#and fuckin swan dive right the fuck in

[frnkiebby]

EYE C R I N K L E S ~🎃

[winterhawkkisses]

Following the prompt ask, a ficlet where Bucky is accidentally turned into a dog, giving him the excuse to give Clint unrestrained affection that he normally wouldn't (because he's pining, oh, boy).

The first couple of times, Clint had snatched his hand back and immediately apologised, which had settled somewhere uncomfortable in Bucky's stomach. There had been some pretty undignified sulking in the giant dog bed that Tony had wasted no time in ordering in, followed by a conversation between Steve and Clint that had involved words like friendship and consent and c'mon, Barton, you've seen his damned teeth.

After that - it'd been kinda tentative at first, Clint getting his bearings, a look that wasn't entirely unlike awe on his face as Bucky muscled in close and let Clint sink his fingers into Bucky's thick fur. But once he was comfortable -

Clint was loose with him in a way he wasn't when Bucky was in his human body, and as much as that curdled when Bucky had time to think too long, it meant that they could play. He'd kinda forgotten what playing was like - no one played with the goddamn Winter Soldier, but this made Bucky wish Clint would. Sparkling grin, wide with delight, hurling himself at Bucky and grabbing him in holds just the right side of too tight. Wheezing out a cackle when Bucky only half-accidentally stomped on his balls. Bonelessly relaxing under Bucky's weight as Bucky sprawled out on top of him, nose stuffed into the crook of his neck where the smell was so sweet.

"I'm gonna miss this," Clint said softly, night before Thor had flat-out promised that Amora's 'curse' would wear off. He was sprawled out under Bucky, whose eyes were half closed with the pleasure of the pressure of Clint's strong fingers, right at the base of Bucky's ears. He cocked one, lifting his head a little, and Clint huffed out a laugh. "Don't give me that judgy look. It's not like we're friends."

The ball-stomp, this time, was absolutely fuckin' deliberate.

*

Clint was moping in his room when there was a scratch at his door, and it made his stomach flip and swan dive right into sad. He hauled himself off his bed and shuffled over, his eyes widening as he saw Bucky - human Bucky, arms folded and scowling and so fucking beautiful it hurt - standing outside his door.

"Wha-" he managed, before Bucky's knuckles dug uncomfortably into his sternum, pushing him uncompromisingly backwards. Clint could've probably resisted - give him a minute - but instead he went with it, letting Bucky shove him backwards until Clint was sprawled out on his bed.

He was honestly expecting a lecture. Taking advantage, maybe. Maintaining fucking boundaries like he shoulda been doing all along. Instead he took in a sharp breath as Bucky crawled onto his bed and sprawled on top of him, an incongruity of a pulse of fear at the proximity of Clint's jugular to his teeth.

"Idiot," Bucky growled into the crook of his neck. "Fuck you, we're 'not friends'."

Clint carefully lifted a hand and settled it on Bucky's head, callused fingers winding into unexpectedly soft hair. Didn't expect the wet heat of Bucky's tongue against his throat.

[Nonny, please read the Wolves of Timely series by @mariana-oconnor it so perfectly does what you wanted, loads better than this :D]

[pennycat83]

Wanted to make a fanfic for my AU

TLDR: stupid idiot tardigrade tries to wake up a creature than can very much fuck her up just 'cause she wants to check up with it for work stuff.

(⚠️:Mild body horror and violence)

Brief gasps of light crawled the windows of the house, slinking back with the sun. It traced the abandoned furniture that now strewed the back garden, finally bidding farewell to the newly lit Jack o lanterns that guarded the backdoor.

A silhouette stirred in one of the derelict rooms, eye twitching with the silent glare of the sunset, tail flicking slowly, her eye dragged around the room. It took her a moment to adjust to the layout and recognized she wasn't gazing from the center of the mildly cramped space, and the dangerous lack of any familiar plush clutter and cosy technology.

She hadn't bothered investigating the house so far simply out of basic respect, but something forced her out of the mountain of blankets. She crouched over the smashed bookshelf. A good amount of 'Alex's' things had been left outside both to make navigation easier, alongside some lingering...things.

Most of it was things she had expected, 'notebooks...notebooks, oh shit blank VHS-no they're filled with stuff'. She hesitated pocketing it for research purposes but decided on one of the recent notebooks that was the plumpest with sticky notes and clippings.

After a few hours she finally gave up, claws subconsciously pawing at her neck. She grimaced, shuffling over to her suitcase and pulling out a toiletry kit. Leaving the bathroom almost an hour later with a cloud of humidity and a clump of sleepwear tucked under her shoulder.

She froze. '17:43...', her neck whipped to the guest room, throwing the laundry back into the 'guest room'. She was more than opposed to being adverse to client requests...but-

The door had been slammed shut, splinters of wood still littering the ground as freshly ripped police tape hung limp around the edges of the frame and floor. She shuffled close, her paws straining to flip flop closer. Pressing her ear against the door in a stupid attempt to make anything out.

The door creaked open, the piercing light of the hallway seeping into the dank space. She froze; huffed slightly, snapping her arms to her side in an awkward confidence boost maneuver, as her neck jutted up and down slightly.

Her heart lapped at the sides of her ribs as she stood over the nest of furniture. A familiar orange ball of a spikey onesie slumped inside, heaving slightly amidst the rubbish and random knickknacks.

"M...Mr Clyde?". She tussled the form slightly, straining slightly over the table, her paw pads instantly searing with brief pain...nothing. "Mr Clyde...".

Moving somewhat clumsily atop the table. She shoved him harder, the skin of her paw pads tightening and loosening. She huffed, flopping cross-legged before him, arms folded. "...Fuckin' fine!". Moving to the dresser top and stumbling atop it's form.

It's side was somewhat warm. Most of it's body almost resembled the state of it's victims, tight almost bony skin drowning in a baggy claws wrapped around itself in a futile attempt to provide extra comfort.

She was unironically considering spooning up into the little gap between it's chest- 'N/A! Clients are clients, we RESPECT motherfucking couples...I think-'. Penny chan sighed, considering any other space around him aside from simply annoying him awake.

Fuck it, scrambling off the padded form, she began moving up the dresser again, too short. Pulling a stool up from the surrounding hoard, she stood over him...just right~.

In a single swan dive she flung herself from the drawer, pile driving her elbow sharply into Clyde's side. An unpleasant wheeze sputtered out from the Veldigun, it almost reminded her of a hoarse child's cry and the remains of a demonic groan tube.

"WHAT?!". In a single grab the demon loomed over head, claws digging into Penny chan's neck as her legs dangled weakly. "Y-you...d-didn't respond- YOU DIDN'T FUCKIN' RESPOND TO MY WAKE UP ASSHOLE!". The lash out didn't phase it in the slightest, unlike the now set of piercing canines digging into it's claws.

Dropping her to the floor in another pained wince, whipping out a palchion blade from her back. "やめて!!". They both froze, if only out of the length of the blade just piercing the skin between Clyde's eyes.

She exhaled shakily, "now then...clearly, I made a mistake pounding your ass. But I need you awake so I can relay information clearly, I'm fully aware you're nocturnal, but I rely HEAVILY on communication".

"Christ man, I get yer pissed but like, I'm kinda sorta doin' this from the bottom of my heart here. Like ya sure I could easily ramsack this place for all it's worth 'n ditch ya. But I ain't I...", she heaved slightly from the sinking frustration in her chest.

"Look, why don't we...like plan shit downstairs 'n I can go through s'me stuff, right?". The piercing gaze of the demon in front remaining as stoic as usual. "If we talk downstairs you get to hold my bat plushie".

At that, the demon's head cocked slightly. "...fine", "y'can also...bite my arm 'r somethin' if it makes you feel better". It huffed slightly, wasting no time in sinking it's teeth into her arm. It's quivering twin rummaging around her jean pocket until it pulled out a familiar bat plush.

Handing it awkwardly to the demon, the weight on her arm lightened slightly. Turning her gaze away until she turned back to face it. The bat plush now safely tucked in the onsie, it's little eyes gazing at her.

"Right, now then...I'm gonna head downstairs 'cause I need a fuckin' moment". With that she started slumping her way out of the room.

[gettinshiggywithit]

!Swan dive!

Scenario:- deku makes a life changing decision;kacchan sees it all

Characters:- katsuki Bakugou ,izuku midoriya

Pairing:- kinda Bakudeku

tw :- character death

Enjoy~

Izuku was tired

He was tired of the bullying

He was tired of the ridicule

And most importantly,

He was tired of bakugou.

Everyday was complete agony

All because his precious kacchan had picked him to be the target of his insults.

Why did it have to be him??just because he was quirkless????

Why couldnt he just be born with a quirk

Why must HE suffer alone

Izuku was tired

And that’s why he wasnt scared

Its why he didn’t hesitate.

“Take a swan dive off the building ,then maybe youll be born with a quirk in your next life.”

The words rang fresh in his mind as he stood on the edge of the school’s roof.

The wind blew his green mess of hair back and out of his face

And for a second he thought even nature wanted him to see his death

His mind raced,trying to come up with reasons not to.

What about his mother?

“No she abandoned me.she gave up on me when she was my last hope... shell be fine”he told himself

What about ALLMIGHT he’d never approve of this!hed want me to survive!

“Well too bad ‘cos where even is he??hes nothing but a grinninf idiot who uses force to achieve his goals.hes nothing!”

Izuku was crying now,screaming out the answers to his internal questions

What about...what about kacchan?

It was a last ditch attempt but something was better than nothing?

He scoffed

Why in the ever living FUCK did his brain make him think of kacchan????? The boy who had caused him all his pain,whod put him in this position

It was at this moment that izuku made up his mind.

He wipped away his tears with the sleeve of his shirt and smiled

“Fuck him”

And with that he let himself fall

He didnt feel fear or panic

Just calm

And as the air rushed past his face he closed his eyes feelin at peace for what felt like the first time in forever.

It was a pity it couldn’t last long......

Meanwhile katsuki bakugou was exiting his alma mater.

He had his backpack slung over one shoulder and there was an itch in the back of his neck

Thats when he started hearing it

The angry rage-filled screaming

He looked around and then when he heard it again he looked up

And his already-pale face whitened further

It was...DEKU and he was screaming from the school roof

Katsuki suddenly remembered the words he’d said to the other boy just that day and guilt and dread gathered in the pit of his stomach

He tried to shout to izuku,tellin him not to be stupid, to come down

His eyes began to fog up as each of his attempts failed and before he could think of anything else to do,anyone else to call

Deku jumped

Katsuki lunged forward in a last attempt to save his...friend

But before he could even move a muscle

Deku lay on the ground,bloodied and broken...

And katsuki fell to his knees and cried

Hed never cried

Not once and never in public

But

This was different

This was HIS fault

“DEKU WAKE UP! WAKE UP YOU FUCKIN PIECE OF SHIT COME ON WAKE UPPPPP”

And when izuku didnt move

When he didnt make a sound

Katsuki gave up

Hed never given up NEVER

But

He just couldnt...

He lay his head on the broken boy’s chest and said his last words to him

“Im sorry...i-i need you deku”

And when still no answer came he died a little inside too.

please dont repost my work here as your own on any platform all rights belong to me except that of the characters used,their right belong to their respective owners.but these stories? mine.

feedback,likes,reblogs and comments are so very appreciated tbh :’)i hope you enjoyed and ill catch ya next time!

Comments & Reblogs w/ tags >>>>>>>>>>>likes please

[tobiasdrake]

Entering The Forlorn Temple.

Yeah, this place looks pretty forlorn alright. But I wouldn't necessarily say it's any more forlorn than the woods I was just in.

Oh, cool, the sun's coming out. It must be dawn.

I. Uh. I guess. That means I could have waited five minutes and not fought the Leaf Monster that only comes out during full moon nights. <.< Awkward.

There's probably a lesson in that about impulsivity but fuck if I'm gonna learn shit when I'm on a mission!

Wait wait wait, the Demon King destroyed our stronghold? We had a stronghold?

*think think think think think*

...what, Clockwork Castle? Or something else? Sorry, I was super invested in the Luana Fable and didn't pay much attention to any of the other key history lessons. As the goddess teaches, "I have better things to do with my life than pay attention to a boring-ass instructor."

No, for real, if it's Clockwork Castle, I am going to laugh so hard. You have no idea.

Because that already belonged to them in the first place.

You can't just say shit like that to a follower of Luana and expect a cautious response, my guy. What you have described is a pristine MBD (Mad Bitchin' Deed) just begging for a bold enough ninja to carry it out.

I am that ninja. I am the night. A shadow dancing around the edge of a moonbeam. A grasping hand around your back. A knife in a locked storeroom. I am.....

...wait, I think I said that wrong. Can I have a do-over?

This is it. "Oh, Ninja, you're too much of a wimp to make this jump" FUCKING WATCH ME

...what?

That's. That's not supposed to happen. I was supposed to soar like an eagle and look awesome doing it. I don't understand.

Is someone coming to let me out so that I can try again?

...

Does impulsiveness have consequences?

HOLY FUCK WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU

I mean. Hi? You look like a very nice... uh... tadpole?

That sounds horrifying. I'm sorry that you were born some sort of eldritch embodiment of terror.

Yeah, that's pretty understandable. I was. Um. Pushed. By someone very large. No idea who. He just came along and shoved me. It was super rude.

............

HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA ALL OF THE SHARDS ARE MINE HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA

Bestie, you're gonna be sad you missed out on this!

...

Oh. I made myself lonely.

There we go. HEY BESTIE HOW'S THINGS?

Yeah, we're down here right now. On purpose. I did this super cool triple backflip quarter axle maneuver into a swan dive and shot straight down this huge pit. It was the best. Sorry you missed it.

How are things? Did you know I just fought a Leaf Monster? It was so cool. Didn't even touch me once. He was like "HAHA Razor Leaves!" and I was like "This ain't fuckin' Pokemon asshole SCHWAZING".

I was amazing.

._. Please validate me fighting a Leaf Monster because it was very scary and you are my only friend. Apart from the shopkeep who I might not be allowed to associate with.

Purple wizard? Purple wizard! Some sort of necromancer, I guess! Maybe Roro? I remember reading about a necromancer named Roro. I think she was a close, personal friend of Luana's.

Let's see. If that is Roro, then I believe the phrase to identify me as a friend to her is... Right! Ahem.

"HEEEEEEY BESTIE!!!"

Aaaaaaaaand undead horrors. Well, that's rude. Must not have heard me.

HEY! BESTIE! WAIT U--

Okay, in my defense, that time was an accident. But it is nice to see you again, all the same.

Please don't be jealous that I was calling the necromancer "Bestie". For you, it's a term of endearment because we're besties, but for her, it's a code phrase. It's supposed to make her realize that we're friends and stop trying to kill me.

Well, I was getting to that. But then I saw these cool catacombs and decided of my own volition, mind you that I would come check them out. It's like a side quest. Sometimes you're strolling along and you see this whole-ass dungeon and you're like, "There. I'm gonna go there."

So, yeah. Now I'm here. And I'm gonna finish out this deliberate sidequest and see if I get any cool rewards for it. How's life for you?

[mangalover4321]

While finishing up Requiem of a Redemption, I wanted to share some of the music I listen to while writing and what songs I think definitely reflects back on Shinjurou and the entire story. So here is the first part of my list of songs!

First up!

Za Za by Biv

This one has had the biggest impact on my writing and story. It is the song that I have connected with Shinjurou. Especially these lyrics right here:

Your voice is all I see too, the love I couldn't feed you I shouldn't try to teach you, all I wanted was to reach you Hold you till the sun up and turn the fuckin world off It's just us, just rip apart my flaws, love You never should of hurt, just because I'm so fucked up This is all that I deserve

It is just absolutely heartbreaking and related to Shinjurou as a person.

The War II by heylog

Fantastic song from heylog! They are one of my favorite musicians and I can not stop but praise their music! Everything is so amazing and it was hard to pick just one song from their entire career but the War II is definitely the most influential one on Requiem of a Redemption. Here are my favorite lyrics:

i'll fight till death if it keeps u safe i'll kill them all just to make sure ur okay they charge at me, hold my ground, be brave i lost my mind and there's nothing that remains

Tutorial on How to Smile by JAXXON D. SILVA featuring Haydn and GRXGVR

Honestly, I really just love the beat in this song, keeping the pace throughout it the same. My favorite part of the songs:

I'm only happy doing something that I'd die for Is there any tutorial on how to smile more, oh yeah

Hospital Beds Part II by Ethel Cain

Again, this song reminds of Shinjurou dealing with the fact that Ruka was actively dying and he could not do anything about it. He's already lost so much and with this, it really is the breaking point. My favorite part of the song:

I’ve been broken before But this time I’ve lost my life Cause every time I held yours You made me wanna keep mine

Ethel Cain just has an absolutely beautiful voice and you can feel the heartbreak in her vocals throughout the song.

Kill Me by XXXTentacion

Just...dear God, these lyrics are something else. Again, this song pulls at Shinjurou's PTSD and depression eventually descent in alcoholism. The most impactful lyrics from the song:

Kill me now, numb the pain, I just want it to stop Run away, run away from my broken heart

Sleepseason by slen featurin Idstayawaytoo

Sleepseason is one of my all-time favorite songs and not just because of the impact it had on Requiem of a Redemption. Just understanding the feeling of wanting to be better, again and again, and struggling to do it (which again relates to Shinjurou). My favorite lyrics from the song:

I'm sorry I apologize- 'pologize If I hurt you with my lies- with my lies I'm trying to be better now- better now I'ma get it right this time- right this time

Star Shopping by Lil Peep

Absolutely beautiful. This song always gets to me and I can not say it enough: this song is so influential. It doesn't matter how it relates to the story by the overall tone and musical composition in the song is something else. My favorite lyrics from the song:

Look at the sky tonight, all of the stars have a reason A reason to shine, a reason like mine and I'm fallin' to pieces Look at the sky tonight, all of those stars have a reason

The Devil Told Me I'm Not Alone by Gemini Aaliyah

A heartbreakingly beautiful song from Gemini Aaliyah. Great for helping to write some difficult scenes.

ITIIITIATIIHYLIHYL by Blackshape

This is a very unique song and I found it by accident! This is one of my favorite songs to listen to when writing fighting scenes. My favorite part of the very short lyrics:

If this is all there is I hope you live

Swan Dive by Convolk

Great song by convolk! This song is tied with another Convolk song, Anxiety, which I will include in my next post.

My favorite lyric in the song:

Why can't I seem to let you in Never really loved the man I been Never really kept my word but I'll run away Things caged and kept from you

Part two of my list will be posted song as well!

[sincelastsession]

FUCK MY NEIGHBORS

They turned over all my planters now and I have NO PROOF but NOBODY else that lives here would do that. They know I have spoken to the SWAT sheriff twice now and he believes me and is on my side and all but the fuckin office will not listen to his expert advice to put a safety camera up at the pool area and he doesn't think I should have to put cameras up. Like there was a literal drug dealer that lived there before and was WAYYYYY quieter and chill and kind. My neighbor Darlene also a black woman with her one child has described these people as "ratchet" and told me they could not be reasoned with and want me to confront them and will likely keep bothering me tillthey get caught or I move out. I haven't checked my car but I fear they have fucked with it too. There's no cameras ANYWHERE on the premises. They want me to get a camera. I do not have it in my budget to get a cheap camera to put it up to deter people that should know what courtesy is as it isn't a fucking hard concept to understand.

I'm having fucking heart issues and a ptsd flare and autistc burnout from hell and god fuckin knows what else and now I can't fuckin sleep because ppl gotta be all in my fuckin plants to get back at me and FOR WHAT.

The pool was pristine and empty and they could have gone swimming despite the notes we all got. But no they chose to wreck my shit.

I do not give a damn if the pool is packed like a tin can and people swan dive off the balcony as long as they keep it down because I live here along with 20 other apartments with residents in just this area.

I don't know why they think it's just me calling because my neighbors do too.

This is fucking bullshit.

I do not need this stress.

I want to be financially independent but right now I NEED my parents to move me.

Fuck I mean I even told them i'd stay in a studio with essentials for a while if they could pay for storage but every safe area studio starts at 800-900 and I can't swing that by myself either.

I do know one person looking for a good roommate to live with and im going to ask my parents about a 2br 2bath place and let her just pay less rent to give em a break. Idfk what else to do. Maybe they will agree and she will be thrilled to move in. I dunno tho because she has her kids on the weekends but i know she's not terrible.

It's almost impossible to speak with my dad. He was an embarrassing ass coming over here and i told him not to touch the plant massacre and he moved shit before the officer could take goddamn pictures.

Then as I'm done sweeping up while the officer stood there because I was terrified feeling like as soon as he walked to go back home and my dad left the fucking neighbors were screaming laughing at "that white bitch sweeping up all the dirt was so funny"

I was super upset and Travis is like "Yeah you need to move" and everyone is like "yeah you should move" and ive been calling places and literally every place even the ghetto is "too expensive" and I have offered to try and put money towards various things if it will help me move faster.

I do not have another adult to cosign a lease with and being on SSI I can't sign a lease myself currently and if I could get a housing voucher the areas they are in aren't any safer and they do not allow animals no exceptions.

I don't have an appointment with you for next week. This is VERY DISTRESSING. I need to maybe have a check in if you have the time to call briefly. I don't know what to do and I don't know if im handling any of this well and im scared to leave my apartment now.

Like I do not care if it was just planters. It has been TWICE now.

I'm not crazy and they are doing shit to fuck with my head and damaging my property and because I have no camera money they are getting away with it. Plus there is nowhere to mount the damn cameras. I cannot run a cord or mount without like a professional install.

Fuck this.

I just want to live in peace and heal and have a life without worrying if i'm going to wake up to more shit broken or worse.

I legitimately almost had to go to the fucking hospital b/c my bpm was tachycardia when I checked it with my EKG tool. Had to CHEW my anxiety med and resist barfing to get it to kick in faster.

I'm sweating like hell from stress. I keep being unable to speak at times. I am getting MORE fight or flight urges and the coping mechanisms aren't doing shit currently.

I can smell someone smoking cigarettes outside my apartment but I am too scared to open my door and look.

No just fucking NO NOPE I FUCKING CANNOT THIS IS NOT OK. I go through enough already.

[rhymingtree]

Me realizing I'm a month late to these updates:

Anyways I'm here now :) Let's see if I can finish a whole chapter in one sitting (I probably won't but shhh)

Also I'm going to ake it a Christmas season tradition to and react to a chapter while sitting in a public place so I can risk crying to the tune of Mariah Carey.

I almost forgot how I do this, it's been so long 😭

Also I am ashamed to admit that I cant remember what happened in ch97 and I am too lazy to go back and read it

And Raffa was coordinating with other medics on the Alliance, just in case things went south. Which, knowing your track record, would happen more likely than not.

How many medics do they have at this point

How south can they go that they need more than Raffa

I forgot what was supposed to be happening where the fuck are they

And, if you succeeded, there was a high chance that you’d still manage to lose everything you’d fought for. You’d lose him.

Let's not jump to conclusions like that while I'm sitting in a public area, I might get thrown out of here for disturbing the peace or some shit

The dog tags the fucking dog tags

oh speakof the god damn devil

Mariah Carey's here

fUck

He hummed a low laugh, coming to a stop before sitting beside you, “I didn’t say anything.” “You didn’t have to.” You smirked, dropping your gaze to the ground, “You have a look.” “Very funny.” 

I love them and their little moments.

I really missed Duke holy shit

I've been gone a month and I almost forgot how much these shitheads kept me sane.

But there was so much more to life than just surviving.

You didn’t have time for it. Maybe you would eventually but that wasn’t an option. Not yet.

Little bits of poetry within the prose that I just love

I know it isn't technically poetry but it feels like it. The kind that people read in books and highlight and write down in notebooks, and post on tiktok. The kind that just really hit good in audiobook form, when you hear it and it just makes you freeze.

Ok where the fuck were we

All you had to do was stay on your feet long enough to do it.

Bitch you've been on your feet since the year started. It's fucking november. At this point your feet are gonna quit your body and run away from you, sue you for labor abuse or some shit.

See now I don't remember what they're meant to be doing but I remember being really excited about it when I finished reading 97.

"New York has been briefed, he’ll catch the others up to speed."

Can I be briefed too... it's been a month you guys I'm so lost

It had been twenty-four hours since you’d reared your head in the city. Twenty-four hours since you’d made your final appearance as the villain in Ollie’s story. Twenty-four hours since Ollie found you.

This is begging for a Hamilton joke

Hehe she's the Aaron Burr to his Hamilton

Is the world wide enough for both Wraith and Ghost

ok I'll stop

What the shit is nitramene

Dude I just finished doing chemistry homework my brain can't handle stuff like this

Ok I just googled what it is. Ok. I gets it now.

“It’s just like hotwiring a car.” “Except this one explodes if you do it wrong.” “It’ll be fine.”

I love my reckless babies

— “Let’s get you outta here, girlie.” —

ooooh careful now

I'm in public. If I get bamboozled again and throw this laptop out the fucking window...

Fucking christmas songs ruining my moment

“Checking in on you,” he said simply, folding his hands in his lap with a small smile, “Before we both descend into hell.”

“Aw, we’re already there, Johnson,” you hummed, “We swan-dived in a long time ago.”

“Then where we headed?”

“Dunno.”

He chuckled, his smile tired and his voice gruff, “At least we’re in it together, right?”

You paused, looking over him for a moment before you nodded slowly, “Together.”

Damnit

DAMN FUCKIN FLASHBACKS EVERYWHERE

Ohhhh tension i likey

I also don't want Ghost to keep him alive if that's any comfort to her :>

LAST CHRISTMAS BY WHAM IS PLAYING AND I DON'T KNOW WHY BUT IT IS DRIVING ME INSANE

“Make him go quiet.”

That's my mark. I'm gonna go have a dinner break and then dive back in.

I'm stressed

Also stride for stride would be a great song title for when Ghost and Ollie's main themes merge together.

Dinner break turned into I went home and took a shower break but am back now 😀 And I dont have to get embarassed by my zoomies anymore

“Blast radius 500 feet but, in Hydra's hands, who knows how they could modify it.” And it would be glorious.

The fact that this thought is coming from the one who doesn'thave stories of blowing up chem labs in high school is jarring to me.

Maybe Ollie is just that goth kid from Toy Story that experimented with his toys and he's just really fucking sadistic.

But, if he couldn’t use them against her, then he’d use her precious Avengers. Her friends. Her…Soldier Boy.

Oh thank fuck I went home before I read this part. I'm literally vibrating in my seat.

BUCKYYYY I MISSED YOUUUU

This was the last time they were going to go after her before Walsh took control of the entire situation. This was his last chance to bring her in. His last chance to bring her home. And he was going to do it. Even if it meant that he had to put down Wraith himself. And even if it meant he had to fight off Walsh and Aftermath and Stark and the Avengers. (F/N) was coming home with him.

You forget, Bucky, that Darke has the reins

And I have no fuckin' idea what this woman's got planned for you

Is it gonna be a happy ending? Dunno. But is it gonna be entertaining? Fuck yeah.

I love it when Steve and Bucky are angry

My hormones are raging again

Cuffs? And not the fun kind!?

>:(

Oh, Peter...

If (F/N) really was the bad guy, why was she trying to protect him? Did she really just like him that much?

Is it just me or have I been watching a bunch of these guys miss the clues for a whole year?

“Mr. Stark, listen.” “No,”

As genuinely sad and frustrating this is, I laughed. I'm sorry, Pete

Is literally no one going to ask why Peter is practically limping!?

HELLO

CHILD INJURED

I get that everyone's busy but HELLOOOO

OLIVER

NO

WHAT

WHA—

NO

ay susmaryosep lord save my soul

Not to mention, you didn’t have an earpiece. For the first time in a long time, you didn’t have any voices in your ears. Or your head. It left you in silence. Alone.

Is it weird that I miss Jekyll and Hyde

their back and forths were so much fun

oooh cinematic red lights how fun

OHHHH TIME FOR THE FUN STUFF

THEY GONNA TUSSLE

Clint was well aware of what your plan was and he had no intention of getting in your way. But he couldn’t let Natasha know that. You couldn’t let Natasha know.

I just know these guys would be amazing at planning surprise birthday parties.

Romanoff was practically on top of you by the time you got your bearings.

I want her to be on top of me for real

“Cuffs? Really?” you hummed, holding her fist steadily in your hand before you reached up to snap the Widow’s Bite from her wrist, “That’s pretty kinky, Romanoff.”

If only that was what they were there for

god that would be a very different night... a really good night

I really am just so glad I'm not reacting to this in a public area anymore... my thoughts are everywhere they shouldn't be

I love Clint being a team player

“C’mon, Toucan-Sam. Where are—Fuck!” — “No, no, no. I’m not just any bird, I am the Falcon!” he exclaimed as you began helping him unstrap from his harness. — — “Whatever you say, Toucan-Sam.” —

Ah, the good old days

Oh, I'm loving the back-to-back fights, and how emotionally charged everyone is

I love how theyre all asking her to come quietly

Bucky would have her coming, but it definitely won't be quiet

But, in the chaos, he found a source of calm.

I'll call Oliver whatever I like (i.e., a piece of shit rat-faced dweeb) but the man is poetic. His inner monologues are honestly amazing.

This isn't even the best example it's just the most recent one. Whenever I stumble on one of these gems in his POVs I just go damn. My english teacher would love that.

Damn... that fight was... woah

Darke... that fight was amazing 😭

I wanna see that on-screen so fucking bad

How do you go from like the most enthralling dramatic fight scene to Peter just panicking his way through the night

(F/N) had him pinned to the floor, the two of them had stopped what they were doing the instant he’d arrived. “Am I interrupting something?”

I told myself I wouldn't let my thoughts go there with these two but PETER JUST HAD TO SAY SOMETHING

I mean if you looked at it one way or another, you could almost call their verbal back-and-forth flirtatious

Before he knew what was happening, (F/N) shifted her grip on him and the next thing he knew, Peter had been flung through a window and back out into the night.

What is it with Ollie and Ghost, and throwing people out of windows? First Bucky in Hong Kong, now Peter...

Oh no

“Run away with me.”

YOU SAID THIS WOULDN'T MAKE ME CRY

“You and me. Together. We could go anywhere. Everywhere.”

DARKE

And then a cold band of metal around your wrist kept you out of it.

This is hurt.

Ow.

No.

Don't.

Why am I pleading there are already two chapters after this

I can't with you

“Yeah.” Steve agreed but he made no move to hand her over, “But you're not with Aftermath. Are you?”

WOAH

WOAHWOAHWOAHWOAHWOAH

WOAH

WHAT

WHAT

DARKE

WHAT

WAIT

IS THIS THE RIGHT TIME TO HYPERVENTIALE AM I GETTING AHEAD OF MYSELF WHAT'S HAPPENING

WHAT

WHAT

“I’m not giving her to you because you’re not with Aftermath,” Steve said, shifting his gaze from (F/N) to Walsh, “Are you, Wraith?”

STOP IT RIGHT FUCKING NOW

oh wait you just did that was the last line

NO

WHAT

DARKE

DARKE WHAT THE FUCK

I

THE COFFE QAO A MISTAKE IT WAS A MITAKE

i need to go to bed

i cant go to bed after that what in the shit

CHAPTER 98: SCORCHED EARTH

To all my live reactors,

Please, please, please, hide your reactions under a Read More cut. I don’t want any spoilers floating around. 

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To all my Anonymous Avengers, 

If you want to react in my asks, feel free. However, I won’t be answering any of them until at least Wednesday if they contain spoilers. 

Thank you,

Darke

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“I think I’d rather just kill you.”

“Then?”

“Kill them.” He nodded to the door, “Pave the way for Hydra to rise again.”

“And Barnes?”

“They broke him once. They can do it again,” he said lowly, a snarl itching at the back of his throat, “Then again, he broke you once too. Maybe you will survive through the night. You’ll be right at home with the Doctor once again.”

“You know, it’s funny,” (F/N) scoffed, “He and I were talking…”

He blinked, the smile on his face dropping instantly, “What? What did you just say?”

“He came to me in Warsaw,” she said as a smile twisted to her face, “He had a job for me. Said he wants you dead.”

“Did he?” he asked through gritted teeth, “And you took it?”

“I didn’t say I did—”

“Why didn’t you kill him?”

“I—”

A manic chuckle echoed through the building as he ran his fingers through his hair in disbelief, “You couldn’t do it, could you? What was it? Curiosity? Stupidity?”

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[tmntxreader-fics]

TMNT Raphael x Reader: Deadlock

Summary: After another argument with his brother, Raphael wanders the rooftops of New York city in attempt to cool off. Except, he’s drunk and falls off the roof, onto your balcony and rolls straight into your room. Chaotic murder attempts and an accidental hostage situation ensues. 

Request: I. Wanted. Chaotic. Rom Com. Energy

WARNING: So, so, so much swearing, (I’m aussie, it get’s creative.) Alcohol (Raph is over 18), violence and chaos. 

A long string of profanities spilt from his mouth, followed by a strained groan. The glass beneath his shoulder pinched the skin, not quite enough to pierce it but enough to hurt. 

“Fuck,” the word was long, falling off his tongue clumsily. He couldn’t believe it, it was the first time this had happened. Sure, he was drunk and sure, he had thrown every inch of force into the movement- but still. There was no way.

In his defence, Raph had thought that he was jumping across, not swan diving down onto the balcony below. Blinking hard, he forced himself to open his eyes to try evaluate exactly how deep into shit he was.

Pretty fuckin’ deep.

He had rolled straight through this person’s door- it would explain the glass sticking his ass mercilessly.

In fact, as he appraised the bed beside his head and the scattered clothes he laid on, he had tumbled into their room.

“Shiiiit,” was the next word he had chosen. A wise and relevant selection, if he did say so himself.

He needed to go. In fact, he had needed to be gone already.

The chances that the tenant was home were sky high and if he was spotted it wouldn’t just be hours in the Hashi. It’d be days. The boozed terrapin tried to roll onto his side, groaning at his creaking joints.

He was going to be in the hurt locker when he sobered up.

On all fours, he paused in an attempt to catch his breath. He had no idea where he was. All he knew was that the nearest sewer was his best shot at getting home. If he couldn’t make it back tonight, at least he’d be safe underground until the alcohol was out of his system. 

The floorboards creaked and Raph froze. 

“What...” 

His heart stopped in his chest as his eyes shot upward. The human blinked back at him, armed with only a frying pan and pure, unbridled terror. 

He was so fucked. 

_________

The creature stared at you with wide eyes from it’s position on the ground. 

“Oh, fuck.” You gasped, stepping back. “Oh fuck no.” 

It cringed and your heart stopped as you basically fell into the wall behind you. Tracking your movements carefully, there was a low throaty hiss from the thing. 

“Fuck is right,” the creature rolled it’s eyes, hanging their head dramatically. 

Your jaw dropped. Did it just speak? 

You couldn’t breathe, what was happening? One minute you had been pouring yourself a drink and the next you heard your entire bedroom cave in. You had thought it was a bomb-  it was much worse. 

While they were focused on the ground, you took a second to take in your room. It was absolutely trashed. Glass door smashed, clothes torn, curtains ripped off and nightmare fuel on your bedroom floor. 

Your hand shot out to flick the light switch, chest heaving rapidly. Bright yellow wash flooded the room and there was a loud groan from the creature. 

“Jesus fuck-” 

You raised your pan in self-defence, lips trembling as the creature glared at you. 

“It’s too fuckin’ bright,” it snapped, gritting it’s teeth.

“You’re in my room,” you breathed, trying to log the events. There was no way to process this calmly and you could feel your chest seizing. 

“No shit,” was the angry response. “Put that thing away before you hurt yourself, Short-Ass.” 

It jerked it’s chin towards the pan raised above your shoulder and you only tightened your grip. This was your only defence against it, whatever it was. Although it was wide, at least it wasn’t tall. You could reach it’s head if you felt so inclined, and you most definitely did. Ironic of it to call you short. 

Your feet were glued to the floor as the creature scoffed at your stubbornness. It let out a growl of frustration as it swiped the glass off of it’s palms. 

“Can’t believe this happened,” it muttered. You ignored it’s ramblings, raking your eyes across it’s figure over and over again. What the fuck is it? 

“What are you?” You mustered the courage to shakily ask. Instantly, you regret drawing attention to yourself when it’s gaze snaps to yours. With a cruel twist of it’s lips, your stomach squeezed violently. 

“Take a wild guess, genius,” it snarked. You physically recoiled at the tone and it turned it’s eyes downward. “Fuck, kid. The shell doesn’t give it away?” 

Shell. When you realized, your face slackened in disbelief. 

“A... turtle?” Your voice wavered. 

“Wow,” was the muttered deadpan response. “Landed in Einstein's house!” 

You ignored it- him, you hesitantly decided. From the voice, to the size and then the sheer arrogance, you’d guessed it was most definitely male. 

The turtle began to shift in his position, leaning back on it’s... knees? Hind legs? Whatever they were, he had gotten significantly taller.

“Don’t fucking move!” You blurted, pointing the end of the frying pan towards him. “I will use this thing.” 

The blank stare you received immediately had embarrassment rising to your cheeks. He was right, there was not much a medium sized cooking tool could do for you here. But there was no other real alternative and it was the best you could do. 

"Yeah," he drawled. "Nice."

"It's the best I have, you little fuck!"

The turtle rolled his eyes, "hey, I didn't say anything."

He moved again, this time propping up a foot shakily. Your heart dropped when you realised.

He was on his hands and knees.

And he was about to stand up.

"No, no, no, don't fucking move," you rambled, heart pounding wildly in your chest. He raised his brow ridges again.

"We've been over this, kid. You ain't gonna do shit-"

Before you could stop yourself you had launched at him, pan raised in a batter's swing. There was a sound of suprise from the terrapin, before he raised a hand to his head.

The pan rebounded off of his thick forearm and he grunted. Swatting lazily at you, the turtle reached for your only defence.

"Stop, you fucking-" he snatched at the pan again, swaying unsteadily. "You're fuckin' crazy!"

To your horror, his fingers wrapped around you. They enveloped your entire forearm, yanking you towards him with an angry growl. The pan clattered to the floor beside you as you were forced to face him head on. His emerald glare pinned you to your place and he was close enough that you could literally taste the alcohol on his breath.

"You move again," offering the beginning of a threat, his voice was a low snarl. The creature pulled in, nudging his nose against yours. "And I will fuckin' eat you, kid."

Your heart stalled in your chest, frozen beneath his steady gaze. You couldn't breathe as terror gripped your throat tightly. This is where you would die. In your room, alone, with a fucking Turtle.

"And crazies are my favourite flavour," he grinned, making a show of running his long tongue over sharp canines.

You trembled in his tight grip, unable to look away from your death- and it was staring right back.

"You got it?" His mouth was twisted into a cruel smirk, "If you don't, I'll make it simpler for you, human."

You shook your head at the underlying threat, "I understand."

Your voice was a shaking whisper, thick with the tears building behind your eyes. The amusement dropped from his expression as the first droplet spilled over your lashes.

"Hey," his voice was softer now and his hands were off you entirely. "I was only kiddin', kid."

You barely heard him as you fell backwards, stumbling over your own feet in an attempt to pull away. He watched you make no distance, something darker pooling within his eyes.

You were still, propped onto your elbows as you trembled beneath him. "Don't..." your words were pleading but barely audible. "Please."

He cast his gaze away from you, "I know. Big, scary, monster. I'll be out of ya hair soon."

The red clad turtle leaned forward and you flattened yourself to gain some semblance of space. To your relief he was only trying to find his feet.

But he was close. And you had fallen next to the pan.

While he shakily prepared himself to stand, you shot your hand to the weapon beside your head. You swung before he could realize you had even moved.

The rebound hurt your hand more than you thought it would, the handle vibrating its way through your fingers and onto the floor. The turtle made no noise, nothing to indicate he had even felt it.

At first you thought you had made a grave mistake, he was solid- maybe he was bulletproof. What the fuck was a cast iron pan supposed to do against him?

But as he suddenly rocked forward, you realised too late that he was unconscious.

And you were directly beneath him.

The breath was crushed from your body as, what felt like a bus, slumped on top of you. The cry that ripped from your throat was gurgled and you wheezed under the weight.

His face was downturned into the crook of your neck and you realised that should he wake up, those fangs were perfectly aligned with your throat.

You shuddered at the thought, a cold sweat dripping down your spine.

Inch by inch, you worked your way out from beneath his hard body. Writhing to free yourself wouldn't leave you with much time to subdue him before he woke up.

You were going to need a lot of rope.

And some fucking vodka.

[inkedmyths]

S1 Ep1: Pilot

Why the fuck is it so dark

Ok so thats. Them. As little guys. Ok.

Is the mom about to get murdered by something spooky

Oh shes on the ceiling

Oh shes on fucking fire.

We're starting off strong I see

I knew there was a lady on fire on the ceiling some point but I didn't realize it was first thing

Whats that haircut

Ok so some lovev interest that I assume gets murdered at some point

Is that a spooky or is that the other brother being weird

Yeah that's the other guy

LMAO hes just like fuck off

Ok ok so establishing what their deal is off the bat. Dad got fucked up and weird after mom died, gave his kid a gun, yadda yadda

Ok so this like up to date in 2005

Spooky voicemail

They haven't spoken in 2 years dhdgsg?? Real buddy buddy huh

Ah some guy about to get murdered yeah? AHA CLASSIC spooky ghost bitch

Spooky ghost bitch seducing car guy to murder him?

This guy's the most like. Classic idiot horror movie guy

Heehoo get bats

Oh shes in the back! Classic!

WOAH BLOOD

CREDIT CARD FRAUD? Thats so fuckin funny

Shut up Sam and enjoy the music

Oh yeah thats the special car right

Are those fake FBI cards lmao??

HDGDGSG THEY'RE WACKING EACH OTHER LMAO ok big sibling energy I'll give them that

Are they just? Wow they're ballsy

Ohhh there it is. The local legend. Classic classic

"Took the swan dive" NO respect wow

"Well that's healthy" Dean I suspect that is real rich coming from you

Oh there she is

OH SHIT SHES STEALING THE CAR LMAO SHES JUST "Run these bitches over in their car I must"

Djdhdh Dean is looking like a drowned mole

"Jerk" "Bitch" mood

So is one of them gonna get attacked

LMAO THE POLICE ARE AFTER THEM are these guys stupid. I think they're stupid

MY BOOBS???

Ah they think they're murderers which is. Fair given the context. I mean ghosts aren't like standard knowledge

These people know such subtlety

Ok I either feel bad for this poor guy or he murdered her. Dunno which.

Why's he going on about this story

Ohhhhh oh I see

I still feel bad for him bc like yeah being unfaithful is terrible but to lose your wife and kids.......

THEY LEFT HIM WITH A PAPERCLIP? IS THAT ALLOWED

OH SHIT LADY that scared the shit out of me

Buster ur goin to her home whether u like it or not. So the question is are you faithful to that girl of yours

Oh jesus christ

HDHDGSGSGS DRIVING THE CAR RIGHT INTO THE HOUSE??? OKAY

Oh right in the dicks

Yeah ur two kids bitch

Well that was gruesome

LMAO YEAH HE WAS SHOOTING AT THE GHOST

Ah yep the car

Okay off to Colorado. Except Sam's going back for school reasons? Or somethin. Later guy

Also doesn't Sam have like a bigass claw mark on his chest

Oh is she cheating on him that would be a twist

WAIT OH SHIT SHES ON THE CEILING NOW

I see I see some kind of. Targeted thing. A cycle? Same culprit probably.

And off they fuckin go I guess

[helliontherapscallion]

(Y/n) and the Terrible, Horrible, No Good, Very Bad Week: Thursday (Part 1)

Monday     Tuesday     Wednesday     Thursday (Part 2)     Friday     Saturday     Sunday

Spotify Playlist (collaborative)

Warnings: swearing, homophobia (f slurs and d slur), panic attacks, toxic friends, mentions of attempted suicide/getting told to kill yourself

Word count: 6,377

(A/N): ok, so I definitely got carried away with this, so I had to split Thursday into two parts. If I kept it in one part, it’d probs be like 10k-11k words long lmao

You woke up feeling strangely more refreshed than usual. Glancing at your clock, you saw that you actually woke up about thirty minutes before your alarm went off. You got a whopping twelve hours of sleep, a stark contrast from your recent sleep schedule consisting of no more than four hours a night. You felt like you could rule the world with how much energy you had. Sure, you felt anxiety pooling in your stomach like you usually did and you had a terrible dream about Haley rejecting you and getting completely outed to the entire school, but that did not stop you from throwing your covers off your bed and walking down the hall to the kitchen with the most confidence you’ve had since starting high school.

When you got to the kitchen, you saw a dead looking Uncle Schlatt slumped at the table chugging coffee and a chipper Philza trying to make conversation. Usually, you would’ve joined Schlatt in being dead inside, but today was different. You were filled to the brim with energy that you haven’t had in years. As you walked through the door, their heads turned towards you.

“Mornin Dad, mornin Uncle Schlatt!”

Your uncle merely grunted before going back to guzzling down his coffee. Your dad smiled at you, “well, looks like someone’s well rested.”

“Yeah, I got like twelve hours of sleep last night.”

“Glad to hear it, hun. You really needed it.”

“Glad to hear someone’s feeling well rested,” your uncle grumbled into his coffee. 

“Schlatt, don’t be such a downer all the time,” Philza rolled his eyes at your uncle. 

“Fuck you Phil, I’m a ball of fuckin sunshine. Ain’t that right, sweetheart?” 

“Yeah, Dad, I don’t know what you’re talkin about. Uncle Schlatt’s the heart and soul of this house. Even if he doesn’t live here.”

Schlatt gave a booming laugh, “suck it Phil. And that, (y/n), is why you’re my favorite niece.”

“At least I’m someone’s- wait. I’m your only niece.”

“Still my favorite niece!”

You grinned happily, that was better than nothing. “Love ya, Uncle Schlatt!”

Your uncle’s cocky grin turned more sincere and he diverted his full attention to you, “love ya too, kid.”

“Love each other quieter, you woke me up.” Wilbur’s tired voice complained as he walked into the room and slumped into his chair next to Schlatt. Schlatt clapped a hand onto his shoulder and rustled his hair.

“My man! How’s Sally, huh?”

Wilbur flushed red and started sputtering as Philza turned his confused gaze to his son. “Who’s Sally, Wilbur?”

You couldn’t leave your brother high and dry when he accepted you for being yourself so readily yesterday, so you quickly jumped in for him. “Sally’s just one of his friends at school. They’re job shadowing together for their project. Right, Wilbur?” You turned towards the flustered man with a somewhat forced smile and raised eyebrows. He looked at you with immense relief and nodded vigorously, his hair flopping onto his forehead. 

“Yes! We’re planning on job shadowing our band director, he said that it’d be a good idea if we want to major in music.” 

“Oh, why didn’t you tell me about her before! You should invite her over for dinner, I’d love to meet her!” Oh, your dad did not buy your terrible excuse for Wilbur, that man is like a bloodhound when it comes to sniffing out lies. Poor, poor Wilbur. 

Despite the blush remaining on his cheeks, Wilbur seemed to think that Philza actually bought his weak excuse. “I’ll invite her over soon. Does Friday night next week work?”

Philza grinned cheekily, “yes! I can’t believe you haven’t brought her over sooner if you’re close enough to job shadow with her!”

At this point, Schlatt’s face was cherry red with his almost failed attempt to hold in his laughter. “I’m not missin this. Me an’ Tubbs are comin over next Friday.” 

Wilbur still hasn’t noticed that they hadn’t bought it, you thought he was more perceptive than that. Eventually, Philza started to make breakfast and conversation lulled into a comfortable silence as everybody waited for Techno, Tommy, and Tubbo. Deciding to pull out your phone, you scrolled through your notifi- wait. Why did you have forty-two messages from Adrian and Sammy? Why did they make a groupchat with everyone except Annie? Furrowing your brows in confusion, you opened the group chat. What you read made your breathing catch in your chest and your skin blanch, it wasn’t a dream. Everything was real.

Sammy <3

(y/n) you fucking pervert

How could you do this to us????

Adrian <3

We’ve given you everything and yet you’re still a disgusting person. 

Fucking faggot

We thought we could fix you, but you’re broken

You’re always going to be

Sammy <3

And now, you’re gonna go to hell with all the other dykes and fairies.

It’ll probably be heaven for you, surrounded by perverts like yourself

You’re staying far away from Annie

Adrian <3

You’ve put her through so much shit and now this

We swear to god if you talk to her again we’re gonna make you wish you would’ve gone through with killing yourself freshman year

We’re leaking the pictures slut

You felt your anxiety melt away into betrayal. So they were yours and Haley’s stalkers? How dare they try to leak Haley’s pictures. They could leak yours, you didn’t give a shit if yours were leaked. You could learn to live with it, you always did after all the shit you put yourself through throughout the years, but Haley’s? She didn’t do anything. Even if her rejection was painful, you still deeply cared for her. She didn’t deserve that. You, however, did for not being normal. For making people around you uncomfortable with your presence. 

(Y/n)

That was you guys?????

Why the fuck would you do that

I trusted you 

All of you

Sammy <3

We trusted you too dyke

But you’re a two-faced bitch

And to think we actually thought you were our friend

Were you only friends with Ann and I so you could get into our pants?

I’m disgusted

You’re a fucking pervert.

Adrian <3

We shouldn’t have talked you out of suicide freshman year

You fucking deserve it

Make Annie’s life easier and just swan dive off a roof

You’ll be doing everyone a favor

(Y/n)

Listen, I don’t care if you leak my pictures.

Just don’t leak Haley’s

She has no part in this

I’ll leave you guys alone if you delete Haley’s pictures

Hell, I’ll do anything for you if you could release them after the final volleyball match today

It’s Haley’s time to shine and she deserves the attention as team captain

She’s worked so hard to get there all of high school and leaking my nudes would take the attention away from her

Let her have her moment

Sammy <3

For once she has a point

She probably manipulated the poor girl

Who knows what the fag would’ve done to her if we didn’t expose her

Adrian <3

Fine, we’ll delete Haley’s pictures and we’ll wait until after the game

But we’re leaking yours

You deserve it for what you did to Annie and Haley

“Kid, are you okay? You’re kinda pale over there buddy.”

Looking up from your phone, you saw everybody’s eyes on you. They each looked concerned, but Wilbur even more so. He was the only one in the room at the moment that knew about your panic attacks. He stood up from his spot and walked over to you with long strides.

“She just remembered the homework in stats that we forgot about. Techno asked us in the group chat about it, we were just about to go and see if he could help us.” 

“But Wilbur, I thought you took statistics last year.”

“No, that was algebra two, I’m taking stats this year,” that was a lie, he was in pre-calculus this year. “C’mon (y/n), lets go finish that assignment.” 

He grabbed your shoulder and hauled you into a stand before grabbing your hand and practically dragging you up the stairs and into Techno’s room. Said pink-haired teenager looked up angrily. “What’d I say about kno- (y/n)?”

Wilbur closed the door and locked it behind him. He dragged you over to Techno’s bed and sat you down on the edge before kneeling down to look you in the eyes.

“(Y/n), can I touch you? Is that alright?”

After you shakily nodded, he grabbed your hand and placed it over his chest. “Breathe with me.” Like yesterday, you tried to copy his movements, but it wasn’t working. Your panic attack was just getting worse by the minute. Techno pushed Wilbur aside and took his place kneeling in front of you and grabbing your hand, rubbing his thumb over your knuckles.

“(Y/n), can you tell me five things you can see around the room?”

When you didn’t move your wide eyes away from Techno’s face, he frowned and gently squeezed your hand. “You can get through this. What’re five things you can see around the room?”

You reluctantly tore your eyes away from his face and peered around the room. You hadn’t noticed that your blurred vision had tunneled until you realized that you couldn’t see anything in your peripheral vision. Your unseeing eyes flicked around the room. 

You tried to swallow, but you couldn’t do anything through the lump in your throat. With a shaky voice, you gasped out “I-I can’t breathe. I-”

“Deep breath in through your nose and out through your mouth. Follow me.”

You tried to breathe with him, and you eventually got to the point where you could speak. Your eyes flicked around the room once again and slowly recognized your surroundings. 

“You… Wilbur… Desk… Window…”

“That’s good, just one more.”

Your eyes flicked around the room, “...Book.”

“Look back at me, you’re doing so good,” when you looked back at him, he had a small smile on his face. “Nice job. Now, four things you can feel. Can you do that for me?”

You shakily nodded and looked at your hands and around your surroundings. “Bed… Pants… You… Carpet.”

“Three things you can hear?”

“You… Birds… Breathing.”

“You’re almost there, I’m so proud of you. Two things you can smell?”

“Toast and… and burning?”

Despite his confusion about the sudden burning smell, he continued to smile at you. “Good, last one. One thing you can taste?”

You licked your lips before scrunching your nose slightly, “...snot.”

“Wilbur, can you go get her a few kleenexes and a glass of water?” Techno asked his brother without taking his eyes off you.

Wordlessly, he swiftly left the room. “Are you feeling better?”

You panted as you reached up to rub at your teary eyes, “yeah, how’d you know what to do?”

His smile turned slightly bashful, “I did some research last night. I’m glad I did, that was a bad panic attack. Can I- can I ask what caused it?”

You pulled out your phone and handed it to him, letting him scroll through the messages while you brought up your knees to your chest and rested your chin on your knees. You felt tired after that attack, however you had a little bit more energy than you usually did. Only a little bit more. It was probably because you slept for half the day and through the night yesterday. You watched your brother scroll through your texts with tired eyes. 

He was emotionless as he scrolled, making you somewhat scared about what his reaction would be. He probably hasn’t gotten to the whole “go kill yourself” or the stalking parts. Judging by his set jaw and labored breathing, he was pissed already and he didn’t even get to the bad parts yet.

In the middle of his scrolling, Wilbur came back with a box of tissues, a glass of water, and a plate of bacon, eggs, and toast. When you hardly moved to grab them, he sat on the bed beside you and handed you a tissue. After cleaning up, you took the glass of water and started to slowly sip at it. “Thanks, Wil.” 

He wrapped an arm around you and pulled you close to him. When he looked over Techno’s shoulder at your phone, you saw his eyebrows furrow. “Tech, what’s-”

He was interrupted as Techno shoved your phone into his hands and stood up to start pacing around his room. “Read it yourself.” He sounded more monotone than usual. He was absolutely furious.

You watched Wilbur’s face as he read through your messages. Unlike Technoblade, he looked furious. His eyes were set ablaze as his entire face turned an angry red. “(Y/n), what the absolute fuck? Why didn’t you tell us this was happening?”

Shrinking in on yourself and pulling your knees closer to your chest, you murmured out a small “sorry.” You saw him quickly turn his head to you as his face softened. He pulled you into a full hug.

“This isn’t your fault. None of it is, it’s all their fault,” he spat with disgust. “How’d they even get your nudes? Did you send them to anyone?”

You leaned your head against his shoulder, “that’s the thing, Wil. I’ve never taken nudes before. They took them through my window. I deserve it.”

You felt him freeze up and heard Techno pause his pacing to stomp over to you. He tore Wilbur’s arms off from you and held you out at arms length by your shoulders. He looked the most angry than you’ve ever seen him with his furious eyes burning into your own and his mouth set in a firm frown. It was terrifying to see him that angry.

“(Y/n), you don’t deserve a single fucking thing that’s happened to you. You were manipulated and gaslit by a group of self righteous assholes. You. Do. Not. Deserve. Anything. That. Happened. To. You. Do you understand me?” 

Despite your fears of him, you were determined to protect your friends. “But I do deserve it though. I was a bad friend to them. I tried so hard, but I couldn’t be a good friend to them when they were always helping me. I’m just not a good person in general. I deserve it for not being normal.”

“(Y/n)-”

“Technoblade, that’s enough.” Wilbur cut him off with a firm tone, putting a comforting hand on your arm.

“No it isn’t Wilbur. It’s not enough until she realizes how fucking toxic they are. What they’re doing is gaslighting. You’re in a psychology class, you should know what that is. Give me the definition of it. Now.”

“It’s when someone manipulates another person for their own personal gain… I’d know if I’m being gaslit, and I’m not. They’re just telling me the truth, they keep me in check. I could put more effort into my appearance and personality. I could stand to lose a couple of pounds.” “How do you not- ya know what? Listen. Just listen. That’s the definition of being gaslit. They’re constantly putting you down and making you self conscious about every. Little. Thing because they need to put someone down to fuel their own damaged egos and they laugh at you when you show that you’re hurt by their comments. That’s not a healthy friendship, (y/n). It’s toxic. 

“Real friends would never, and I mean never, do that to you. Real friends would never tell you that you looked like shit when you’re as beautiful as Aphrodite. Real friends would never out you to the entire school when you weren’t ready. Real friends would never tell you to lose weight because they wouldn’t care about what you look like. Real friends care about your well being and they look out for you. They love you for you.”

You fell silent as you contemplated his words. Were they really that toxic? You were planning on being a psychology major in college, so why didn’t you notice that they were actually always against you? You learned in your class that manipulative people are naturally cunning and sneaky, but you couldn’t help but feel stupid. You thought that they were helping you when they were clearly toxic. It was right under your nose and you didn’t even see the signs. What kind of psychology student were you if you couldn’t recognize the obvious signs of manipulation? 

On one hand, you were filled with betrayal. But on the other hand, you felt molten hot anger overwhelm and swirl around your entire body like a cyclone absolutely decimating everything in its path with its violent winds hurling in a blind rage anything and everything without a care of the outcome. You felt the burning hatred of a thousand suns rise up from deep within your being, filling you with a hatred that you didn’t know you were capable of. 

They fucked up your entire life, not you. They were the ones with the ugly personalities, not you. They were the ones that needed to improve themselves, not you. They were bad friends, not you. They laughed at the pain they brought upon you purposefully. They completely humiliated you. They betrayed your trust. They took pictures of you without your consent. They fucked up your relationship with Haley. They violated Haley. They fucking stole her dignity from her with those disgusting pictures they took of her. They were truly vile creatures undeserving of any mercy. Not that you were actually considering being merciful, that would be too good for them. They deserved everything you were going to throw at them. You were going to rise like a phoenix from the ashes of your past self. 

You felt yourself practically vibrate with fury as you held Technoblade’s intense gaze with one of your own. “Those bastards fucking used me for years. Literal years and I thought they were there for me,” you gave a sardonic laugh, your voice shaking with anger. “I-I’m gonna fuckin kill them the next time I see their sorry asses. Make them feel what it’s like to get tossed out of a car. Make them feel what it’s like to constantly get beaten down.”

Techno’s hands gripped your shoulders in a vice grip as his eyes sparked with a crazed delight and he grinned widely at you, “that’s the spirit! You’re gonna rain hellfire upon them, beat their asses (y/n)! Fuck em up! FUCK! EM! UP!”

Wilbur, always thinking about potential consequences and the voice of reason, spoke up with hesitance. “As much as I love that you’re finally realizing that they’re toxic as hell and want revenge, you’d have to wait at least until tomorrow. If you did it today, you wouldn’t be allowed to go to finals. Besides, I don’t think that you should even fight them. You would be out- wait. They’re the ones that opened the car door and fucked up your back?” Seeing you nod, his face darkened in anger. “...(Y/n), you’re gonna fuck em up as soon as you can tomorrow. We’ll back you up if they try to gang up on you, we aren’t eighteen yet, so it’s still legal. ”

“YES, SUCCUMB TO THE ANARCHY! WE’RE GONNA FUCK EM UP!”

“YOU ARE NOT FUCKING ANYONE UP ANYTIME SOON, TECHNOBLADE.” Philza’s voice boomed from behind the closed door. Said door swung open to reveal your father’s angry form and your uncle’s intrigued, slightly proud form.

You three stared at the two for a while with gaping mouths, your previous intensity substantially diminuendos into a quiet shock. No one fucks with an angry Dadza. Techno was the quickest to get over the shock. “...How long were you standing there?”

Your father sneered. “Well, long enough to hear that you three are going to fight someone! Why the hell would you do that?” 

Your brothers looked at you in a silent question. Shaking your head, you answered in a small voice, “there’s just some people messing with me at school. They were just worried about me. We weren’t gonna actually fight someone, they were just talking about how it’d be nice to get some revenge for me. I was just about to tell them that I could handle myself and we didn’t need to fight.”

Immediately, your dad’s stiff stance relaxed slightly as his eyes pierced into your own, searching them to see if you’re lying to him or not. You felt a cold sweat drip down the back of your head at the intensity of his gaze, you hated when he did that. It always made you feel like he was staring right at your soul. Eventually, his gaze softened.

“Why didn’t you tell me? I could’ve helped you through it.”

“I didn’t want to bother you. Plus, it’s nothing I can’t handle by myself.”

“But you looked really panicked earlier hun. Are you sure you can-”

“I just forgot about my stats homework until this morning and I thought I wouldn’t be able to get it done in time, but I did! No worries,” you spoke a little faster than usual. You prayed that he wouldn’t see through your lie. 

“...Alright. Just let me know if it gets to be too much for you and I can talk with your principal about it. Now go eat something and get ready, you only have,” he glanced at the clock on the wall, “an hour before you have to be at school. Hurry up or you’re going to be late.”

Your dad turned around and walked down the hallway away from the room. Schlatt, however, loomed in the doorway for a while before he came into the room and closed the door behind him. You three watched him warily as he eyed you and your brothers.

“...Ya know, I approve,” after seeing your confused looks, he chuckled and spoke again. “I approve of you three fuckin em up. I heard part of your conversation, and those snot nosed brats deserve it for what they did to my favorite niece.”

You three stared at him with shock, making him laugh at you. “Close your mouths, you’re gonna catch flies.” He paused for a second before leaning towards you and whispering “now, you didn’t hear it from me, but the key to a good punch is following through with it. Don’t hesitate. Don’t tuck your thumb in, that’ll break it. Make sure you center your hit on your index and middle fingers, they are the strongest points of the hand. If you need to, go for the eyes, nose, and groin.”

“I-thank you Uncle Schlatt. I really appreciate it. Just- please don’t tell dad?”

“Of course not! I mean, if you don’t fuck em up enough I will. (Y/n), when you’re done, I want details.”

You saluted sarcastically, “yessir, will do!”

He gave a boisterous laugh, “you better. Now go get ready.” 

As he was about to walk out of the room, he suddenly paused and his hand shot to his pants pocket. He pulled something out before putting it into your hand and turning again to walk out of the room. “This is from Tubbo and Tommy. They were worried about you.” In your hand laid three of your favorite candies. You felt your heart swell at their innocent, caring natures. They were honestly some of the sweetest kids you’ve ever met. 

“Well boys, you get first pics!” You held out the candy to them.

Wilbur looked at you with knitted eyebrows, “but they gave those to you.”

“I wouldn’t have gotten through that panic attack without you guys helping me, so take this as a temporary thank you.” You watched as they glanced at each other before reaching out to grab a piece of candy.

“Alright, I’m gonna go get ready, you guys can take the bathroom before me. Love you guys!”

You went into your room and made sure your curtains were closed before turning to your closet. Humming in thought, you picked out a white button up and the nicest sweater you owned. You put on the collared button up then slipped the sweater on over it so that the collar poked out of the neck. You smiled at yourself in the mirror, feeling more confident in yourself than you’ve felt since you started hanging out with them. Fuck them, they always lied to you. You looked great in anything you put on. You felt elated and basked in the spectacular feeling of being able to like what you wore. 

While you waited for your brothers to leave the bathroom, you pulled out your phone and scrolled through your contacts before you stopped on one: Haley’s. The girl that stole your heart and relentlessly stomped on it until it was a red puddle at her feet. Despite the pain, you still loved her. She was your everything. Your thumb hovered over her icon, contemplating on texting her. You had to tell her that she didn’t have to worry about her pictures anymore. 

(Y/n)

Haley

I know you don’t want to talk to me, but I have good news

You don’t have to worry about your pics anymore

I took care of it.

You don’t have to reply to this

Just know that I took care of it and you don’t have to worry about it anymore.

You sat on your bed staring at your phone screen waiting for her to open your messages. You stared at the ‘delivered’ icon at the bottom of your message, waiting for it to say ‘read’. You stared for about ten minutes before you gave up, putting your phone in your pocket and standing up with a sigh. She would see it eventually. Just as you reached your door, you felt a vibration in your pocket. You whipped out your phone and smiled at Haley’s face on your screen. She was calling you. 

Taking a deep breath to calm yourself down, you clicked the answer button, “hey Hales.”

“(Y/n), what’d you do?”

“I took care of it. That’s all you have to know.”

“I think I should know more. What’d you do?”

You paused for a moment before you hesitantly said, “I asked them to delete your pictures and they have to, it’s part of our deal.”

“...You found out who they were?”

“Yeah, but that’s not important. You don’t have to worry about it.”

“(Y/n), don’t tell me what to worry about. Who are they?”

“...Fine, it was Adrian Schnieder, Annie Lockhart, and Sammy McConnor. Ya know, you’re scary when you’re mad Hales. Remind me not to get on your bad side again.”

“It was them? You hang out around them all the time, I thought you were good friends. Why would they do that?”

Even though she couldn’t see you, you shrugged. “I dunno. I think they were just jealous. They’re assholes and I can’t believe I haven’t noticed it a lot sooner. I’m sorry they put you through that, you didn’t deserve what they did to you.”

“God (y/n),” she sighed out, you imagined that she was running a hand through her hair. “I can’t imagine how much that hurt you. You four were really close.”

“I know, but it was a long time coming. Like I said, I should’ve noticed that it was them. They’ve always been toxic as hell.”

“How’d you find out? What happened?”

“Did you hear about what they did to me yesterday?”

“Should I? If you’re not comfortable talking about it, that’s totally okay. You don’t have to talk about it if you don’t wanna.”

“No, it’s fine. You’re gonna hear about it eventually, shit spreads like wildfire at Klinkver. Long story short, they outed me to the entire school and thought that I was only friends with them to get in their pants. They basically told me to kill myself,” you added nonchalantly. “But that’s not the important part about this. They told me that they were the people that took those pictures of you.”

“...(Y/n), how could you say that’s not important! They fucked up your life and all you care about is my pictures? What’d they say they’d do with yours?”

“I asked them to not leak them until after the match tonight so you could have the spotlight. You deserve it after all the hard work you’ve put in to get team captain. Zuri was hard to beat and you deserve the recognition for that.”

You heard her take a deep breath through her nose, “(y/n), for once in your life care about yourself over others. You’re gonna be exposed to the entire school and it bothers me that you’re being so nonchalant about that.”

“They’ve put me through worse. Besides,” you wove a hand in the air, “it’ll all blow over sooner or later when another person gets their nudes leaked. You remember how fast people forgot about Marlene’s nudes when May’s got leaked like a week later.”

“Still, it’s degrading to have people see you like that. No matter how fast they get over it, it doesn’t change the fact that they’ve seen you. You can’t come back from that sweetheart.”

You felt your heart skip a beat at the nickname. Even if she called almost everybody that, you felt special. “I don’t care if people see my boobs, it wasn’t even a clear picture anyways. It was hella blurry.”

Your door swung open for the second time today. There stood Tommy, his eyes peering innocently at you. “Dad wanted me to tell you to hurry up.”

You smiled at him, “thank you buddy. Let him know I’ll be down in a minute. Oh, and thank you for the candy, it really made me happy.”

He beamed brightly before he sprinted down the stairs. “Was that Tommy? Is he gonna be at the match tonight?”

“Of course, he and Tubbo are our team’s mascots after all. They would never miss a game, especially our final match.”

“I can’t wait to see them, but we need to talk about this. It’s more serious than you paint it as. How are you not pissed at those dumbasses? You trusted them and they betrayed you.”

“Oh, believe me I’m furious. Heh, I’m actually kinda shaking right now because of how pissed I am. But for now, I’m just gonna imagine their faces on the ball so I can keep my mind off them until tomorrow.”

“...Please don’t tell me you’re gonna do something stupid tomorrow.”

“I wouldn’t call it stupid per se, they deserve it for what they put you through. It’s more getting justice than being stupid.”

“(Y/n), I swear to god if you start a fight just to get back at them for me, I’m gonna slap you. Think about yourself every once and a while, they put you through so much. If you feel comfortable, you’re gonna tell me everything they did to you tonight on the bus coming home.”

“So we’re gonna sit together?” You tried and failed to stomp the hopeful tone from your voice.

Her laugh sounded angelic in your ear, “of course we are silly, you’re my best friend. I gotta go, my dad’s calling me. I’ll talk to you later!”

“See ya!” When you hung up, you danced around your room with joy. You- no, they- didn’t ruin your friendship with Haley after all! Oh, you felt like your heart was going to burst out of your chest with joy. Even if she didn’t like you like you adored her, you still cherished your friendship. Looking back, Haley and the team always had your back, they genuinely cared about you. They were perhaps the only ones you would fully trust in the future. 

“(Y/N), HURRY UP YOU’RE GONNA BE LATE!” Tommy’s voice outside your door shook you from your happy dance. “Coming!”

You ran to the bathroom and hastily went through your routine. Despite your rushing, you tried your best to look presentable. You were going to prove those snakes wrong, you were beautiful no matter what you wore or how you looked.

After running down the stairs with your bag, your dad stopped you before you could run out the door with your keys. “You look nice today hun.”

“Thanks Dad, I just wanted to dress up a bit for finals today. I’m honestly really pumped to play tonight.”

“That’s good,” he smiled at you before pulling you into a quick hug. “Just take it easy today, you need to save your energy for the match tonight... Listen, I don’t know what happened to you this morning and I don’t know exactly what’s going on in your life right now, but just know that I’m always gonna be here for you. Whether you need help with homework, advice, or if you want me to beat up someone else’s dad for you,” he chuckled, “I’ll do it.” 

You closed your eyes and leaned into his touch, happy with the contact. You two stood in the hall for a moment before he pulled away and told you to leave for school. 

The drive to the school was uneventful with your brothers mainly holding up the conversation. As you pulled into the parking lot, you realized that you needed to catch up on two full days of stats homework.

“Hey Tech?” He hummed, looking over to you.

“Sorry, but would I be able to maybe copy your stats notes from Tuesday?”

“Yeah, I’ll give em to you so you can copy it before school starts. We’d have to go to Mr. Mullins for yesterday’s notes though. We can just ask him about it before school starts.”

As you pulled into a space and moved to leave the car, a hand stopped you. “(Y/n), if any of those two-faced bitches bother you at all, let us know. Don’t deal with this on your own, we’re here for you,” Wilbur said genuinely.

“Yeah, if they say anything bad about you, it’s on sight.”

You laughed, “thanks guys, I’ll let you guys know if they do anything. We gotta get going though if Tech and I wanna get those notes done.”

In the school, you and Techno successfully got your notes done before the first bell rang. The rest of class went by without a hitch with you actually somewhat understanding mostly everything being taught. You even got a question right when you were called on! Turns out not feeling weighed down by toxic people helps a lot with concentration.

The only block you were dreading was the second block. You were sure that if you even glanced at Annie and Adrian, you’d go apeshit on them. Luckily for them, they didn’t show up to class today. They were probably comforting Annie after you “manipulated” her, you thought with an eye roll. Today was just another work day, so you pulled out your laptop and opened Google Docs. You saw Annie’s and Adrian’s unfinished and you were slapped in the face with inspiration. 

They were still expecting you to finish their essays, so you were gonna finish them alright. You were going to completely rewrite their essays all about how they were terrible homophobes and how LGBT+ people are always facing some form of discrimination amongst their peers, complete with attached screenshots of them calling you slurs over text. You’d even write a little note at the beginning that would tell your teacher that they didn’t write this, but they made you write it so you deserved the credit for it. You didn’t care that this would take a while, the satisfaction that you would get would be worth it. This was going to completely screw up their grades, this essay was worth twenty five percent of your overall grade. Mr. Todd was really laid back, so he only had a few rules in the classroom. First was to respect your classmate’s time and work, second was to clean up after yourselves, and third (“the most important one” he said on the first day of school) was that he would never tolerate racism, sexism, transphobia, or homophobia in his classroom. Your masterpieces you were writing would definitely earn them a failing grade, a good scolding from Mr. Todd, and maybe a visit to the principal’s office. This would be first in a long line of gifts you have in mind for them. 

At lunch, you were slightly stumped as to where you should sit. You didn’t really know anybody in your lunch period, so you just sat at the empty table Adrian, Annie, and Sammy left for you today and ate while working on your masterpieces. Finding sources was extremely easy for you, you remembered doing extensive research about discrimination when you first found out that you weren’t the straight girl you thought you were. Luckily for you, you still had the old Google Doc full of sources you wanted to save for later. Thank you, freshman you. 

Third and fourth block went by relatively quickly, you completely finished the work in both classes with plenty of time left for you to continue typing up the essays. You had gotten Adrian’s completely done and Annie’s thesis written. Oh, revenge is sweet. You weren’t even done with what you had in store for them. 

You had their parent’s phone numbers and you got Adrian’s boss’ number from Marlene, who worked with him as a waitress. Annie’s parents were total sweethearts that would be absolutely fuming if you showed them what she said to you. You weren’t sure about Adrian’s or Sammy’s parents, but you were going to send them screenshots anyways. If Adrian’s parents were as bigoted as he was, you still had his boss to fall back on. You could email the screenshots to the principal and the athletic director so that you could have something to rely on if Sammy’s parents had the same beliefs as she did. She valued cross country more than everything, so you could fuck that up for her. Revenge never tasted so sweet to you before, it felt like you were high with how giddy you were. Techno and Wilbur were going to love this. 

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[babbushka]

Good morning from rainy old England again! 💙 First of all, I’m so excited for all the up coming pieces of work that are going to come from your sweet Husbands birthday session! Thank you so much for doing this for us 💙🥰 You’ve given us work like this before; but what would happen if one day Flip came home after a bad day of work and just needed some love from his wife? Nothing crazy, maybe just her asking if he needs and hug and him swan diving into her arms or something? Doesn’t have to be heavy or angsty, just our sweet old Mr and Mrs Zimmerman showing each other some love 🥺

Hello my dear friend! Thank you so much for sending this is! I hope you enjoy the fluff :)

1k, cw: mention of baby zimmerman, mostly just flip being a grouch lol

You smell him, before you see him. The moment he opens the door, an unfamiliar waft of tobacco hits your nose, and for a split second, you panic that it might not be your husband at all, until you hear the familiar curse under his breath as he drops his keys, and you smile.

“Honey? I’m home.” Flip calls from the foyer in the way that he does every day when he arrives at a decent hour, but even still, right away you can sense something’s off.

And you’re right, because as you round the corner to greet your lumberjack, he looks more surly than usual. He’s got a scowl set deep into his forehead, his lips tugged down into a firm frown. With a soft smile, you extend a hand for him and he takes it happily, lets himself be tugged into the kitchen where something hot and fresh is waiting for him.

“Rough day?” You ask even though you know the answer is yes, “You look like you’re going to kill something.”

“I fuckin’ feel like I want to.” Flip groans a little, sees his son sitting happily in his high chair playing with cheerios on the little tray in front of him, and gets over himself. “Just a lot of bullshit, one stupid fuckin’ thing after another.”

Picking the baby up, the boy’s bright eyes crinkle at the corners when he bursts into happy giggles, the kind that Flip’s never sure whether or not the baby is making fun of him, or just glad to see him. You always tease that it’s both, but either way, he smooches the boy right on his dimples in greeting, and sets him back down on his chair.

“Want to tell me about it?” You watch the interaction fondly from the fridge where you hand him a beer, one that he takes gratefully.

Flip wasn’t much of a talker around other people, he was observant more than anything, preferred to sit and watch from the sidelines, absorbing information like a sponge. It’s what made him such a great detective – he was stoic, and composed, and more or less a fly on the wall.

Except for when he’s just around you, in which case you’d be hard pressed to get him to shut up.

“Well first of fuckin’ all, someone parked in my goddamn spot. I’ve had the same parking spot for seven years at this fuckin’ station and someone decided to park there. New kid, Jones? Rookie didn’t know any better so I let it go. But then, the guy used my mug – you know the one I keep in the rec room? So now the kid’s officially on my shit list.”

Flip rambles on and on, listing off the things that he can remember in the moment.

“I had a meeting with Trapp where he basically told me and Ron we’ve got to push harder with the case because the FBI is going to get involved which is always such a fucking pain in the ass and we need to finish our work before they take over and have jurisdiction. And on top of all of that, I’m out of fuckin’ cigarettes at the office.”

“Oh shit, why didn’t you call me I would’ve brought you some.” Eyes widening, you feel for him. You knew Flip has been a smoker since he was thirteen and had no plans to start quitting anytime soon, and you also knew how big of a bitch he could be when he has to go without them.

Flip scrubs a hand over his face and shrugs, “I didn’t want to bother you, I bummed a couple off of Jimmy but he smokes Marlboro and you know how much I fuckin’ hate Marlboro.”

“I did think you smelled off.” You tease then, wanting to try and get him in a lighter mood. “I got worried for a sec, thought you might be sneakin’ off to another woman.”

“As if you’re not too much to handle as it is!” Flip scoffs, before rounding the kitchen table and pulling you into a tight hug, attacking your throat with bites that have you squirming out of his grip with a grin.

“Bullshit, you like that I’m high maintenance.” You wink at him, dancing just out of his reach, making him hunt after you, long legs making that job easier.

“Yeah I do.” He catches you, eyes flicking down to your lips.

You get the hint, and loop your arms over his strong shoulders, hands carding through the hair at the nape of his neck, twisting and twirling it between your fingers as he calms down, asking, “Kiss me a little?”

Flip hopes that his son is still working on those cheerios as he tips your chin up and captures your mouth with his. Almost at once you can feel the tension slip out of his body, he sighs out a long held breath of relief, finally back in your arms. It really was the best place for him to be, for everyone’s sake.

As your tongues slide against one another, eyes closed, lashes brushing against your cheek as your noses bump together, somewhere in the back of your mind you feel bad for Flip’s coworkers – you can only imagine the state he had been in all day.

“Next time call me, I’ll bring you smokes.” You pat at his chest when the kiss ends, and Flip nods appreciatively.

“God what the fuck would I do without you?” Flip asks dreamily, pinching at your ass as you step away from him.

Flip follows you, because Flip doesn’t really do much else when he’s home other than follow you around and bug you all day long.

“Die probably.” You throw over your shoulder as you check to make sure the baby is okay.

“Yeah, probably.” He agrees with a knowing nod, which makes you laugh, which in turn makes the baby laughs, and Flip can’t help but think how fuckin’ glad he is to be home.

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I am once again taggin' some flip lovin' friends lol @mochabucky @sacklerscumrag @artsymaddie @bitchydecisions @direnightshade @reyloaddict55 @thembohux @kylorenswhxre @sunflowersinthesnow @babayagakeanu @safarigirlsp @steeevienicks @materialisthicc @hswritingrecs @han68000 @rosi3ba3z @chapterhappygirl @loverofallthings @groovetoob @bxnnywriting @glassbxttless @angel-bxby3 @smallgirlbigpersonality @lovelyyy-luna @2000andwhat @raddo1975 @cornmousequeen @metsienmenninkainen @caillea @painttheskylineforme @holding-on-to-starwars

[sohotthateveryonedied]

psssst got any headcanons about the batkids being turned into animals for a day thanks to some fucked up magic rogues?? (i saw you reblogged some of that shifter au so i had to get your thoughts on this because uhhhhh i need it)

(i’m expanding it to a week because this au deserves as much content as i can give it holy shit i love it already)

dick gets turned into a golden retriever and he is having the time of his life. his only responsibility now is wagging his tail when he’s happy and barking at the mailman. no stress. no worries. he can do whatever he wants now. dick will run up and down the stairs fifty times for no fucking reason and has an absolute blast. he will plop on bruce’s lap while he’s trying to work and take a nap there and bruce can’t do a single thing about it. just sits there under the weight of his giant fluffy son.

dick tries to call wally and invite him over to the manor so they can play frisbee but all he can communicate is with woof woof bark. so he texts him with his giant paws, “pls coem ovetr im bored :’((” 

“sorry but i don’t want this to awaken any furry genes in me,,, you’re on your own pal”

timmy is a CAT. because i LIKE IT. he’s this fluffy lil black kitty who disappears less than five minutes after bruce wrangles them all back in the manor. he’s phantom of the opera now. the only reason anyone even knows he’s still in the house and alive is because alfred keeps finding him napping in the laundry room because it’s warm and he likes to squeeze himself into teeny tiny spaces. bruce nearly kills him when he turns the oven on one day and it’s sheer luck that he opens it to make sure it’s empty and oop! there’s tim! curled up on the bottom rack sleeping his life away in a hot box of death! bruce has a goddamn stroke.

barbara visits and tim spends the whole day sleeping in her lap. at one point he climbs up on her shoulder and snuggles into her neck like a fluffy lil angel, purring his heart out. babs has never felt so blessed in her life.

bruce: “son please. i have work to do”

tim, stomping all over bruce’s keyboard and headbutting him in the chin: “oh??? you have work to do huh??? more important than paying attention to me??? your son??? you hate me??? you want me to die??”

bruce’s very important email to lucius fox: “mkkkkkkkkkkkkghjkkkkkkknj.////////////,” 

steph!! is a mouse!! what a fuckin ride!! she is a small squeaky creacher, here one minute and gone the next. you grab a box of cheez-its from the pantry and find it empty but for a little blonde mouse snoozing in there like “fuck ok i guess this is how it is now.” one morning bruce discovers her using his coffee mug as a jacuzzi. he is dead inside.

damian is a wee tiger cub. he is cute but miserable and will run at bruce from across the room and smash into his shins because “father!! this is terrible!! fix it father!! you bitch!!” he snuggles with dick whenever he can though, purring like a car engine. 10/10 adorable, would definitely adopt.

bruce: “damian”

damian: :3 

bruce: “damian”

damian: :3

bruce: “you will spit stephanie out right now or you’re grounded”

damian: >:3

jason becomes a hawk. the first thing he does after getting turned is land on bruce’s head and screech in his ear because fuck you that’s why. this is karma supreme. once they’re all safely at the manor he carries off a screeching steph in his talons and drops her in the toilet. familia.

bruce: “jason. sweetheart. please tell me you didn’t just shit on my car.”

jason: “ok :) then i won’t tell you”

ironically, cass is a sloth. slow sleepy girl. only three toes nothing more. she is shockingly okay with it and just,, hitches rides on people,, all day. she hangs around bruce’s neck like a gucci scarf and sleeps there for hours. snzzzz.

duke is a freckled bunny, floppy ears and twitchy nose hell yeah. bunny duke is too good for this world. too pure. sleeby twitchy boy. he dropkicks damian in the face during dinner and lands in a bowl of mashed potatoes. babey. 

a few days in, alfred calls up the teen titans that way beast boy can come over and interpret what the batkids are saying since they can’t exactly speak anymore.

bruce: “so?? why does duke keep biting me??”

gar: “well uh. he said something about how um. you confiscated his xbox last week...”

at one point bruce isn’t looking where he’s going and steps on a cherry tomato and just. bursts into tears. because he thinks he stepped on steph’s tiny mouse body and killed her. a minute later steph swan dives off the chandelier with a parachute she made out of one of alfred’s handkerchiefs and lands on bruce’s head, giving him a fucking heart attack.

bruce goes to the pet store to buy food because apparently cats aren’t supposed to eat caviar?? wack. he stocks up on all kinds of pet food and the cashier asks how many animals he has. 

“oh no these are actually for my kids.” 

cashier: ಠ_ಠ

[gcldfanged]

[CONTINUED FROM HERE.]

@bigbrawl:

Sat underneath the boughs of a tree, Cid stares up with heavy sigh at the smoke that rises slowly but surely from the base of Shinra No. 26. It leans now, like it's threatening to fall over, and there's an abject look of hurt - or maybe he's just squinting in the bright sunlight.

"It should be rainin'," he states, "That's the sorta thing that happens when yer dreams fuckin' die, ain't it?"

The mechanic turns his head and glances at the Turk, "... S'pretty damn balls, yeah." His hands raise and he scratches his blunt nails through hair, groaning out. "Fuck."

The Turk wasn’t sure what to say or even feel. Here the Captain was crumbling right in front of him and Yoon didn’t have any comforting words within his personal arsenal or tool kit.

What good were dreams, anyway- Could you buy a dream? Sell it? Eat it?

“The Vice President wanted to disband the Space Program anyway, or at least massively undercut it’s funding... You’re all lucky that the worst thing to happen was the rocket merely failing to launch. You could have died. Hell, this whole town could have been wiped out in an explosion.”

The agent gave Highwind’s boot the slightest of nudges with his foot.

“And anyway, you saved someone’s life. You made the right call.”

Was he lying? Arguably, yes. If the technician had been burned up once the rocket reached orbit, Shinra would have just covered it up anyway. But he knew it was the ‘right’ thing to say, in this context.

Sometimes a lie was the only thing keeping someone going- from just taking a swan dive onto some sharp rocks, or fashioning themselves a rope necklace.

[seafleece]

caduceus is not a particularly strong person.

that’s fine, it’s not his job, they’ve got yasha for that, yasha and jester and herself and even fjord, a little, now she and his new mom are getting him in something resembling shape.

caduceus is not very strong, but he carries fjord below decks anyway.

fuck, she’s never seen him like this.

there was a hint of it, maybe, before— his lip did this funny downward curl when he was talking to colton and she thought oh, this must be the one he was talking about.

now, though, his eyebrows are so low over his eyes she can barely see them. it feels weird, to compare caduceus to a horse, but, like, that’s what she keeps thinking of looking at him, like when their horses were angry and their ears went flat back against their heads.

she knows he’s tired, too, but he picks fjord up— not like he weighs nothing, no, like he’s the heaviest thing in the world— and just staggers under him down to the dining room, not letting beau help at all.

he lays fjord out on the table and it rattles the whole frame of it. everyone crowds in at the top of the stairs for a moment until beau waves, dazed, and they come down to circle around him.

caduceus takes a second, breathes like a bellows, like that big fucking bull, and then leans over fjord, careful as anything.

jester presses up against her side, tail sliding cold and slick against her lower back. “i healed orly,” she whispers, mouth and eyes loose and wet with the same damp disbelief. “are you okay?”

“no,” she says back, and doesn’t look down at jester. jester leans against her a little harder until she wraps an arm around her shoulders. “but caduceus is worse.”

and he is, bent over fjord so close their foreheads are almost touching. he keeps moving hair away from fjord’s face, keeps darting his eyes from fjord’s closed ones to the awful color of the burst blood under the skin of his temple from when he’d fallen, to the even awful-er tear in him, from the bottom of his collarbone and down, through ribs, through, well. everything underneath ribs.

he’s not bleeding too much anymore, but it still soaks the table under him.

probably won’t be eating in here again for awhile, she thinks, and kicks herself for it in her mind’s eye.

“jester,” caduceus finally says, and sweet ioun, he sounds awful, all raspy and wheezing. like a broken person, like—

like someone who’d just carried fjord down a flight of stairs even though his just-revived sister could bend him like a reed the second she got the chance.

“diamond.”

“oh! oh, yeah—“ and jester peels away from her, for a moment, starts rooting through her bag.

she’s bloody, too, beau takes the second to notice— slick and bloody almost up to her elbows, probably from orly. they haven’t looked this bad since they had to fight yasha, too, she thinks.

she risks a glance over at yasha, in that moment, while jester’s digging around for the diamonds, and there’s a look on her face.

they’re all a little frenzied-looking, right now, afraid and staticky, all over, having to just watch caduceus do this with his lips curled into a scowl like they’ve never seen and his ears flat against the sides of his head. yasha, though, she looks terrified, terrified like when she’d stabbed right through beau and into the stone floor of the chantry, terrified like when she’d gone to heal beau and beau had flinched and she’d flinched back.

guilt, she thinks, and she hates that she recognizes it on yasha.

yasha meets her gaze after a moment, eyes swallowed up in that cavernous sort of dread, and then she blinks. later, beau thinks, and it passes between them like one of caleb’s messages before jester’s bloody hands re-emerge from the haversack and she looks away.

jester looks between the two diamonds clutched in her fists for a moment before handing the larger one up to caduceus.

caduceus has always been dangerously polite. she doesn’t remember when caduceus stopped calling caleb mister caleb, mostly because she doesn’t even know if he did.

anyway, he doesn’t say thank you.

she doesn’t think jester takes it too hard.

finally, caduceus looks up at all of them. trying to seem like he’s regained his composure, she thinks, but his hands are still shaking where he’s holding the diamond to fjord’s chest.

“this will take a while,” he says. “you all should get some rest.”

—

she waits in the doorway of her and jester’s room until yasha comes by.

“hey.”

“oh,” yasha says, looking her over. “beau. yes.”

“wanna come in? jester’s washing up right now.”

“yes.”

they sit a little ways apart on the edge of the bed. it’s pretty big, as beds she’s shared with jester go, bigger than most inns, almost as big as their shoved-together beds in the xhorhaus.

they always crowd together, anyway, she thinks. yasha could probably even fit on it, with both her and jester, if they asked her to stay with them.

“so,” she says, instead. “what’s wrong?”

yasha laughs a little. “you mean, apart from the very big wrong thing?”

“yeah.” she’s deflecting. beau lets her.

“ah.” her fingers dig rivets into the sheets. “i had a dream.”

this sets her on edge. “yeah? like you used to?”

“yes.”

“you don’t think it, uh, had anything to do with—“

“no.”

“oh. okay, uh—“ she doesn’t know how to do this. jester just tells her if she has a funny dream, just rolls on top of her so she can look right in beau’s face, so they’re sharing breath. “what happened?”

“i flew.”

and, fuckin’. that’s new.

“shit, really?”

“yes. i think— i think that’s what i was about to do, before.”

“before.”

yasha looks at her, then, and beau can see she’s crying. silent tears track down her face, bleed somewhere in her lap. “i wasn’t sure i would ever be able to, after that.”

“do you, uh, do you think you could again? or was it just a dream thing?”

“i don’t know,” yasha whispers, and looks away. “i was going to try, when i woke up. but then.”

“oh.”

“i should have,” she says, and the furrows yasha’s dug into the bedsheets deepen, almost to tears. “i could have helped.”

“no, hey, you couldn’t have known—“ she reaches out to put one hand over yasha’s. she doesn’t flinch, but it feels like she does, somehow.

“i did, though. i saw them. my wings, with feathers. i remember how it felt.”

yasha looks at her again, eyes dark with that same weight. “i was scared, if— if i opened them again, and they didn’t have feathers, still, i don’t know what i would have done.”

“oh,” beau says, because she doesn’t have anything else to say to that.

she thinks of something, though, watching yasha’s hands slowly loosen again. “do you want me to check?”

“what?”

“i just meant, uh—“ and she can feel the cold flush creeping up her neck. “you could close your eyes when you open them, so you don’t have to see right away.”

“oh.”

yasha’s quiet for a long moment.

“never mind, it’s, it was—“

“yes.”

“what?”

she finally looks back into yasha’s face.

“i want you to look.”

“uh— okay, i—“

“give me a moment.”

yasha stands up, then, and beau’s hands drop from above them listlessly atop the sheets. she takes a deep breath, so deep it almost looks like it lifts her up.

“okay.”

she closes her eyes, and then they’re just sort of. there.

“oh, fuck.”

she’s seen yasha’s wings before. has been close enough that they’ve scared her, even, in a fight, once or twice. they’re fuckin’ cool— skeletal and black, they match the name, match the whole vibe yasha has going on.

except, well. maybe yasha doesn’t want to match the name.

beau’s seen bird skeletons, before, in the archives— she knew yasha’s wings weren’t, like, bats or demons or something. they were bare, underneath all the black smoke, just bare. no long spindly pinions.

she’s got feathers now, though. just for the record. big, snowy-looking off-white ones.

she always thought, you know, yasha would have the wings of something cruel, something big and meant for the wicked winds above mountains, meant for folding for a dive at dizzying speed, towards prey.

but beau’s seen bird wings, before. and wouldn’t you know it, her wings look for all the world like a swan’s.

—

“beau?”

she sounds so nervous.

“yeah.”

“um—“

“they’re there.”

—

yasha spends a long time just looking at herself in the mirror on the back of the door, turning around and around, long enough that she’s still there when jester comes in, face crumpled in the way beau knows to mean that she just wants to curl into beau and stay there for a long time, and her eyes go so wide beau wonders if there might be a white to them, after all.

and, well, jester’s braver than her. always has been, always will be.

“i— they’re so pretty, yasha, oh my gods— can i touch them?”

yasha’s even paler than her wings, pale like bone in the sun, like caleb’s fancy paper before he scribbles all over it. she flushes pink, washed-out pink like early spring flowers, like how cad’s hair is getting now he dyes it less, and nods.

down the hall, caduceus is still bent over fjord, working the life back into him. in half an hour or so, he’ll come around groggily and call them all back, and they’ll all crush fjord between them and he’ll wheeze, still covered in blood but alive, thank the gods, alive, but for now jester just runs her hands along the soft slope of yasha’s wings and beau thinks that she has never seen anything this sacred, before.

[ao3feed-izuku-midoriya]

This Rain... Oh How It Hurts

This Rain... Oh How It Hurts by CrimsonSilhouette242

"Hold it right there, Deku!"

The green haired teen sighed as he looked out the window. "Not now, Kaachan." There was a tone of finality in his voice when he said that.

Yet, the way he said his nickname with such bite and resignation had Bakugou's throat tightening.

Alarmed and slightly frightened, he watched as Deku opened the window and jumped out. His chest tightened and he raced over to the window, eyes wide with fear. He sucked in a sharp breath, hands gripping the ledge.

"Pray you'll get a quirk in your next life and take a swan dive off the roof!" The words echoed in Bakugou's skull.

"No… no no no… I-I didn't mean it–fuck come back, Deku…" he muttered to himself.

He blew out a relieved breath when he saw Deku sprinting towards the corner. In a moment of irritation and fright, he yelled out, "Fuckin use a damn door!" And the other teen must have heard him because he looked up at him with a grin just before he turned the corner.

Originally published: 2018-09-26

Words: 4908, Chapters: 3/6, Language: English

Fandoms: 僕のヒーローアカデミア | Boku no Hero Academia | My Hero Academia

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences

Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence

Categories: Gen, M/M

Characters: Midoriya Izuku, Midoriya Inko, Midoriya Hisashi, Aizawa Shouta | Eraserhead, Dabi, Toga Himiko, Shigaraki Tomura | Shimura Tenko, Kurogiri, Tsukauchi Naomasa, Todoroki Shouto, Bakugou Katsuki, Kirishima Eijirou, Class 1-A, Uraraka Ochako, Yamada Hizashi | Present Mic, Shinsou Hitoshi, Yagi Toshinori | All Might, Iida Tenya, Original Characters

Relationships: Midoriya Hisashi/Midoriya Inko, Aizawa Shouta | Eraserhead/Yamada Hizashi | Present Mic, Midoriya Inko & Midoriya Izuku, Midoriya Hisashi & Midoriya Izuku, Dabi & Midoriya Izuku, Midoriya Izuku & Todoroki Shouto, Dabi & Midoriya Izuku & Toga Himiko, Midoriya Izuku & Shigaraki Tomura | Shimura Tenko, Aizawa Shouta | Eraserhead & Midoriya Izuku

Additional Tags: Angst, Fluff, Somewhat, Maybe, Quirkless Midoriya Izuku, Midoriya Izuku Does Not Have One for All Quirk, BAMF Midoriya Izuku, Midoriya Izuku Has a Quirk, Torture, Dabi is a Todoroki, Villain Midoriya Izuku, Midoriya Izuku Needs A Hug, Dabi and Toga will give him those hugs, Villain Midoriya Hisashi, Character Death, Minor Character Death, Panic Attacks, Implied/Referenced Character Death, literally my first solo fic ever, so writing is shitty, reuploaded

Read Here: https://archiveofourown.org/works/30230310