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[kkujo]

i miss feeling passionate about things

[lowkeyorloki]

Goldfish

Pairing: Loki x Mobius

Rating: Teen and up, but nothing more than a couple kisses

A/N: Hiiii sorry I’m never on here anymore I’m a bit busy and I don’t have time to post consistently on tumblr if I want to keep updating my multichapter! I know this isn’t my usual content but I’m posting it on my ao3 so I figured I’d drop it here as well ^.^ it’s funny, I don’t even ship lokius but I saw some fanart on twitter of them hugging and it just... inspired me. If this is your thing, I hope you enjoy <3

~

It’s just that… Loki knows it will have to be him.

He can’t read Mobius, not like he can every other human he comes across. Or being, even. Mobius has seen every moment of Loki’s life, some of which Loki himself will now never live out or understand. Mobius has watched Loki in his most private moments.

It makes the TVA agent inescapable. He knows Loki, truly knows him, whether Loki likes it or not. 

And so Loki can’t tell with Mobius. The small exhaled laughs or the allowance of Loki to fix his tie. Loki doesn’t know if Mobius does these things because he wants to, or because Loki would like to think the other man wants him to. 

And Mobius is loyal to the TVA, anyway. Even if he were to look past all of Loki’s faults, even if Mobius were to see Loki as anything more than a pain in the ass of a friend, he wouldn’t do anything. It was controversial enough to bring in Loki at all.

Loki should be thankful he has Mobius in any capacity at all. 

And so Loki knows he would have to make the first move. And he can’t do that, because Mobius is possibly the only person who could destroy Loki with a simple rejection. 

Loki keeps quiet, and lives for when his shoulder brushes Mobius’s in the elevator. 

~

Trying to find the variant is exhausting. Mobius is on his seventh cup of coffee, and his head is starting to buzz. Not the good, productive type of buzz either. The type that makes someone need to lay down. 

Apparently, Loki has already had that idea. Mobius glances at him, asleep across the table and surrounded by books and loose papers. As he drains the last of what’s in his cup, Mobius realizes he hasn’t seen Loki eat or drink a single thing since he got here. If he had to, Mobius would bet money the god hasn’t been sleeping either. 

Mobius stands up, his back cracking when he does. He groans - Mobius is getting old, something he’s noticed more and more lately. He walks around the table until he’s right next to Loki, ready to wake him up. Loki’s breaths are even, hitting the ends of a few pieces of paper. Mobius has never really seen him like this - calm, subdued. He almost looks peaceful. Mobius leans over Loki, hands on his hips as he examines the other man. 

Mobius would never tell Loki, but it is obvious that the dark-haired man is a god. There are just things about his looks that clue Mobius in. 

Loki’s skin, even as it’s gotten dull with his time in the TVA, is technically flawless. He glows, even in his embarrassing or rude moments. His cheekbones are impossibly sharp, and his lips are the reddest Mobius has seen. He would guess they’re soft. 

Loki’s hair was the most dead giveaway. It always looked perfect, loose curls that seemed to suck in any light. It was the opposite of Mobius’s graying blond hair. He’s shiny. Everything about Loki is shiny. 

Loki stirs, and Mobius straightens up, not wanting Loki to see him watching. He was upset enough that Mobius has watched his entire life over. 

Mobius ponders how to wake Loki up when a lock of his black hair falls into his face. Without thinking, Mobius reaches forward and tucks it behind the man’s ear.

Reckless. Loki really does start to wake up then, and Mobius swats him with the corner of the folders in his hand. 

“Come on,” Mobius says. “We’re not even close to done.”

~

The two of them are so close to making strides. Loki is smart, just like Mobius knew - just like he keeps convincing Ravonna - but he’s being held back. It’s like a single wrong look could make Loki wither away, be absent for the rest of the day. Mobius has no clue how someone who thought so highly of himself could be so affected by the glare of a random agent. Maybe Mobius didn’t know Loki as well as he thought. Only in small ways, though. 

And Mobius still hasn’t seen him eat or drink a damn thing. 

He stands up abruptly, surprising Loki. His head shoots up, perfect curls becoming loose and falling in his face in the process. Mobius almost considers brushing them away. 

“Come on,” he says, gesturing towards the exit. Loki narrows his eyes.

“We haven’t even been here four hours,” he says, which is generous, because they both know they’ve only been there for two. Mobius lets out a harsh sigh. 

“Am I the supervisor or are you? Let’s go, Loki.” Loki seems to know Mobius is doing him a favor, and stands up as well. Loki follows him down a new set of hallways, stands next to him in an elevator he hasn’t been on yet. 

“Am I to take it we’re breaking the rules, or…?” Loki trails off in a way that is anything but unsure. 

“It’s for the sake of the cause,” Mobius says. “We don’t need to address it directly.”

Mobius does look over his shoulder when he gets to the door, and locks it as soon as they’re both inside. He flicks on the lights, and Loki looks bored. Mobius lets out an exasperated sigh.

“Don’t say I never did anything for you. Sit down,” he gestures towards the couch. 

“Agent Mobius, are you allowing me in your home?” Loki’s eyes glint. Despite himself, Mobius finds himself relieved to hear Loki making quips again. He already might have more energy. 

“Hey, if we don’t talk about it, my job security looks a lot better,” Mobius sets a bowl down in front of Loki. “Will you please eat something? God or not, I don’t know how you’re still alive after a month.” Loki presses his lips into a thin line.

“Mobius, I appreciate the gesture, but you don’t need to -” Mobius is already prepared, and tosses a piece of food directly into Loki’s mouth as he speaks. He makes a gagging noise, and looks at Mobius furiously, but the other man is already laughing. 

“What… what are these?” He asks after swallowing, seemingly admitting defeat. Mobius laughs again.

“Goldfish. They’re from Earth you know,” Mobius eats a few, and quietly celebrates when Loki does as well. 

“Goldfish. I know of an employee you have that might benefit from these,” Loki tells him. 

“I’m flattered you think I’m anyone’s, especially Casey’s, superior. But really, the only person I’m in charge of is you,” Mobius says. Loki glares. 

“I’m always ten steps ahead of you all. Surely you know that,” he says, but it’s non-committal. Mobius can tell. 

“Yep. You’ve said before, handsome. This is all part of your plan.” Mobius looks to Loki for his next retort, but Loki doesn’t say anything. He stares at Mobius with an unreadable look on his face, and Mobius realizes his slip up. Handsome.

“Hey, don’t let my crackers go to waste. They’re hard to get a hold of around here, you know,” Mobius says, and Loki seems to move.

They stay like that for awhile, Loki sitting as Mobius watches over him. Mobius is just getting comfortable again when Loki gets up.

“It’s been great, but we probably should be heading back now,” he says, walking towards the door. “Wouldn’t want the timekeepers finding out about this, would we?”

Mobius stops him, carefully telling him to wait. Loki does, back facing him.

“I can tell you’re tired, Loki. I get it. You got here just after a war,” Loki tenses, just barely, at the mention of New York. Mobius talks faster to smooth it over. “I think you can take a day off. Better for me anyway. I don’t want to be sticking my neck out for someone who isn’t even helping all that much.” Mobius puts his hand on Loki’s shoulder. 

He’s always shocked by the amount of muscle he can feel through the material of Loki’s shirt. Loki seems so lean, but whenever Mobius touches him, he can feel how solid the other man is. He likes it. It’s soothing.

Loki turns around, looking suspicious. Mobius doesn’t blame Loki, but he does almost feel guilty. 

Almost.

“You can sleep here. Not just today. I’m sure the cot they have you sleeping in hardly compares to whatever you had on Asgard,” Mobius steps away, letting Loki go and waving his hand. “My couch doesn’t either, but it’s an upgrade for sure. Living room is all yours, buddy.”

“Where are you going?” Loki asks. Mobius looks at him. 

“To my room. I’m tired too,” he says. Loki blinks. 

“Won’t someone notice I’m not where I’m supposed to be?”

“I’ll take care of it,” Mobius says dismissively, even though he has no idea how he’s going to pull this off.

He’s practically made Loki a promise at this point. He’ll figure out how to make it all okay somehow. 

~

It’s driving Loki insane. 

Before, he could keep it all in because he was scared that Mobius wouldn’t want it. Wouldn’t want him. But now, there are moments that Loki doesn’t care. He doesn’t care that Mobius might push him away, give him that disapproving look if it meant Loki could just…

Kiss him. 

Loki scoffs at himself. He didn’t even get this caught up in the thought of a kiss as a boy. It was pathetic to feel like this in adulthood. 

What’s even worse is the thought that maybe this is how it’s supposed to be. He can recall watching Thor on Earth as he followed around Jane Foster, losing every bit of charm that kept him so popular on Asgard. At the time, Loki didn’t understand it.

But now he does. 

Everything is so high stakes for him - Loki is doomed if he doesn’t do as the TVA wants, and he would have been doomed had he just stayed on Earth like he was supposed to. But he barely even pays attention to those things.

Every waking moment is about Mobius. How he looks in the morning before he showers, hair tousled as he digs around in the fridge. The way his face lights up when he and Loki almost find the variant, and then the inevitable disappointment when they don’t. How every night, without fail, he tells Loki goodnight as the god falls asleep on his couch. 

Loki is starting to think there is something here. Because he’s paranoid, but not stupid. Mobius wouldn’t be letting Loki get this close if he thought the same way as when they first met. 

They enjoy each other. Mobius likes to lead, to rebel in the way he’s been given permission to. And Loki is realizing he doesn’t mind following a man like Mobius. 

~

Of course, the TVA isn’t so bad either. 

The organization itself, Loki hates. He’s never met the timekeepers, but they sound like kings. That was a group Loki never got along with. 

But the buildings, the center, was growing on him. Even if he wasn’t allowed access to most of the materials, Loki likes the library. He enjoys staying deep in the bookshelves, and bringing a stack out to drop right on the book Mobius is reading. Loki likes the elevators, which seemed to be the few minutes he could simply stand in silence and rest. He likes Casey too, though he tends to leave the poor, sad man alone now. 

Most of all, Loki likes the long hallways that rarely had anyone but him and Mobius. They feel private without being stifling. Sometimes, when the two go back to Mobius’s apartment too early, Loki feels sick. Like it physically hurts to be so close to having what he wants.

~

“That brown suit is hideous, you know.” Loki tells Mobius as they’re both getting ready. Mobius scowls at Loki.

“It’s uniform. You know, if everything works out, you might get one just like it,” Mobius retorts. Loki scoffs. “Alright then, mr. prince. What would you have me in?”

Loki stops, his eyes trailing over Mobius as he thinks about the question. Loki smirks, turning around as he grabs his belt.

“Anything else. You always look so uptight. No one here knows how to let loose a bit.”

“I’m uptight. That’s a good one,” Mobius says. He’s standing by the door, wanting to leave. “Could you hurry up and put your pants on? We’re late.”

All Loki is doing is tucking his shirt in, but he thinks he can feel Mobius looking. It’s in a way that doesn’t seem strictly observational. 

~

The nightmares, of course, are an issue. 

Loki hasn’t shared a room since he and Thor were children, so no one knows about the night terrors he gets. Maybe Mobius does, having had a glance at a few as he watched Loki’s life play out on the screen. But Loki doesn’t think so, because Mobius has never said anything. 

But of course, Loki has to ruin that. He wakes up with a shout that echoes off the walls. He slaps a hand over his mouth, then pulls it away, sticky with sweat. He’s pinching the bridge of his nose when Mobius bursts into the living room, slamming his hand over the light switch to turn it on.

“I’m sorry,” Loki says immediately, squinting at the brightness. “I didn’t mean to be so loud. I know you would get in trouble if someone were to find me here.”

“You.. I’d…” Mobius blinks, still half asleep and trying to figure out what’s happening. “Loki, are you alright?”

“I’m fine. Go back to bed, Mobius.” Loki leans more into his palm, cursing himself for letting this happen. If Mobius knows Loki like he claims to, he should just go.

Mobius stays in the doorway, and Loki can practically hear the gears turning in his head. Mobius sighs.

“Look, I’m not gonna ask you what it was, but… why don’t you sleep in here for tonight?” He gestures behind him, presumably towards his bed. Loki raises his head, looking at the other man.

Mobius looks sincere - painfully so. It seems like he doesn’t know what’s going on or what he should do, but he also looks like he just wants Loki to listen. 

Loki gets up, folding the blanket on the couch before he follows Mobius. Loki crawls into the bed after the other man, staying as far away as possible. He expects Mobius to say something else, but he doesn’t. Mobius just sighs and yanks the blanket towards him. 

~

Loki wakes up feeling amazing. 

He feels rested, warm and heavy as he stirs. The room smells like sleep, and Loki can’t help but raise his arms above his head and stretch. That’s when he feels something on his chest. Loki opens his eyes, peering down. Mobius’s arm is slung over him, the other man still asleep. 

Loki doesn’t move, trying to figure out how asleep Mobius still is. He wonders if they can stay like this for a few more minutes. 

He doesn’t take the chance. Loki gets up, quietly leaving so he can take a shower in the bathroom where his toothbrush sits next to Mobius’s. 

~

Mobius doesn’t like this shift in his feelings. 

He liked thinking Loki was all bravado with no depth. It was easy to separate everything that way. What was work, and what wasn’t. What mattered and didn’t. 

What was ethical or not. 

Being around Loki so much was making Mobius like him. Even worse, care. He started to dread rewatching certain scenes from his life to look for clues that might tell him where other Lokis are, because Mobius can see the effects of it all now. They’re playing out in front of him, sleeping on his living room couch. 

When Loki wakes up from whatever he was dreaming about, Mobius feels sick. He doesn’t even think about the fact Loki’s cry is loud enough to get caught - literally does not even occur to him. His only thought is, what now? What could possibly catch up to you here?

After Loki lays down in his bed (which was easier to get him to do than Mobius thought), Mobius listens for his breathing to even out. Then he reaches over, resting his arm on Loki’s chest. Mobius falls asleep making sure Loki is still breathing. 

~

Mobius notices the way Loki looks at him. The realization makes Mobius think about the two of them. What it would mean. 

It hasn’t even occurred to him to look at Loki like that, not seriously. Loki is an asset, so Mobius built up a ton of walls for the sake of professionalism. You know, for his job. Mobius is aware of Loki’s attractiveness because he has to be. It’s part of the reason all these Lokis get away with so much. 

But after that night Mobius begins to look at Loki because he can. And then he realizes he’s been doing that all along. 

“You know,” Mobius tells Loki the next afternoon. They’re in the cafeteria, and Loki is eating everything in his salad but the cherry tomatoes. “It might be better if you stay with me again tonight. Like you said, we wouldn’t want any of my neighbors to pick up on anything.” Loki raises an eyebrow, carefully setting his fork down. Mobius clears his throat.

“No need to be embarrassed, partner. I’m told I have a soothing presence.”

“I absolutely would not say that,” Loki says. “But… if you insist. After all,” Loki’s eyes glint. “You’re in charge.”

Mobius doesn’t know what to say to that, and drinks a cup of water in just one gulp.

~

And they settle into it. Loki doesn’t sneak out of Mobius’s arms, in fact, he actively seeks them out. Only once everything is quiet and the lights are out, but still. Loki tucks his head under Mobius’s chin, Mobius wraps his arms around Loki’s torso, and they both like it. A lot.

They don’t mention it ever, but it doesn’t seem like something they aren’t allowed to talk about. It’s just part of the routine. Shower, study, search, eat, get in bed. It’s nice. 

At some point, Loki realizes this is the longest he’s stayed in one place for a very long time. 

~

Just like Loki thought, he’s the first to do it. 

They’re in the elevator, and it’s taking a particularly long time, and Mobius decided to stand closer than he needed to and Loki just… kisses him. 

The best part is, Mobius doesn’t even seem surprised. He opens his mouth when Loki bites down on his lip, and he holds on to the lapels of Loki’s jacket and Loki cradles his face. Everything is so familiar, so natural, and Loki can’t help but smile against Mobius’s stupid mustache. 

And then Loki pulls away. Mobius doesn’t say anything, but he gives Loki a sad smile. Loki feels his blood run cold. 

“What?” He asks, and suddenly, he feels like a child. Like Mobius knows something he doesn’t, and now Loki is going to be chastised. 

“Nothing,” Mobius says, but that’s obviously not true. He sighs. “It’s just… that can't happen again.”

Loki stares at Mobius. “Why?” He demands. “Did you like it?”

“Yes,” Mobius says. His hands are resting on Loki’s waist, but he slides one over Loki's stomach. Mobius’s fingers find their way through the holes that the buttons of Loki’s shirt leave. The feeling of Mobius’s fingers on Loki’s bare skin make Loki dizzy, and confused. 

“Then why can’t we do it again?” He asks, wanting to rip Mobius’s hand off of him, but unable to bring himself to. Mobius grimaces. 

“Loki... Isn’t what we got goin’ enough?” Loki is cool under Mobius’s fingers. No more than anyone else though, even with his frost giant heritage. “C’mon, Loki,” when Mobius glances at Loki, then immediately looks away. The sight of Loki’s disorientated face, combined with his mouth slightly ajar… it’s too much. “You know if it goes any further one of us will screw up. I’ll even say it’ll be me. But someone would notice. It’d be impossible for them not to.”

“But… you’re the one who started this,” Loki protests, and he’s right, because Mobius is the one who brought him into this whole mess. The TVA, his apartment, his bedroom. It’s all been Mobius. Loki never asked for any of that. 

“I know,” Mobius says, and he sounds like he’s sorry. “Listen, I know. I’m sorry. We can’t have it all, but if we keep going the way we have, we can still have some.”

Loki steps away, and Mobius’s face falls. He looks more angry than sad. 

“I think I’d like to go back to my cell now.” Loki says. 

~

Loki doesn’t actually go back to his cell. But he does sleep on the couch again, and refuses to touch the Goldfish Mobius leaves out.

Mobius feels like a dick, but he’s also sort of pissed. He’s not happy about this either, and if Loki wasn’t always so selfish, he would see that Mobius also isn’t prancing around in happiness. 

“I’m not like you,” Mobius tells Loki the next morning. “Look, I can’t just… rebel. It’s not a luxury I’ve been afforded.”

“I’m glad that after seeing my entire life and death, you’ve settled on the word ‘luxury’ to describe it,” Loki responds angrily, and Mobius just backs off. He knows he won’t get anywhere with Loki, not like this. 

~

Watching Loki close himself off is… exactly what Mobius would have thought it would be. 

It’s exactly the same as when Loki arrived at the TVA, he’s just less defensive. Loki is just as mad at everyone else, but with Mobius, Loki doesn’t even give him a reaction. He does exactly what’s asked of him, no more and no less. 

Mobius misses him. 

Loki is just across the table, but Mobius misses their rapport. He wants to tease the god again, hassle him as they make their way to the cafeteria. Mobius wants to listen to Loki talk about Asgard, tell him all the little details that can’t be picked up on a screen. He wants his friend back. 

And now Mobius isn’t sleeping, either. He grew used to Loki’s head resting on his chest, the feeling of his hip in his hand. Mobius thinks about the skin of Loki’s stomach, how everything in the elevator felt. 

It was like Mobius lit up. He felt alive again, with free will and all.

But of course, Mobius doesn’t have free will. If he did, he’d pull Loki into the elevator himself, and show Loki just how much wanted this too. 

~

It hurts because Loki knows Mobius wants this. 

It’s almost worse than if he didn’t - because Mobius liking, wanting, and maybe even needing Loki back, it makes him like everything else in Loki’s life. Loki is so close, he can reach it, even hold it in the palm of his hand. A life with Mobius, at least for the time being, would be exactly as it was before the argument, except more so. Just a bit more. 

Loki can’t take it. He feels like he’s going to vomit every second of the day, because his life is a vicious cycle and coming so far just to be thrown away.  He takes long showers now, the stream of water being the only thing that can drown out his thoughts. Loki almost doesn’t see Mobius as he steps out of the bathroom, drying his hair. 

“Loki,” the other man says, and his tone is so grave that Loki stops. 

“Mobius,” he responds. “Do you need something?”

“I… I wanted to apologize,” Mobius takes a step forward. “For what I said.”

Loki tilts his head. “For which part? I recall quite a few things.” A look of exasperation passes over Mobius’s face. Loki hates to admit it, but the look is relieving. It makes everything seem less serious than it is. 

“What I said about not being like you,” Mobius explains. “Look, I know you’ve felt alone your whole life. And the way I said that, I don’t feel good about it. I’m sorry.”

Loki blinks, then throws his towel in the hamper. 

“It’s fine,” he says. Mobius shakes his head, stepping even closer, and Loki raises his eyes. 

“No, Loki, it’s not,” Mobius reaches up, running his fingers through Loki’s damp hair. “I lied,” he murmurs. “I lied to the God of Lies. I am like you, Loki. I’m your kind. I know Lokis, so I know who you would have been. But this you?” Mobius places his hands over Loki’s hips and pushes, pressing Loki’s back against the wall. “I’m still getting to know who you are now. And I like you, Loki. I really do.” Mobius stares at Loki expectantly. Loki swallows, resting his hands on Mobius’s shoulders. Mobius is softer than Loki is, and it makes Loki’s mouth water. From here, Loki can see every wrinkle and gray hair that Mobius has. He’s painfully human. Loki closes his eyes, leaning forward to press his lips against Mobius’s temple. 

“Do you mean it?” He asks. “Will it stick? Are you going to call it all off?” At this angle, Mobius can reach Loki’s neck, and he begins to suck on the delicate skin there. Loki lets out a moan. 

“I can’t promise we’re gonna get married and be together forever,” Mobius teases Loki lightly. He runs his tongue over Loki’s Adam’s Apple. “But I’m not gonna stop just because of the TVA. You.. you’re worth more than that.” Mobius slides his palms under Loki’s shirt and up his back, and Loki melts into him. “I promise.”

“Okay,” Loki says, because that’s all there is to say. He trusts Mobius, Loki realizes. He wholeheartedly does. 

“Loki,” Mobius says, exhaling. “Can I touch you? Do you want me to touch you?”

Loki straightens, catching Mobius’s eye. 

“Yes.”

[draganasimpsforjeff]

Hunting Dogs (proxies x reader) Chapter One

This is based on the story of mine on Quotev but due to it being labeled and now taking off index no one can see it unless searching my username so I figured I’d also post it on here cuz why not? Plus I like tumblr better anyways*shrug*

"Did you check the perimeter?" A dark haired man with a feminine mask questioned to his younger colleague who nodded in response. "A-all clear." That was what he expected out of the younger man. A simple straight answer. No one had time to have an explanation during a high stress leveled mission. A man's hair was clenched in the dark haired man's hand. A rag was shoved into his mouth, only letting him breathe through his nose while his eyes budged out in fear.

"Masky, you know what needs to be done. " A voice changer broke Masky out of his stare at the old man and back to his original partner, Hoodie. "I just want to take my time, after all..Boss never mentioned a deadline." He chuckles darkly, bending to the height of the old man.

"We don't need to bring attention to ourselves. This city is highly populated and we can't risk being caught. Get on with it." Hoodie forces his tone down, but trying to remain his point clear about how this was not a   game. They were not in the Slender forest or their usual hunting grounds.

This was an unfamiliar city with not that many hiding places. The dark alleys being their own source of protection.

"Syringe. " Masky held out his palm, waiting for the messy haired man to hand him what he requested. Toby reached into his pocket, careful not to accidentally drop it or prick himself with it. He hands it over and Masky grinned behind his mask. Hoodie looked around, scanning the area high and low with his eyes squinting every now and then to make sure no one was hiding in the dark before crossing his arms tightly and watched Masky.

"Okay, pops. I'm going to ask you some questions, but I'll need to take the cloth out of your mouth. No screaming, got it? If you did, I will not hesitate to use this." He held up the syringe, the dim light post, providing enough of it's source to give the liquid a shine. His grin grew wider, flicking it and turns his attention back to the man at his feet.

He nodded and Masky considered him for a moment, reaching down and takes it out. "Now. Tell me, Paul Densie. Why did you think it was smart to go looking for our kind?" he asks as his eyes never left the man's face. He swallowed, breathing shakily before choosing his words carefully. "It was not my choice. They were strict orders. I wasn't suppose to be taking up that case, you have the wrong man."

"We never have the wrong man." Masky snickered and grabbed the man's face. "And why was it so important for you assholes to go searching? Huh!? What was the fucking point?!"

"Masky be quiet you're go-"

"Shut the fuck up Hoodie, before I plunge this syringe into you instead of him. " Masky spat with venom, turning his attention back to the old man, taking a quick breath, looking back up at the man. "Now...answer the question. " He was glad that it was dark out so the hostage couldn't see the insanity that was brewing behind his eyes. He wanted nothing man then to wrap his large hands onto the bastards neck and squeeze till his head popped off.

"A f-few of our men have been filed as missing. We had some of our coworkers do some tracking and along with the timeline, it led us to the ones we suspect now. And once we find those bastards, you pricks will be done for!" A hard slap echoed from his face and Masky grabbed the guy's collar, bringing him close to his face. "You must be the dumbest person I ever met if you think your team can even come close to us. You will never find us. And we will make sure of that. We do whatever we need to to protect ourselves even if that means killing every. single. fucker. that. gets. in. the . way. We have our own strict orders to follow and we go through them. After all, we are just a bunch of hunting dogs." He grinned, stabbing the man in the chest with the syringe.

The man froze with his eyes bulging out, looking up at the dim light before falling down to the concrete beside Masky's leg.

A loud gasp caught their attention and they snapped their heads in the direction to see a girl with a work uniform on, most likely one of the local restaurants on the strip. One command made her break into a run, following her trace and leaving the alley.

"Here you go, Mr. Saka. Your usual." Y/N smiles at the middle aged man who came in here at least three times a week.  He was the regular's that you have gotten to known pretty well. You were still a newbie when it came to this job, but you made it one of your concerns to get to know people pretty well. You had a fresh start and you didn't want it to be like how your life was before moving. You saved enough money from your last job when you lived in a smaller town with your mom, but things were getting too bad at home that you went to school full time and a job. You were in senior year of high school and now you just worked full time at one of the well known restaurants in town.

It was actually the first place you applied to. The hourly pay wasn't great, but it was enough and plus you made tips. One of the upsides to getting to know people in a city like this, especially with regulars was that they paid you decently. And it was mostly always busy during the day with people rushing in for their break at work or tourists, but at night it was mostly drunks or regulars or some Yelp reviewer...you had a lot of those, they never got off the company's back that you worked for.

But you hadn't messed up once so you didn't worry about it.

"Thank you, sweetheart. My, I gotta say it's like you practically live here. Do you work full time?" Mr. Saka asks, cutting into his pancakes. He was one of those people that liked breakfast food at night and you thought it was funny when everyone else was having dinner and he was the only one ordering a breakfast platter.

"Yes, well, I'm trying to have enough money to where I don't have to worry so much about bills or if I want to get enough food for the month. It's hard, yes, but that's the adult life I guess." You sighed, running the damp rag across the counter, cleaning up from the last customer.

"Just try to take care of yourself. I would hate to see you get burnt out from all the hard work, besides, you're my favorite. " he sends a playful wink before drowning his pancakes in syrup. You chuckled, breaking into a small smile. "You're my favorite too, Mr. Saka. "

"Y/N, you may clock out if you like. We have a newbie coming in tomorrow and we might need you to come in early for an extra pair of hands." Your boss says, looking over the time sheet. You nodded, sighing a little as you hated coming in early especially when you thought you were going to have a short shift tomorrow. "Alright, I will. Goodnight everyone!" You said, sliding your time card in and clocking out. "Have a goodnight, Mr. Saka. Stay out of trouble." You give him a small pat on the shorter, sending him into a fit of laughter.

"As if!"

You chuckled once more at his comment, opening the door and walking out. The air was a bit chilly and you were glad to have brought your hoodie. It wasn't the thickest, but it covered you up. So, it did it's job.

As cliche and dumb as it was, you usually took shortcuts home. The city was too alive at times like this, making it nearly impossible to not be trampled by other people or take nearly an hour to get home. With a short cut, you cut the time in half. It was still exhausting after a long shift at work, but it was something.

You heard shouting and stopped dead in your tracks. You heard an old man speaking and furrowed your eyebrows. Should I see what is happening? Call the cops? Turn around and leave? What?

But before you could register what your body was doing, you moved away from the shadows and gasped at the sight of an man, sending a needle into the old man's chest and watching him fall to the ground.

Three heads snapped at you and you cursed silently, before turning your heel in the opposite direction, waiting for the signal to break into a run.

"GET HER!"

So here's the first chapter. I hoped you liked it and there might be chapters with cliffhangers, so expect that. This is going to be a dark creepypasta x reader, so if don't like that then don't read any further as topics will get triggering, just a warning also gonna use tags so maybe you guys can find it easier cuz i don’t know how to do masterlist

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Description: Endless search for the Winter Soldier has made Captain America adopt more... gruesome measures.

Warnings: Gruesome torture, description of violence. Not for the faint-hearted.

Proceed only if you are 18+!

This is my entry for the third week of Weekly Challenges set by @donutloverxo @captain-a-rogerss and @optimistic-dinosaur-nacho . The challenge was to write a song fic and I selected "It's Been A Long Long Time by Kitty Kallen and the Harry James orchestra" (it's a classic okay?). Find the details of the challenge here-

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Sam was exhausted. His back sore, eyes heavy with sleep and shoulders in pain. He closed his eyes, slowly massaging his forehead as he prepared himself to pull another all-nighter. Hours of reading every lengthy document, examining the smallest data entry, watching all the security tapes and assessing every interview that had ever belonged to S.H.I.E.L.D./Hydra had borne no fruit. Sam Wilson could not find any information about the Winter Soldier.

Sam wanted to help Steve locate Bucky after the fall of S.H.I.E.L.D. The Hydra operative had gone completely undercover without leaving a trail. Steve had gratefully accepted Sam's offer to chase down any leads in the beginning, no matter how insignificant. At first, Steve had been patient, understanding even. But after months of futile effort, they were back to where they had started.

Steve entered the abandoned military base with dinner in tow. He smiled softly when he saw Sam's exhausted silhouette, "Hey pal," he placed a hand on Sam's shoulder, "You need to take a break. Come eat dinner, then sleep for a while. I can hold the fort for some time."

Sam jerked up in surprise. He hadn't heard the super soldier enter. Maybe he needed a break. But that would mean letting him loose…

"Uhh no. I don't need the rest. I can go on for days," Sam managed to reply with a forced smile. 

Steve shook his head, "Not on my watch. C'mon let's eat. I got your favourite sushi."

Sam obliged at the mention (and aroma) of his favourite meal.

The dinner progressed quietly, with Sam deliberately chewing every morsel slowly, hoping to lengthen the meal. Hoping to stop Steve tonight.

Patience was a virtue that Steve Rogers possessed in abundance.

He silently waited for Sam to finish, guessing the reason behind his action. 

Steve had understood pretty early that the files released by Natasha were a dead-end when it came to locating Bucky. He didn't doubt Sam's integrity for a second, but he had guessed that Hydra would have never hidden Bucky's details within S.H.I.E.L.D. files.

Steve Rogers' patience had started to wear thin.

The next step in finding Bucky had been obvious for Steve. Interrogate Hydra agents for any clue. That's what it was for Steve. Simple, old-fashioned interrogation. But the world today was different. He knew his interrogation methods would be… frowned upon to say the least. 

Hence at first, Steve had managed to keep his investigation a secret. But Sam had quickly caught on, sensing that Captain America had been hiding something from him, from his team. Steve had reluctantly included Sam in his plans, knowing that he would object to his methods, which Sam did.

But Sam had soon backed off. 

Something feral, wild ignited in Steve whenever the topic of Bucky came up. Sam found it unsettling that Steve would resort to such barbaric measures just to find his friend. This raw fire within Steve frightened Sam. He soon realised that the only way to put a stop to Steve would be to find Bucky. 

That's why Sam refused to take any break, combing through mountains of files and data, looking for a sentence, a word, a figure, that could help them in locating the Winter Soldier.

Sam finally finished his dinner. He offered to clean up but suddenly, felt his eyelids drooping. "You should sleep buddy. Take some rest," offered Steve gently, his tone containing the slightest authority. 

Sam unsuccessfully tried to stifled his yawns, "N..No. I can… still continue… can't s..stop."

Steve smiled indulgently as he half carried Sam to his room, the sleeping medicines working wonderfully. 

Steve cleared the takeout containers and changed into his stealth suit.

Confirming that the sound-proofing mode was still into effect, he slid a panel on the wall and headed down a dark corridor.

Unlocking the heavy door, he stepped inside to resume his interrogation.

The stale smell of blood and rotten infection greeted his nostrils as he neared the Hydra agent. Switching on the single light, Steve found Clarke Burtwall where he had left him, hanging from the ceiling, naked.

Clarke's scalp had been shaved completely. His head was covered in deep, bloody, infected cuts. His red eyes wore a hollow look. Both of Clarke's shoulders were dislocated, his hands having been stretched too far with the chains hanging from the ceiling. Cheekbones sunk, jaw bashed in, a huge cut extending from his throat to his chest. Glass shards stuck to his torso as blood coagulated around the wounds. His hip bones had been broken, so were the bones in his thighs, knees and calves, his legs showcasing more bruises and burnt marks. Steve had chopped off even numbered toes on Clarke's right foot, and odd numbered toes on his left. He still chuckled at his joke, Clarke was now an oddly-even guy, whatever that meant.

Steve stood in front of Clarke's scarred, bloodied, burnt and almost limp body. He pressed a button, and the speakers above Clarke blasted the instrumental beginning of the song It's Been A Long Long Time. Clarke jerked at the sudden noise, distracted from his pain-induced coma. 

"Do you know this song Clarke?" Steve asked him nonchalantly, "This song was made to welcome soldiers home from World War II. I never got to hear it then, I bet Bucky didn't either. So I want to play it for him when he returns home. But for that, I need you to tell me where he is."

Clarke looked blankly at Steve. Truth be told, Steve didn't know whether he had gotten through the Hydra agent or not. 

"Clarke, I cannot let you go, but I can give you a quick, painless death. All you have to do is tell me anything that you may know about the Winter Soldier's currently location," Steve tried again.

Clarke made a slight moment with his head and a second later, his spit drooled down his chin. "Oh you wanted to spit at me?" Steve asked with his eyebrows raised, "Long painful death it is then."

He reached the panel to his right side, sliding it open to reveal bow and arrows. Getting in position, he said cheerfully, "I don't know how Hawkeye does it. Never used a bow and arrow. Always felt comfortable with a shield. Help me with target practise, will ya?"

The lyrics of the song started as Steve released his first arrow, narrowly missing Clarke.

🎵Never thought that you would be... standing here so close to me🎵

Steve chuckled and sang along, "Never thought that you would be, hanging here so close to me,"

🎵There's so much I feel that I should say🎵

"There's so much I feel that you should say," he continued,

🎵But words can wait until some other day🎵

"But Bucky can't wait until some other day,"

🎵Kiss me once🎵 One arrow hit Clarke's abdomen

🎵Then kiss me twice🎵 Second arrow pierced his groin

🎵Then kiss me once again🎵 Final arrow penetrated his right bicep

As the song continued, Steve looked at the wall besides the panel, and selected his next target from the remaining 70 or so Hydra agents. He put a cross on Clarke's face on the list with a smirk.

"Hey Clarke," he shouted, "You were my 200th Hydra agent in the last 6 months! Congratulations man!"

Laughing, he sauntered over to Clarke as he resumed singing,

🎵You'll never know how many dreams I've dreamed about you… Or just how empty they all seemed without you🎵

Steve shook the arrow in his abdomen 🎵So kiss me once🎵

He twisted the other arrow into his groin 🎵Then kiss me twice🎵

Steve pushed the arrow in his bicep deeper 🎵Then kiss me once again🎵

"It's been a long, long time," muttered Steve as the song finally ended.

Taking immense pleasure in Clarke's pain, Steve wished him goodnight as he exited the room, leaving Clarke in a bloody darkness.

Steve Rogers was an honorable man, a patriot who would lay down his life for the greater good of his country and its citizens. But when it came to his best friend, his Bucky, Steve Rogers was ready to bring the almighty God himself down to his knees.

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Fics That Give Me Feels

(Angst, whump, hurt/comfort etc.) Regularly adding new fics

Please note that some of these can and will be TRIGGERING for some so please be careful.

Depression, self-harm, mental health, death, etc. Sorry if I missed anything else that might trigger anyone (I haven't read through these properly in a while) if someone spots any triggers will you please let me know?

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After the Storm Passed

Sometimes, Peter felt like he wasn't quite... real. Like maybe he wasn’t really himself but a bad copy of himself. Like maybe he’d come back wrong.

Lost boy's lullaby

"Goodnight my angel, now it's time to sleep

And still so many things I want to say."

- Lullaby, Billy Joel

Peter was surely tired and exhausted.

He has been exhausted since five... years ago? Right? He has been fighting Thanos since that time and he had been beaten up pretty badly. And of course, who would have forget the time that he actually died--disintegrating second by second on an unfamiliar planet, fighting the inevitable of fading away... fading into nothingness. He has been fighting since that time and now, he just couldn't get any break, could he?

i love you 3000, peter parker. whether you believe it or not.

what if, after seeing morgan, tony gets another visitor in the soul realm?

teach me to be comfortable in my own skin

"Mr. Stark?"

Mr. Stark hummed but did not lift his eyes from his work. "Yeah, kid?"

"Does it bother you that I'm not normal?”

Will I Ever Make A Sound?

Mental illness does not discriminate. It doesn't give a damn if Peter Parker is Spider-Man. It takes and it takes and it takes.

But there is hope. There is always hope.

By @losingmymindtonight

Being Alive (is different than living)

The lines between life and death become blurred for Peter Parker and his family and friends when Thanos snaps his fingers. But living again when you were once dead? Well, that's the hardest part. Peter finds that surviving and living are two very different things. It's a cruel and unfortunate thing to discover.

does it ever get better? (a journey through self-harm)

By @imstrandedonthemoon

the courage of stars

Peter falls silent again, exhausted, and Tony takes the time to study the kid carefully. Peter is sullen in a way he’s never seen before, shoulders hunched and weighed down by some unseen force.

He’s just not… Peter.

“Come on, Pete. Talk to me,” Tony prompts. “If you want to see the stars, I can take you. I’ll take you wherever you’d like.”

or

Sometimes, Peter can't breathe. Tony does his best to help.

+

mosaic thoughts

Tony watches, face tight with concern, as Peter swallows thickly. The kid’s hands twitch irritably where they rest on his thighs, and Tony’s eyebrows fly up at the increasingly open display of anxiety.

“What’s going on in that head of yours?” Tony prompts gently.

Peter shakes his head fiercely again, face beginning to crumple as tears start to spill down his cheeks. Tony quickly gets up and kneels in front of him.

“Easy, kid. It’s okay, it’s okay. Just take some deep breaths and you can tell me what’s wrong.”

Peter makes another sound before finally choking out, “I can’t - I can’t!”

or

Anxiety steals Peter's colors, but Tony's there to bring them back.

+

to build a home

After the snap, Peter comes back, but nothing is the same. He's now faced with near-crippling anxiety, depression, and PTSD. But thankfully, he's got a Tony and amazing friends and family to help rebuild everything he'd lost. Recovery isn't easy, but it's worth it.

+

teach me how to say goodbye

Tony curls Peter into him protectively. “Don’t hurt him!” Tony warns, and the man laughs.

“Oh, I’m not going to do anything. You are,” he says, placing the gun down on the floor. “Well, technically you have a choice. Either you can kill your boy, or you,” he says, pointing at Peter, “can shoot Iron Man. I’ll leave it for you to decide. The survivor will be free to go, never to hear from me again.”

(In which Peter and Tony face the hardest decision they've ever had to make.)

By @tonystarkstan

I can't find a title for this

By @justme--emily

This hit really close to home and had me sobbing.

Tell Me You'll Be Fine

"Tony." A voice, gentle and warm, spoke from behind him. Tony frowned slightly, that sounded very familiar but..

Tony turned around to look at the boy- no, the young man. Tony balked slightly.

He was taller now, definitely taller than Tony was. He filled into his body well, his muscles thicker and shoulders broader, still lean though. His hair was a little shorter, too, but it was still the same brown curls. The same doe eyes. The same trusting smile.

"You're-" Tony tilted his head, taking a step forward and huffing in disbelief. The boy- no, man, walked up to meet him, smiling softly. "Pete?" Tony asked quietly, hesitantly.

"Hey, Mr. Stark."

You should be here

Since coming back from the snap May and Peter had been moved into the tower, easing the separation anxiety between everyone.

Aunt May had become Pepper’s personal assistant which meant she could see more of Peter.

Not long after the rest of the Avengers were pardoned and moved in as well. It was a little tense to start with but soon everyone was building their broken relationships back up, a lot of crying and apologising involved.

Peter soon found himself with an extended family that he loved very much.

Now it was his Eighteenth birthday, and he’s happy. He is…

by @marvels-blue-phoenix

Through Your Tattered Window Pane

While fighting a battle he wasn't supposed to be in, Tony loses his memory. He slowly regains it, seeming to remember everyone... except Peter.

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Am I Just a Shadow You Drew?

Tony has been distant lately. Peter learns why. [AU: No powers]

By @emeraldmoon

broken by my own hand (put back together by yours)

"For the first time he realizes how perfectly the kid fits into his life. In his arms, against his chest, under his chin, in his entire world."

What Do I Need?

He's not coming. If I wasn't such a burden to him before maybe he would have helped me now. Maybe he would come pick me up and everything would be okay. But everything's not okay because I ruined everything. I should have lied more. I shouldn't have talked to my counselor. This. Shouldn't. Be. Happening.

By @scooter3scooter

Diamond of the Day

Peter couldn't let Mr. Stark die. He wouldn't let him die. He had lost Ben, he wouldn't stand by and not do anything.

Or

The Avengers Endgame/Merlin crossover that no one asked for and made me sad

+

Tumblr Drabble/One Shots

+

Whumptober 2019

By the stunning @itsreallylaterightnow

Resetting the Bone

"Morgan was being sweet, he knew that. She didn’t understand how Peter was sick. She had heard somewhere- how nobody could guess- that he was hurt on his left arm. She knew he had done it. Not a bad guy.

She’d come up with the idea that he needed a Band-Aid to keep on his wrist. Pride glowing on her face, she made sure he had one every morning. Peter wore it all day for her.

Morgan kept giving him Band Aids every visit. She didn’t give up. She was being sweet. She was trying to take care of him. But he really wished she would stop!"

these christmas lights keep shining on (without you here)

With Christmas right around the corner, Peter doesn’t know how he can move on without Tony. Thankfully, he has his family to help him through it.

By @marvelous-writer

Just gonna let em hate

It’s not like anything changed much.

Peter is usually great brushing off all the shit everyone gives him for being himself. It usually doesn’t matter what they think; what anyone thinks really.

So why is it getting so hard for him to do that recently?

By @starrykitty013

cracks in my glass house

Since adopting Harley, the adjustment period had been... hard.

Harley didn’t seem to think Tony cared about where he went or what he did or when he did it. He’d had to bail Harley out of jail more than once already. Harley had brought home girls and boys alike on various nights, only to send them home in the morning and never speak to them again (not that Tony could judge, but by this point he’d passed out more NDAs than he could keep track of).

But it was fine. Everything was fine. Tony loved Harley. He’d do anything for him.

Except let Peter become one of those nameless faces he spent the night with.

TLDR; Harley is a ~bad boy~ and Tony doesn’t want him to hurt Peter.

New Dream

“You ever tried to escape?”

Peter chuckled. “Yeah. Lots of times I end up back here, brink of death. Though, twice Tennison was so impressed he let me have extra dinner and no experiments the next day.”

“Wow, kiddo, living the luxurious life, huh?” it was astounding how quickly they’d fallen into a comfortable companionship.

“There was a guard who helped me once,” Peter’s smile dropped with his volume. “But he had to leave. They never found out he helped me. I was hoping…”

He trailed off and shook his head. “Well, I guess I’ll just have to hitch a ride with you when Captain America comes to bust you out, huh?”

Tony’s heart jumped. Oh, kid, if you knew just how much I wished for that. “Yeah, I guess I’ll let you come along. Only one stowaway allowed, though, you hear me? No weird mutated turtles or rats or something.”

Peter laughed again, and for a moment the cold cell felt warm.

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venus and mars

pairing — jimin x reader

genre/warnings — fluff, idolverse, boyfriend au, a wild (brat) jungkook appears, sleep deprived maknae line

notes  — hi!!! this is part of a small series of disconnected drabbles/blurbs centered on jimin, who is not my bias wrecker,,.......aha........yeah. unedited so sorry for my mistakes, this was written when i was sleep deprived.......aha......!!! i’ll link in the future the venus and mars moodboard, as tumblr still fucks up posts with links :( hope you like this!!! send me thoughts?? or love? wait no i’m proving a point i’m not jimin ♥︎

summary  — “He’s gone.”

“Good,” you hum contently, “Now you can talk dirty to me.”

“You literally mentioned chocolate bunnies and serial killers earlier, babe.”

“Oooh, yes, more,” you moan playfully, cuddling your pillow. “Park Jimin. Chef kiss. The man you are today.” 

Sometimes releasing an album it’s exhausting.

Jimin knows that.

It’s indefinitely cooler dropping hints to your fans and making them believe it’s a mind-blowing journey where you write lyrics everyday and produce sounds in thirty minutes tops. Like they’ve always been there, like they’ve been in your mind the whole time and you just had to politely ask them to come out and materialize themselves.

Most of the time, it’s just people in a room. Nodding to whatever is happening in their Macs, moving their hands in the air, following a certain rhythm one day thousands of people will know. Sometimes, instead, it’s all quiet, if he’s lucky; there’s only a reigning peace towering the leather couches and armchairs where people are sprawled on.

Right now, the silence’s broken by the small sounds his phone is making. The truth is that he’s gently forcing everyone to listen to his tracks.

He has been holding his phone and earbuds for the past forty-three minutes, crouching on his knees next to the person he needed the approval of. It’s a tad embarrassing, and people mostly thinks he does this in order to fulfil his praise kink, but. They’re not totally wrong.

He just really, desperately needs approval.

“It’s nice,” Namjoon says, and Jimin feels a rush of excitement spreading into his body. Namjoon doesn’t lie. Namjoon likes telling the truth, whether it’s a rushed “I don’t like it, I feel like you could do a lot better” or a warmer “I like this vibe. Keep working on this.”

Getting the members’ approval is one of the moments he shields the most in his heart, along with private, quick moments fans can’t see taking place. There’s a lot of congratulations behind the stage, a lot of hugging that can’t happen because of all the styling and make-up, lots of texts read by the managers out loud, declaring things like “you’ve really outdone yourselves” and “keep that going”, which never fail to make Jimin warm.

Though the hastiness of it all is somewhat frightening. There are people crowding the streets and stadiums and everywhere they go—for them, Jimin thinks, it’s heavier. The tickets fever, waiting outside for hours, shifting their bodies into difficult positions, outside buildings for so long just to see their smiles flashing for thirty seconds.

It’s unnerving.

Fans do so much and they—they jump into their cars, rapidly seeing the fans becoming dots into the distance. In a millisecond. Jimin hates that.

It’s past four am, his rushed recording has gotten almost everyone’s approval – not Jungkook’s, though; the Brat has decided that his work needs more backup vocals and a lot heavier hook, and drums or other weird, loud instruments – and this result alone should be relaxing, or. Exciting, he supposes. This should result in a definitely warmer feeling aimed to push him to work harder, as stuff like this usually does, but this time feels different. This time it’s – nonsense, an unknown frigid state of anxiety that he cannot calm down.

Dorm life feels suffocating now, because Seokjin is in the studio, Namjoon is distantly working to lyrics and Hoseok has disappeared ever since he announced he’d be working for a diverse track, loud and crazy and depictive of their pent-up energy.

Anxious Jimin knows talking helps, but Rational Jimin argues that the only voice he’d want to hear, now, is not available, so what’s the point?

You’re resting.

Aha. What a feeling. What an unconceivable, strange action he was used to when he was younger.

Still, you’re resting. Closing your eyelids for more than thirty-six seconds on a working day. Sleeping.

Like every other normal human being at four am.

He groans, unblocking his phone and instantly drowning in his oversized hoodie, his left hand barely making an appearance in the cold hair.

He shouldn’t, he reckons, but you have always told Jimin he shouldn’t think, and moreover, he shouldn’t listen to his self-destructive thoughts when hungry or sleep-deprived.

So, ding, ding, ding! He excels in non-proper thinking when sleep deprived – and he’s always sleep deprived, so. Ten thousand points to Gryffindor, as Seokjin-hyung would say.

Jungkook mutters a “Gotta pee,” exiting the room and leaving Jimin alone in the living room. You’re not picking up. That’s okay, that’s fine, he should really stop bothering you—

“Hey, Chim,”

It’s the softest voice he has ever heard in his twenty-three years of life. God. You could punch him in the gut, and he’d thank you.

“Is…” – you’re shuffling in bed, and he can picture you passing a hand over your closed eyes – “Is everything okay?”

Jimin licks his lips, feeling his tiredness embracing him. “Yeah, sorry I woke you up…”

“Mhm.” You breathe out. “Nonsense.”

He hears you sitting on your bed, yawning. “Have you showed the others your recording?”, you ask, because you’re perfect like this. Jimin instantly feels guilty for this random night call.

“The hyungs liked it,” he murmurs, voice low, “I’ll show you tomorrow, if you want to?”

“Please. It’s not like I’ve been begging you to for the past week, right?”

“Yeah, that’s the main reason why I’m avoiding you.”

You groan, making him smile. “Don’t joke about it, jerk. We miss you.”

“We?”

“My bed? Me? Mostly the bed, though?”

The idiot snorts. “Cocky, aren’t we?”

But you do love this idiot. “Not joking. I’ve been hearing stuff from these sheets. ‘Been missing your non-existent tattoo.”

“Sounds logic.” Jimin hums, and that’s all you need to hear to know he’s feeling better than seconds ago.

“Babe,” you start, tongue rolling on the back of your mouth, “What I’m about to say is not gonna make a lot of sense because a minute ago I was dreaming about chocolate bunnies and serial killers, but. You know I miss you, right? But then again, you know this, and you know that I love you.”

Jungkook plops on the couch and starts scrolling on what Jimin assumes is his secret twitter account. Stan account, according to the sources. (Taehyung and Seokjin are his sources, thank you very much). When the younger turns around and catches him staring, Jimin all but attempts a smile—promptly cut by the cushion Guk throws him.

Jimin sighs. They grow up so fast.

“I know you. I know that if there’s someone who can go through these hard few days, it’s you and the guys. In a couple weeks you’re going to think about this day and laugh because it sounds like the plot of an indie, overrated movie. You can do it. I know you do.”

He loves you so much he could cry, but he decides against it. Instead, he says: “You’re like my energizer drink, you know?”

To which Jungkook and you both answer with a disinterested, “Ew, disgusting.”

The things your boyfriend says when sleepy. Gosh.

“Why the fuck is noona still dating you?” – Jungkook prorupts loudly enough that you hear, voice painted with curiosity – “You’re weird, hyung.”

“It’s definitely because of your dick—”

“She says I’m a kind soul.”

“—Dicking game’s so good I might forget you just called me a sweetened drink.”

“And buy her expensive stuff.”

Jungkook feigns a shocked face. “So, you’re her sugar daddy? Noona, I have an apartment. For myself.”

“Don’t hit on my girl right in front of me, kid.”

You erupt into a fit of giggles. “Oh my god, when did Guk become so annoying? I love him. Can we adopt him?”

“Too bad,” he says aloud, trying not to smile, “Too bad we’ve already adopted him as our group’s mascot, babe. He’s not an obedient child, though.”

The “Fuck off,” Jungkook sputters is enough for making you laugh so hard he doesn’t have it in himself to stop you because you’re so loud you could wake Tae, asleep on the kitchen counter.

This—this moment right here, is what Jimin loves most about his life. Besides performing and laughing because Jungkook called him a small pepper once again – the audacity – and other vague, members-related facts. You calm him, and love him, and listen to whatever thing he has on his mind.

“He’s gone.”

“Good,” you hum contently, “Now you can talk dirty to me.”

“You literally mentioned chocolate bunnies and serial killers earlier, babe.”

“Oooh, yes, more,” you moan playfully, cuddling your pillow. “Park Jimin. Chef kiss. The man you are today.”

“I can’t believe you just said that out loud.”

“Yeah, me neither. Guess one of us really needs to sleep and, shockingly, that’s not you?”

“I know,” – Jimin assures, closing his eyes – “Pretty sure this is another of your strange dreams, weirdo.”

You’re drifting off, and it’s the cutest thing Jimin has ever witnessed. “Kiss Guk goodnight. And…” a yawn, “Call me again in a couple hours, I really want to know what you’re working on, baby.”

“That can do,” he says, softly. “Love you.”

But he doesn’t hear you saying it back to him.

Only Taehyung muttering a soft “Nobody ever kisses me goodnight.”, half dead, half pouted, which makes Jimin smile like an idiot.

[lioninsunheart]

’Friday Night Rant’ “I Fucking Love You ALL’--Goodnight Tumblrs!

HOW TO STOP GIVING FUCKS ... AND HEAL~ Be happy, be good, be positive, be optimistic, be successful, be woke, be spiritually enlightened. Consume the perfect diet. Attract a million followers on Instagram. Live your best life. Rise up the career ladder. Be fit and healthy. Be your greatest self. Manifest your life’s purpose. Optimize your body's functioning. Release your pain, fear, anger and sadness. Free yourself from doubt. Fall in love with the man and woman of your dreams and live happily ever after and never feel lonely again. This dream is beautiful but it is literally killing us. The eternal soul has no interest in living up to any ideal of happiness, however beautiful. Its terrible and sacred rage boils underneath the entire self-help project. Its cry for authenticity, for Truth at any cost. Fuck the lie of the ‘perfect life’; it only makes us depressed, anxious, addicted, and actually feeds our shame and self-loathing and feelings of failure. The constant striving eventually exhausts us, brings us to our knees. It’s too much work for the poor organism, to be ‘positive’ all the time. The Unconscious is enraged by the lie. And it wants to fucking rest. But in our exhausted state, afraid even to touch our exhaustion, we turn to medication, energy drinks, drugs, mantras, the gym, more positivity. Or we simply lose ourselves in thought. Or we create a new identity as ‘the depressed one’ or ‘the failure’. Or we simply ‘push through’ the exhaustion and just keep busy, and numb. Keep moving at any cost. Never stop. Happiness literally makes us unhappy. Fuck this kind of false happiness. It’s vitally important to make room for the darkness too. To create space in your life for the grief, the rage, the shame, the fear and the loneliness. To bring these poor, misunderstood creatures out of hiding and into the Light. If you do not, they will drain your lifeblood like vampires. Until you listen. Be willing to expose your unhappiness, too. Give a voice to the sorrow, the anger, the fear, the deep loneliness at the core. Break some taboos. Say the ‘wrong’ thing. Shatter the false image. You may lose followers. You may lose friends. You may lose your job. You will certainly lose your mask. Change may scare the shit out of you. Good. It’s supposed to. You may lose everything and you may have to begin life again. But the soul will rejoice. It has been through myriad deaths and rebirths. It couldn’t give a fuck about protecting itself from change. It finds change thrilling, life-giving, erotic even. There is a bigger Happiness that actually embraces even our deepest unhappiness and does not shame it. This is the Happiness you have always longed for. The Happiness that strips off the mask, destroys our protections, sees our flaws, our vulnerabilities, our deepest sorrows… and accepts and loves us just as we are. Okay. Here is your new spiritual mantra… Fuck (the mind’s concept of) happiness. Fuck ‘Namaste’. Fuck trying to be good. Fuck spirituality. Fuck perfection. Fuck fitting in. Fuck all the gods and gurus and guides who fuel the filthy lie of happiness as a destination and a goal. Fuck this narcissistic, self-absorbed, shame-based culture that suppresses the feminine and our gorgeous vulnerability. Accept it all and fuck it all. Bless it all and fuck it all and love it all. Open your heart to it all. Bless this silly human mind with its conditioned ideas and impossible standards and its never-ending attempts to tell us how we ‘should’ be, or what the ‘right’ thoughts and feelings are. Fuck the lie of happiness that sends so many to an early grave.

Protect the inner child, the one who feels unhappy, lonely, sad, disconnected, sometimes. Stop telling her or him to be happy, connected, peaceful, spiritual and blissed-out today. She or he couldn’t give a fuck. She and he just want your love. Drench the sad and lonely inner one with curiosity, understanding. Breathe into her and him. Fuck all the forces of the world that would seek to harm us or silence us. And when we ask, “Mommy, Daddy, do I have to be happy and perfect for you to love me?” You can reply: “Of course not my love. I love you exactly as you are. I love your flaws and imperfections and your vulnerable heart. They are all so beautiful to me. It’s okay to not feel peaceful. You don’t have to be happy right now. Let’s be unhappy together…” Now THAT is fucking Happiness.~ ~Jeff Foster

[thedeliverygod]

Good Enough

a yatori college AU

Chapter 25/?

AO3|ff.net

(sorry for the lack of a preview, tumblr is dumb af and is inserting special characters into everything even when I paste without any formatting)

“So how did you meet this boy you’re tutoring, Hiyori?” Her dad asked from the living room as she and her mom continued to wash the dishes.

Hiyori swallowed and continued to look down, answering, “My friend told me that they knew someone who needed tutoring in English and Japanese and I told them that I had done tutoring in high school, so it just worked out from there.” She avoided using male pronouns, knowing this would immediately spark a conversation regarding her ‘friend’, a conversation she wasn’t ready to have quite yet.

“Do you think you’ll continue your tutoring after this semester?” Her mother looked up at her from her side.

Nervously tucking a piece of hair behind her ear, she nodded, “I think I’ll definitely continue for the rest of the school semester, after that it depends on how he’s doing, I suppose.” Her mom frowned at that answer, “I just really don’t want to you to get distracted from your studies. Isn’t there someone closer to his grade level that could tutor him?” “Not at the moment, he just moved to the area and doesn’t have many friends his age.” Hiyori shook her head, “And if he decides to go that route later, that’s okay and I’ll step back. But I’m doing fine, Mom, you don’t have to worry.” Clearing her throat and changing the subject, she questioned, “So when is Oniichan supposed to be getting here?” Hearing the crinkle of newspaper first, she heard her dad answer, “I believe he said tomorrow afternoon.” Nodding cheerfully as she looked up, she replied, “It’ll be great to see him, I feel like it’s been forever.” “I can say the same.” Her dad smiled back before the phone ringing caused both of them to turn their heads. Hiyori nodded towards her mom, suggesting, “I can finish up the dishes if you want to answer that.” Her mother was the one who used the house phone the most after all, so the call was more than likely directed towards her. “Thank you.” She flashed a quick smile before sneaking out of the kitchen. After she had put the last dish onto the drying rack, Hiyori moved into the living room and sat down on the couch to the side of the armchair that her dad was resting in. “So how are you liking school this semester?” “It’s a bit difficult sometimes, but there’s a lot of interesting things that I’m learning. My professors are all pretty great and I do really like the city I’m living in. It’s not too often I go out, but it’s nice to do something different with Yama-chan and Ami-chan when we do manage to go somewhere.” “Good, I’m glad.” He smiled widely before admitting, “I do wish you were a little closer, but I understand wanting to get away to be able to spread your own wings.” “Y-yeah.” She smiled back sheepishly, thinking to herself that was putting it a bit lightly. “Would it be alright if I used the bath first, dear? I’m feeling really tired so I’m going to sleep early.” Her mom popped her head into the living room area from the hallway. “Of course!” He answered automatically. Hiyori looked up to watch her and noticed that for some reason she seemed to be avoiding eye contact, feigning a light hearted voice as she headed towards the stairs, “Goodnight!” “Goodnight!” They both answered, though she kept staring after her and wondered what sort of phone conversation she had possibly had that had drained her that much. Truthfully, Hiyori was still pretty exhausted after the long train ride the day before as well so it wasn’t that long before she decided to head upstairs as well, her father joking, “It’s a pretty rare occasion when I’m the last person awake.” “I should hopefully be back to normal by tomorrow.” She smiled back before turning around, slipping upstairs. As she made her way to her bedroom, she noticed her parents’ bedroom door was closed. ‘I guess she’s already asleep.’ She mused to herself before returning her focus to grabbing towels. By the time she was in the tub, she was really exhausted; the warmth and comfort of the water practically lulling her to sleep. She hardly even bothered to dry her hair, changing into pajamas and slipping into bed as quickly as possible. Before shutting her eyes, she sent a quick text message to Yato. I hope work is going okay. I’m really tired again so I’m going to go to bed early. Goodnight! She wasn’t exactly sure when she fell asleep, but she noticed it was a few hours later on the clock when her phone woke her up. It was alright I guess. Not terrible not amazing either. Goodnight hiyori talk to you tomorrow. She smiled and flipped her phone over onto its front, letting herself drift back to sleep. “Hiyori. …HIYORI!” She felt her shoulders being shaken and peeked her eyes open to find that sunlight was beaming into her room and her mom was staring at her intently from her bedside. “What?” She reached up to rub her eyes but her mom wouldn’t release her arm from her grasp. Her mom seemed to trip over her words a few times before Hiyori finally made out the question, “Is it true?” Blinking in confusion and her eyes still heavy with sleep, she repeated again, “What are you talking about?” “That,” She swallowed, a bit over dramatically, “That you went home with some strange man.” Hiyori continued to stare at her as if she were losing her mind until she added, “Kouto-san was going to accompany you home but he couldn’t find you. He was ready to get on the train before he saw you getting off late at night. And he was worried, so he followed you and saw—and saw you go into an apartment building with someone. Hiyori, what were you thinking?” Her voice sounded as if she were close to crying, “And imagine how Kouto-san felt seeing you in that situation as well.” Anger swept through Hiyori’s body in a way she had never felt before and she ripped her arm backwards out of her mom’s grasp, “Truthfully, I don’t care; not in the slightest.” Her mom’s eyes widened and the tears started to flow, but she was far beyond feeling guilty. “It’s none of his business, and the fact that he keeps showing up out of nowhere is so immensely disrespectful, as well as possessive and creepy from the way that he follows me around, but you don’t seem to care. Not to mention that you didn’t even ask or even give me the chance to explain the situation. You just automatically agreed with what he said, like you always do. You never listen to my side of things!” “What could you possibly explain that would make this situation better?” She fired back just as angrily, getting close enough to make Hiyori feel like she was being cornered, “I raised you better than this!” “It doesn’t matter because you’re not going to listen.” She muttered before grabbing her phone and pushing past her mom, turning around once she had reached the doorway, “But for your information, Fujisaki-san made me miserable in high school and that’s why I don’t talk or associate with him. He pushed me away from my friends, he belittled me, and he sexually assaulted me. He’s mostly the reason why I moved so far away from home, but you continue to allow him back into my life without my permission.” She was seething, her grip tight on the door as she spoke. “I’ll be back later.” She muttered before she released the doorframe from her grasp and stomped down the stairs. She hastily looked behind her back to make sure she wasn’t being followed and let out a small breath of relief when she realized she wasn’t. Snatching her coat and zipping it up, she slipped on her shoes and out the door as quickly as possible. ‘I’m glad that Dad’s already at work too.’ She thought to herself as she turned down the street, or else she probably wouldn’t have had the resolve to storm out the way she did. Hiyori gave herself a few more breaths before she slowed down enough to look down at her phone, immediately searching for Yama’s name. The phone only rang twice before she heard her voice, “Hey, Hiyori, what’s up!” “Can I come over? It’s an emergency.” Thankfully Yama’s house was only a few streets over, so she didn’t have to worry about asking for a ride or anything like that. Still, with just her pajamas and her coat, it was a bit cold. “You don’t have to ask. I’ll be waiting outside for you, okay?” “Thanks.” She forced a smile to herself before hanging up. Next up was her brother. “…Hiyori? You’re up early.” He answered in a surprised tone, “I’ll be there in a few—” She interrupted him, “Hey, so… Mom and I kind of got into it. Like, more than ever before. About Fujisaki-kun.” All the emotions were finally catching up to her and her voice cracked. “Oh.” He answered quietly, “Are you okay?” “I guess.” She sniffled a bit, “I’m heading to Yama-chan’s houses currently—I walked out after yelling at mom. But I couldn’t take it anymore, she never listens—!” “I know. I know exactly how you feel.” Masaomi replied consolingly, “Just stay at your friend’s house for a bit, relax, and we can meet for dinner or something so we can talk before going back home.” Hiyori nodded and reached up to wipe a tear that had started to drip down across her face, “O-okay. Just… let me know when you’re getting close.” “I will. Stay strong, Hiyori. You didn’t do anything wrong by sticking up for yourself.” “I know. Thank you.” She sniffled again, “Talk to you in a little while.” “Okay. Bye for now.” He answered. “Bye.” She hung up and stuck the phone into her coat pocket, her tears starting to fall at a more consistent pace. She was hardly paying attention to where she was going, but thankfully she had a good muscle memory of the route to Yama’s since had gone there for so many years. On top of that, she didn’t even make it to the front of Yama’s house before she saw and felt her friend colliding with her. “Hiyori!” She hugged her tightly before letting her go and pulling her into the house quickly, “C’mon, it’s cold out. Let’s get you inside.” “Thanks.” She squeaked out as her friend practically dragged her in. Yama stayed quiet until they had gotten to her room, despite the fact no one else was home. “Sit down and get comfy.” She waved towards her bed. Hiyori didn’t need to be told twice. And rather than sitting, she crumpled down into the bed and curled into a ball, Yama gently taking a seat beside her and rubbing her back. “What happened?” She asked, her voice just above a whisper. “Fujisaki-san apparently followed me on Christmas night and saw that I stayed at Yato’s apartment and told my mom about it. He must have called her last night, she suddenly said she was tired and went to sleep but then I guess she couldn’t hold it in anymore and started yelling at me this morning before I was even awake.” She hid her face in the blanket. “That bastard seriously has no life.” Yama responded, her anger immediately flaring up, “Seriously, just say the word and I will go right to his front door.” Hiyori lifted her head to answer, “I don’t want you getting in trouble. But yeah, I was so mad at my mom… I literally just let everything out. I told her what happened in high school. Whether or not she’ll actually believe me or not, I don’t know.” She pressed her face against the bed again, “And of course, I still haven’t said anything about Yato. I feel like Fujisaki-san telling her I’ve spent the night at his apartment is just going to cement that she’ll hate him no matter what now.” “I know it’s hard being in a situation like that, but you and Yato are great together. So honestly screw your mom if she has any problems with him. Especially if it’s based on anything that jerk said.” Yama huffed harshly. Rubbing her back again, she questioned, “Have you told him what happened yet?” Hiyori shook her head, “No.” She paused to think before continuing, “He’s at work, so I don’t want to distract him.” “Just as long as you don’t keep him in the dark about what’s going on.” “I know, I won’t. He’ll either text or tweet me when he gets off work, so I’ll let him know then. But I did talk to my big brother on the way over here. He’s getting into town today, so we’re going to meet up somewhere and talk about everything.”  She parted her lips in a sudden realization, “Which, I guess, I might need to borrow some clothes from you, seeing as I don’t really have any…” Yama gave a wave of dismissal, “Of course. Don’t worry about that.” “I have another favor.” Hiyori turned her head to look up at Yama. “Anything.” She answered immediately. “I think I want to go back to sleep for a while. My head hurts, I’m not sure if it’s from the crying or being woken up so suddenly.” She gave a small laugh, though Yama just frowned in response, “But yeah, I just need some more rest, I think. If you could catch Ami-chan up in the meantime…” Yama nodded, “Yeah, I can do that.” She slipped off the bed and moved to her window, pulling the curtain closed so that the sunlight in the room was at least somewhat blocked out. “Thank you.” Hiyori sat up only to lay her head back down onto Yama’s pillow, closing her eyes, “Wake me up if I’m not up after two hours, though.” “Will do.” She heard her answer before she heard the creak of the door, “Let me know if you need anything.” Hiyori hummed an answer and she heard the door shut with a click. She let out a long breath of air, thinking it was really hard to not text Yato. But she really didn’t want him to get upset over something that really couldn’t be fixed immediately. Not to mention that he would probably blame himself in some way, even though it was absolutely her idea to stay the night in the first place. ‘Not that either of us would have ever guessed that we were being followed.’ She thought bitterly. Remembering the details of walking home that night with the detail that he had been just a few steps behind him was enough for the hairs on the back of her neck to stand up and for her stomach to churn. She really couldn’t let her guard down. ‘If he ever did something to hurt Yato or Yukine-kun…’ She clenched her teeth as well as her fists, not able to finish the thought. Her eyes flying open, she confirmed to herself, ‘This is the last time. I’m not going to be intimidated by him anymore.’

[mirkwoodshewolf]

I know what you’re going through; Bucky x teen reader

This particular oneshot came from an imagine from The Fandom Imagine and I may or may not post it to their tumblr page idk. Warnings are murder, descriptive killings, mentions of abuse and rape, MAJOR ANGST but it’ll end in fluffy feels at the end. The imagine is below, hope you guys enjoy ;) 

"Imagine having terrible nightmares of your past as a brainwashed Hydra assassin and Bucky always being there to help calm you down and hold you when you wake up".

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@evyiione

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My name is (y/n) (l/n). I know it sounds common but most names do if you think about them long enough, maybe even yours. I once lived as a simple little girl on the farm, feeding the chickens, playing with Mr. Goose, and sitting with the horses from sunrise to sunset, yeah it seemed like a normal life at first but it soon all ended.

When the people in black with the red octopus symbol came to our farm one night during dinner and killed my whole family right in front of my eyes and took me away.

All of this happened when I was only just 5 years old.

From then on I lived a life in a small cell with no windows, cold metal walls, an old worn out mattress on the floor for my bed, and an old toilet. I was then trained to become a master assassin alongside HYDRA'S best asset "The Winter Soldier". I made my first kill on the President's secretary when I was only just 7 years old.

I was tortured, brainwashed whenever I tried to fight back or beg to leave, fed only when I completed a mission successfully, and pushed above and beyond my limit during training.

I was practically the living dead and was known in HYDRA as "THE GHOST GIRL" because of my pale complexion due to malnourishment and the fact that I could disappear on the scene faster than anyone could blink due to my nimble legs and fast reflexes.

When I turned 15, my life began to change.

I was located to Siberia, Russia to help some of the remaining secret HYDRA members build their weapons and train with some of their experiments. As I was in training but getting my butt seriously kicked, the base was under attack by some members of the Avengers. As the HYDRA soldiers and guards were busy trying to defend the base, I thought it would finally be an opportune moment to finally escape from this hell and finally feel the sun on my face and the ground between my toes.

I snuck out of the base and just ran as fast and as far as I could when I suddenly came face to face with a member from the Avengers. Weak and exhausted from running, I just fell to my knees breathing weakly as the Avenger wearing a jetpack of some sort on his back wearing red goggles.  I felt him catch me just before I could fall face flat in the snow and I heard him say.

"Cap, I'm heading back to the Helicarrier, I've got a kid and she looks malnourished beyond normality".

Next thing I knew, I woke up in a comfortable bed with needles up in my arm. I whimpered and tried to hurry and get them out thinking the drugs that were entering my body was more serum to make me stronger but a hand reached out for mine and a voice said.

"No, no, no, no leave it shhh, shhh. It's alright, its fluids and medication to counteract the drugs, it's alright". When I looked up I saw the one and only ex-asset from HYDRA, the Winter Soldier. "What's your name honey?" He asked in a softer voice. I just stared at him breathing heavily through my nose when I answered in a hoarse voice.

"(Y/n)".

"Nice to meet you (y/n)".

"Are you taking me back to HYDRA?" the Winter Soldier looked at me with a look of horror but it quickly turned back to gentle and welcoming.

"No, (y/n). We're heading to an Avengers base to get you some help, don't worry, you're safe now". I couldn't believe what I was hearing. For the first time in 10 years, I was finally free of HYDRA. Tears welled up in my eyes, my body began shaking as I tried to hold my sobs in since in HYDRA crying is seen as weakness, and if even one tear fell from my eyes, I would get beaten for showing weakness.

Sensing my inner turmoil to just let go, the Winter Soldier suddenly held me close to his chest.

"It's okay. I know what you're going through, I was scared too. But I'm going to help you, it's alright. You're free now, you're free". Surprised at the Winter Soldier's actions not even realizing that this was the same asset that HYDRA had used to do their bidding for over 50 years and have been tracking him the last year and a half for, was holding me like this comforting me.

But none the less, I finally let the waterworks out and cried as much as I could and not once did the soldier flinch, fake sympathy, or sarcastic remarks, he just held onto me comfortingly and kept whispering soft things into my ear until I had cried myself to sleep.

2 years later after my rescue from HYDRA, I had been given psychological as well as light physical therapy. I spent the first few months in the medical wing with doctors trying to get my health back up, along with being fed the correct foods and given drugs to counteract the ones HYDRA had given me for years, psychiatrists would come in and we would talk for hours on end about my life and what HYDRA had done to me for the past 10 years.

It was very, very, very hard having to repeat to these doctors over and over and over again every single day I went through with those people, hell some of the days were so bad, I would refuse to speak to anyone for weeks *if you want to know what it was that made me stay silent for so long, I'll only just say I'm not a virgin anymore and just leave it at that*. But the worst thing of all wasn't just talking about my past, the worst was at nights I would wake up screaming from the nightmares I would have of my previous HYDRA missions. Seeing myself getting brainwashed to do their bidding, the looks on my victim's faces and hearing their families screaming as soon as they found the bodies.

But you know what? Something good came out of that. With all the nightmares, the therapy, and the reliving of events, there was one person who was always there for me and never once complained nor did it because it was his job.

It was Bucky *after a while I had found out his real name from his friend Steve and the man who had found me, Sam Wilson aka Falcon*.

As said before, he didn't stay close to me because it was his job, he did it because he's gone through all this before.

He was willing to help me out and make sure nothing bad happened to me here in SHIELD because sometimes some SHIELD agents can get crazy and want to do further investigation on some people's powers, or if the psychiatrists tried to make me talk when I didn't want to because I was paralyzed from seeing all my crimes before my eyes, he would be there to tell them to lay off and end the session right there and take me back to my room and bolt the door shut and just hold me close.

Bucky had become like the big brother I had always wanted and even though he was reputed to not even socialize with anyone as much as the other Avengers, he always took the time to always be there for me, day or night. And it was lucky to because tonight I would need him the most.

It was bedtime and I had fallen asleep after writing a few poems in my journal given to me by Steve and just when I thought I could finally sleep peacefully, I had once again fallen into sleep paralysis of seeing my past catch up with me.

I was hiding inside the hall closet of an executive of SHIELD just waiting for him to come home. As I could hear the door open I was shocked to hear the sounds of two young boys laughing and giggling.

"Okay boys, get on up into your rooms, put your pajamas on, brush your teeth and get into bed!" My target's voice said. I soon heard the sounds of the two boys running across the hall and into their rooms getting ready for bed. I waited in silence as my target came into his boy's room, read them a bedtime story, tucked them in and kissed them goodnight. As the lights went off in their room and soon finally in his, I slowly and silently walked across the hall towards my target's room and readied my gun.

I stood over his bed with the gun pointing directly at his sleeping body when the door suddenly bean to open and without question I fired a shot at the person coming in only to see that it was one of his boys. The boy fell down into a pool of blood waking up the father and when he saw me and his son's dead body, he immediately went to attack me but I nimbly flipped over him, taking out some rope from my hip and landing behind him and wrapped the rope around his neck and tied it once tightening it.

"Where are the SHIELD plans?"

"Murderer!" I tightened the ropes on him and sneered.

"I won't ask again!"

"Go—to—hell!" I then took out my wasp knife and plunged it into my victim without a second thought and as soon as it plunged into his back, his inner organs came spilling out along the floor. I walked over the cold corpses of my two victims and headed towards the son's bedroom to be rid of the other son, no use in leaving witnesses alive, plus spare the kid his future suffering. I gently took one of the spare pillows and covered his face with it slowly smothering him, then when the kid began struggling trying to free himself, I put all my weight in my hands to smother the pillow further into his face until he stopped struggling.

With the family dead at last, I began to search through the father's study until I managed to find the flash drive HYDRA needed and successfully got out of the house and vanished into the night.

I was tossing and turning as I screamed, a voice was calling out to me.

"(Y/n), (y/n) wake up!" I suddenly shot up hyperventilating only to see Bucky sitting on my bed with his arms holding my arms soothingly, "it's okay it's okay! You're okay".

"Bucky?"

"Yes (y/n) it's me. You were having another nightmare weren't you?" I lowered my head sadly.

"It was awful, the worst mission I ever had to do, oh God I—"

"Shhhh, shhh, shhh. You don't have to talk about it if you don't want to. I know I've had my shares of nightmares like that". I looked up at him and said.

"Did they ever involve killing innocent children? Children whose lives have barely begun? Innocent souls who never did a thing wrong and are so naïve to the dangers that truly lurk out in this world?! Bucky I kill two innocent boys around the same age I was when I was taken by HYDRA! I shot one of the boys as he was coming when his father was the real target, and then after the father was dealt with I smothered the other son with his pillow!" I gasped in some air and muttered, "I'm a monster Bucky, anyone who would kill children doesn't even deserve to even walk on this Earth anymore. Why are you still doing this for me? We both know deep down I am beyond fixing, I'm broken and there's nothing that can be done to fix me!" It was then I took out my gun from under my pillow and handed it to Bucky and continued, "Might as well just kill me now while you have the chance soldier, you have your mission, now see it".

I waited for Bucky to fulfill his mission that I had given him, one HYDRA soldier to another and we kill without a second thought, but after a long wait in silence, I didn't hear a gun fire. Instead the gun dropped to the floor and I was pulled into a strong chest.

"Don't you ever. Ever. Speak like that again! Do you understand me!? Don't you ever let me or anyone else hear you speak like that again!" Bucky deeply sighed and continued, "look; I know it's hard adjusting to this. You're scared, tired, paranoid beyond belief that everywhere you look these people still see you as what HYDRA made you into. But there is one thing that both SHIELD and HYDRA can never take away. Your heart. You weren't yourself just like I wasn't mine. HYDRA forced us to become like this for their own gains, me when I fell from the train, and you when you were just a little girl barely 5 years old. We both were weak and powerless to stop them at the time, we've allowed them to control us for far too long; but now. Right here, right now is the time to finally stand up and become the better person. It's true our red legers are dripping, soaked skin deep, but there is a chance to finally try to move on and help other people from becoming what we've become, by ending the bastard HYDRA once and for all". Bucky now held my face in his hands and looked at me with soft but determined eyes. My eyes shut and I began to sob softly, Bucky leaned forward and kissed my forehead gingerly then leaned his forehead against mine.

"Do you—do you promise you'll always be there for me?"

"I promise, I won't ever leave you until you tell me so". He smiled softly. Bucky then held me close to his chest and said, "try to go back to sleep (y/n), I'll make sure the nightmares won't come back".

"Thanks Bucky, I've always wanted a brother like you". I said as I started to close my eyes and fall asleep. Bucky smiled as he stroked through my hair and kissed my temple lovingly and whispered.

"And I've wanted a little sister like you baby doll". Bucky then laid down on my bed and held me in his arms for the rest of the night.

Bucky Barnes and I continued to always support each other trying to heal from our HYDRA persona and not only that I got to have a family again with the Avengers and most importantly with Bucky being the big brother I always wanted.

[fuckingchatnoir]

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Summary:  After discovering the wonders of Ladynoir fanfiction, Adrien sets out to start his own with his classmate Marinette helping him along the way. But when does fiction start becoming reality?

This story is also beta'd by the wonderful @serendipitousReckonings here on archive, @dickerdoodlez on tumblr.

Chapter 1

Adrien was never the writing type. He did write well - written papers and essays – at least according to his teachers – and was even occasionally asked by a few of his classmates for some writing tips. But, it was for educational purposes only. He‘d never had any sort of passion to write an actual story and he never thought of himself as the imaginative kind anyway. His mind was almost always focused on school, his responsibilities set by his father, and his masked identity. He never really had that luxury of being able to think about anything else. Well, except for his Lady, but that was something entirely different.

That was, until one morning when he arrived at school earlier than usual. It was stormy, the sky was four shades darker than normal, the atmosphere was chilly, and his father didn’t want to risk him catching a cold. So there Adrien was in his homeroom nice and early, but dreadfully exhausted. He was already planning to ask Ladybug later that day if they could shorten patrol since he knew he needed to recharge. The akuma from the night before had taken a lot out of him and his Lady. Dodging sharp shuriken made from CDs for a few hours wasn’t the easiest thing. And to top it all off, his biceps and thighs were feeling pretty sore as well. He knew he should’ve iced them.  

“Look who decided to show up early for once!”

Adrien looked over to see Nino enter the room. His friend immediately slid his headphones down from his ears to his shoulders as a bright smile grew on his face. Adrien tried to mirror his friend’s enthusiasm but yawned instead, rubbing his eyes soon after.

“Hey, Nino.”

“Bro, you look terrible.”

“Thanks man, you always know the right things to say.”

Nino placed his bag on the ground before he sat down next to the blond. The late bell then rang and a few students rushed into the classroom, a few breathless from running.

“You know what I mean. How much sleep did you get last night?”

Adrien shrugged. To be honest, he didn’t even remember what time he‘d gotten home. All he remembered was the sound of Ladybug’s voice when she said goodnight to him. Well, that and waking up.

“Don’t remember.”

“Broooo. You gotta take better care of yourself. I’m telling you, it’s all those photoshoots you’re always doing. Your old man needs to chill with that.”

Adrien just yawned again and shrugged in response, not having the energy to make up some lie. He just wanted the day to end already so he could see Ladybug and go back to sleep. Maybe, if he was lucky, the storm would be so bad that his fencing practice would get canceled that afternoon. One could only hope.  

Nino and Adrien talked for a few minutes about this teen club that Nino wanted to perform in. The brunette told his friend how awesome the opportunity would be if they would give him a chance and Adrien genuinely agreed. Nino then, however, remembered that he needed to finish a worksheet and occupied himself with finishing that. Adrien decided to use the rest of the time to rest his eyes until homeroom was over. Plagg must’ve been pretty tired too since the blond hadn’t heard one whisper from him in a while. Adrien was trying to keep his eyes open, not wanting to drift off and miss the bell like last time. However, it was getting harder and harder for him as the minutes passed. So, he decided to listen in on a few conversations to keep his mind occupied.

Since there were so few students in his class, it wasn’t too hard to hear what they were saying. Kim and Max were talking about basketball – Max was trying to approximate the height Kim would have to be in order to make a perfect shot five - hundred feet from the net. Ivan and Alix were trying to convince Mylene to go along with them to some horror movie festival, Mylene making several nervous gasps at the descriptions of the monsters. Sabrina and Chloe were on their phones. Chloe was making a few complaints about some shoes online. He heard nothing from Nathanael as always – the boy was probably sleeping again. And then there were Rose, Juleka, and Alya who were speaking right behind him.

“Yeah, Marinette just texted me. She’s gonna come in late today. She overslept as usual.” Alya said.

“I hope she’s okay.” Rose responded.

“Don’t worry, girl. She’s fine. She just stays up to work on designs. No big deal.”

“Oh! Do you think she’s working on anything with that pink fabric she showed me last week? It was so pretty!”

“Or with that fabric that has those dark purple stripes. It was wicked.” Juleka joined in.

“I’m not sure. Why don’t you two ask her later today? I’m sure she’ll be excited to show us her designs.”

They agreed and Adrien wondered curiously what his missing classmate could be working on as well. Whenever Alya would show him her designs, he was always so impressed with her work. Even though he was a model, he didn’t really know much about fashion. However, he still found Marinette’s work as good as the clothes he had to wear during those professional photoshoots.  

“By the way, did you guys read the new update from last night? It was so cute!” Rose spoke, the subject changing abruptly.

Alya groaned.

“Sadly, I did.”

“Sadly? What, you didn’t like it?”

“You seriously think Ladybug would let an akuma get away to make out with Chat Noir? She’s not selfish!”

Adrien’s head shot up so quickly that his mind went dizzy.

“Dude, you okay?” Nino questioned, glancing up from his work to look over at his friend who tried to conceal the sudden blush on his cheeks.

He‘d moved too fast.

He hoped the girls didn’t notice.

“Yeah. Yeah. Um, I just… I thought I… um… saw a spider.”

Nino stared at him a while longer before chuckling.

“This is what happens when you don’t sleep, man.”

Adrien nodded and smiled forcefully before his friend chuckled again and went back to the worksheet. Luckily, the girls didn’t notice and continued on with their conversation that confused Adrien in more ways than one.

“But it was sooooo romantic! Chat and Ladybug kissing for the first time under the moonlight like they were the only people in the world. I wish someone loved me that much!”

Adrien sunk more into his seat, his right hand running through his hair as he was trying to figure out what they were talking about. He‘d never kissed Ladybug, much less kiss her during an akuma attack. He agreed with Alya. That would be very careless.

Where were they getting this information? Did someone spot the two superheroes last night and think they saw them kissing? The more he thought about it, the more lost he felt. He didn’t think anyone could’ve gotten the wrong idea since he was too busy saving lives the previous night to focus on anything else. He and Ladybug didn’t even make any physical contact with one another until their routine fist bump, so he wasn’t really sure what to think. He was going to have to check the Ladyblog during lunch.

“I didn’t mind the kissing thing, but I wish the villain was scarier.”

Adrien almost looked back when he heard Juleka’s comment.

Scarier?

She wished the villain was scarier?! How does she not find a person that could make shuriken out of CDs scary?!

“I thought she was scary! She made food come to life. Imagine a cupcake trying to eat you! Cupcakes are supposed to be cute and tasty, not ferocious!”

Was there an akuma attack Adrien didn’t know about?

He couldn’t take it anymore. He had to find out what the hell they were talking about. Nothing was making any sense and his head was starting to hurt. He plastered on his nicest smile and finally turned around.

“Good morning, guys.” He greeted as softly as he could, trying to conceal his slight edge.

All three pairs of eyes landed on him. Small smiles grew on each of their faces.

“I didn’t mean to eavesdrop but I overheard you three talking about someone bringing food to life yesterday. Didn’t the akuma throw CD shuriken and create earthquakes?”

The girls all looked at each other once again before bursting into a fit of giggles. Was there something he didn’t get? Was the whole conversation some weird inside joke?

“Oh no! We weren’t talking about the akuma from yesterday! This all happened in a LadyNoir fanfiction that we all read. The author posted a new chapter last night and there was a scene with an attack.” Alya finally answered. Adrien raised an eyebrow in confusion.

“LadyNoir? Fanfiction? I don’t understand what you’re saying.”

He’d heard Alya mention those terms before, but he‘d never really questioned them. He just thought it was some inside thing between her and Marinette. But hearing those words in that context, he couldn’t help but be curious.

“Don’t even bother asking bro. You don’t want to get into...that.” He heard Nino say beside him, his friend still looking down at his homework.

Adrien glanced over at him, but quickly looked back at the girls when he heard Alya mumble something angrily under her breath.

“It’s nothing bad, Nino. Everyone’s read fanfiction.” She defended.

“Yeah, well not me. And not my boy, Adrien over here.”

Alya rolled her eyes dramatically before turning her attention back on the blond.

“Don’t listen to him. Nino marathons Back to the Future almost every weekend and calls that fun.”

Adrien raised his eyebrows at her remark and felt a small, tired laugh escape him.

“That is true.” He said.

“Whose side are you on!?”

Alya glared at the boy once more before looking back at Adrien.

“So, what I was trying to say was that fanfictions are like stories about two people, whether fictional or nonfictional, getting together. Like the one we’re reading now. It’s a story about Ladybug and Chat Noir.”

Adrien felt his face heat up again.

“So, um, like a love story?”

“Yeah!” Rose chimed in. Juleka smiled in agreement right beside her.

“A love story... about Ladybug and Chat Noir?”

“Yup.”

“And you guys want them to be together?”

“Who doesn’t want them together? I mean, don’t you think they would make such a great couple?”

Adrien glanced over at Nino for some guidance – for anything really – but he saw how preoccupied the other teen was and instead sighed internally. Would he and Ladybug make a great couple? Well, he liked to think so. Even though they didn’t know each other’s identities, he thought he loved her and that he would do anything for her… However, he also knew that this love was only one-sided.

He didn’t really know how to answer.

“I-I’m not sure. I’ve never really thought about it to tell you the truth.”

Rose leaned against Juleka’s side as she clasped her hands together and brought them near the side of her face, looking up dreamily.

“I think they absolutely love each other.”

Oh, if only you knew.

“Yeah, I don’t know about Ladybug, but Chat totally has the hots for her.” Juleka added.

You have no idea.

“I think Ladybug has a thing for that slick cat too. I’ve seen their sexual tension up close, trust me.”

A weird sound left Adrien’s lips, and he quickly covered his mouth as his whole face reddened. He could practically feel Plagg’s laughter coming from his bag and quickly cleared his throat loudly to drown out the sound just in case anyone else heard.

“Um sorry, I swallowed wrong. Sexual tension you say?”

Alya gave Adrien a weird look before she shrugged.

“Yeah, like the way they just flirt with each other. I mean, none of us can really hear any of it since they’re always too far away, but we can all just tell.”

“It’s so frustrating.” Juleka added.

Adrien almost laughed at that.

You find it frustrating? Just imagine how frustrating it must be for me.

“What’s the story called?” He heard himself ask, his mind having tried to change the subject but also having failed when he realized that he showed more interest on the subject.

And maybe he was interested, but he didn’t want to admit that to himself yet. Wanting to read something about yourself was probably considered creepy. He avoided the magazines with his face plastered on the pages for that same reason, but he couldn’t help his curiosity with this fanfiction thing. Did they get his personality right? Did they portray him as strong and independent or as some dorky sidekick? What about his Lady? How do they think his Lady feels when she sees him?

How does she feel?

He definitely needed to take a pill for his headache when he got home.

Rose’s smile widened at his question and it looked as if she were holding in a squeal.

“You want to actually read it?! That’s so great!”

Nino sighed beside him and Adrien tried to ignore the judgement hidden underneath it.

He laughed awkwardly.

“I’m not sure about actually reading it. I just want to get more of an understanding of this whole fanfiction and LadyNote thing.”

Alya giggled.

“You mean LadyNoir.”

“Yeah, that thing.”

Whatever that is.

They all gave him each a smile of approval before Alya wrote the story info down on a ripped piece of line paper and handed it to him.

“Have fun researching.” The girl then said, giving him a quick wink and another laugh before the homeroom bell rang and everyone left to their next class.

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Luckily, Ladybug was just as tired as he was, so their patrol only lasted about half an hour – just a quick check around the city. Yawns filled up the quiet night sky as they both jumped and swung from building to building. Chat was a little more rested than his partner since he had gotten to nap as soon as he‘d gotten home. His wish had been granted. A huge storm had rolled in and all his practices had been cancelled for the remainder of the day. He’d taken that opportunity to catch up on some much needed sleep. Neither of them were really as social as they usually were with one another. It was one of those lazy, tired patrols where they cracked a few remarks here and there but remained quiet for the most part. He didn’t really mind that though. Sometimes he found the silence to be calming. Everything in his life was always so structured and crazy, so having some peace and quiet with the love of his life from time-to-time helped him feel more at ease.

With one last goodbye, they both separated and retreated back to their homes, a tired smile playing across the blond’s face. As soon as he de-transformed in his bedroom, he fed Plagg the camembert he had waiting for him on his desk and immediately changed into his sweats.

“Wow. It’s only ten-forty.” He commented aloud as he checked his phone, quickly answering Nino’s texts about some song he heard on the radio.

“That’s good. Now you can finally go to sleep early and I don’t have to hear your constant complaints about how tired you are.” He heard his kwami say as he stuffed another bite of that smelly cheese into his mouth.

“I’ve only complained to you twice!”

Plagg scoffed.

“Yeah, twice an hour.”

Adrien rolled his eyes as he walked himself to his computers.

“Whatever. Just finish your cheese. I’m going to sleep soon, but I want to check something first.”

Plagg didn’t speak for a while and the teenager sat himself down in front of the several screens, typing in the name of the story Alya had told him about in google. Apparently this fanfiction was called Late Night Hour by someone named FrenchBeauty95. He didn’t know what to think of it at that moment. The summary explained the plot to be about Ladybug screwing up an akuma attack and Chat Noir having to fix everything – that thought did not really sit well in his stomach. He of course knew that this was fiction – a completely made up scenario – but just thinking about the possibility of having to handle an akuma by himself without his Lady sent a horrible chill down his spine. However, he sucked it up and continued scrolling through the webpage.

Apparently, thousands of people had read that story already, and his mouth practically flew open. Thousands of people read about him and Ladybug – wanted to read about him and Ladybug – being together. His cheeks flushed once again and he quickly shook his head before he spun his chair away from the screens, trying to conceal the embarrassment evident on his face.

“What’s got you all worked up now?” Plagg said, done with his meal and floating over to his friend who seemed to be having a mental breakdown.

“Thousands of people read about me and Ladybug.”

“And? Isn’t that the point of the blog thing, for everyone to read about you two?”

Plagg signaled Adrien to open his hands that were rested on his lap and the blond quickly obliged. The kwami floated down to rest himself against his palms.

“Groooooss. Your hands are sweaty!”  

He did not, however, leave his resting place.

“Plagg, this isn’t about Alya’s blog, this is- they read-”

He groaned.

“Wait. Is this about that story thing they were telling you about earlier?”

Adrien just nodded.

“You humans and your weird problems. Just don’t read the thing! Who cares!”

“I do! Alya told me that in this story Chat Noir and Ladybug kiss.”

“Okay, but it’s not like it’ll actually happen!”

Adrien scowled down at the kwami.

Plagg groaned.

“Just go and read it since you want to so bad. I’m going to sleep.”

The teen’s eyes widened.

“I-I don’t! Why would I?! That’s weird and-”

Plagg groaned yet again before floating away to Adrien’s bed.

“Plagg, I don’t want to!”

“Sure, and I hate camembert. Goodnight.”

Adrien was about to say something else but the words got lost in his throat when he turned back to face the screens. He reread the summary a few more times and tried to even listen to some music on another tab to keep himself distracted to prove to Plagg that he would never read something like that. However, he only lasted about four minutes before he returned to the webpage and started the first chapter.

I’m only reading this to make sure they don’t know any personal details about me. That’s the only reason. Just a few lines and I’ll be done.

He read all twenty-three chapters.

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After having read up to the most recent updated chapter of Late Night Hour, Adrien found that he couldn’t go back to sleep. The last chapter still had his heart beating fast in his chest, his hands still sweaty from his own nervousness and excitement. The kiss scene that the three girls spoke of was very descriptive, to the point where Adrien could imagine the whole scenario vividly in his head as if it had played out in front of him. His face was red, so red and he couldn’t help but look up at the ceiling in thought.

Ladybug kissed Chat back in the story. She yanked his bell and pulled him closer to her so she could reassure him that she felt the same way. Adrien melted. It was as if someone wrote down one of his dreams and made it seem so much more real. He couldn’t help himself, he wanted to know what people thought about this kind of stuff, what they thought about LadyNoir (which he also found out was the combination of his and his Lady’s names), why everyone chooses to call him and his lady Felix and Bridgette when they’re in their civilian form, and why he hadn’t known about this sooner.

He wanted to ask the three girls all kinds of questions that he now had, since he felt that they would know the answer to them, but he couldn’t. He didn’t want to admit his new guilty pleasure. What if others found out? What if they would judge him for it? He knew Nino would never let him live it down and he also didn’t want to be labeled as that guy that reads stories about Ladybug and Chat Noir making out. He felt that he would be seen as some kind of pervert or something. And what if Ladybug found out somehow? He would probably die from embarrassment.

He finally decided to keep the whole thing to himself, at least publicly that is. In the privacy of his own home, however, he would talk about it online with other people. Under the account name FelineGood16 he began to comment on stories, post his thoughts on chapters in blog threads, and gained all the answers he had been wanting without anyone knowing who he really was. It wasn’t necessarily the most productive thing he could’ve been doing with his time, but it was one of the more exciting options.

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“Guys, last night’s update got me pretty pissed, not gonna lie.” Alya, said behind him, Adrien nodding in silent agreement. His fists were clenched on his lap and Nino was trying to explain how he was a living, human magnet for pigeon crap, Adrien nodding slowly, trying very hard to focus on his friend’s rant. However, he couldn’t find the strength to do so – the update still fresh in his mind.

He‘d read it only minutes before, in his car, while the Gorilla drove him to school. It was short, angsty, and made him curse the day he ever decided reading the thing would be a good idea. It was the reveal chapter and he didn’t think it could’ve gone any worse even if it were written by a new born baby. In the chapter, Ladybug revealed herself to Chat, wanting to pursue a real romantic relationship with him with no secrets holding them back. Reading the chapter in the beginning, Adrien felt his heart racing, his hands sweating, and had hope blooming in his chest so intensely that he felt like a whole field of flowers was going to sprout from it any minute. This was the day where his wildest dream was going to be written in front of him. Where he was finally going to get a possible outcome of what could happen if his Lady were to share her identity with him. He knew that, in real life, he would probably cry from elation, his arms immediately embracing the girl before him, no matter who she was. However, instead, the author decided that Chat Noir rejecting her and disregarding all of their intimate past moments was the more realistic route, and hell, was Adrien pissed. To think, he even put up with those horrible puns too.

Having to read the love of his life feel such pain due to his own unrealistic response was absolutely killing him inside and he wasn’t sure how to hold in his opinions on the matter. He was already in the process of creating a long argument along with proof on why that chapter was completely impractical and unjustified for his Tumblr later on.

“Alya, breathe. It’s just a story. The author wanted to rile you guys up like this for shock value. They’ll probably resolve things next chapter. No biggy.” Marinette said.

“It is a biggy, Mari! If you actually read these fics, you’d totally understand why we’re so mad. I for one hate how dependent they write Ladybug in these stories. Like girl almost caused an akuma attack in this chapter because the dude rejected her! I’m just tired of it!”

Exactly!

“And Chat Noir always monologues about how he’d always love Ladybug, no matter who she was behind the mask. But, when she finally finds the courage, he rejects her? Totally not cool.” Juleka adds, Adrien nodding his head in agreement once again.

Even they understand!

“What I’m saying is that it would be awesome to finally have a story where they end up happy for once, where their relationship isn’t so forced, and where it just feels more real.”

Adrien found his fists unclenching slightly under his desk, his eyebrows furrowed.

More real. Yeah.

“Well, if you crave that so much then why don’t you write your own?”

Adrien’s eyes widened and he felt his face heat up immediately, Marinette’s words echoing in his mind repeatedly.

Write your own.

“Yeah,” Adrien muttered under his breath, a small smile growing on his lips, “Maybe I wi-“

“Dude. Have you even been listening to me?”

The blond shook his head slightly and turned to face his best friend who looked at him like he grew a second head. He chuckled awkwardly.

“Yeah, dude! Of course, pigeon crap is the worst.”

Nino continued to stare at the boy, his lips formed in a small frown.

“I wasn’t talking about that anymore.”

“I’m sorry, man. Kind of zoned out a bit. And not because of what you were saying but I…”

What was he supposed to say? I’m sorry I wasn’t paying attention to you, I couldn’t stop hearing about the updated chapter of one of my favorite fanfictions because it seriously pissed me off since I’m the real Chat Noir and find it ridiculous that the author wrote me as some careless, self-absorbed douche that only thinks about himself?

“I didn’t get much sleep last night.”

Nino’s expression softened and he sighed before patting his buddy on the shoulder lightly.

“I swear, if you don’t start getting your snooze on, I’m gonna barge into your house myself and make sure your old man changes your schedule up or else.”

Adrien smiled, amused.

“Or else what? You’ll DJ him to death?”

“Dude, I make some good ass tunes, but trust me if I need to make a torture mix, I can and will. And it won’t be pretty. Just imagine a twenty-four-hour loop of Pen Pineapple Apple Pen except every time he says apple, it speeds up.”

“Oh no.”

“Oh yes.”

“I’ll try to get some more sleep then for my father’s sake.”

Nino laughed and nudged the other boy with his elbow.

“I’m serious, you need to start taking better care of yourself.”

“Yeah, I know.”

He thought about Marinette’s words the rest of the day.         

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“I’m a disgusting human being.” Adrien said, his body turned away from his screens in his swivel chair. His eyelids were droopy and his yawns were beginning to sound more powerful than before, however, all he could think about was the plot he‘d thought up in his head.

Plagg floated over to him, landing on his shoulder with his piece of cheese almost finished.

“While that is completely true, what made you come to that realization?”

“You’re hilarious.”

“And you’re dramatic. What happened, kid?”

Adrien sighed and turned back to his screens, the opened document on all three staring at him judgmentally.

“I’m going to write a story about one of my best friends…ending up with me and they have no idea.”

“Yeah, that is pretty disgusting.”

“Plagg!”

“Well what do you want me to say?!”

“That I’m not disgusting! T-that it’s not weird and that it’s not like I’m going to reveal anything personal about us anyway so there’s no real harm? I don’t know! Humor me!”

“I don’t see why you have to involve me in your creepy romance issues. If you want to do it then just do it!”

Adrien groaned and sunk into his seat, Plagg popping the last bit of his camembert in his mouth before sighing.

“She’s going to hate me if she finds out. I shouldn’t. I really shouldn’t.”

“Look kid, you’re always busy doing things that other people want you to do. You never really have time for yourself and if this is what will make you happy and hopefully change that around, then go for it. She’s probably never going to find out unless you tell her. And either way, I don’t think she’d be mad.”

“You really think so?”

“Yes, now please turn down the brightness of those things so I can sleep in peace for once.”

Adrien sat up in his seat, his smile genuine and his feet scooting himself closer to his floating kwami.

“Ah, you do care,” Adrien opened his hands on his lap. “Come here.”

“No, gross. I can smell your putrid, human stench from here. But, if you do want to show your appreciation, another piece of camembert would suffice.”

Adrien snorted.

“Yeah, and have you vomit all over my sheets again? No way. Father still thinks the chef tried poisoning me.”

“Last time I ever give you advice,” Plagg floated to his spot on Adrien’s bed soon after. “Goodnight. And remember about the brightness.”

A few minutes later Adrien turned off the lights and retreated to his computers, his eyes staring down at the keyboard in front of him like it was forbidden to touch it. His cheeks flushed as he thought about his plot and he shook his head a little when he heard Plagg’s small snores arise from behind him.

If Plagg says it’s okay then it must be, right?

After a few more seconds of contemplation he nodded and began typing, a small smile on his face as Marinette’s words appeared in his mind again. He tried to make his words sound as genuine as possible when describing his Lady, not wanting to hold back his admiration for her courage, strength, intelligence, and beauty.

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Chapter 1 of “The Empty Streets of Paris”

           --by FelineGood16 on FanWorkz.net

He sees her sitting on the edge of the building, her legs swinging back and forth as she stares at their city beneath her spotted feet. Her right cheek is cut from the akuma they fought earlier, the bit of skin revealed under her bangs bruised too. She’s injured yet she’s smiling as if all the happiness in the world is being held in her small hands. He can’t stop looking, not really knowing what to say to the person that saved his life only a few minutes ago. Chat Noir remains standing behind her, wondering how the world looks in the eyes of his knight.

She looks over her shoulder and meets his gaze, her smile still intact and his heart filling the night sky with the sounds of its rapid beating.

“Come here.” She says, patting the empty spot next to her.

She isn’t bleeding anymore, but Chat Noir still feels guilty about the whole situation. She’s hurt because of his own carelessness. He wants to sit next to her, but he can’t shake off that feeling, like it was all his fault. Besides, they both don’t have that much time left until they transform back and he knows how protective she is of her identity.

“Don’t you have to go?” He asks, his voice barely a whisper. He didn’t want her to leave.

She chuckles.

“Just sit next to me, you silly cat.”

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Adrien didn’t really know what to expect when he posted his first chapter. He posted the link on his blog so his online acquaintances could see, so they could give him some feedback. But he never in his right mind expected all the attention his chapter got in the next few days.

He posted it on a Wednesday night, receiving a few likes the next morning from the other blogs he had chatted with before along with a few positive comments that made his day much brighter. And that’s all he really expected. However, the likes and reblogs on his tumblr post started growing. Emails slowly and then quickly began to come through to notify him of all the reads, comments, subscribers, and votes he was getting on his three-thousand-word chapter.

Apparently, a popular blog had reblogged him one day, complimenting his writing and potential and it was history from then on (at least for him that is). He wasn’t really sure how to react for a while, finding himself frozen whenever he stared at his phone screen and saw a new notification.

Do I respond to each comment?

Do I update today or next week?

Do they like the characterization?

Do I make the next chapter longer than the first?

He wasn’t sure what to do in his situation, not having anybody to talk to about it. He couldn’t ask Nino since he felt that his friend would only tease him and ask about his mental state. He felt that if he told Alya, the rest of the class would find out and he couldn’t have that. His online buddies weren’t really much help, only nagging him to just update already. And he really didn’t want to bother Plagg about it since he felt that the Kwami would just give him the whole “You humans and your dumb issues” spiel again, but he couldn’t take it anymore. He needed guidance. And even though he was absolutely certain that Plagg knew crap about anything relating to fanfiction, his kwami was still a small god and still very wise (when he wanted to be at least), so he sucked it up and finally asked him.

“I say live it up my friend.” Plagg simply responded.

Adrien smirked and nodded in both determination and agreement, giving Plagg extra camembert that afternoon. The kwami was right. Why was he freaking out about people liking his writing? He shouldn’t take positive feedback as something to be feared but instead as a challenge to do better, to write something that the people will never forget. His read count was growing by the day. Going from three hundred to eight hundred to a thousand to three thousand. It was almost astonishing, but as he reread his own work and compared it to fanfictions he’s read, he knew that his would end up ranking even higher. He had what they were all lacking. Actual experiences. And yes, he knew that his story was fictional and that what happened in the story never had and or probably never would happen between him and his Lady in real life. But he saw her mannerisms up close. He knew how she used her yoyo and her Lucky Charm – how truly amazing she was. He’d explored almost every inch of Paris thousands of times and knew how the blows from those akumas felt right to his bones.

His story wasn’t nonfictional, of course, but it was going to have that real feeling he’d heard so many desiring and he couldn’t wait to show it to them.

                                                      ________________

“Did you read the update last night?” Rose asked from behind, Adrien’s head rested in his arms as he grew a small tired smile. They were talking about his story again. A few weeks had passed since he posted the first chapter and now he had almost twelve thousand reads, five thousand votes, and a lot of overwhelming exhaustion. He had finally finished his fourth chapter the day before, staying up till almost two in the morning to post it. He was tired, and his body seemed to desire sleep more than air, but he didn’t care. Everyone was liking his writing – something he did for himself – and he was cherishing every minute of it.

“Of course, I almost wept when I read that Ladybug saved all those policemen from that fire! It was so intense, but I knew my girl would pull through! So badass!” Alya said.

“And when she dodged that left hook from behind! Super awesome.” Juleka added, the three girls continuing to admire the fight scene between Ladybug and Human Flare (the fire creating akuma Adrien made up).

He‘d gotten the idea for the villain from a conversation him and Ladybug had one day about akumas. They had just fought one that could create tornadoes from blended smoothies and Ladybug couldn’t help but comment on Hawkmoth’s creativity soon after.

“I swear, these akumas are starting to get ridiculous. I mean smoothie tornadoes? Really!? Why doesn’t he ever give them a normal power like teleportation or telepathy?” She complained, the two of them laying on top of some vacant office building that had too many windows to count.

“Or the ability to control any element! Now that would be interesting to see.”

Ladybug snorted.

“I see someone watches Avatar.”

“Hey, that show was purrfect and you know it!” He defended, turning to face her. She did the same.

“Fine! I will admit that you have a point there. Even though you could’ve made it without the horrible pun.”

“My puns are cat-tastic and I know that you secretly enjoy them.”

“Whatever helps you sleep at night.”

“Your affection and approval always does the trick, my Lady.”

She rolled her eyes before looking back up at the sky, her gaze turned away from him.

“Then it looks like you’re going to have trouble sleeping, Chaton.”

“Meow-ch,”

Ladybug giggled and Chat felt warmth spread throughout his body. They stayed silent for a while, the two of them staring at the birds flying above them, the color in the sky beginning to turn from blue to dark shades of red.

“Yeah, controlling fire would be neat, huh?” She said.

Chat hummed peacefully in response and Adrien smiled at the memory as he continued listening in on the girls’ conversation.

“The fight scenes were very descriptive. But I think the akuma’s costume needed more pink!”

Juleka snorted.

“Rose, you think everything needs more pink.”

“Because it does!”

The three of them laughed and Adrien had to suppress his own chuckle. Rose was so innocent.

“What about Chat Noir?” Adrien’s eyes widened a little at Marinette’s abrupt words. Whenever the three others would talk about fanfiction, the blue-eyed girl would usually remain quiet since she didn’t seem so interested in the subject. However, there she was behind him, asking about his story with her tone sounding a bit serious and Adrien was honestly surprised and curious as to what she was going to say.

“What about him?” Alya asked, sounding a bit surprised herself.

“I’ve heard you guys discuss these updates but I never really hear you guys talk about Chat Noir in this amazing story as an individual. Did he do anything in this chapter during the attack or was it all just Ladybug?”

Marinette’s emphasis on that certain adjective made Adrien nervous.

“Well, he did use his Cataclysm, but Ladybug mostly did all the work.” Alya answered.

“Hmm,” Marinette simply said, the blond not knowing what to think of that vague response.

Does she find something wrong with that?

What does she mean?

“Well, looks like amazing writer here doesn’t really know how to write them well then, huh?” She elaborated.

Adrien felt his heart stop.

What?

“Mari, you haven’t even read it yet. This person has got their personalities on point.” Alya defended.

“In what way? Because it sounds like they think Chat Noir is just some useless sidekick. And that’s not very realistic, is it?”

Adrien felt his body stiffen for a reason unknown to him and his cheeks began to warm up. He didn’t understand what he was hearing or why he was acting that way.

Nino seemed to notice his sudden shift in behavior since Adrien felt his friend’s hand rest on his shoulder.

“Hey, dude everything alright?”

Adrien brought up his head slightly enough so to give his best friend a small nod and a forced reassuring smile.

“Yeah, I’m fine. My phone vibrated in my pocket and it just startled me a bit.”

“Ah, okay. Well, go back to sleep dude. Homeroom’s almost done and you look dead.”

Adrien nodded again before laying his head back down, concealing his tense expression.

Not realistic? How was he not realistic? The fight sequences were written based on his own experiences. The moves he wrote for both of them were what usually happened. He wanted so badly to ask Marinette what she thought Chat actually did in a fight to get her take on things, to see what she sees. But, he couldn’t and it was frustrating him.

However, Alya ended up asking her for him.

“What do you mean useless? The writer wrote him using Cataclysm, his signature move.”

“But that’s not all he does, Alya. He helps plan. He hides civilians from danger. He’s saved Ladybug plenty of times! He risks his life almost every damn akuma attack! This author is pretty much saying that all he does is cause destruction when he actually stops it from happening. Yeah, Ladybug does work and helps a lot, but without Chat Noir, she wouldn’t be able to succeed. They’re equals and the writer just doesn’t seem to understand that. That’s all I’m saying.”

So that’s what she sees.

Adrien was honestly touched by his classmate’s words. Even though she‘d ragged on his story, he truly appreciated her reasoning for it. It wasn’t every day that he heard a civilian defend him like that, especially not as passionately as Marinette had.

He wanted to hug her.

“Damn girl. I didn’t know you felt so deeply about this.”

“Yeah, Marinette! Your speech was so sweet! I hope the writer writes more about Chat Noir like you said!” Rose chimed.

Juleka didn’t say anything, most likely nodding in response. Adrien was tired and although he’d promised himself the day before that he wouldn’t start writing the next chapter for a few days to catch up on sleep, after hearing Marinette’s words, he wanted to write it immediately. He wanted to impress the girl that thought he was more than what he’s worth, even if he had to suffer through a few more sleepless nights in order to do so.

[snippychicke]

Of Monsters & Men -- Five

I have found the schedule feature of Tumblr. And it’s a girl’s best friend in my humble opinion. 

Shout outs: @idesinfection, @crowleys-poppet-queen-of-asgard @aislinsekhem

Title: Of Monsters and Men

Rating: Between Innocent and Not quite innocent. So...PG ish?

Chapter: Five

The rain had stayed through the day, washing out the smoke and pollution out of the sky. Unfortunately a dreary slow day did not help you feel any less exhausted. The long lull between customers left you time to mull over your early wake up call, cursing Nahuel until your mind traveled to his owner.

Percival Graves.

Those few meetings when you barely spoke more than a few words, he had seemed a polite but distant man, with a lot more patience that a saint with that cat of his. Which explained how he could walk you home that first night, enduring it silently when you had talked incessantly the whole way.

Okay, maybe you had been a little attracted to him, and after the third visit from Nahuel, you may have looked forward to it as much as you were flustered. But what sane girl wouldn’t? Sleek, handsome, obviously well-off. And that damn little smirk he wore when amused by whatever you nervously chattered about before excusing yourself.

But this morning, it was easy to see how tense he had been despite being exhausted. His slight tease made you certain he was some lawman, but he obviously didn’t want to share so you didn’t push. Instead you refrained to a simple chatter, which apparently helped him relax slowly along the way.

You were beginning to feel comfortable yourself by the time you reached Mrs. Shapiro’s, until he gave you a tired smile and a slight kiss to your knuckles as he bid you goodnight. Or rather, a good day.

Your face was warm at the mere thought. It was an old fashioned gesture, but then again, you were raised in a different world were gentlemen acts were ‘hey, I got ya a few wildflowers that ain't from your own field.’ It was meant as an innocent gesture, with no attachment. No secret or implied meaning.

It had to be, right? There was no way a man like him would be interested in a silly girl like yourself. That only happened in romance novels, not real life.

A crack of sharp thunder brought you out of your thoughts. The rain was pouring down now, making everyone rush for cover. Except for one lean older-teen in black. You flustered thoughts quickly gave into a maternal annoyance as you quickly left your post. What in heaven’s name was he doing?

“Hey, boyo!” you called out as you opened the store door against the driving rains, and barely got a reaction. “Credence, come in here!” There was an automatic flinch at the strong tone of your words, making you wince yourself as he turned towards you. You offered a smile as you waved your hand, gesturing to come in. There was a definite moment of hesitation before he slinked towards you. Oddly, Modesty wasn’t anywhere in sight, “You silly kid, you're gonna catch a cold,” you tried to chide in a warm tone to ease the tension in his curved shoulders as he passed you.

But there was no change as he mumbled ‘sorry’, keeping close to the door as you shut it. You sighed and patted him on the arm slightly, feeling even worse at another flinch. Nothing about this day was going well. “It’s okay, honey. You make yourself at home and I’ll go fix us a couple of hot drinks. Okay?” All you got was a stiff nod, earning another internal sigh before you headed back  towards the stove in the backroom. When you came back a few minutes later, he was still standing in the doorway, a puddle of rainwater around his feet as he anxiously fiddling with his hat.

“Here, have some chocolate….” You offered the mug of cocoa, your eyes catching the purple and blue mark on his cheek as you trailed off. He flinched and pulled back as you instinctively reached towards the bruise. “What happened?”

“Nothing,” he answered quietly but quickly. “It’s nothing.”

You paused before taking his hand softly, doing your best not to spook him as you led him to the small set of tables, setting down the drinks on the hardwood tops. Before settling in the bench seat beside him. “Credence, I’m your friend.” You didn’t miss the way he paused, or the brief glance towards you. You offered a smile as you took his hand once more. “We’re friends. And as friends, we help one another.”

He tensed at that  his hand limp in yours. “What do you need help with?” his tone broke your heart. Resigned, almost apathetic. You tightened your grip on his, ducking so you could look up in his dark eyes with a smile.

“Sweetie, I don’t need anything. I meant that if you need help, you just need to tell me and I will do my absolute best to help.”

He didn’t look up, but you could feel him tense, his slack grip becoming like a vice. It was easy to see his face scrunched, trying to hold back tears. It felt like hell to untangle your hand from his, earning an absolutely wounded expression before you wrapped your arms tightly around his shoulders, resting your chin on his damp hair.  He quickly gave into the motion, his hands gripping at the fabric at your waist as his body trembled slightly at first, and then devolved into full-body sobs.

“Hey, hey, it’s okay,” you tried to soothe, though if anything the words of reassurement only made him cry harder. Still, you kept whispering softly, rubbing circles along his back as you rocked back and forth. You knew you shouldn’t jumpto conclusions that you should wait until he could find the strength to explain what happened.

But add the fact that you knew his mother was a harsh woman made your mind already label her as the culprit. How a woman could be unkind towards her own children was unfathomable to you, but there was those hints that both Credence and Modesty were both adopted. Yet, what was the difference? To willingly bring a child to your house and then treat them in such a way that daring to say anything out of turn brought such a panicked look that floored you every time. It was no better. Actually, it was worse. She voluntarily brought them into her home.

And you couldn’t see Credence doing something to earn a mark like that. He offered no question when you asked him to something. His eyes lighting every time at the smallest of compliments. He wasn a hellion as you had been, admittingly deserving of every bit of punishment your parents had dealt.

Forget dislike, you were pretty sure you hated Mrs. Barebones.

***

It was a few days after that when Nahuel caught you at the corner outside of McNally’s after twilight. You were too tired to even protest slightly, and instead followed him along the sidewalks, silently wondering not for the first time how smart the cat was as he paused for traffic, a keen eye following the automobiles until he deemed it safe to cross.

Or maybe you were just too tired and the stress of the week was wearing on you. Heck, the stress of everything since you moved to New York. It was probably enough to make anyone go crazy.

Oddly, once you reached Graves apartment and knock lightly with the shiny knocker, there was a serious expression on his face once he opened the door. “How do you you know Credence Barebone?” You didn’t even had time for a ‘hi’ before his sharp words, the bluntness of the question throwing you for a moment. Paired with the severe expression on his face and the cold glint in his dark eyes and you felt an unpleasant knot form in your stomach.

“He and his sister hand out flyers by my shop,” you answered defensively, crossing your arms defiantly. “Why? How do you know him?”

He shook his head as he stalked towards you, far to reminiscent of his cat for you not to notice, though far more predatory. A part of your mind threw up red flags as you backpedaled until he had you pinned up against the hallway wall. One arm placed on the wall beside your head, supporting him as he leaned in close. You weren't sure if you were more flustered or fearful as you continued to hold his sharp gaze “Are you a member of the Second Salemers?”

Belatedly, you realized this wasn’t the friendly Percival you knew. This was the lawman that you had rightly suspected him to be, and this was an interrogation. “No, I’m not,” you answered, not looking away from the piercing gaze.  If you believed in such thing, you would've thought he was looking right into your soul, searching for answers himself. Like his damn cat. But you didn’t flinch, but tried to stand a little taller, letting your flickering anger replace the fear. “I think what they’re preaching is a bunch of superstitious hogwash. I feel sorry for the boy and took pity on him. There ain’t nothin’ wrong with that. I ain't got nothing to hide.”

He searched your face a moment longer before sighing, his whole body relaxing. The chill in the air disappeared as his breath ghosted over you. “I’m sorry,” he apologized after a moment. As he met your eyes again, it wasn’t nearly as intimidating. If anything, it was almost a vulnerable expression that had crossed his face. “It’s just...those people are dangerous and the boy….”

“There’s nothing dangerous about Credence,” you defended hotly as he trailed off. “He’s a strange boy, but there isn’t a single mean bone his body.”

A very faint smile reached his lips, his eyes warming slightly. Fondly. “No, there isn’t, is there?”

“So why the interrogation?” You asked, trying to keep your mind on that and not how close he was pressed to you. “How do you know Credence?”

The warmth in his eyes dimmed just a little. A soft sigh escaped his lips as he withdrew. Part of you missed the closeness while the rest of you felt a little relieved. Too much. Too much intensity, too much...everything with this man. “I can’t say...sorry.”

“Mr. Graves…” you pressed as he turned and walked back, only to have him shake his head as he paused to glance back at you. You sighed, unwilling to break the silent truce not to press him for answers. Instead, you gave him an exasperated look with a faint smile. “You’re turning into quite the mystery man, Percival Graves.”

His lips quirked back into his little smirk, and that fluster that had died with your defensive fury. “That’s part of the charm, isn’t it?” he ended, letting your name roll off his tongue, making you flush. You would never forget the glint in his eye as he closed the door.

Oh. You felt your heart pounding as you walked down the stairs in a daze.

Did he....

No, surely not.

But that seemed a bit flirty.

No, it was probably him just apologizing in his own way.

But….

You shook your head, clearing your thoughts. More than likely that was nothing and you were just trying to imply what you wanted. Yes. That had to be it.

***

Graves watched from the window as the no-maj woman slipped into the dying sunlight, able to keep an eye on her while she melded with the crowds until she turned the corner. He sighed as he turned away, and saw Nahuel grooming himself on top of the bookcase. “I don’t know why you keep leading her here, but it has to stop.”

The half-wampus paused, his golden eyes looking down at the wizard, silently baulking at the idea. “I’m serious, Nahuel,” he continued sternly, knowing the creature was intelligent enough to understand. “She’s a no-maj, you know what that means.”

Nahuel flicked his tail, his stare not wavering from Graves. “One of these days, she’ll figure out the truth, and I’ll have to obliviate her. It would be better for her if I didn’t have to do that.”

Nahuel’s tail thumped against the bookcase, easily spotting the half-truth and calling the wizard out on it. One Obliviate wouldn’t hurt her...but it would him. He had grown too use to seeing her throughout the week. His kind gave him respect with a good dose of fear, and he was fine with that. Wanted it. But it was a nice change to have someone close that didn’t simply see him as Director of Magical Security.

He didn’t want to lose that.

He...didn’t want to lose her.

He liked it when Nahuel seemed to know when he needed a break. When he was so wrapped up in the work he brought home and didn’t even realize it until there was that light knock on the door. It was like a breath of fresh air every time, to the point of whenever he felt stressed and overwhelmed, there was an urge to see her. Which was why he had found the small corner store, only to see here with Credence wrapped in her arms.

That had hurt more than he cared to admit.

He shouldn’t want her in the first place, he told himself angrily. She was a no-maj. There shouldn’t be anymore than a simple acquaintance between them. But, there was no denying to himself that he thought of her as a friend; that part of him wanted her more than just a friend. To see her smile, and to listen to her chatter on, or hear her bright laugh that seemed to make even time stop for a few moments.

And that fire that had shone in her eyes. So boldly protective of the boy, which was something Credence needed. Someone able to be there for him, someone his side that wouldn’t defer to that Scourer.

Because, as much as he wanted to. He couldn’t.

Next

First

[canaryatlaw]

Okay, so here’s how this is gonna work. I’m currently sitting on the plane to Portland, typing on my phone. Last night I was writing my day post when we got to the Airbnb and it was already almost 2 am, so I left it at where I had gotten up to, which was leaving for the airport, but much happened after that that I need to tell you all about, so I’m gonna pick up where I left off and continue through. today. This plane is supposed to land at 10:25 pm west coast time, which is like 1:25 am for the east coast we were just on, so I get the feeling when we get if we’re gonna be pretty wiped and just go to bed, so I figured it would be smart to write it out now so last night doesn’t happen again. Since tumblr mobile is a pain in the ass and won’t post my massive one paragraph rantings, I’ll probably try to break it up into some sort of paragraphs. We’ll see.

So. I walked go Jess’ place and we called the Uber from there. No problem getting to the airport, got checked in without any bags as we’re just going with our backpacks and got in line for security. Well, here’s where things start to get good. I should probably preface this with some information, namely that I have a history of going through the scanning machine and for some reason it showing something like, right in the groin area. At first it was suggested it was my jeans’ zipper, so I started wearing sweatpants or cloth shorts, but it still happened for no explainable reason. My fucking life. So we’re going through security, I go through the machine and they’re like oh, we have to pat you down, it came up with a problem there and I was like ffs but kinda just laughed and they were trying to explain it and I was just like yeah, I know, been here plenty of times before, let’s just get this over with. So they pat me down, then swipe two little things on my hands and stick them into their machine, which is something they’ve done a few times before, no big. So I’m just waiting for it to give the all clear, but then it doesn’t, and the screen just goes red and says alarm, and I got told my hands just tested positive for traces of explosives????? Like obviously I had not been handling any explosives that day, or any other day for that matter. So I got moved to a secondary area for a full pat down and they grab my bag, which Jess had grabbed at this point and she was now just stuck waiting and I knew she was probably super anxious so I was like AWESOME and they’re going through my bag and all I’m thinking is there’s no fucking way they’re going to be able to repack that all in a way that makes it fit, and my annoyance is growing by the minute. I was definitely considering informing them that I was an attorney and was very aware of what my civil rights in this situation are should they try to violate any of them, but they were all for the most part polite and not spawning my attorney wrath, so I let it go. Someone said that while it said it was for explosives it could also have been caused by like a lotion or perfume or PRETTY MUCH ANYTHING and I’m just like wow that doesn’t seem like probable cause to me if literally anything can cause this reaction, but I knew that wasn’t something I could actually take up with them, that’s an argument you’d make before a judge, and I was really hoping to not escalate this situation that far, so I kept my musings to myself. Ultimately the did a full pat down (she like felt in the middle of my chest where the wire from my bra goes and is like “is there something here?” and I’m just like “yeah, my bra????”) which was obnoxious but whatever and then told me I was cleared, I had been next to a specific list of “hazardous substances” that was to be a guide for the TSA about what they should take away (and another list stating what they should take away only if it’s over 3.4 oz) and on it was both bug spray and bleach pens (like tide to go pens) which I had both in my bag as they normally live in my purse and they wouldn’t show up on a scan but if they were going through my bag they’d probably grab them, and it occurred to me that I did have some liquid stomach medication that might’ve been over the limit (I’d never thought about this before because I’ve always checked a bag and put it in there before) but to somewhat of my surprise none of those three things was flagged and they let me go. Unsurprisingly they weren’t able to fit everything in as I had (so HA) and I had to go reorganize things to fit my heating pad back in there (I had initially seen it outside my zipped bag and was concerned they were gonna take that, but I’ve had it in carry-ons for over a year now and never had an issue so it was nothing). I got back to Jess and told her it was all okay and she decided we were going to refer to the issue as my explosive vagina, so that’s the name for this incident now.

Anyway. We walked to where there was a Starbucks and got drinks, then went to the gate. We had gotten there with plenty of time of course and we still had some time to kill before we were actually boarding. The flight was supposed to be 9:35 pm to 12:37 am, since we were initially trying to plan around 9-5 jobs, so we were getting in pretty late. But we waited, then boarded and we were all the way back in row 31 because we bought the super cheap tickets, we took off about as scheduled and I read fan fic for most of the flight, which was fine. We pulled in to Newark right on time, where we deplaned and since we didn’t have any bags went to the passenger pick up area, from where we got an Uber and I starting writing last night’s post in there until we got back to the Airbnb, which we basically just changed and went straight to bed because we were exhausted. I was gonna try to shower in the morning but unfortunately the bathroom we had access to was only a half bath, so that was out of the question. Oh well, goodnight.

Alarms went off at 9, I was lazy and stayed in bed until like 9:30 because I knew I didn’t need that long to get ready, then got changed and did my make up, then grabbed some food and attempted to get an Uber to the con center. I say attempted because this didn’t quite go smoothly, I forgot how difficult Uber can be in the suburbs, and the first person we got just was not moving, then when they did they were going in the opposite direction, at which point we’d been waiting for like ten minutes so we were like okay fuck it and cancelled, the second person took a few minutes but got to us and we headed over to the con. We had friends that were already there that we were planning to meet up with, one of which had a car and was letting us stash our backpacks in her trunk so we could just walk around with our normal con

drawstring bags, so that was a relief. We got through their security quickly and started to look around. We assessed different people’s lines since we were mostly interested in meeting celebrities and not really looking around, we initially waited in Juliana’s line for a while until we were told she wasn’t gonna be there until 12:30 at which point some members of our group had photo ops, so they gave us tickets (like you’d get at a raffle) and told us to come back later and we’d get let right in. So we then ended up in Hartley Sawyer’s line, mostly because he was a tall man and Jess really wanted to hug him, and that while his character was all kinds of fucking awful but all accounts he was a really great guy and would be cool to meet. Well, he is very attractive in person (kinda like Brandon where like you know they’re attractive but when you see them in person you’re like WOW you’re attractive) as well as being really tall, and he was very nice so we all got to talk to him and get some photos with him, so that was nice. Since I had a VIP badge and I knew how to game the HVFF system at this point (lol) we’d just always go through the VIP line and everyone else was with me, even if they ended up paying for their own stuff nobody really cared or questioned it, so we did pretty well in that respect (which is why really you only need one person in your group to have VIP). Once we were done with Hartley it was time to line up for that photo ops some people had with Candice and Juliana, so me and one other friend who didn’t have them wandered around the vendors for a bit but honestly there was only a very small amount of vendors there, even for a HVFF, it was just kind of subpar. So we finished that fairly quickly and just ended up sitting at a table in the little food court area because that’s where the seats were. We were sitting at a table with 3 chairs

and a woman who was a volunteer asked if she could have the third one and we said sure, not sure if she was gonna just grab it and take it to another table or what, but she just sat down and started chatting with us so we just went with it lol. We had seen her briefly in front of Matt Ryan’s line earlier (they weren’t letting anyone else on line because he had to leave soon) so I asked about her volunteering and she had apparently just been a walker stalker volunteer (if you’re unfamiliar, walker stalker is a walking dead con that sometimes accompanied HVFF, I ventured into their area in Chi this year for Sarah Wayne Callies autograph and let’s just say I felt VERY out of place) and this was her first HVFF and she didn’t even know anybody. So we talked for a bit, I said I was (almost) a lawyer and she said her ex had been harassing her so I went into an abbreviated inquiry as to whether she’d qualify for an order of protection (because when I hear something like that I just go straight into lawyer mode) and concluded she probably could, which was information she was grateful to have. Eventually people were done and we met back up with our friends to head back to the Juliana line. Well, the whole handing out tickets situation had not worked well, as Juliana had just gotten to the table after photo ops during which a whole

other line had amassed and then everyone with a ticket came back and we’re all supposed to go in the gold/platinum VIP line to get right in but there was an absurd number of us so we were spilling out into the actual walkway a significant amount, and it was basically a total mess. Since Jess tends to be the one who organizes lines in these kind of situations when the workers are clearly out of their depths, we tracked down the man who had given out the tickets in the first place and wanted to know what the hell was supposed to be happening, and he said we were supposed to use the numbers of the tickets to go in front of anyone who had a lower number than us, but we couldn’t go in front of any actual gold or platinum VIPs which we were like okay then returned to the line and told people who basically didn’t want to do that because they didn’t want to have to tell people they should go first and would just rather wait in the gigantic line, at which point Jess and a couple of our closer friends and I were like yeah fuck this and defected to Matt Ryan’s VIP line, which we were through and got to see him fairly quickly.

Now the situation with Matt Ryan was that he was a last minute announcement on Thursday after Katie Cassidy had to drop, so we hadn’t been expecting to see him again so soon since we saw him just two weeks ago at WW Chi. He immediately knew who we were and was like “oh, you again???” at which point we laughed and informed him he had really followed us there, as we had been planning this long before he was, and we all laughed and joked around for a while before taking some selfies. He’s really such a nice and down to earth guy it’s always so much fun to see him. When we finished with him

Juliana’s line had gone down significantly, so we went in the VIP line and had to wait for a little bit but got to her pretty quickly. I had only met her before at San Jose back in December, but the friends I was with had all bonded with her at Nashville in May (the one I couldn’t go to because I had my law school graduation) so she recognized us and she is honestly so sweet and just lovely to talk to, always very kind and not trying to rush but genuinely wants to hear about what you had to say which is always very nice. There was some sort of collage that said to write love on her arms at her table so I asked if she was associated with them and she said she had actually been in the movie (so I’m gonna have to go back and watch that again to find her) so I told her I had founded a UChapter of TWLOHA during my senior year of college which she thought was awesome. We took some selfies and said thank you, then headed over to Candice’s line.

None of us had met Candice before so we were excited about that, the line moved pretty quickly and we were up there in not very long. We pretty much just told her we loved Iris and hoped she got to do more reporting in the next season (because lol) and she very heartily agreed, so I’m taking that as a good sign. We told her we were gonna see Caity tomorrow and asked if she wanted to send her a message (Matt Ryan had told us to tell her to “behave herself” which is gonna be fucking hilarious) and she was just like “I get to see Caity all the time, I’m good” which was pretty amusing but definitely fair. After that we regrouped a bit and saw what was going on before seeing that Victor Garber’s line had shrunk some since it was very large previously, and we wanted to see him of course because we didn’t get to see him stage door after we saw hello Dolly, so we told him we saw him and how much we loved it, he was so delighted to hear that and thanked us for coming, and he was very lovely to talk to and we took some good photos before saying goodbye. It was getting laterish at this point and we had to get to the airport at some point, so we started to make plans to leave, but ended up jumping in

Echo Kellum’s almost non-existent queue just to say hi and ohmygosh, he is so funny. And TALL. He said he was 6’5” not counting hair, which added at least another solid four inches and he was honestly just very large lol. We didn’t take photos since we hadn’t paid for them but he did give us hugs and spent a while chatting with us, we were saying how Curtis had gotten screwed over in the last season of Arrow when Oliver decided the NTA’s were out after Rene and Dinah had done stuff but he hadn’t done anything, which he whole-heartily agreed with. So getting to talk to him was a nice way to end our day.

We said our goodbyes to our friends, then the friend who had the car we stored our backpacks in graciously drove us to the airport. We got off at the terminal that said United express when we were on United, and went inside and checked in. Once we went to security and looked at our gate though, we quickly realized we were in the wrong place, as we were currently in terminal A and our plane was leaving out of gate C113. So we got directed to their airtrain that ran in between terminals and went to terminal C. Once we were in the right place we went through security which we had to wait a bit for, but ultimately got through without issue, which I definitely breathed a sigh of relief for. Our gate was all the way at the end of the terminal (because aren’t they always?) so we walked down there to see it before going to get food. We had some time so we went to their little sit down diner place which was nice, after the waitress assured Jess we would make it to our plane in time that didn’t start boarding for another hour and a half 😂. I got a Belgian waffle with strawberries which is basically my entire brand, so that was quite predictable. It was honestly very good so I enjoyed that. We finished up and went back to the gate. This terminal for some reason had iPads bolted down to literally every single place in the whole

damn thing, so the two seats we took both had iPads in front of them for some reason, and I wasted some time playing games on them before we got called for boarding. We somehow ended up in the slightly less shitty seats this time, so we got to board with group 3 instead of 5 and ended up in row 12, which is a hell of a lot better than 31. Since we are literally flying across the country, we knew it was gonna be a very long flight, so when we sat down we immediately tried to find the power outlets that were supposedly between our seats, which took a while but we did end up locating them, only for them to just straight up not work, I wasn’t that concerned though because I had charged my phone up to 91% and had almost a full charge on my external battery so I knew I’d be fine. Took off as scheduled and everything has been fine, as is my habit on planes I read fan fiction, namely some captain canary stuff that has been on my phone for at least a year and a half and very much needed to be completed lol so I’m glad I got through those, and once I did I started writing this so I would have time to type all of it out. It’s now 11:39 pm eastern time, so we have a bit more ways to go but now you’re caught up to my current reality. Once we land we’re gonna Uber to our Airbnb and probably just collapse into bed, hopefully sleep and then head to Rose City Comic Con in the morning to see Brandon and Caity (I would say maybe other people too, but that would only be Tom Welling, and I’m only seeing him again because they were offering a Brandon and Tom dual “Supermen” photo op and I couldn’t turn that down), so that’s exciting. That’s about all I got for now, I may add a few more lines as things happen before I actually turn in for the night and post this.

Ok, flight landed, ubered to Airbnb, currently brushing my teeth and about to pass out. It’s 10:54 pm local time but 1:54 am based on waking up on the east coast. Goodnight folks. Stay awesome.

[ultimatefeather]

I was(n’t) tagged by @commander-up bc they didn’t tag anyone but they mentioned me so I’m doing this

Rules: answer these 82 questions and tag 20 people.
 Last: 
 1. drink?- Mtn Dew unfortunately 
 2. phone call?- does facetime count? Bc then Em to ‘be’ at their graduation party. I have no idea what my last phone call was
3. text message?- I said 'okay’ to my mom 
4. song you listened to?- I’m listening to Lion by Hollywood Undead right now
5. time you cried?- yesterday bc I was at camp and we had a really deep conversation about the LGBT+ community and I got really emotional

Have you ever: 
6. dated someone twice?- nope
7. kissed someone and regretted it?- no
8. been cheated on?- no
9. lost someone special?- yeah, in a way I guess I have 
10. gotten drunk and thrown up?- nope

Favourite colors: 
11. Red
12. Black
13. Gold

In the last year have you: 
14. made new friends?- yeah, people at camp
15. fallen out of love?- I guess so
16. laughed until you cried?- that hasn’t happened in a long time
17. found out someone was talking about you?- not that I know of, but I assume people do it anyway so… 
18. met someone who changed you?- yes- the people I met at camp this past week have helped me in so many ways
19. found out who your friends are?- :| 20. kissed someone on your facebook list?- nope

General: 
21. how many of your facebook friends do you know in real life?- all of them
22. do you have any pets?- yes I have three cats and I love them all and they’re wonderful
23. do you want to change your name?- no, I’m okay with it
24. what did you do for your last birthday?- I went to my best friend’s house and we had a fire bc my parents were out of the country
25. what time did you wake up?- 7:00 am
26. what were you doing at midnight last night?- I was sleeping bc I’m lame and tired 
27. name something you can’t wait for- college bc I get out of the house for a long time (7 days until freedom my dudes !!)
28. when was the last time you saw your mom?- ten minutes ago when she said goodnight
29. what are you listening to right now?- I’m now listening to Tidal Wave by Owl City
30. have you ever talked to a person named tom?- ye
31. something that is getting on your nerves?- everything at the moment 
32. most visited website?- YouTube, but Tumblr is a close second 
33. hair colour?- light brown
34. long or short hair?- long
35. do you have a crush on someone?- maybe? Who knows man I’ve kind of given up on people right now (but that’ll probably change as soon as I see an attractive person)
36. what do you like about yourself?- honestly? There’s nothing about me that I like.
37. piercings?- just my ears
38. bloodtype?- no idea
39. nickname?- Lainers (but I haven’t heard that in a while- my friends and I usually just make weird noises at each other)
40. relationship status?- single 
41. zodiac?- cancer
42. pronouns?- she/her
43. favourite tv show?- I don’t really watch tv
44. tattoos?- none right now but I have plans…
45. right or left handed?- right
46. surgery?- nope
47. sports?- soccer and throwing for track and field
48. vacation?- like where I want to go? Anywhere really- it’s my goal to visit every country in the world so… it doesn’t matter to me
49. pair of trainers?- anything, I really don’t care
50. eating?- nothing as of now
51. drinking?- still nothing
52. i’m about to?- sleep bc I’m exhausted 
53. waiting for?- seeing my friends, then college
54. want?- to be happy and not hate myself and to be able to show my friends how much I love them
55. get married?- maybe- hopefully bc I get lonely easily and I want someone to be around for life but also I’m afraid of becoming my parents so… ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ 
56. career?- musician? Or maybe a hitman…

Which is better 
57. hugs or kisses?- hugs. I’m a super huggy person 
58. lips or eyes?- eyes 
59. shorter or taller?- both
60. older or younger?- older? I guess I don’t care
61. nice arms or nice stomach?- arms I guess
62. hook up or relationship?- relationship?
63. troublemaker or hesitant?- I don’t care

Have You Ever:
64. kissed a stranger?- no 
65. drank hard liquor?- yeah- it was great
66. lost glasses/contacts?- nope
67. turned someone down?- who tf would ask me out
68. had sex on the first date?- nope
69. broken someones heart?- I don’t know…? 
70. had your heart broken?- not really broken, just moderately disappointed (mostly with myself tho)
71. been arrested?- not yet
72. cried when someone died?- yes
73. fallen for a friend?- nope

Do you believe in: 
74. yourself?- not in the slightest
75. miracles?- maybe? Idk man
76. love at first sight?- if you fall in love at first sight then you’re falling for someone’s looks and not personality and that’s dangerous my dude 
77. santa?- I’m a legal adult
78. kiss on the first date?- never been on a date so nope 79. angels?- sure

Other: 
80. current best friend’s name?- Em (yes you’re my best friend you dong)
81. eye color?- blue
82. favorite movie?- Wonder Woman as of right now

It’s late and I’m tired so I’m not tagging anyone but if you know me and took the time to read this, you’re tagged

Also I’m very sorry about any spelling mistakes my eyes are slowly blurring and I can’t tell when I’m writing

Edit: so the format fucked up and I can't fix it on mobile so here it is I guess

[mirkwoodshewolf]

My Night fury Loki x reader

Well here is my first fanfic I posted up on wattpad and here is my second post through tumblr. While I will accept requests for children/teen fanfic I’m also good with doing romantic requests I don’t want to just limit myself with just one type of genre but if ya’ll want child requests I won’t deny them (unless they don’t follow my fandom lists) and again I do NOT own any references I make they all belong to their rightful owners or companies.

Taglist:

@evyiione

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It was a few days before Katsucon 2015 and I was putting the final touches on my Hiccup battle suit as well as looking over the Toothless suit my two friends would be wearing for our competition on Saturday when suddenly my phone rang.  I ran towards it and saw that it was my partner (bff/n)

“Hey dude, I’m glad you called, listen; the toothless is coming along well and I—”

“Uhh (y/n) we need to talk to you about that convention. Turns out that I can’t make it” (bff/n) said.

“What!? But (bff/n) you’re my toothless. No one else can fit into the suit other than you!”

“I’m sorry (y/n) but my boyfriend called and wants me to meet his parents this weekend. I’m really sorry but I’m afraid I can’t be your toothless for the competition. I feel terrible”.  I just remained quiet and said.

“It’s okay, thanks for at least telling me. Bye”. Hang up.

         I looked towards the toothless suit and my hiccup battle suit and stared the hard work we had been putting on, the endless hours of work, the testing of the mechanics in the toothless suit, and hours of no sleep we had to make these things work and look good.

All gone down the drain.

All this work for nothing.  As you can tell I’m beyond pissed off that my friend could just call like that and tell me that her boyfriend wants her to be there to meet his folks when we’ve been planning this for months in advance.  I walk out of my work room and head back into my house and plop down on the couch and scream into my pillow.

“I would’ve thought a cosplayer like you would be excited to go to this convention, not wallow in anger”.  I look up to see my famous boyfriend, the God of Mischief himself, Loki.

“I am excited, but I think I have to call the competition and drop my name out”.

“What? Why would you do that? You’ve been working on your cosplays for months haven’t you?” Loki asked with deep concern showing in his face.

“Yeah, until your partner calls in to tell you that she has to cancel because her boyfriend wants her to meet his parents which he knew we were apart of this thing for months now! I mean how can she do this to me!? All those hours and work wasted!”  Loki like me showed anger for my friend dropping me off like that but he took a deep breath and held me tightly to his chest.

“I’m sorry (y/n), but that doesn’t mean you can pull out of the competition, why not go as a solo?”

“I can’t. I’ve already put my name as a group. And all statements are finalized. Besides there’s no Hiccup without Toothless, and no Toothless without Hiccup. They are meant to be together as best friends should. But it seems my Toothless doesn’t even care about my dream anymore”. Loki stroked through my hair and kissed my temple.

“Why don’t I at least take you to bed, you look exhausted and I’m sure you’ll think of something”.

“But Loki. The convention is in two days! How am I going to find a replacement who will fit to (bff/n)’s size in time! In fact I don’t think anyone can be my Toothless in time!”

“Shhh, relax that brain of yours, you’re overworked. Now I’m taking you to bed, you’re going to go to sleep and not another word of this till you’re rested up”.  By that time we were already in my bedroom.  Loki set me down on my bed and laid down close to me and tucked me into his arms.

“But Loki!”

“Ah-ah-ah, no more worrying tonight darling, time for sleep” he said then with a mischief gleam in his eyes, he snuck his hands under my shirt and tickled my sides making me shriek and curl up against him. I tried to bat his hands away but he only kept digging into my skin tickling me into submission.

“Lo-lo-Loki! St-stohahap!!”

“Not until you stop worrying and trust me that everything will be alright”. He said with that smug grin on his face.

“Like I would…..hahaha…trust the God of MiheheMischief!”

“Wanna repeat that darling?” His grin turning into that evil smile as he switched from my sides to my stomach, my most ticklish spot. I screamed with laughter as I cried out.

“OKAY!! OK! OK! OK! OK!!! I TRUST YOU! PLEHEHEASE JUST STOHAHAHAPPPP!!!”  He finally stopped and wrapped his arms around my waist in a gentle embrace.

“I promise you, everything will work out in the morning my dove”.

“Okay, if you say so, goodnight Loki, love you”.

“Goodnight darling, I love you too”. We shared a goodnight kiss then I fell asleep cuddled close to his chest unaware of the soft gleam in his eye.

The next morning, I woke up extra early to pack up my stuff for Katsucon tomorrow since tomorrow beings the first day of the con. I printed out the schedule and highlighted the stuff I wanted to do each day and how to keep my time busy before the pre-judging of the contest then finally when the competition would be and what hall.  I got my suit packed up but when I looked at my toothless suit, I began to almost reconsider and just bail the competition without a toothless.

It was then I also noticed that something, more like someone was missing.  

Where the heck was Loki?

I put a pause on my packing and began to look through the entire house to find him.  After about a half hour of searching I was just about to give up when I took notice of a note hanging on the refrigerator.  I took it off its magnet and read it to myself.

My Dearest (y/n),

You are probably wondering where I am at this point, I felt so heartbroken to hear about your dilemma last night, and to make you feel better and NOT pull you out of the cosplay competition and that chance to help make your dream come true, go outside behind your shop for a special surprise you’ll find.

         Forever yours,

         Loki

          What the hell? What does he mean by a surprise? I hope it’s not like the last surprise he gave me last Christmas. God I don’t even wanna talk about it, yet it was pleasurable.  Either way I followed the note’s instructions and went around the back of my shop and just stood there frozen in shock of what I saw.

         “Holy fireballs!” There standing by my shop was a real live, living and breathing, bloody NIGHTFURY!!!  It looked exactly like Toothless right down to the very scales on his body, his ears, and even his big adorable green eyes with pupils big and black. I didn’t know how to feel, I was both excited but slightly afraid.  I mean come on it’s not everyday you see live dragons around here, especially if they look like your favorite cartoon dragon that you’ve secretly wished to have as your own.

I walked up to the night fury slowly just like Hiccup did and raised my hand outwards cautiously so that I wouldn’t get my hand bitten off, but as I got closer towards it and looked into it’s eyes, I suddenly gasped as I saw a familiar gleam behind those beautiful green eyes.

“L-L-Loki?” The night fury purred exactly like toothless does in the movies and he leaned in towards my hand and purred lovingly. I couldn’t believe it! My boyfriend, the God of Mischief and Lies, Mr. Magic man himself, had turned himself into Toothless.  “Oh my God! Loki but—how did…..did you do this for me?” He lowered his head and stared up at me with that cute Toothless face that I always fawn over everytime I watch the movies.  His ears lowered and he even had the puppy dog eyes that Toothless gave in the Christmas special ‘Gift of the Nightfury’.

I smiled lovingly and looked at him with adoration and love.  I walked up to him and knelt down in front of him and lifted his head up and said as tears of happiness fell down my face,

“Loki, thank you. You are amazing”.  I leaned my forehead against his as he purred. Suddenly I felt a wet slimy thing attack my face as I was now pushed down onto the ground and a wet, pink tongue licked me across my face.  

“Gah! Loki stop!!” I pushed him aside and rolled backwards and stood up and groaned as I wiped myself off of the dragon slobber I now had on my skin, “you know that doesn’t wash out!” He then let out a rhythmic grunt that sounded like one of Toothless’ laughter.  He grinned at me as I glared at him and flung his spit back at him making him shake his head and narrow his eyes at me for a brief second before cleaning himself off by licking himself clean of the spit.

Later, I went over the script with Loki and told him what exactly he needed to do for our scripted play that I spent a week on revising, editing and planning out for the competition.  It was going to be a replica of the battle scene of the second movie, just as Toothless is fighting Draco’s black Alpha and Toothless becomes the new Alpha, then it ends with a friendship/brother flight with the song “Romantic flight” playing after the battle.  

After a bit of rehearsing with the music playing from my laptop from the two soundtracks songs that I mixed up together, Loki and I had finally got the entire act down, now we just needed to work out the flight part, but I didn’t know that my cunning Night fury had his own act currently running through his mind.  I mounted onto Loki’s back and I said my line,

“Let’s go bud”.  Then that’s when things got a bit hairy. Loki actually took off at sonic speed up into the sky for real.  I screamed as I held onto him for dear life as he continued to flight up higher and higher into the sky.

“Loki! What is wrong with you!? Stop it!!!”

He stopped but I could see the grin on his face, I held onto for dear life begging for him to not do what I think he was doing, that and for my major, MAJOR fear of heights and flying.

You see, I’ve always had this fear about going to high, I once found out when I was around five years old and my family and I were to a local fair.  My sister and I wanted to go on the Ferris wheel one last time before we headed home, when the wheel suddenly broke down and we were stuck above the ground 30-40 feet at 10:30pm with no way of getting down.  I then started to panic and I began to hyperventilate and cry as loud as I could, begging for someone to get me down, for almost three hours we were up there until the fire dept, finally came and got us down.  And from that day on, I never got on another Ferris wheel, or even anything that went even 7 feet off the ground.

“Loki don’t you—” but it was too late, he tucked in his wings and began to plummet straight down back towards the Earth.  I screamed my head off and held on as tight as I could when Loki opened his wings again and took off flying once again this time faster.  And just when I thought he couldn’t be crueler, he began to spin.

‘Thank you for nothing you useless God!’ I screamed in my head when my voice couldn’t even shriek anymore as my fear began to intensify.

Loki then again began to plummet down towards the Earth.  I finally couldn’t take it as I leaned against his dragon back and began to cry, sobbing hysterically as he deliberately used my fear to torture me. My mind screamed at him, begging him to stop and he seemed to have heard me.  His face became softer and regret filled his heart.

So he did a nice thing and opened his wings up and stopped his recklessness and made the flight more easier and more comfortable for me. He gently went higher into the afternoon clouds as I kept sobbing, refusing to look up, down, anywhere because I knew we were still in the air.

‘(Y/n), it’s okay darling. Open your eyes’.  I heard Loki’s voice inside my head calming my nerves.  I did as he said and looked up to see miles and miles of white/pink puffiness.  As Loki continued to glide through the air and higher into the sky, I couldn’t help but stare in awe at the view above here. I was flying, and Loki was helping me grow out of my fear.

‘Touch the clouds darling’ his voice said as he raised me high enough to touch the whiff of clouds that were just above me. I shakily raised up on arm from his back and slowly allowed my hand to graze it until I raised it up higher and felt the softness of it fly past my skin, almost like a ticklish feeling.

I slowly released my other hand and raised my hands up over my head like I was on a roller coaster and slightly leaned back to feel more of the cool breath brush past my face.

This was amazing.

As Loki continued to fly long after the sunset and the moon and stars shined over the land, my fear was now long forgotten and all that mattered was me and Loki, together flying in the sky.  He took me higher into the sky then slowly went lower until we could see the lights of New York just below us, gleaming like a beautiful beacon of light. A huge smile broke out on my face at the beautiful sight that was New York.  I looked down to see Loki looking back towards me with a smile on his face, I smiled back at him and slowly leaned back down on my stomach and laid my chin against his head and kissed him.

He lowered down towards the buildings, flying around the city but using his magic to conceal us so that no one would see a flying dragon in New York city then took back up into the night sky.

“Loki I—I don’t know what to say this is….this is—amazing. You’re amazing”.  I patted his side and he looked up at me then he decided to take me back to my place. Once we got back to my house, I slowly got off his back but was a bit wobbly and nearly fell if it wasn’t for my boyfriend catching me this time back in his normal, God form.

“Careful there darling, still a bit wobbly from that sudden take off”.

“Yeah, I can’t believe you did that how could you!” I shouted at him as I slapped him across the arm as hard as I could still mad at him for doing that.  He held me in his arms and said.

“I had been thinking when you told me about your fears, and I knew I needed someway to get you to stop being afraid. So along with helping you with your competition, I wanted to help you get over your fear of heights, but I guess I took it too far on the take off���.  He looked down shamefully telling me he knew it was wrong and that he felt really sorry and guilty for it.

“Ohh, I can’t stay mad at you my Nightfury” I cooed as I hugged him tightly.  “And thank you, for that…. I think it did help me a bit”.

“I’m always here if you need me, my Hiccup”. I smiled up at him and we both leaned in towards each other in a passionate kiss.

-Extended Ending-

“And the winner of the $1000 cash prize for this year’s Katsucon Winner is…. Hiccup and Toothless Alpha Battle!!” I screamed and hugged Loki who was in Toothless’ form now and the two of us walked up on stage and I took the trophy from Yaya-Han and she congratulated me with the first prize winning and I could hear everyone cheering ‘Long live the chief! Long live the chief!’ I felt happiness well up inside my chest, I looked at Loki and he looked at me and I thanked him, because without him, this wouldn’t have happened.  I would always be grateful to him.

My Nightfury.