the wolf, her tail only wagged faster and faster, a small happy yip falling from her mouth.

You were currently hiding away in the hut, underneath a pile of Fur. Muriel had been out all day and you wanted to play a small prank on him when he got home.

But Inanna was giving away your spot.

You heard loud heavy footsteps just outside the hut door and in a quick move of desperation you grab Inanna and pull her into the pile of furs with you.

“(Y/N)… Inanna?” Muriel low voice can be heard just barely against the furs. You felt Inanna tail begin to move against your leg and you quickly go to grab it, as you did so she licked your face.

You giggle as she continues to lick away at your face but your stomach sinks when the furs are pulled away from you.

Muriel stands before you, Furs in hand and a rather confused look on his face.

“What… are you two doing?”

Inanna jumps away and happily rubs against Muriels leg, another happy yip falling from her.

“Well… Ya see…I was supposed to scare you but, Inanna had different plans…” You huff.

👑 Nadia

You had been working as a palace worker for a while now, Nadia had taken a special interest in you-

She would often call upon you for small things, or even just to chat

The other palace workers were getting a bit jealous-

You seemed to be one of her favorites.

After a while she started treating you like a sibling-

Older sister dotting after their youngest sibling-

She would call you around the palace and ask for your assistance with personal matters or just to have tea with you

Your tea talks consisted of speaking about nobles, talking about new fashion that began popping up around the region-

Girl stuff

———————

“Now darling you HAVE to try on this outfit it will be perfect for the dance!” Nadia handed you a rather beautiful ball gown, but with the large smile on her face you just chuckled.

She whipped back around and began rummaging through a small jeweled box, when you turn to place the out on the small chair next you, you heard a muffled laugh fall from the countess.

“Now with THIS, you’ll look absolutely stunning!” She turns around with a small dainty necklace, a very large grin plastered to her face.

“Nadia, are you sure?” At your question she nods and quickly turns you around to hook the necklace around you.

Knock Knock

Both you and Nadia turn to look at the door, the countess straightens up and she walks over. When she peaks her head out you laugh a bit as you catch sight of a rather large tea pot settled upon a tray.

When she grabs the tray and sends the servant away she happily walks back over and hands you a cup.

“Now let’s talk, These guests will have the most-“

“Horrendous haircuts?” You giggle at Nadia’s face. Her hand goes to cover her mouth as you see her attempt to hold back laughter.

“Well, yes actually.”

You both erupt into laughter.

🐐Lucio

The count had almost ignored you entirely at first.

When you managed to befriend his dogs however, he became rather interested.

He began to follow you around as you busied yourself around the palace

He would ask you to clean his pictures

Maybe go polish one of his statues

For behind who he was you always seemed to be so sassy towards him

“You know, I could have you executed..?”

“Oh yeah?”

“Yeah.”

“Well that’s a shame, if I die then there’ll be no one else to willingly polish your statues anymore.”

“I-“

You Just grew on him

He would almost always come to you and complain about his day or talk about people and you just listened

You would make fun of him sometimes for his rather bratty attitude and he would always attempt to fight you for it.

For all his talk though he never did actually fight you.

———————

“And THEN He had the NERVE to call me a-“

“Bratty child?”

“YES” Lucio’s voice reverberated off the walls of the room you were in, you were attempting to clean out this old novelty room but it was hard with the count constantly moving things and tossing and turning on the floor.

Much like a child.

“When are you gonna be done?”

“As soon as I’m done.”

Lucio groaned at your response and he sat up from the floor, you turn to look at him and you see him begin to look at the room rather intently.

“What’s the matter…?” You asked.

“This room needs more pictures of me.. or more so A picture of me.”

You couldn’t help but groan at his comment. But he was kind of right, almost every room in the palace had something that either looked like him or gave off his energy so this room was rather unique in the … non-lucio items that decorated its walls.

[chrisevansonly]

Waves

Chris Evans x Female Reader

Summary: After a long few weeks, your anxiety had built up which only contributed to your lack of sleep, so when you try and get some much needed rest, your brain doesn’t help and sends you into a panic 

Warnings: anxiety, talks of mental health, insomnia, soft ending

A/N: I wrote this for my sweet bean @chrisevansdaughter I did change it a little since I usually don’t write Chris fics with a younger sibling, I tried to make it as comforting as possible so I hope this helps. I am always here to talk to anyone whenever you need, I want to provide a safe space for you to seek a friend or just some comfort! <3

Word Count: 849

The past few weeks had been absolute hell, from working piling up, your mental health taking a decline due to the cloudy grey days that January brought with it, you were exhausted, physically, and emotionally. You’d never had an easy time sleeping, but now it was even worse due to the constant battle your brain gave you every day, it’s almost comical how you hadn’t been able to catch a break for a while. I guess that’s why you opted to bury yourself in blankets on the couch in yours and Chris’s living room, calling off work for the next two weeks in an attempt to get a hold of yourself. 

The fire was on under the TV and a few reruns of your favourite show were on which helped to give you some level of comfort as your anxiety picked up. The more you watched he TV, and the warmer your body got, you felt yourself start to drift off. You desperately needed sleep, but having nightmares often followed the rest you begged for, so after fighting it for a little bit, you eventually fell asleep. 

All you could hear was constant screaming and loud noises as you looked around frantically, it was like you were paralyzed in your nightmare and couldn’t move. It must have been a few hours of sleep you’d managed to get before you shot up, gasping for air, a pair of hands finding your cheeks and holding you steady 

“Hey, hey, hey…breathe honey…it’s okay, I’m here”

“I-I..s-so loud”

Chris looked at you with concern as tears started to fall down your cheeks, his thumbs catching some of them as they fell 

“You’re okay, you’re safe…did you have another nightmare?”

You nodded your head, hands moving to hold his wrists almost as if to check if he was really right in front of you, closing your eyes to take a few deep breaths, Chris sending gentle praise your way until you opened your eyes again to look at him

“It was the same one…I just wanted to s-sleep, and i’m so tired”

He nodded listening to you as you spoke 

“I even called off work for two weeks because they w-won’t give me a break, I just need a break Chris”

Chris could feel his heartbreak seeing his girl so exhausted, the sound of pure burnout evident in her voice, wishing he could snap his fingers and make everything better, so for now he opted to get up onto the couch and cuddle in beside you, bringing you to his chest and letting you lay your tired body against his

“Okay sweet girl, tell you what, the next two weeks we’re gonna spend some time just you and me, we’ll figure out how to help you sleep easier, maybe take a trip with Dodger up to the cabin for a few days to get away from the city? Whatever you need to feel better, I’ll support and help you in any way I can”

Before you could answer, Dodger had shown up obviously hearing his name, and took his place on the couch, opting to lay on your lap, the pressure helping to ease some of the anxiety you still felt 

“Hi bub…you heard your name huh?”

The pup looked at you with his big brown eyes as you rubbed a hand over the fur on his head, no doubt sensing your discomfort and wanting to help in any way he could 

“I like the sound of that…I think just spending time the three of us will help”

Chris pressed a few kisses to your temple while his arms tightened around you, adding another layer of safety for your mind that had now begun to quiet down 

“Alright, so you let me figure everything out, and I’ll take care of it all, we’re gonna get you feeling better in no time, I love you, I hope you know that, and I am so proud of you”

Blinking back another round of tears you lifted your head away from his chest to place a kiss on his lips

“I love you too, always, thanks for taking such good care of me…”

He smiled tucking you back against him and pulling the blankets up over your shoulder, Dodger moving to get more comfortable too

“I will always do whatever I can to help you feel your best, no matter what life throws at you, no matter how high the waves get, I will always be here to help you through it.”

For the first time in a few days, you were able to feel nothing but the calm and quiet your boys and home brought you. It was going to be a long road of getting you the support and help you needed, but Chris was going to be there every step of the way. He wouldn’t leave you stranded, and he sure as hell wouldn’t leave you to face these challenges alone. As long as he had you in his arms, he’d do his absolute best to keep you safe, and protected…and Dodger would too.

[imjssmthig]

HIGH SCHOOL AU:

Jefferson’s leg injury bc for a hs AU i always imagine it like this and thank goodness someone recommended this on a diff app so thank you “anonymous”-

The pitcher was getting ready, it was just a practice between the two different teams, no one knows why but there were two baseball teams for one school. it was probably because Considering this was a private school it was abnormal big.

Jefferson was batter. Lauren’s was pitcher, for the other team. their teams were oddly split up.

the opposing team- made up of an odd pairing. Hamilton, Lauren’s (obviously they tried out together), Laff, Reynolds, George III and four other kids in the grades below them that Thomas didn’t care much for.

His team was made up by, thankfully, a mostly his friends, Madison, herc oddly enough but he wasn’t complaining cause they got along, burr, Samuel, and some kid in junior year named lee he knew of, then again four more juniors he didn’t care much for.

Not that he didn’t care for the juniors, he either just intimated them? or found it hard to talk to them.

once the pitcher was ready he got ready, and swung. and the. he ran to second base before 3rd base, hamilton, caught the ball.

damn it.

he didn’t want to run up to third base now, everytime he did hamilton would try to throw him off. given he did do the same exact thing to hamilton so he can’t be complaining but he just hates that kid with his whole heart. Burr hit the ball and ran to first, leaving jefferson to run to third.

damn it.

“hey thomas”

“don’t you even dare hamilton” jefferson yelled running up to the plate.

as he slid to third base, hamilton attempted to throw him off by moving his foot to catch him. Thomas slide was so clean, something hamilton always despised. how good jefferson was at sports. He did several sports, baseball, basketball, and lacrosse. somehow none of the schedules ever really interacted, despite some sports starting earlier than they should. All of a sudden, hamilton moved his leg a little too aggressively, causing a loud scream out of jefferson.

“DAMN IT” he said as he stayed on the ground.

“…oh my God”

“damn it hamilton. oh my..”

“what’s wrong?”

“my leg hurts so damn bad”

*WHISTLE*

they heard coach washington call a hold to the game.

thomas shut his eyes, he could hear the sand on the field rustling with his coach coming closer.

“are you ok son?” he said concerned.

thomas didn’t reply.

“son”

“my leg hurts so bad. and my head but that’s..” he paused taking a small breath “that’s kind of whatever” he said breathily

“alright im going to have to call your mother to come and-“

“she’s on a work trip”

“so i’ll call your father”

“can you call one of my siblings or something?”

“i’m sorry?”

“i have 9 siblings. im one of the youngest can’t you just call one of them”

hamilton walked up to his friends and started to talk to them.

“i feel horrible” he started

“i can tell” laff said.

no one’s eyes moved from the third base, but they all had backed up to give the two guys space. Eliza, Angelica, Peggy, Mariah, Martha skelton, and dolley were all on the bleachers, though Martha was inching closer to the edge of them by the second.

“he has 9 siblings. damn” lauren’s said

“no wonder he’s so annoying he’s the damn youngest” herc whispered to lauren’s

“he said he was one of the youngest”

“so he’s a middle?”

“can we even call it that? if he’s not literally the middle” laff said.

“whatever.” herc said.

“son im going to have to call your father”

“can you call my brother? or sister. please”

“no. that’s that im sorry. i would if i could but due to legal reasons i have to call your guardian thomas”

“fine.”

“i’m also calling an ambulance”

“..o..k”

PART TWO COMING SOON🙏🏻🙏🏻

[sociallyanxiouscryptid-writings]

Thief’s Mistake

Thief messed up, and they continue doing so, but at least they have a good sense of humour. 

CW: Torture, scolding water, using kitchen utensils as torture devices, interrogation

~

There were down sides to living in a remote place. You had to travel further to get supplies, there was no option for a quick trip to a convenience store for midnight cravings and when someone breaks into your house and ties you to a chair, no one can hear your screams.

There were many upsides too of course, however right now they didn’t seem as important.

Thief’s chair was sat in the lounge room, lit by a single tall lamp to their left. Ropes bound their wrists and legs tightly, and no matter which way they tried to manoeuvre they could not worm their way out. They could hear Villain in the kitchen, though they couldn’t see what the mastermind was doing.

“So, what’s the play here?” Thief called out. “I’m not stupid enough to keep it in my house.”

Thief frowned as they heard the kettle turn on.

“Are you making a cuppa?”

Again, no response.

Thief knew it was part of the plan but couldn’t help the pang of anxiety in them and began twisting against their restraints again. The rope burned on their skin but it didn’t deter them.

“If this is meant to intimidate me it’s not working,” they called out. “I’m not really scared of weird kitchen noises. It says more about you then anything else. Have you ever even used a kitchen before or just had servants do it for you?”

Finally, Villain emerged. Thief stopped moving, attempting to act as if they were never trying in the first place as the figure loomed in the doorway. It would be a lie to say Thief didn’t fear Villain, though they would never admit to it out loud. Honestly if they had known it was Villain they were hired to steal from they wouldn’t have taken the job, but Thief was a stubborn creature and once a job was accepted it was to be followed through. So they did steal from Villain, and here they are, in their own home, tied to a chair with a monster standing in front of them.

“Do you feel braver when you talk?” Villain asked. Even their voice felt dangerous, sweet but sharp, like a beautifully carved dagger.

“Well, it definitely takes away from the boredom,” Thief said. “And I am deathly afraid of being bored, so yes?”

Villain smiled, Thief’s hands felt clammy and their mouth dry.

The kettle finished boiling and Villain turned back into the kitchen, appearing again with Thief’s pretty red kettle, hot and steaming.

“I will get to the point then,” Villain said, stepping closer until their legs basically touched Thief’s. It was an uncomfortable closeness, which was rather the point, and it made Thief want to move, curl in on themselves. Villain sat the kettle on top of Thief’s hand the item heavy but base not hot.

“You’re going to threaten me with a kittle?” Thief said brows raised.

Villain shrugged, “I had to think on my feet, you’ve given me a very short window of time to work with.”

“Yeah, I’m a bit of a bastard like that,” Thief said.

“So, where is it?” Villain asked.

“I sold it.”

The side of the kettle was searing. Without warning Villain raised the kettle and dropped it down so that it was pressed against Thief’s hand. Thief hissed and recoiled on instinct, Villain quickly placing a foot on the chair between Thief’s legs to stop it rocking back.

“Don’t lie to me,” Villain said, voice a little more dagger than beauty.

“Right, of course,” Thief ground out.  

Villain removed the kettle.

“I abandoned it.”

Villain raised their brows, gave Thief a second to correct their answer.

“Look my friend you are going to be disappointed, I’m not telling you anything.”

Villain poured the boiling water onto Thief’s hand, water splashing onto their legs and the rest of their body.

“Fuck,” they gasped, tears coming to their eyes as their skin scalded. Their hand shook, the whole thing turning red already as Thief struggled to catch their breath.

They laughed through the pain.

“I must have really made you mad,” Thief said.

“I don’t appreciate my stuff being stolen,” Villain said. “Especially things as important as this. Are you still determined to not talk?”

“You know, torture isn’t an effective method of information retrieval,” Thief said, Villain stepped back and walked into the kitchen. “The victim at some point will say anything to make it stop, and you have no way of knowing if that information is true or not. And by then it could be too late.”

Thief looked down at their hand, already blistering, but at least the now cooled water felt nice against their wrists. Silver linings, right?

Villain walked back in with a frying pan.

“Oh you’ve got to be-”

The hit came hard and fast without any warning. The frying pan, the hot frying pan, smacked against the side of Thief’s head, their ear ringing as they jerked to the side, this time Villain let the chair fall over and Thief’s head hit the ground. Stars danced in their vision but their attention was shot back as the base of the frying pan pressed into their already burnt hand.

“You will lose your hand by the end of the night if you don’t tell me where it is,” Villain said.

And then Thief said the stupidest thing their concussed mind could have ever thought to say.

“That’s ok, I have two.”

What an idiot.

[shmorp-mcdurgen]

[a fic in which adam gets his ass BEAT by an 11 year old (also cw for blood and animal death)]

…

Ari was brave to a fault.

She was out with her friends, hours after her parents thought she went to bed. They had stolen candy from where Lucia’s parents had hidden—it wasn’t very well hidden, even though they’ve had it stolen before they always hid it in the same place—and they all quietly snuck out to their fort in the woods.

It was incredibly stupid of them to do that, Ari realizes, as she’s being chased by some kind of noodle-armed alternate that seemed very keen on snapping her neck.

“HEEHEE GAMES ARE FUN! WHY DON’T WE PLAY TAG, HUH? I’M IT.” it screamed the thinly veiled threat out loud enough that the normal, natural noises of the woods were silenced.

“SCREW YOU!!” She would have made a witty comeback, but she was too out of breath to come up with anything. It was like trying to outrun a car.

So the night started out normal, right? She went out to the woods with everyone, she brought her flashlight and her candy and her blanket and her stuffy, simon (don’t tell any of the others he’s the favorite, they’ll be sad).

They talked about the usual things elementary kids did in mandela county, when can we watch TV again, where did my dog go, why are the teachers making us take so many tests we already had five and that’s too much, the list goes on.

SNAP.

“..What was that,”

“I don’t know, it was probably like…a raccoon or something,”

“I’ll go check it out,”

“Nono, Ari you really don’t have to-“

“Mia. I’ll be fine! It probably is just a raccoon, and if it is, i get to beat the crap out of it,”

“I- ok, go fight a raccoon. If you’re not back in 10 minutes we’ll go in there with the shotgun,”

-

“fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck FUCK-”

Ari’s mom told her she couldn’t use those words until she was older, but she didn’t care right now. Her mom has clearly never been chased by a noodle monster before.

She didn’t even push the branches out of the way anymore, sure it stung but-

“ghhk,”

She choked as she was slowly lifted off the ground by her hoodie, the zipper digging into her neck.

She never got the chance to really look at it as she was running through the forest, it’s sweatshirt—which has the letters BPS printed onto it (they’ll probably be imprinted in her head forever as well)—was covered in dirt from running through the forest, its eyes were almost completely black, and its smile was wide—too wide.

“TAG.” It screeched, as it brought its other hand up to her neck.

NONONONO I JUST WANTED TO FIGHT A RACOON THIS WILL NOT BE HOW I DIE-

She somehow managed to pry the hand off her neck, and climb up it, as she did its smile grew wider.

It tried to pull her off its shoulders, but that attempt failed when she stabbed it in the eye. Hard.

It let out a horrible screech as it dropped her back to the ground, covering its face with its hands as its smile turned into a sort-of grimace. It was mad.

It ran at her again with its right eye dripping dark red blood, no taunts this time. It just wanted her dead.

When its face got close enough she stabbed it in the other eye, completely blinding it. The screech was even worse this time, she wouldn’t be surprised if her friends actually heard it this time.

Whatever it was realized it had clearly lost, and it sprinted back into the woods, bumping into the trees.

Ari stood there for a minute, trying to catch her breath.

Her friends came rushing in by her, worried looks on their faces, which turned into relief when they saw she was still alive.

“It uh…it wasn’t a raccoon,”

“CLEARLY. WE THOUGHT YOU WERE DEAD!” Mia shouted at her.

“Shh shh keep it down..we don’t know if whatever “it” was will come back,” Lucia put her hand over Mia’s mouth. Much to her dismay.

“Trust me guys. It’s not gonna come back. At least not tonight,”

They all stood in silence for a moment, Mia still carrying the shotgun (how did they get a shotgun they are eleven. anyway) Lucia still with her hand over Mia’s mouth, and Ari still carrying the bloodied knife.

“…we’re gonna find a new place for our fort. And we’re gonna take you to the hospital because that is a dislocated shoulder if I’ve ever seen one,” Lucia said, taking her hand off of Mia’s mouth.

As Ari’s adrenaline left her body, she felt a stinging pain in her shoulder.

“Yeah…we’re gonna be in so much trouble.”

“OH CRAP. I FORGOT ABOUT OUR PARENTS,” Lucia brought her hands to her head.

“Nono guys, it's fine. I can take the fall and go to to the hospital, you go home,”

“…really? You’d do that for us?”

“Absolutely.”

-

After Ari got treated for her wounds, which there were surprisingly little of, she was taken to the police station so she could reunite with her parents. She was lectured. Heavily. But she wasn’t really listening, rewinding the events of that night in her mind.

BPS.

What did the letters on that thing’s jacket mean? It looked like a failed copy of someone, so those letters clearly meant something.

She was going to try her best to find out. Right after her parents unground her.

Yooooo /pos

Adam gets his ass kicked by a kid, real-

[ggsworldstory]

[Chapter 2 Act 6: Slapstick showdown]

Through all their travels and trials, there was only one Rogue left for the Delinquent Duo to get information from, and with that the duo took their search to the forest

“So terry-” GG asked before being shushed and cut off by Terry

“Be very, very quiet” he whispered

GG started again, whispering this time “So Terry, why are we here exactly, you didn’t really tell me much about this guy”

“Look, I’ll be honest, I could tell you everything I know and we still wouldn’t be prepared, just keep an eye out for anything out of place”

“Well that’s reassuring”

The duo continued to trek through the trees until soon, something caught GG’s eye, a flier of sorts nailed on a tree

“Well that’s peculiar…” GG thought as he took a look at it “weird looking wanted poster, " 'Weed season’?” he read, prompting Terry to cautiously turn around as a chill was sent down his spine, GG noticed a second flier below the first one and took a look at that as well “Toppat season?” at that moment the realization set in for the both of them

Terry, without hesitation tackled GG out of the way, a loud crash was heard and the duo saw that the tree now had a massive hole blown into it!

The two heard a deep, bellowing laugh as a tall,mustached, pie cut eyed figure emerged from the shadows, blowing out a wisp of smoke coming from his Boxing glove “Looking for me, Palookas?”

Immediately, the two got up, ready to fight “aww, why so hostile? Is that any way to greet an old friend, eh weed?” he japed as he rather aggressively bonked Terry over the head

“And you,” he said, Turning to GG, “We haven’t met yet, have we? Name’s Igor Inkwell!” he introduced while violently shaking the boy’s hand, practically throwing him through the air with every shake, making GG dizzy by the end of it “let’s just get to it, I’m here for your hides and I ain't leaving without em, but I’ll tell you what, I’ll give you one free shot, sound good, Toppat?”

“What’s the catch? GG questioned

“Well, if you don’t knock me out,” Igor chuckled, “I sure will… so whaddya say, kiddo?”

“Alright, lemme get a running start…” GG said, while backing up a good distance, getting into position before bursting into an electric sprint! Giving it his all and jumping before landing a flaming blow right to Igor’s face,he landed on the ground before opening his eyes to see the result, what he saw sent him and Terry into a shock, Igor’s head was gone! The duo were left screaming hysterically at what just happened, the sheer shock and fear overwhelming the two to unbridled proportions 

Meanwhile, Igor’s head bounced to and from the trees like a pinball, soon landing, right back onto his shoulders, after twisting it back into proper position, Igor let out a hearty laugh that stopped the duo’s screaming “Not bad, little guy! Now, my turn…” he bellowed as he cracked his knuckles and began to wind up his arm

 Immediately GG and Terry attempted to escape, “You see what I meant!?” Terry interjected “Yeah, what do we do?!” GG replied, as they swerved and turned about trying desperately to avoid Igor’s arms,”there’s not much we can do, we just have to keep running!” all of a sudden, Igor’s gloved hands stretched through the forest, chasing the delinquents

The fists stretched and slithered across the ground like a pair of snakes, soon enough, both of them were grabbed by the legs and reeled back to Igor, Terry tried shooting Igor’s arms, but the bullets simply bounced off! 

“Tsk, Tsk, should’a known you’d be a coward, well if you’re not gonna fight fair, then neither am I!” he shouted, Tossing Terry aside into a large bottle marked “XXX”

“Let’s see how ya fare Toon against one!” Igor winded up his fist again, Hitting GG dead on in the face, he was sent flying across the woods, knocking into multiple trees and knocking them right outta the ground!

Igor took the opportunity to grab the trees, turned his mouth into a woodpecker’s beak and pecked the trees into massive wooden hammers

At this point GG was aware he couldn’t escape, especially not without Terry, so he dashed forth, dodging Igor’s hammers as he swung and threw them at the boy before GG leaped and landed another punch, this time in his Torso, but it simply stretched back like a violin string before flinging GG back onto the dirt!

“Heh, hah! That tickles!” GG tried many more blows, but his shocks wouldn’t conduct,he tried tossing flaming tree branches, but he simply ate them as though they were but spicy peppers! and with every last blow, Igor retaliated ten-fold,Stomping him, punting him, whacking him with a club as he yelled “fore!” by the end, GG was battered, beaten yet still standing

“Don’t know when to quit, do ya, doc?”

“Huff… I made a promise and nothing you throw at me is gonna stop me from keeping it!”

“Ugh, cut the sappy crap, before ya give me a toothache and let’s get to the climax already!” he yelled, grabbing a can of spinach from thin air and downing every last leaf,throwing his fist back as it turned into a massive ship anchor, and swung it at the boy with full force!

GG reacted quickly with a rocket jump to avoid the blow and began to lightning dash circles around Igor, but he knew this would only buy him so much time, especially as his fists would continually slam too close for comfort turning to things such as elephants, 10 ton weights, even entire cruise ships! “C’mon, I’ve watched tons of cartoons, think, GG, think!” all of a sudden, a smile spread across the boy’s face as he had an epiphany, running back into the woods once more, stopping when he felt was deep enough, then moving the electrical energy to his hands

“Trying to get away again?” Igor laughed at the Toppat’s escape attempt, before blowing air into both his fists growing them bigger than ever before launching them just as he did before!

What the gloved hands were shocked to find was that GG had managed to quickly dig an array of holes across the forest floor, sure enough, he stuck his head out of one of them,”yoo-hoo, I’m over here~!!” the boy taunted, prompting one of the fists to slam itself into the hole, but GG quickly escaped to another hole,”hey!” he shouted to which the other fist followed suit, the fists and GG continued this whack-a-mole game, until the hands decided to simply reach into the holes and scrambled to grab the boy directly

But soon GG emerged out of the hole, the hands attempted to give chase, only to find they were tangled into a tight knot! But Igor was far from ready to give up as his hands morphed into train tracks, GG was confused but then he heard the steam whistle blare loudly and immediately got running, Igor had turned himself into a train, spewing untold amounts of steam to steadily catch up to the lightning speeding Toppat, this chase continued until GG was mere inches from being flattened, but then GG rocket jumped high into the air and at just the right time as the train went over a cliff!

Seeing this, GG went and ran back to the bottle Terry was stuck in and poured him out,

“Did I ever hic say you’re like the brother I never had…?” he drunkenly mumbled

“No time for sweet sentiments! I know how we can beat that guy!”

Just then, Igor jumped back into the arena, “oh you’re gonna get it now, you screwy Toppat!” he didn’t hesitate to throw another punch, but GG quickly moved out of the way, carrying Terry over his head

Igor continued to fling his fists in vain as GG ran circles around before reaching into the man’s pockets and pulling out a pain reliever, to which he nearly instantly came to

“Ahh, what happened?!”

“How about I give you a recap?” Igor threatened, winding up another large punch, but GG reacted quickly and grabbed his fist!

Terry followed suit with the other fist, the two then proceeded to run and Jetpack respectively, stretching Igor’s arms as far as they could, “hey let go!” Igor shouted

“Well, if ya say so!” GG mischievously replied, prompting the duo to release the fists as Igor’s eyes widened in realization, the arms quickly retracted, ready to smack Igor with all the force he’d been throwing at GG this whole time, when all of a sudden they stopped

“Heh, well ain't you a stinker? Don’t worry, there’s not much I can do about this, but before I go,do you really wanna be rubbing elbows with that useless little runt of a weed?”

“He’s innocent! One way or another, we’ll prove it!”

“Hmmph, if you really wanna know the truth, why don’t you see where it all happened for yourself?”

GG was intrigued, but then the fists resumed and Igor was flung far away, much to the boy’s dismay, but then he noticed on the ground, a card was left behind,GG picked it up and it read “A. road 113”

“Terry, do you recognize this address?”

The cowboy took a look and his eyes instantly grew in surprise

“home…”

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~[End of act 6]~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

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[hamstergiukie]

Treat you better K.HG

REPOST from my old account !!

genre: angst, slight fluff, childhood friends to lovers

warnings: blood, a lil violence

song rec: treat you better by shawn mendes

notes: this is my first attempt at a ‘full-length’ fic for onewe so i’m sorry if it’s actually garbage lolz. my friend and i literally screamed coming up with the plot for this, we loved the prompt so much:( anyways i hope you enjoy! and thank you to the person who requested this i much appreciate it:’)

“it’s Hyungu, leave a message!” a few tears escaped your eyes, “Hyungu, Kyle just got home and he’s so drunk. He’s really scaring me, i need you to come pick me up.” you whisper into the phone, “i don’t know what to do, please help me.” behind you a loud crash was heard, you whipped around to see what had happened and found your boyfriend lunging towards you with a piece of a broken vase in his hand, you backed away quickly but the shard of glass cut your cheekbone. you whimpered in pain. your phone beeped loudly. ducking past your now ex-boyfriend, you ran out of your apartment.

it was dark, cold and you forgot your jacket but you were away from Kyle. passing by sketchy looking alley ways and dark shops you reached a park. you sat, shivering on a swing set for what seemed like only a few minutes. before you knew it, the moon was high in the sky and an out of breath Hyungu was running towards you like a mad man.

Kanghyun bent over to catch his breath, “y/n!! i was looking everywhere for you and,” he had straightened up, “you’re bleeding! are you okay???” his hands reached out to cup your cheek, before you could react you had flinched away from him. his hand fell to his side, a frown on his face. “what did he do to you? i should have beat him up more when i was there.” he mumbled the last part to himself but you still heard him. “Hyungu, what did you do?” you stood up from the swing set, your legs a little shaky and your shivering only increasing. Kanghyun’s eyebrows knit together, he pulled off his hoodie and put it around your shoulders.

you snuggle into the soft fabric, your nose buried in it. Kanghyun smiled softly at you, “when i said i went everywhere i meant it, i should have expected you would come here. this is where we came all the time as kids.” you smiled at him, he opened his arms for a hug which you happily dove into his arms for.

the hug was warm, full of love and gentleness. “i’m sorry i missed your call, i’m so sorry. you deserve so much better than him, you deserve the entire world. i could treat you better, i would pull the stars from the heavens for you.” he whispered into your hair, you pulled away from the hug slightly, so that both of your noses were brushing slightly. “i love you Hyungu, it’s always been you. i just, i thought that if i dated other people i could get over you, but i couldn’t. i was scared my feelings would ruin our friendship and-” Kanghyun cut you off with a gentle kiss.

“it’s okay love, it’s all okay. i’m yours now, i love you so much.” Kanghyun gently kissed your forehead, “let’s get you somewhere warm, and clean up that cut!”

•

Bonus:

later at Kanghyun’s apartment, he cleaned up the cut on your cheek and you spent the rest of the night cuddled up together. talking quietly under the covers, his fingersran gently through your hair. deep in your hearts you both know, a lifetime of happiness awaits you. and soon a deep sleep overcame you.

[doodlebugreturns]

Mushroom Mischief 2 (part 1) 🍄

-sequel to this little fanfiction-

For my dearest friend, @toadsbackpack. I hope this makes you feel better.

🍄🥤🥤🥤🥤🥤🍄

Mario was leisurely taking a nap on his bed. He just started to drift off to sleep, when he heard Luigi scream like a girl. And it was loud! It scared Mario so bad that his fight-or-flight instinct kicked in and he nearly fell off of the bed. After catching his breath, he asked his brother, “What was that for?” To which he responded,

“How did this fake mouse get here? You know I hate critters!” He gestured his hand toward the fake mouse lying in the drawer. “I know you put that thing there to scare me, Mario.” Maybe it was because he was abruptly woken up and his brain wasn't working at full capacity, but he didn't remember doing that at all.

“Wasn’t me.”

“Oh? Who else would be snooping around our house just to pull a prank on me?"

"I don't know." He responded.

"Ah- that's it. I'm getting you back. Just you wait. And when I do, I'm going to take responsibility for it. So watch your back."

The brothers went to a local outdoor restaurant for lunch. It was cloudy and a little bit chilly, but otherwise a nice day. The restaurant was owned by a friendly Toad named Chanterelle. Not as friendly as their friend Toad (few people are), but just an average friendly Toad.

“Good morning, Mario. Good morning, Luigi. What’ll it be today?”

“Morning, Chanterelle. How about a BLT with a Yoshi fruit mix?” Said Mario.

“Make that a double order.” Luigi added.

“Drinks?” The toad asked.

“Uhh…how about an orange soda?”

“Cola for me.”

“Got it. See you two in a bit.” When Mario went to go take a seat, Luigi stayed behind.

“Psst. Chanterelle.” He whispered. “We’re having a prank war. Shake up Mario’s soda, would ya?” He couldn’t help but snicker. The toad giggled in response. Luigi then joined his brother. In a few short minutes, their food was ready. They went over to the stand and grabbed their respective meals, the only difference being what soda would end up on one of the brothers' face. While Luigi was looking at his food, he didn’t realize that Mario had his soda can pointed directly at his face. Luigi looked at his brother. By the time he registered what was going on, soda was already being shot at his face. He sputtered, making Mario laugh.

“You really think getting carbonated drinks in a prank war is a good idea, bro?”

“Ppt- pfft- pt- okay, I deserved that.” Luigi then opened his own drink. Both of them were very surprised when the exact same thing happened again. Luigi froze and Mario exploded into harder laughter. He looked in the direction of the food stand (as best as he could, considering his current situation) and yelled, “Really?!” Making him laugh, too. Realizing how funny this was, Luigi couldn’t help but smile. Besides, this would be a great excuse to get his brother back.

 Mario repeatedly walked into clear tape that Luigi had set up. In turn, the younger brother ended up getting sprayed in the face while doing dishes with the old held-down-spray-nozzle. But they also found practical jokes that neither of them had ever used before, such as Mario’s hair being dyed by the shampoo during his shower. Luigi couldn’t find his underwear. These practical jokes continued for a few hours. After a while, the two didn’t leave each other’s side so they couldn’t set up any mischief. So the both of them were very surprised when they saw their house littered with banana peels. At first, they just looked at each other, thinking the same thing?

"When did you do that?" Mario asked.

"When did I do that? Why did you attempt such a stupid prank?" If the two of them had been keeping an eye on each other, how could either one of them pull this off? Unless...

"Luigi, I swear I didn't do this. Someone else has to be messing with us." The two looked at each other for a moment before coming up with an agreement:

"Donkey Kong." They said at the same time.

The brothers immediately went to Toad’s house, because they knew that DK was also there. The two of them had become friends, and developed a brotherly/buddy relationship. The monkey was surprised and confused when the Mario brothers barged into the house and started pestering him for things he didn’t do.

“All right, fess up. We know you’ve been pulling pranks on us all day!” Mario accused.

“What?” The Kong answered. He was mostly confused, but also annoyed about this. Toad just snickered to himself.

“Yeah, who else would have that many banana peels lying around?”

“Literally.” Mario added.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about. Now go away.” Toad started laughing.

“What’s so funny?” He asked.

“It was me! I did it.” Toad replied. “And the hair dye. And the underwear. And the mouse.” Donkey Kong didn’t notice before, but Mario’s hair was dyed green. Luigi was a little wet, but it was barely noticeable. He then turned to look at Toad.

“How many of my bananas did you take?”

"All of them.” Toad grinned at the beast towering over him. DK was very annoyed by his. No one gets between a Kong and his bananas. He then picked the little troublemaker by his vest.

“You’ve been causing trouble for everyone, haven’t you?” He asked in a mocking tone. The little toad smiled nervously as he was suspended in the air. He turned to the brothers again, with a very smug expression. “What should the punishment be, boys?” 

________________

Part 2 Part 3

[lovekz]

infatuated (3)

infatuated (3)

syn --> izana kurokawa is infatuated with two things. the adrenaline from illegal racing and getting into fights. you might become a third.

beware of.. police, someone gets arrested, fights, kisaki has his own warning

when you turned around, you were met with the face of your boyfriend.

kisaki tetta.

“what are you doing here?” he asked, looking you up and down.

you were still in izana’s arms, wearing izana’s jacket, on izana’s car.

“i’m with my friend.” you said quietly, picking at the skin underneath your nails. the look kisaki was giving you was enough for you to conclude.

izana and kisaki did have a problem with each other.

kisaki sighed, ran his hands through his hair, and took your arm with yet another annoyed sigh.

you tugged back from him, not meeting his eye.

“let’s go, y/n.” kisaki said sternly, though he was looking past you.

when you moved to (reluctantly) get up, izana had pulled you back into his lap with a hum.

“what is he? your daddy? you don’t have to listen to him.” izana muttered, looking at you from your shoulder.

izana did have a point. what did you really have to listen to kisaki for?

“butt the fuck out kurokawa.” kisaki huffed his last name with venom, grabbing your arm in a tight grip and tugging on you.

you winced, making izana sit up to pay more attention to the situation at hand.

izana tugged back, but not as hard as kisaki did. your arm was stinging like crazy now.

kisaki glared, and tugged harder. when you heard a quiet snap, newfound pain shred through your body as you screamed.

izana let you go and from the force of it, you flew to the floor while clutching your injured arm.

blood dripped from your arm, a long cut catching your attention. what the hell?

before you could even register, izana was throwing the first punch square in kisaki’s face.

~

when draken and hanma both made it back from there race in a tie, no one was there to cheer.

draken stepped out of his car with emma following suit, looking around to find out where the crowd went. 

“aww. made them run away draken~?” hanma teased, sticking his tongue out to taunt him.

draken stuck his middle finger up, squinting at the huge crowd beside izana’s car.

before he could register, emma let out a loud curse and booked it to the crowd.

confused, draken ran after the younger sano while shouting her name. what the hell had she seen that he didn’t?

but when he made it there, boy did he find out.

izana was on top of kisaki, beating the living daylights out of him with a certain look in his eyes.

a look to kill.

you were sobbing on the other side of the car, holding your arm and speaking to yuzuha and senju.

emma ran over to you with a worried look, while draken had no choice but to attempt to break up whatever the fuck was going on.

“what the fuck is going on?” mikey yelled, running into the middle to try and drag izana off.

blue and red began to flash around the neighborhood, catching the attention of everyone else in the crowd.

the same word ran through everyone’s mind.

shit.

~

it’s been a few hours since the entire fight. you were sitting in a hospital bed with a concussion, broken wrist, and a huge slash going down your arm.

apparently, kisaki had a switchblade in his hand and you had gotten cut with it. what he was planning on doing, you didn’t know.

“how are you feeling?” emma asked quietly, peaking into the room. she was the one that rode in the ambulance with you.

when the question registered in your mind, you decided to reply with the most childish answer you could think of.

“i wanna go home.. i miss my mommy.” you said, looking at her with a soft smile.

emma laughed quietly, walking into the room fully and taking a seat in the chair next to you.

“good news, they’ll be releasing you in just a few minutes.” emma said, taking your good hand into her own.

you nodded, leaning back into the plush pillow behind you. you didn’t want to think about when you’d leave.

all you could think about is izana, and how they’d treated him when shoving him into the ground, before the back of the cop car violently.

“what about izana? how is he?” you asked, sitting up to look at her.

emma stayed silent, putting her head down and frowning. you knew it wasn’t good.

a few knocks on the door had you looking up and eyes widening. the police.

“hi. are you ms. l/n?” one of the officers said, holding a clipboard in her hand.

emma excused herself, leaving the officers in the room with you alone.

you nodded, sitting up in your spot to look at them.

“how are your injuries maam?” the officer asked, sitting in emma’s previous seat.

“the meds are doing there job. i don’t feel any pain right now.” you said, rubbing the bandages slowly.

the officer nodded, writing on the notepad just a bit.

“we understand that last night, you were out with your boyfriend on a date just last night?” she asked, looking at you.

in the corner of your eye, you seen a figure by the door. he put his thumb up, making you nod.

“yeah, it was a little surprise.” you lied, fixing your position.

the officer nodded, writing down a bit more.

“tell me more about your relationship with mr. kurokawa.” the officer said, sitting up.

so you started spewing lies. saying how you’ve only been dating for a few months, but the ‘love’ is real.

the cops drank it all up, writing on the notepad and giving just a few nods in response to your words.

“now. is mr. kurokawa violent around or towards you?” the officer asked, putting a hand on yours.

you shook your head, shifting. “he’s always sweet. of course, we have our moments where we don’t agree, but he always gives himself space.” you said.

the officer nodded. “now. could you tell us how you sustained these injuries?” the officer beside the one holding your hand asked.

you looked up towards him, and nodding before taking a deep breath.

“during our date, one of my... exes showed up.” you said, hugging yourself at the mere thought of last night.

“he tried to get me to go with him and then.. he hurt my hand. izana he.. he snapped.” you explained quietly, sniffling slightly.

the police nodded, writing a few more things down before sharing a look.

“we wish you a speedy recovery.” the female cop said, standing up and bowing.

the two of them left you in the room by yourself, making you sigh.

you already couldn’t wait for this shit to end.

~

as soon as you made it out of the hospital with emma, she led you to a unfamiliar looking car.

you got in the backseat, immediately seeing mikey in the front with a lollipop in his mouth.

there in the drivers seat though, was someone unrecognizable. he had short black hair that covered his forehead, and a cigarette hanging out of his mouth.

he looked really focused on driving you four to.. wherever it was he was taking you to.

emma must’ve noticed your uncomfortable silence, so she shot you a short smile and rubbed your shoulder with a smile.

“so. who wants mcdonalds?” the man driving asked, looking in the rear view mirror.

now that you’ve caught a hold of his eyes, you noticed he had eyes relatively similar to mikey’s, which probably meant they were related.

“thank fuck. i’m starving.” mikey sighed in relief, leaning back in his seat with a small smile.

he was the only one that had responded to the older male.

~

by time everyone had gotten their food and what not, the man in the front seat had driven you all to izana’s house.

emma let you out and stretched, grabbing her bag of food.

you climbed out of the car, walking towards the front door with emma. she unlocked the door and sighed, walking into the house

you never seen the inside, but it looked awfully nice. it was a mixture of gray black and white, some boasting colors to give the place life.

there were pictures of him, the young girl, and the black haired man with the scar. emma and mikey were in some places as well.

there was also a picture that was ripped on the wall, still framed. as well as more, but this time, the face was scribbled out.

what had happened that he decided to erase them from those memories?

a loud ‘ahem’ from behind you caught your attention, causing you to turn around with wide eyes.

it was the black haired man from the car.

“i don’t think i’ve introduced myself.” the man said, giving you a sheepish smile while rubbing the back of his neck.

you shook your head, holding onto the milkshake he had bought you earlier.

“i’m shinichiro. izana, emma, and mikey’s older brother. you’re izana’s girl, right?” he asked quietly, holding his hand out.

“uh- not exactly.” you laughed a bit, shaking his hand and telling him your name softly.

shinichiro nodded, studying your eyes for a bit before letting go of your hand.

“anywho. izana should be back home in a couple days. wanna crash here and wait for him with us?” shinichiro asked, quickly changing the topic.

you thought for a bit, taking a sip of your milkshake and leaning back just a bit with a hum.

you definitely enjoyed izana’s company, and you knew he enjoyed yours with the way he acted around you.

the way he fought for you last night.

but you weren’t sure if he’d appreciate you crashing at his house. he doesn’t even know your last name!

nonetheless.. you still wanted to stay to be one of the first to see him again.

who was gonna stop you?

@galactict3a​

[filmbyjy]

JAM OUT - alternate ending? you belong to me [jake version]

synopsis > who knew you’d break the first rule of being in a friends with benefits relationship? maybe it was lee heeseung himself that made you catch feelings. either ways, he doesn’t do feelings and you knew that. as your relationship with heeseung strains so does the band. what happens then?

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warning: suggestive uhhh b-because jake is sexy😀 he said it himself at the concert. not my words. “i try to be more sexier.” *gets embarrassed* – jake 2022

NOTE: this plot starts off after chapter 18 so if you are reading this alt ending with jake it does not follow what happens from chapter 19 onwards. (name) does not go to heeseung drunk and it never happened. just to clarify.

the next morning, you were extremely worn out. you woke up with a pretty bad blocked nose. all the crying from last night, you felt the other side of your bed shuffle. the scent was familiar to you. it was jake.

did he sleep here last night while taking care of you?

you tried getting out of bed but jake holds you back and slowly sits up.

"stay here. i can hearing you sniffling, you're sick."

"it's just runny nose, jake." you tried getting up again but jake doesn't let you.

"stay." he sternly says. you nod. he quickly goes to grab the medicine from his bedroom. he hands you two pills and a cup of water. you swallowed the pills and drank the water. the bitter taste leaving your taste buds with every gulp you took.

"i'm sorry i wasn't there to protect you." jake admits. you turned to look at jake.

"you shouldn't feel sorry. what happened was supposed to happen. i regret ever starting that relationship with him."

"is there any way for me for me to make you forget about him?" jake asks.

"you're playing a dangerous game, jaeyun." you lowly say. jake sends you a flirtatious look.

“what if I wanna play that game, princess.”

you could tell there was a hint of lust interlacing his words. he was about to pounce on you at any moment now. he leans in experimentally and when you don’t move away. he captures your lips against his. you gripped onto his shirt while he tilts his head to deepen the kiss.

“noona- i think it’s best if we-” you have never heard jungwon scream as loud as possible. both you and jake pulled away. a string of saliva still connecting. jungwon gags.

“don’t tell me you two were about to have sex!” jungwon says.

“well she gave the option.” jake nonchalantly says. jungwon groans in disgust.

“look while i’m happy you are attempting to forget about that bitch boy, noona.“ he looks at jake. “i don’t think this is how you are supposed to help her forget about him. you are practically using her.”

jake sighs, “you’re right. i should take her out on a date…”

your eyes widened.

“date? for what?”

“isn’t it obvious, he has feelings for you. even if it’s in his own twisted sexual crazed way.” jungwon shivers. you turned to jake.

“jake?”

“fine, yeah I like you. heeseung was always on your mind 24/7 so I knew I had no chance with you but I still stuck close to you and always made sure you were happy. i always cleaned up after heeseung’s mess. the mess he caused, how he made you cry and how many times he fucked your brain up.”

“jake…”

“obviously, i know you’re not going to accept me knowing you still love heeseung. you’ve loved him for so long. i never wanted to take advantage of you and I was ecstatic when you wanted to have sex with me the first time. which was why I stuck around and took care of you after it.”

“i’m sorry i never noticed your feelings for me.” you say. jake smiles weakly.

“don’t apologise. you didn’t know, you were caught up with wanting heeseung’s attention. you didn’t notice.” jungwon raises his hand.

“uhh hyung? did you really have talk about the one time you had sex with my noona while i’m still here?”

“well no one asked you stay-” jungwon tilts his head, he was frowning. it made him look like an angry cat and he truly was one.

“WHAT DID YOU SAY??” jake’s eyes widened.

“uh, I’ll come back and we can talk about this.” jake runs out the door with jungwon running after him.

a couple months pass by, you were feeling better. you haven't spoken to heeseung since that day and he never bothered to talk to you. you were hoping he did want to talk to you, to clear everything up and become your best friend again. you hoped but with heeseung's ego...it made it nearly impossible.

"here. your favourite ice cream." jake holds a cone in front of you. you smiled up at the boy.

"thanks jakey."

"i deserve a reward right?" it's like you could picture an animated dog ears and tail on him. just like cgi in movies. he was waiting for his praise and he was wagging his tail happily. you laughed.

"you are too adorable." he drags his chair right next to you.

he whispers, "are we going to use the collar tonight, mommy?" your heart quickens. you coughed.

"jaeyun, what are you talking about?"

"i went to the sex shop just now and bought puppy ears and a collar. i know you like it when i look like a puppy. you are so good at praises and punishing." you blushed.

"why are you talking about this in public?"

"because." he litters small kisses on your neck. "i need you, now."

"oh my god, jaeyun." you whisper yelled.

"what? is it bad, my dick is hard right now?"

"we just had sex before we left."

"yeah? and?"

"do you ever let your dick rest?"

"well, i do but at the thought of you under me and whimpering...it got me hard." you stared at the boy dumfounded.

"remind me why i decided dating you would not include sex everyday?" you questioned the boy. he shrugs before placing an arm around your shoulder.

"i don't know how you thought we wouldn't have sex everyday, you clearly know my sex drive is insane."

"can i make a sex schedule? i'm not a sex doll, jaeyun."

"fine...you we can limit the sex."

"good."

"but can we at least try the pet rolep-"

"let's just get home and do it."

"yes! thank you, my love!!" he pecks your cheek.

yup, you heard that right. you and jake were finally dating. you are still healing from heeseung but you knew you needed a distraction and that distraction came from the puppy-like boy. sure, it started off as just purely sex (which is ironic) but soon you realise how intimate jake made it feel.

you confessed and decided it was best to start a relationship. you knew how that road with jake would go if you didn't claim him. you didn't want history to repeat itself.

3 years flew by, both you and jake had moved in together. the both of you were walking layla at the park when you noticed someone familiar. someone you lost contact about 2 years ago. ever since you graduated, everyone pretty much went their own routes.

sunghoon took up figure skating again 3 years ago after you and jake announced your relationship to the boys. jay was still famous but he wasn't famous for his singing and guitar skills as much, he was building up his own clothing line and company. taehyun and huening were still studying, they continued and went to uni. the girls started up their own little shop, it was a bakery. your brother and ni-ki were still in college so they were busy. and of course, yedam...he still was a famous singer on youtube but now he has a girlfriend!

you noticed heeseung looks different now.

"(name)." "heeseung." the both of you mutter. heeseung looks over to jake.

"i'll let you two talk, it's been long overdue." jake squeezes your hand and smiles at heeseung. he walks layla over somewhere slightly further so she could run around. you smiled watching her and jake play.

"it's been 2 years since we stopped talking."

"well some sort 3 years."

"how have you been."

"i've been doing good." you say.

"i'm sorry that i didn't come up to you and talk to you about it. i was scared and i knew i was in the wrong."

"but your ego wouldn't let you." you folded your arms.

"it's not my ego. it's just-" he takes a deep breath. "i realise i had feelings for you all along and well i know i had feelings, it's just i didn't want to take that risk of our friendship."

"and so you toyed with my fucking feelings?"

"i didn't toy with your feelings. i-didn't mean to hurt you. however, i knew at that point in time you deserved someone better. someone who could treat you right." a tear escapes and falls on his cheek "someone who didn't hurt you." he painfully says.

"and so you just left?"

"i know it's wrong to just leave you like that but i know you had to heal. it was best that i avoided you at all costs so you wouldn't get hurt seeing me everywhere."

"heeseung, you disappeared."

"i dropped out and moved to america to continue studies. i came back here to see-" he pauses. "you."

"don't get me wrong, i'm not here to beg you to be my girlfriend. i just came here to apologise and wish you well since honestly i'll just continue living in america till i'm dead. i have no real purpose to live in seoul. i know you won't fully forgive me since i've hurt you a bunch but i thought i'll just apologise since it's best to do it in case i have a sudden death-"

"stop talking about dying. you're not going to die heeseung."

"well i might, living in america actually makes me probably hate life more. maybe i should move to japan...or somewhere nicer."

"heeseung."

"yeah?"

"i forgive you."

"are you sure? i mean...i did hurt you."

"i know but it's been 3 years. i took time to heal and now i'm happier." you looked over at jake. layla tackled him onto the ground and you could hear the boy's laughter. you smiled. heeseung smiles too.

"we've been friends for so long and yet...i could never find it at heart to hate you." you say.

"so...friends?" heeseung hesitantly holds out his hand.

you grabbed it, "friends."

"BABE! I NEED HELP HERE!!" jake yells. you laughed.

"care to help me, lee heeseung?"

"of course, my dearest best friend."

-

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[swagatron9]

Castra

Pairings: Bo Sinclair x reader

Warnings: oral (male receiving), dub-con, voyeurism

Summary: A camping trip gone wrong. Bo spares you, to an extent.

I thought nothing could go wrong with a harmless camping trip, but boy was I wrong. My parents always taught me stranger danger, so why didn't I listen?

My legs were tired, sore from all the running I had previously been doing. I wasn't sure how much longer I could keep it up, but I knew I had to.

Witnessing the death of all but one of my friends was hard to take in, I didn't want to take it in. I would get on my knees and plead that this scenario was all a joke, a prank my friends played or even just a stupid nightmare.

The church was eery. All the wax figures sitting and staring at the altar and there was me.

I ran over to the alter and crouched down behind it, crossing my fingers that no one saw me come in.

I held my breath as I heard the door open and slam shut. The footsteps were loud like they were taunting me in a way. A loud whistle could be heard. "There's nothin' I love more than goin' to church." Bo's voice echoed throughout the building. "How disrespectful these kids are nowadays. Disruptin' the peace is all their good for." Never once had we meant to be rude or 'disrupt the peace' all we wanted was to get out of here and these psychopaths decided to kill my friends and now I'm being hunted.

It returned back to silence, the only thing I could hear was my heartbeat in my ears, and I wondered if he, too, could hear the thumping of my beating heart.

A bang was heard from the opposite side of the church, and I took a breath out, thinking that he had finally left. "Did ya’ really think you could get away from me?" I let out a scream as the man popped out in front of me.

I attempted to get up and escape from Bo, only to be caught in his grip. He held me against him with a tight hold, heavy breath in my ear. "Look what I found. Crawled up in a ball and everythin'." Bo chuckled. "And to think ya’ were beginnin' to grow on me. Shame, isn't it."

He might as well have been carrying me as I was dragged out of the church. "I'm sorry. Whatever we did to upset you, I'm sorry. Please stop." I begged. The tears began to fall as he gripped my hair hard.

"darlin' ya’ have no idea what you're in for." Bo mocked my cries every now and then causing embarrassment to take over.

He pulled me to his truck where he shoved me into the passenger seat from the drivers way. Bo locked the doors and then proceeded to do up my seatbelt before driving off.

We made our way to the house we were previously at and I tried to get out of my seat. Bo held me in with his hand as he kept a tight grip on the seatbelt. “Stop.” You whined as you tried to remove his hand.

Bo did stop the car, but that was only because we had arrived at the hous of horrors. I was once again removed from vehicle the same way that I was forced into it and dragged inside.

The man in the mask stood in the middle of the hallway as if he was waiting for our arrival. “I got an idea for this one Vince.” Vincent tilted his head to the side as he stared at the two of us. “‘member what we were talkin’ about the other day. Thinkin’ I could show ya’ with this pretty little doll.” Thoughts flooded my mind of what could possible happen with what he was insinuating. “Ya’ wanna get out of here don’t ya’?” You frantically nodded your head. “Well ya’ see, my brother here is a bit of a freak. He likes to watch people, if ya’ catch my drift.” Bo winked at you.

You shook your head, feigning stupidity as you didn’t want to believe what Bo was trying to ask of you. “Suck my cock and I’ll let ya’ go.” Bo negotiated. You shook your head once more and tried to remove yourself from Bo’s right hold. “It’s either that darlin’, or my brother turns ya’ into one of his wax dolls. Who knows what he does to those things.” His hands cupped the side of your face as he looked down at you. “What do ya’ say, wanna give my brother a show? Those pretty lips of yours are just perfect after all.” His thumb swiped over your trembling bottom lip as you looked to the ground to avoid his gaze.

You felt degraded as you hesitantly nodded your head, not only were you having to get your potential killer off, but his creepy brother had to watch to and you weren’t even guaranteed a safe escape. “Ya’ know how it goes then.” Bo gestured down to the hard wood floor as he unzipped his jeans.

Slowly your knees connected with the rough floor and almost immediately they began to ache as you put all your body weight on them. “Let me see those tits of yours. Fuck they look perfect already.” You slid off your t shirt revealing your lacy bra. Ignoring the footsteps that came from Vincent, you focused all your attention on Bo who had pulled his cock out and was slowly jerking it to your tits.

You say still as Bo brought his cock closer towards your face. “Suck it will ya’.” Bo demanded. He pressed the tip to your lips that still refused to move. Before finally he pushed himself to enter in your mouth.

You cringed at the salty taste of his pre cum that hit your taste buds. Your teeth grazed his cock as you tried to get him to stop, only to freeze when you felt the tip of a knife on your cheek. “Pull some shit like that again and you’ll know about it.” Immediately you opened your mouth further and Bo thrusted as far as he could into your mouth.

Bo let out a loud groan. “That’s more like it.” He said as he felt your tongue press flat against the underside of his cock.

Your jaw was slack as you allowed Bo to push himself further. You couldn’t help but look up, making eye contact with Bo who was staring down at you with pure lust. “Fuck ya’ look damn pretty.” He ran his fingers through your hair and pulled it back into a makeshift ponytail.

He guided your head against his wet cock, using you as his own flesh light. “Take some close ups will ya’, Vince.” You looked over to Vincent with a camera taking many pictures of the pornographic scene in front of him.

You whimpered as you heard the flash, disliking the idea of them having pictures of you in such a vulnerable state. “Do that again. Fuck ‘m gonna cum.” Bo let out a guttural moan.

Your body gave in before you could stop yourself and the next thing you knew you were moaning causing Bo to feel the vibratons. He stilled his hips as you felt cum shoot into your mouth.

Bo pulled his dick out with a loud pop echoing when you released the tip. You tried not gag as you swallowed his remains. “Now that I think about it. I don’t want to let ya’ leave. Ya’ could be an important asset to our team.”