#and when he’s locked up it’s a memory that can’t be snatched away because there’s still so much sadness embedded into it now

[katsukiizmoon]

bodyguard or bestfriend! katsuki who practically lives in your personal space, he's only "looking out for you" and "making sure you're okay" he definitely isn't dependent on feeling your warmth against him, he definitely doesn't get antsy when you're not near him, not at all

Second time writing this, tumblr ate it the first time 🥴 but no because I bet he leaves his shit there and then forgets.i have so many thoughts on this

Katsuki has practically raided every square inch of his apartment. He’s checked every basket, drawer, nook and cranny of the place— and he’s found four pair of boxers. Total.

There’s no way.

A frustrated groan leaves his lips when he notices missing sweatpants. His face twists into a scowl while he shoves the last of his dirty laundry into the washing machine. He snatches the detergent and tosses it in, pressing the button and turning on his heel.

He storms out of his apartment and shoves his keys into the door, locking it. And you know something’s off the moment he arrives. He huffs and puffs like he’s going to blow your house down. All the while, you sit perched on the couch with a basket of laundry and a no-brain-needed show on.

“I’m goin’ fucking insane.” Katsuki grits, carmine eyes peering into your ceiling.

You hum and toss a pair of panties into a nearby basket. A sigh leaves him as his chest sinks beneath the black tank top.

“You always are— but why now?” You raise a brow at his glare, resisting a snicker.

Your fingers lay purchase on a pair of his sweats. Effortlessly, you begin to fold and separate the rest of the laundry. Another pair of his sweats are in your hands as you pause to look at him.

“Searched the damn place top to bottom,” a sigh “- can’t find my shit. Got four pair of boxers. I’m losing it.” He grunts with an exasperated groan.

Katsuki peels his gaze from the ceiling to meet your own. You begin to chortle and snort.

The pair of sweatpants in your hands meet his face with a dull thud. Without thinking, katsuki yanks the offending fabric away and growls.

“Oí, asswipe-“ The second pair meets his face before he can finish and it takes all of three seconds for it to register.

“.. why d’you got my shit?” He takes a deep breath, just like his therapist told him to, trying not to jump to conclusions.

“You always leave your shit here— I’ve got an entire drawer. You’ve even got a toothbrush and face razor in my bathroom.” You challenge, holding up a pair of boxers you’ve just found in the basket.

Katsuki blinks. He has been over a lot. But it’s only because you can’t take care of yourself— you’d die! The blonde runs through memories of cup ramen and expired snacks in your fridge and pantry. His eyes roll.

“Well, I need my shit, brat.” He chooses to say instead.

You glance at the TV to see two of the girls arguing over what food to have at a party. Typical, there’s always that one bitch who wants fruit at a candy land themed party.

“Go for it, it’ll end up back here anyways-“ you chortle and toss a pair of clean boxers his way “-you’re over five days a week.”

Ruby orbs narrow, brows furrowing as he takes playful offense to your statement. A grin plasters across his face and he leans in.

“Wouldn’t have to if a certain shithead could take care of herself, now would i?” Katsuki taunts and assumes victory. He looks proud of himself.

Your brows shoot to your hairline and you laugh wildly. The task at hand half forgotten, fingers reaching into the basket to grab a random article of clothing and throw it at his head.

“Oh please, you come here for back rubs and head scratches.” The teasing tone of your voice has his eyes rolling. Hard.

Katsuki looks down at the fallen fabric and snorts. Big hands put the pink, scallop trim panties in the basket to your right while he formulates a good answer.

You’re not completely wrong.. but you can’t know that.

“Nah I c’mere cause’ you’ll get a scurvy if I don’t.” He lies, grabbing a towel to fold.

Banter continues on and off through the night. He talks shit on the show you’re watching but gets invested anyways. Like always. A plate of steaming curry is served for dinner and afterwards you show him to the stash of his items stored away in your bedroom.

He grumbles and flushes a peachy tone, throwing most of the items in his bag. He leaves two or three pairs, though.

You get lectured again on groceries even though he’s the one that cooks. And, now? There’s a grocery list on your fridge that says “k: bringing order on Monday” in not too-pretty handwriting.

Katsuki finds himself basking in the warmth of your hands later. Pretty fingers rub his taut muscles and tug at the roots of his hair. Nails drag up and down, up and down his shoulder and back casually. He’s out like a light in minutes.

He wakes up and chooses to ignore that he’s already left another set of clothing in your laundry basket.

[hwaseonghwasworld]

Arranged marriage chapter 5: “Honeymoon”

Summary: being a popular model isn't enough for Y/n’s parents so they decided to get her married with a 6’1”, protective male who is also a mafia, all the secrets and lies everyone kept from her will soon come into the light, what happens once the truth comes out?

Yunho x Reader

Word Count: 850

Genre: series Mafia au!, Smut, Fluff, Angst, Media au!

Warnings: murder, graphic violence, kidnapping, cursing

Updates: Probably Thursday at 7pm BST

I asked Yunho sarcastically, "I thought married couples go somewhere alone for honeymoons," and he responded, "It's just for today doll, our honeymoon is tomorrow." I rolled my eyes at him for calling me doll, but since he's now my husband, I nodded. I didn't want to go on a honeymoon with this man, I barely know him. He helped while we were driving to my house to get my clothes for the honeymoon.

"Your dad told your manager about our honeymoon, so you don’t need to model today" Yunho stated, "but I have to model." "Wait, my dad spoke to Harin, and he didn't call me?" I ask him, perplexed. I glanced at him and realised he was lying about my dad talking to Harin. "Harin. Do you mean the person who witnessed me swap with his wife?” His glance at me confirmed my concerns that it was a lie.

"Ok let me call him right now" Yunho grabbed my arm in which I was holding my phone, our gazes locked, and he snatched my phone and performed something with it, asking, "What are you doing?" "Call me whenever you feel unsafe or if you need anything" "why would I feel unsafe?" I looked at him, still holding my phone, as he said, "It's just to keep you safe." I nodded, and as soon as we arrived at Yunho's house, Yunho's guys placed my things in a room.

"Where are you gonna sleep?" "And where am I going to sleep?" he asked, pointing to this bed. He pointed to the bed and said, "right here" I laughed a little, believing he was joking, but I could see the sincerity in his face "were married doll, we're not gonna sleep in separate rooms"

“Yunho I barely know you” “come on go get your pajamas on” Yunho took his shirt off making me cover my face and turned around “what are you doing!!” “I’m getting changed” “yeah, in front of me” “you’re my wife” he grabbed my shoulders and turned me around he took my hand away from my eyes so I could see him “keep your eyes on me doll” he kissed me and I look at him in complete shock. “WHY DID YOU KISS ME!!” He looks at me smiling “can’t I kiss my wife?” I push him off me and went into the bathroom and got changed.

As soon as I walked back out Yunho was sat on the bed looking at me “Y/n what happened on your birthday” my mood changed “did Hyunjin tell you” he nodded telling me how he just said that I forgot stuff. “Can you tell me what happened?” He beckoned me to come sit with him so I did hut I kept a distance, “when I was 19 I got hit by a car and hit my head on the concrete, they thought I was gonna die since I lost a lot of blood but I just lost my memory and tried to get as much of it back.” I didn’t want to talk about it anymore so I decided to just fall asleep, Yunho sighed and lied down aswell.

The next day we woke up and we were on our way to Japan, it was just gonna be me and him, we went to Osaka and it was beautiful, I knew some Japanese so I was the one who told the register about the booking. We got into the hotel room and i look at the scenery since it’s so pretty.

“Are you ok?” I nodded, walking towards the door and looking back at Yunho “are you coming or no” Yunho walked out with me and we went on a date, we went to a restaurant and I felt uncomfortable because right behind me and Yunho was 3 buff body guards, “what’s up doll, are you ready to order?” “Yunho why are there body guards here!?” “It’s just for protection doll, there’s no need to worry.”

I nodded knowing that he could protect me anyway, I just didn’t want my first date to look like this “Y/n I’m a huge fan can, I get your signature?” The body guards pulled him away “yeah sure” I put my arms out to get the photocard from him we were speaking Japanese so Yunho couldn’t understand what I was saying, I sign the photo card and smiled at the fan as he said thank you “is he your husband?” “Yes” I smile and nodded as Yunho looked jealous and ignored the fan, the fan walked away after thanking me one last time.

“You didn’t have to be so rude to my fan” “I didn’t even do anything” “exactly” I pointed out as he was just ignoring the nice fan. “Be nice next time” Yunho just kept a straight face and looked at the menu “what do you what to get doll?” “Can you even speak Japanese?” Yunho fries and I nodded knowing the answer. “How do you know to speak Japanese?” “Setsuna” “she taught us all Japanese” we ordered our food and we were just talking.

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[forgeofthenine]

I got bit by another idea bug and I blame you for reblogging the “Single Dad Dammon” post. I see that and raise you “Tav and Dammon were together before the fall and got separated because Tav was away when the city fell”. (The Tav in the scenario that bit me is not a tiefling, mainly because mine isn’t but this narrative does also work with a tief Tav)

And then when they’re freed from the hells, he has no idea how to find you and you have no idea how to find him. But gods you try. You follow every scrap of a rumor once you’re done grieving and manage to pull yourself together when you can accept that yes, for now (only for now, it can only be for now, please gods don’t let this be life from now on) your husband and child are gone. You chase every thread of hope until there’s nothing left to give and then you move onto the next. The old adventuring instincts you buried when you put away your weapons and armor come screaming back to life from where they went dormant the second you found yourself caught by a pair of eyes like the sunrise over the horizon.

And then you get the word that the city is back and you immediately turn and start running home. But before you can make it there you here word about the city exiling all the tieflings and you can only force yourself to march on, listening for any word of where they may be headed while a white hot rage burns in your chest at the thought of your family going through yet more hardship.

You finally learn that the exiles are heading to Baulder’s Gate and you make your way there, beating the crowds and finding a place to live in the city. (You’ve amassed a small fortune in your recent travels, but it was already a struggle to force yourself just to survive and frivolities held no joy. The only exception was if some little bauble or trinket caught your eye that you thought either of them would enjoy.)

You spend days checking with those managing the influx of refugees, checking multiple times a day for if their names have come though with no results. Logically, in the part of your mind that has to know these things, not everyone who disappeared would have survived Avernus. Ever more have probably fallen on the journey to a new home. But you can’t think about that. They will make it, you will hold them again. You will. (You dont know what you’ll do if you can’t)

One day you overhear some of the newer arrivals talking about the troubles on the road with the goblins and the Absolute’s cult and this is a problem you can help with. You had no way to get to the hells and save your family, never mind rescue your entire city (because as much as you want to, as much as you would want to take your family and run, you would have to try) but goblins and cultists? These are mortal issues that can be solved by mortal means. So you once again put away your sensible clothes, you lock up your new home and task a neighbor with watching it while you’re away and head off, newly armed.

Your maybe a day or two from the city when you get snatched by the Nautiloid and now you have a whole new host of problems to deal with and as much as you wish you could abandon everything and keep searching, you’re no good to anyone dead or a mindflayer. And so you gather your new companions and march on.

Back at the Grove, Dammon is as settled as they can be when your hosts are already planning to chase them from the only safe refuge they’ve had in recent memory. The Archdruid who championed their stay is gone and Zevlor isn’t making any headway with Kagha. Now the goblins are literally at their door again and they’re just waiting until the druids push them into their arms when a ruckus at the gate swells and then suddenly ends. The sounds of battle outside fade to nothing and the gate is opened.

Those that left with Halsin rush in first, followed at a more sedate pace by your party. You have your talk with Zevlor and learn that this is another group of refugees from Elturel. It takes a moment for your heart to catch up with your mind after the conversation ends and suddenly you’re moving, scanning every face you pace, looking for those eyes. The sounds of the world fade away as your ears are full of nothing but a roaring. You pass the training area, your companions following you worriedly. One shouts your name as you head into the common area the tieflings are sharing and Dammon head snaps up at the sound. Your eyes track the movement as a result of years of habit and there he is.

Your reunion is slow, you’ve never been one for big showy emotions but that does nothing to stop the tears from beginning to pour from your eyes as you abruptly start forward towards him.

Dammon is frozen as you walk towards him. He slowly puts down his tools and takes off his apron, convinced that every move he makes will wipe away the mirage he’s sure you are. And yet you’re still there, still walking towards him. He can see the tears and he longs to wipe them away. Then you’re in front of him and you don’t know which one of you reaches for the other first but you hold each other so tight you know there’ll be bruises. It’s only when your child runs up to you and cries out for you that you separate for a moment and come back together again, the three of you bundled tightly with Dammon holding you both so securely that you wondered how you hadn’t fallen apart without him.

I can honestly see it going either way after that, either Dammon joins your camp (because like hell is he letting you run off without them so soon. And you may as well be together anyway, the last time he and your child stayed behind for safety the hells opened up and swallowed their city.)

Or you separate with plans to meet up in Baulder’s Gate once you’re safe again and then reuniting at the Last Light instead. He confess how guilty he feels for running with your child, how others might have been saved if he stayed but he couldn’t take that risk. You hold him while he shakes with his guilt and kiss his brow, his cheeks, his lips, whatever you can while you thank you for saving your child and himself. 🪻

I'm honestly so obsessed with this you won't even believe-

The idea of a short trip separating you from loved ones for weeks, not even knowing if they're alive or if you might see them again. That sweet relief of reuniting (and the palpable confusion of the rest of your group), the needing to figure out 'whats next?'

I'd honestly love a way for Tavs to have a previous connection to existing NPCs (other than durge and Orin/Gortash), even if just from a roleplaying perspective. I adore this though, I always love seeing what you send in flower anon <3

[that1emowitch]

Villain - Chapter 6: Arkham Knight

Chapter links: Ch. 1, Ch. 2, Ch.3, Ch. 4, Ch. 5, Ch.6

Summary:

Jason escapes Arkham on his own and starts planning out his villain arc.

A/N

Guys just so you know, Jason in this timeline is actually Red Hood, but I'm just using the persona of Arkham Knight as Jay's villain self. He's not gonna do the things AK!Jason did.

Pov of Jason Todd, about a few hours after the last chapter.

I don’t want to go to lunch. Some part of me just wants to let me starve. If I’m going to die again, I’d rather it be on my terms than because the Rogue Gallery beat me to death. But the guards drag me there anyway.

A more rational side of me knows lunch is my best chance to escape.

Not that I have much of a chance anyway. Even with my enhanced healing from the Pit, it’d take me at least a few days of rest to completely recover.

Good thing I don’t have to completely recover for my plan to work.

When the guards force me onto a seat in the canteen and shove a plate of slop in front of me, I take a look around. As expected, all the Rogues coming in are looking at me, but they’re still being escorted by their guards. Right now, they can’t really harm me much.

This is my chance.

I suddenly throw my elbows back, catching both my escort guards in their groins, and quickly snatch a gun and card. A few bullets shoot towards me, but I dodge and make for the doorway. There are a huge number of guards coming after me, with reinforcements on the way, but the two dozen or so guards escorting other inmates, according to standard procedure, are stuck bringing their charges back to their cells so they don’t try to escape either. I can sense another fight going on, between Bane and the guards, but I pay it no mind.

Instead, I make my way out of the door, straight to the locker room where I’m certain all my equiptment’s locked up. I’m running purely on adrenaline, ignoring my legs screaming in agony. I shoot every damn person in my way, making full use of my League training, until I find myself in the locker room. I barricade the door behind me, making sure no one can follow. 

The alarms blaring are now being accompanied by the sound of the whole place being locked down, but it’s nothing a few bombs couldn’t solve.

I find my equipment soon enough and quickly suit up. As I pull on my jacket and helmet, I suddenly feel much less claustrophobic, like the familiarity of the suit is granting me safety. 

Obviously, they don’t just leave bombs lying around in Arkham, but they haven’t found those hidden in my helmet. My trusty guns are gone, I’ll have to make do without them.

It takes me less than a second to blow up the wall. I feel the fresh, cool air, and immediately start running in the direction of the wall surrounding the prison. For some reason, there aren’t as many guards around me as I expected. That’s when I see huge plants breaking away at a wall in the distance, with an armada of guards fighting them, but I don’t wait around to find out what’s going on. 

What happens next feels like a blur— like I’m relying completely on my instincts to get me to safety. I’m vaguely aware of killing a few guards, blowing up another wall, stealing a car, driving to my safe house, then collapsing on the floor.

When I wake up I’m lying in a dried pool of my own blood. Seeing that jerks me awake instantly. My wounds mostly seem to have healed, but I can see a bullet wound I’ll have to reopen to dig the bullet out.

Fuck.

The memories come back to me in a wave— Batman putting me in Arkham, the Rogues, the J— NO!  

I lean against a nearby chair, pulling myself up and shaking the thoughts ut of my head.

First things first. I need to clean up. This is a fucking mess. And I need to know the date.

I check my phone— I’ve been unconscious for 2 days. That’s two days wasted. Quietly scolding myself, I move to clean up the area, getting it done in a matter of minutes.

My stomach’s growling, but my thoughts are elsewhere— the Batman. Bruce. The man who pretended to be my father, then replaced me the moment I was gone, didn’t even bother to avenge me. When I came back he pretended to love me again, just to throw me out the moment I broke his precious rule. Him and his little nest of birds. All fakers.

I slam my fist down on the counter, making a slight dent. I hate them.

I need a plan, I decide. The last time I did this, I made Bruce choose between me and the Joker. He chose the fucking Joker over me! That should’ve been my sign to get far, far away from this shitshow.

“You’re not leaving Gotham,” I whisper to myself. “There’s too many people here who need the Red Hood— the kids , Jason, think about the kids! ”

A snort escapes me as I realise I’m talking to myself. I really have gone crazy, haven’t I?

“You need your revenge,” I continue anyway. Talking out loud, for some reason, makes me feel less alone . “Something to make sure the Bats never haunt you again.”

There’s only one sureshot way to guarantee that, but another voice, deep in my mind whispers, No! We’re not killing them.

For some reason, I agree. But there are other ideas I have. I pull out a notebook from one of my hidden drawers and start scribbling down a name: Arkham Knight.

Arkham’s what started this phase in my life, it should get some credit.

Maybe Batsy will finally get a villain worthy of him.

[six-white-venus]

How to build the perfect imposter

Step one: smile and nod, smile and nod, smile and nod when someone accuses you of doing something you weren’t even aware of. Just apologize, because you probably did do it.

(refer: memory 1278 that’s located along with the ones that happened 418 weeks ago.

your aunt’s lens is dumped in the dustbin and she says you did it. you swear to your mom, amma, amma believe me please, i didn’t even go near it. but your words are worth lesser than the discarded lens and you think back now: i’m being silly. i probably did do it. right?)

Step two: Don’t cry, don’t you even dare to let a single tear slip out of your eye when words are thrown at your plump frame like darts. Just let the grown ups enjoy the game, sweetheart. Don’t be sensitive! If they call you fat or jibe that your skin is too dark for you to be pretty and that oh, your mom looks like your younger sister! it’s all in good fun!

Step 3: learn to cover your tongue with lies and shun the sweet taste of your mother tongue. relish the bitterness your forked tongue basks in and hold in the truth that claws your insides and rips up all your organs, throwing a tantrum to be let out. Hold it all in, liar, and spin me one of your bitter lies.

(try this simple experiment at home to understand this step better:

 Cough up the blood pooling in your stomach on your phone screen when you’re fourteen and watch with morbid fascination as it forms into all the truth you have shoved inside your fragile body for so long.

I feel so empty all the goddamn time

I think i want to kill myself

Hit send and hear your mom gasp as she snatches the phone away from your grasp to read the text. Your parents interrogate you in a locked room. what is happening, they ask. There’s copper in your mouth and you want to spit it out at your feet but instead, you swallow. You swallow and say ‘i was just forwarding a message another friend sent to me’ and weave another one of your pretty little lies. Watch your father fall prey to it and grin. your teeth are bloody.)

Step four: and when you can’t contain the smell of death coming from the hollows of your chest no more, go to the psychiatrist farthest from your home, one that your father used to see. Lo and behold! You have now learnt that the man who gave birth to you hated this godforsaken world once upon a time, too!

(memory 78,98,430, dated 156 weeks ago-

You sit before the psychiatrist as he diagnoses you with major depressive disorder. You roll the syllables on your tongue and think you haven’t uttered something so beautiful in so long. You go home and while your family mourns, you hide your smile under the palm of your hand.

see? i was not lying.)

Step five: tell the whole damn world about it. amma, amma do you believe me now? I’m all messed up in the head, amma. The doctor says so himself! watch as the days pass by and your health gets worse and your prescription gets more and more colourful and your laugh gets louder and louder. see? see? I’m not fake and overdramatic, my antidepressants agree! find happiness when you see that you are no longer the only one who can smell the end and death and rot rising from your flesh. i’m not faking it. i’m not faking it. right?

Step six: if you have followed the above steps correctly, you will experience the following:

crushing guilt 

the fear of people jumping out from behind the screen and yelling “liar! cheater! faker!”

pounding your fists on the pavements and watching your knuckles paint it red as you chant: i’m not lying i’m not lying i’m not lying i’m actually sad i’m really sick please believe me why can’t you believe me why can’t i believe me?

And if you do, congrats! You have built the perfect imposter and it has been you all along, hasn’t it?

[seresinhangmanjake]

"“You know, I’ve been told I’m a phenomenal learner,” you hear, but it’s a much deeper sound than the curly-haired woman at your side is able to produce. The unexpected addition makes the sip of soda in your mouth travel down the wrong pipe, throwing you into a coughing fit.", "“Oh, shit,” the voice rushes out, snatching a napkin from the next booth and thrusting it in your face. You take it to muffle the sharp choking noises fighting their way out of your windpipe. “I didn’t mean to scare you.”" - oh, I love this!!! He just pops up!!! And then he is so sweet!

"It was almost two hours ago that you began feeling that same burning sensation from a couple of weeks ago, but you thought little of it, having scanned the room for him when you first arrived at the bar.", "He still found you. He still affects you." - I adore that you keep this sense of connection between them!!! It's so cool!!! And just adds so much to their relationship!!!

"“Fuck,” you mumble.", "“Name a time and a place, sweetheart, and I’m all yours.”" - hahahaha, this is so funny!!!

"There’s not a single uttering from the group of four as Lola and Gemma stare at you and Jake staring at each other. Neither of you is willing to break eye contact, and the tension becomes heavy, like rich honey—thick enough to drag your finger through." - your descriptions are amazing!!!!! So palpable!!!!!

"Jake shakes his head, clicks his tongue, and faces your table again. “Honestly, I know the feeling,” he says. His eyes connect with yours, puzzle pieces locking together until the burn starts to sear too deep and you have to look away. “It’s a tough spot to be in,” he continues. “And I can’t in good conscience move in on the girl whose laugh has made another man blush three times within the last hour.”" - this is just so sweet! I love the way you write Jake so much!!!

"You chew on your lip, trying to ignore his pull.", "Jake smiles; another thing you don’t have to see to know it’s there. You feel that grin just from its power alone." - again, I love the way you write their connection!!!

"You don’t know what he’s thinking. You remind yourself that you don’t care." - this is such a great detail!!! Just the slow surfacing interest and attraction!!! Love it!!!

"He sighs and drops eye contact. Like it’s too hard to maintain. Like he’s ashamed or confused or contemplating, or all three. Then he wets his bottom lip with a dart of his tongue; he draws that lip between his teeth, biting down; he barely shakes his head before he rejoins your gazes." - YOUR!!! DESCRIPTIONS!!!!! A-MAZ-ING!!!!

"“Because I look at you now, and I don’t understand how it was possible,” he admits." - I am MELTING!!!! This is so touching!!!!

"For a man you’ve witnessed succeed in his every attempt at wooing women until you, you won’t deny that what he’s doing is gutsy and, you suppose, unworthy of being shamed. He’s resilient, determined, and you have great respect for perseverance, but in this case, it's not sufficient to rearrange your perception of him." - yesss!!!! The respect!!!! Love it!!!! What all good relationships are based on!!!

"He smiles; not broadly, not boastfully, but gently, sweetly, as if reliving a memory. “I asked Penny after you left that night,” he tells you. “It’s beautiful. Suits you.”" - again, I am MELTING!!!!

"Your woven arms tighten, pointed nails digging into your bicep. Don’t shiver, you command your body. Don’t show the tingling chill he just shot up your spine and through your limbs. You try swallowing through the ghost-like grip he suddenly has on your throat. The light grasp of wispy fingers that don’t aim to choke, but simply rest around the column. Possessive but not controlling. Also not really there. And you don’t appreciate the growing strength of his power to touch you without you being within reaching distance." - the description!!!! Beautiful!!! And again, this show of connection is amazing!!! And I love that you keep the magical feeling to it!!!

"He steps closer. His arm moves toward you, hand prepared to plant itself on your forearm, but at the last second, he thinks better of it and drops that limb back to his side. His fingers ball into a fist that tightens and loosens and tightens and loosens. He doesn’t know that you see him doing it, and then it stops. “Look, when you said that you're not my type, you were right. You were right. You're not right anymore. You only weren't my type because I'd never seen you before.” He takes a breath. “But I know I could swear that up and down, right here, right now, and you wouldn't believe me; not really; maybe not at all. So I have to prove it, don't I? I have to earn it.”" - this whole section is amazing!!!! The action, how Jake thinks better of touching her and how he is so respectful too and how he knows that he has to earn her trust and interest and her time!!! I love it!!!! Beautiful!!!

This whole chapter is AMAZING!!!!!

Thank you so much ☺️ 💓 This makes me glad I wrote part 2. It didn't seem like people liked it and one comment wasn't even about the story at all so I was kind of feeling like I shouldn't even bother.

[thechaoticfanartist]

“These were removed from both clone troopers,” Shaak Ti explained, showing Palpatine the chips, she was about to hand them to him, when suddenly Grim snatched them from her hands. “Padawan!” She exclaimed.

“No,” said Grim, shaking her head. She seemed frantic. “No,” she repeated again. She wasn’t sure what exactly she was saying no to. She just couldn’t let Palpatine have his hands on the one thing she had that could save the Jedi.

“Padawan Kennet, please pass those to me,” the Chancellor told her.

“No,” Grim said again - this time she knew why. “No. These need to go to the Jedi Council, not you.”

“Grim, the Chancellor-” Shaak Ti started.

“I don’t care!” said Grim, cutting her off. “Master Ti, you have to trust me.”

“Grim…” Shaak Ti started again.

She held the chips close to her chest. She wasn’t sure what she was doing. Was she going to run off to the Temple? Master Ti was on the Council, surely she would understand. Grim wasn’t sure, she was panicking. She just couldn’t let Palpatine have the chips.

“Padawan Kennet, I need you to hand me those. I promise they will be in good care,” the Chancellor told her. Was he trying to calm her down? Was that supposed to comfort her?

Grim only felt the panic rise in her more. “No,” she said again. “No.” She shook her head frantically. “No.” Her entire mind was screaming.

“Young Jedi, I promise you-” he started to say again. Another lie to keep up appearances. Did he think he could actually fool her because of her vulnerable state?

If he did, he was wrong. She was stepping further back. She tripped over something and fell on the floor. She dropped the chips. She looked at Palpatine with eyes full of fear. A memory flashed in the back of her mind.

Grim stumbled over some furniture (she swore that it wasn’t there before,) and landed on the ground, dropping her lightsaber.

“You’re not going anywhere,” Sidious told her, his lightsaber pointed at her neck.

She felt like she was going to be sick. She tried to tell herself that he couldn’t do anything to her. Both of them were protected by the fact that other people were around. While that gave her very little options to resist him, it also meant he couldn’t harm her. The two of them were at a stalemate.

Palpatine picked up the chips. With his free hand he offered to help the Padawan back up. Grim stared at it as if Force Lightning would come out. She knew logically he couldn’t attack her. But the fear hadn’t gone away yet. Part of her mind had become trapped in her previous fights with the Sith. Which had locked her into fight or flight.

Grim took a deep breath. He can’t hurt me. If I can’t hurt him, he can’t hurt me. I’m safe right now. As long as other people are around neither of us can do anything. She reminded herself. Reluctantly she accepted his help.

“I am terribly sorry that I frightened you,” he told her, sounding genuinely apologetic and concerned. It would have almost fooled her.

She nodded her head in acknowledgement. She felt as if she had been in battle and needed to catch her breath. She couldn’t let her guard down though.

- The Clone Wars Gets A New Victim, Part III: The Rain, Chapter 29: The Final Chance

[black--sun]

Ichigo scans the paper around long strands of orange hair, mind whirring as his eyes travel over the delicately formed words. Carefully written as always, even when she’s in a hurry. It makes it hard to tell how quickly she scrawled the note. But a note of any sort takes time, so she had time. He can’t detect even a hint of duress. Yuzu had known he’d be scared and angry, so she’d reassured him straight away.

His attention drops along the words following to Godfather to stay away to candy.

Fucking candy. What the absolute hell? There’s no way they survived every creeping figure in the night, every hungry, predatory grin, and open car door— only to fall for the oldest, child-snatching ploy ever. He knows they’re smarter than that.

He has the faintest memory of a man with a funny hat and funny shoes. An old man he’d thought, because his father hadn’t needed a cane to get around. He’d liked him. But that Ichigo had liked a lot of people.

Ichigo flips the paper. Nothing on the other side.

He goes back over the note. Hasn’t even had time to take his jacket off before Ichigo folds the paper and shoves it into his pocket, leaving the food he brought on the table and going out the way he came in, locking the door behind him. He has has to tug it the right direction to get it to shut, but he likes that it makes it hard to open.

Even as he strides and checks over his shoulder, he’s going over that wording. They didn’t feel safe. The words prick like tiny, hollow needles working their way in his diaphragm.

For how long? How long had they been scared and he hadn’t even noticed? Hadn’t asked because there was nothing he could do anyway. An uncomfortable squirming starts in his stomach, but he stomps it down. Pushes it back. He can be pissed at himself later.

Ichigo pauses as he rounds a corner and the shop comes into view. He eyes the layout. The place seems to fit well into its space. As if the city grew to fill in around it. And it probably has. The bushes are older, taller. It looks both similar and different to the last time he left, back when he was still holding onto his mother’s hand and walking to their sleek, family car. He hadn’t understood the tension at the time. He’s not sure he understands it now.

None of that stops him advancing up the steps and gripping the door to toss it open. It’s a shop, he doesn’t wait for an invitation to enter or to start his search, but he wouldn’t have even if it hadn’t been. “Hey, Yuzu! Karin! Time to go!”

Dear Onii-chan,

the note read. It had been left tucked between the pages of their favorite book; their secret place for leaving notes to one another in this hovel, ever since the three had huddled together here for safety.

We didn't want you to worry when you came home and couldn't find us, but we are safe. Karin got a bad feeling about some people that were followng us, and we were about to run, but then someone else came to help. Do you remember our Godfather, Urahara Kisuke? I know Mom and Dad stopped talking to him when we were little, and told us to stay away, but he's actually really nice! He walked us back to his shop and gave us candy. Now he says we can stay there whenever you aren't here so we aren't afraid. So if you're looking for us, you can find us there. Love, Yuzu

@black--sun

[falcor-thee-luck-dragon]

Hello There Beautiful

Druig x (f)eternal reader

Summary: After a long time parted from the Eternals and your lover, Druig. Do they show up for a not so anticipated family reunion. 

Warning: fluff, fighting, implied smut, friendly fire we got it all, oh more fluff (we rated S for spoilers)

Masterlist

1348 A.D. - Outskirts of France

"I don't like this place." Mutters Druig as you crouch down to set a fire in the hearth of your small house in the rural hills of France, far away from people and the stench of death within the cities.

"You never like anywhere we go." You say over your shoulder as you snap your fingers over the  logs and dry straw to create a spark of lightening.

You can't see when Druig gives you a look, "I do. However not here."

"Is it because of the plague?" You muse as a flame catches to the dry straw.

"That and the people here. They're insufferable Y/N."

"I know they are." You tell him, standing now while making your way to stand in front of him, "But we cannot stop what they do no matter how much it kills us inside. So, would you do the honor of having a drink with me to forget all our troubles we cannot stop?"

He tilts his head at you like a curious wolf, "What's the occasion?"

"Tonight. It's just us."

"That's most nights." He teases.

"Yes. But specifically tonight I want to have a drink and well...see where that gets me." You gift him a wink before parting from his side to find where your hidden bottle of wine is stored.

Druig watches you go with growing anticipation for what the night may bring him. Just the two of you in this big house, no tired travelers, no other visiting eternals, no one else. Just you and him. His dearly beloved Y/N, favorite of them all, soulmate to the end of time and beyond. The only one he can tolerate, and more importantly the only one he likes to have around.

Just you.

Druig leans on the back of a lounge chair as you crouch down by an old wooden chest, "How do you know it's even good?" He asks.

"It's from Greece. Makkari got it for me last time she was here."

He hums in thought, "So it's good then?"

You hold up the bottle of wine, "It better be." You stand and snatch two glasses from the counter, "Cause if it's not I'm going to be both disappointed and drunk."

"Can't have that." He takes the bottle from you and pops it open, he holds the bottle up to his nose, "Smells good at least."

"But the real question. Does it taste good?"

Druig smirks, he fills your glass and then his. The two of you pick up your glasses of red wine, "Lets find out, shall we my dear?"

You clink your glasses together, "We shall."

And with that do you both take a sip, bringing the drinks from your lips do you smile and take another sip. Lasting a bit longer this time which causes Druig to laugh as you lick your lips. "Slow down Y/N we have all night." He chuckles.

"We have this whole giant bottle. I'll be fine, you'll be fine, I'm just trying to get lose you know? Forget the plague is happening right outside these doors."

"I know. But go slow I know how you get when you start drinking around me."

You raise a brow, "And how do I get hmm?"

He takes a sip, "Very touchy."

"I do not get very touchy."

"You do. Every time."

"When?"

He raises a brow this time, "Ikaris and Sersi's wedding. Let's just say they weren't the only ones having a fun filled evening."

"Oh."

"Yeah, oh." He teases as you nod and take another slow sip of wine.

He remembers that night all too well, and what an absolute incredibly pleasant memory it is. A day of laughter, entertainment, family, music, food, fun, festivities, and making love to you for the first time. In a quiet place far away from the guests and other eternals, a small tent by the water. What a time that was.

He sips his own wine as you do the same, when your eyes both lock onto one another do you smile, "Want to sit by the fire? I'll read a book."

"I'd love that."

—— Present Day - Whitehorse, Yukon - Canada

200 years is a long time. Centuries and decades coming to pass like water down a river on its destination to the far away ocean. An even farther away future, yet one that is inevitable, one that has come for you whether you're ready for it or not. You always assumed this forthcoming, as it's only natural to understand that things do not last forever. However, you do....and so do your sworn enemies. Deviants.

Although you don't know that....yet.

Slamming the door of your truck, you turn to the young man who just offered and delivered his aid to put groceries in your vehicle. You didn't need the help at all, but he's kind and likes you to no end. Too bad you're taken, too bad your thousands of centuries older then him. And he'll never even know.

He gifts you a little smile as your dog, Trout, barks in the passenger seat indicting it's most definitely time to go. You give the grocery boy a nod, "Thanks for the help, see you around." You tell him in your particular accent he can't quite place the origin of.

"Bye Y/N, see you." He waves as you awkwardly nod again before swiftly walking around your truck to open it up and climb inside the drivers seat. Shutting the door and starting her up, leaving the parking lot of the local minimart as lovestruck lover boy watches you go. Poor kid, you think.

Trout barks again, you ruffle up the big husky's furry head as he wags his curled fluffy tail. The drive home takes about half an hour as you have chosen to stay away from the town of Whitehorse and her people within. This way you have a space all to yourself, a nice little homestead in the wilderness. Perfect for someone like you, and your dog of course.

Setting the last of the groceries in their designated areas, you shut a cupboard and as if on cue does the power go out. Leaving the house in a dull gloomy blue from the setting sun, it'd be rather comforting if not for how cold it could soon get. Thankfully you're more then prepared for this.

The click clacking of Trout's claws against the wooden floor of the hallway can be heard as he hustles into the kitchen. You pet his fur and shake your head at the lack of electricity running through the veins of the houses electric system. "This damn place, huh? Come on let's fix this shit again." Trout follows your lead as you open up the back door and walk outside into the evening light.

The clouds are a mix of grey, white, and blue when your eyes look up to the sky. A few lone stars stick out like dim beacons of light. Soon a chilled breeze blows your hair and Trout's fur about as you start heading for the generator around the corner of the house. Your gaze glances over the yard and farther away line of forest filled with pines of all shapes and sizes. Nothing weird, good. Standing right in front of the metal box of dead energy, you purse your lips together in irritation before kicking it with the tip of your boot like an upset child. A weak hit that doesn't even create another dent to add to all the other ones you've given it already.

Trout sniffs the grass around it. Your furry sleuth.

With a great bout of lackluster energy do you kick the metal side again , "Take that you stupid piece of shit." The generator does not do a thing.

"Fuck. Fine. Gotta do everything myself." You look down at Trout, "Shut up, I know I asked for this, not my fault everyone else are idiots."

Trout barks at you.

You wave him off, "I know, I know...everyone but Druid whatever you know what I mean. Okay now come here, get back I'm going to turn this bitch on." You stand back a little bit from the generator and direct Trout to sit by your side. He does.

"Watch this." You throw your arm forward, pointing only your pointer and middle finger to the metal object as white hot jagged lines of lightening emit from your fingertips. They dance brightly across the ground and straight into the generator, conveniently drawing it back to life and with that your house's electric. Lights shine through the windows.

Trout wags his tail as you turn to him and take a bow. He jumps to his four paws and barks excitedly as you laugh and begin heading towards your house's back door. When you make it to the two stone steps leading to the entrance does Trout release a steady growl from deep within his throat. You freeze.

Taking a breath do you turn around and face the thick woods of pine trees and other leafy green shrubbery of the Yukon bush. The tree line stands a good half football field away yet you cannot see what lingers hidden within the branches of pine. Trout's fur stands up straight, he growls and does not break eye contact with one specific spot near the tallest pine tree.

You take a step forward and place a hand on his shoulder, "Easy boy." He bears his fangs to the tree. The green bristles sway unnaturally like something has accidentally brushed past it, you know otherwise. Suddenly Trout barks and as if on cue does a huge Deviant burst forth from the pines like a bat out of hell.

The open jaw of razor sharp teeth chomps as big claws slice against the earth while the huge blundering bastard rushes towards the two of you. A beast in likeness to that of a fucked up wolf, except this one is way uglier and bigger, not to mention has spikes coming out of its spine. And two very unnerving looking eyes.

It jumps, claws ready like ten daggers when you open your palm to the sky and instantly does a force field of golden light surround yourself and Trout. The Deviant slams into the golden protection and falls to the ground hard, dazed and clearly not anticipating that at all. You step out from the force field and immediately electrocute the wolffish Deviant that convulses and cries out from the intensive pain.

Then just like does it go still as a statue. Trout runs out from the golden half sphere to sniff at the beast. Your force field dissipates as you grab your dogs collar, "No stupid, what are you doing? That thing will kill you!" You urge as Trout barks at the dead Deviant when without warning does it twitch, sending a spike for your dog.

You instantly step in front of him and are shanked in the side by a spike from the half alive Deviant. Trout yips and books it towards the house as you yelp in pain before thrusting a chain of lightening right into its body. The Deviant flies backwards across the grass leaving a trail of blood from the heart you just exploded from within its now visibly open chest.

You suck in a deep breath and hold your bleeding side, "Fuck!" You shout angrily before looking down at the damage. Your shirt has a bloody stain of deep red coming forth from the jagged hole in your flesh. More blood seeps out from the injury. "Oh for the love of...are you seeing this Trout? Look at what that bastard did to me, here goes another scar for the canvas. Fucking hell, I thought we killed them all."

Trout barks as you apply pressure to the area.

You purse your lips together and point two fingers at the bloody wound, "Be tough, be tough, be tough." You tell yourself before cauterizing the flesh with one touch, letting out a pained scream afterwards that no doubt has some ravens flying for the hills.

Your loyal husky races to your side in deeply confused worry, kneeling down do you pet his head, "It's okay boy, I'm okay. Just a little hurt nothing too bad, I've had it worse before trust me." He licks your hand. "I know, come on let's get inside and some dinner yeah? I think that one was it."

You stand and glance warily around, "I hope that's it."

The next morning do you dress and change the gauze over your wound that still bleeds just a little bit. Bruised and tender it remains, can't change that unfortunately. You have some tea and give Trout his bowl of morning dog food, and a little piece of your apple since he loves apples for some odd reason.

You set your tea in your lap and sit at the giant window where there is space for a cushion and some pillows. You love to watch the birds and deer wander by from this spot while peacefully drinking your tea as you forget about the problems of the world. Forget about everything and everyone. Just you and the forest.

Trout suddenly rises from his doggy bed and freezes like he's trying to listen really hard for something. You tense up at his reaction, really not keen on facing off with another goddamn Deviant of all creatures. Especially now.

Your big husky sniffs the air before barking loudly and racing down the hallway for the front door. You sigh and jump up, setting your tea on a table top before swiftly putting your boots on before quietly walking down the hallway towards your barking dog. Trout jumps and paws at the door, wanting to go outside more then ever before. Your brows furrow at this, you can't see whatever lingers outside as this door has one window and that's covered by a curtain.

However if this was a Deviant you're sure it would have crashed violently into the house by now. This is different. You reach your hand out to turn the knob but pause with your hand on the cool metal. You take a breath before turning it and opening the wooden door to a sight you never had anticipated. Nor are you excited for.

Trout on the other hand races forward towards Sersi who smiles and kneels down to pet the excited husky like they're a pair of old friends. You hold your tongue for the moment and walk out onto your porch before slowly walking across the wooden planks to the two steps leading into the grass.

Ikaris smiles a friendly grin as he gives a wave, you take a couple more steps then stop and open your palm to the seven of them as a small spark dances across your fingers, they all halt in their tracks. "Stay right the fuck there." No one moves as you whistle for Trout to return, he does. You set your hands on your hips, looking rather unenthusiastic, "Well someone better be dead or the worlds about to end for you all to just show up like this."

Ikaris purses his lips together and shares a glance with Sersi before his eyes are on you again, "That's why we're here actually."

"For which one?"

Seri steps forward, a sympathetic look on her face, "It's Ajak....she's..." Sersi looks deeply troubled, you know exactly what's coming next, "....she's dead, Y/N." You pray the other missing Eternals are not sharing a similar fate.

"Where's Gilgamesh? Makkari?"

"Makkari is fine." Says Ikaris as Thena looks rather dismal.

"Gilgamesh died protecting us." Adds Sersi with another solemn look.

You frown, eyes turning towards the ground in sorrow before they find Sersi's again, "Well that's some real shit news. Can't you come with something better then that?"

Sprite shrugs, "We brought your grumpy boyfriend." Druig.

"You did?" Your eyes immediately shift between the clumped seven of them until he steps from out of the group to gift you with a handsome grin. "Oh, you did. Well that was probably smart because I really don't want to talk to any of you and now I'm sad. Just uh, just make yourself at home I'll be inside in a minute."

"Cool." Says Sprite as she casually walks past you, "Can I pet your dog?"

"Sure."

"Nice."

She leaves to go inside as Ikaris and Sersi look like they're about to speak with you before Phastus pulls them away. A smart decision. You then nod at Thena and Kingo who nod respectfully back as you stand your ground alone while they make for your front door. And then goes some short Indian man with a camera who trails after them.

Your heart picks up at the sight of Druig before you, still standing a short distance away from where you remain in the grass. He smirks with a tilt of his head before walking in your direction as you do the same, a growing joy upon your own face that you had otherwise not even noticed before. He's still so handsome, face just as you'd remembered 200 years ago and a smile to light up the sun.

Druig bites his lower lip, "Hello there beautiful. Miss me Y/N?" He teases as you shake your head, wrapping him in your arms as he does the same. Holding your body against him so tightly he would undoubtedly choose never to let you go if fate would allow him. You don't even notice the irritation in your side.

After a long embrace do the two of you finally pull away to see each other fully now. You touch his cheek softly before pressing your lips to his for a short moment. You part from his lips to look at him, "I got a dog."

Druig laughs sweetly, "I saw. God you're still so adorable." He squeezes your sides, "I missed you so much." You can't help but make a muffled gasp of discomfort by the touch to your hidden wound when he puts just a bit too much pressure. Druig's face shifts to deep concern, "What is it?"

You pat his chest and shrug, "Oh uh, just an injury to my side, nothing too wild."

"Y/N!" Shouts Sprite from the porch, "What's with the dead Deviant in the back?"

Druig gives you a look, you turn around to see her, "You know I was having a nice moment! And I told you all I'd be inside in a minute! Can I not get a second of peace here?"

"Apparently you've been having a couple moments! That thing is huge!"

"I know, it fucking stabbed me in the side!"

Her brows raise as Druig touches your shoulder, "It stabbed you? When? Are you okay Y/N, are you actually okay and not just telling me your fine when you're not?"

You shoo him off, "Yes I'm fine, just, oh come on I'm assuming you all want to know what happened." He's at a loss for words when you take his hand and lead him to your house where the others are waiting inside.

Once through the door does he stop and take a second to look around at your decently vacant homestead. Your brows furrow, "What?" You ask a bit self conscious he doesn't like the place.

He squeezes your hand, "I like it."

"You do?"

"Yeah, too cold up here for me but this place is nice. Although," He says sweetly in your ear, "I bet we could find a way to keep warm when the sun goes down." Lips just barely brushing past your skin. A shiver goes down your spine.

You take his jaw before kissing him, "Like our days in Tibet?"

"Exactly."

"Y/N!" Shouts Sprite from down the hallway as your head falls into Druig's chest. He laughs as you release a dramatic sigh of annoyance against his shirt.

You mumble through his jacket a grouchy, "What?"

She pops her head out from around the hallway corner, "Sersi wants to ask you some things but no one wants to tell you that so they made me do it."

Your head draws back from Druig's chest, "Tell them I'm coming, but it won't be in peace if they don't stop pestering me."

"Got it." And she's gone again.

Druig gently bumps his body into yours, "You're probably not going to want to hear what they have to say."

"I know. I already don't like what they told me."

"I didn't like it either."

"Well you don't happen to like much of what the others do or say to begin with."

"That is...yeah okay that's a fair point."

"I know it is, I know you." You give him a wink before leading him further down the hallway and into the kitchen where everyone is gathered about in their own particular spots. Trout sitting on the floor as Sprite pets him while she sits cross legged on a chair.

They all look up at you. Your jaw tightens. Kingo, who sits next to Sprite and his camera guy, raises his hand, "So when did this happen? Did I miss something?" He asks while pointing between you and Druig.

Your face shifts to a puzzled expression at this, "It's always been a thing you've just spent too much time looking in a mirror to notice anything else."

Kingo rests a hand on his heart, "Ouch, Y/N's already cracking us and I haven't seen any lightening yet."

Sprite snorts, "It's always been a thing."

"Since when?"

She gives him a deadpanned stare, "Since before we visited Rome."

Kingo's brows raise in surprise, "That was like thousands of years ago. What the hell," He looks over at you two, "why didn't you ever get married then? I love weddings."

"Clearly they don't always work out." Retorts Sprite as you let out a humored breath through your nostrils. A solid jab at Ikaris and Sersi, everyone in the room immediately feels the tension shift to a half serious half playful one. Oh this is going rather well already.

"Okay, okay." You say while releasing Druig's hand to fold yours to your chest before leaning against a counter, "What do you actually want from me?"

"Well for starters, when did you slay that Deviant?" Asks Sersi like a concerned mother.

"Last night." You raise a brow at her, "And by the looks of it you've all seen them recently too."

"We did. They killed Ajak and Gilgamesh." So that's what happened to them.

"As I expected. Fucker almost got me too, gave me a nice scar on my side. Still feels sore."

"It's not just that. The worlds going to end soon.."

"The what?" You question, "When I asked if someone was dead or the world better be ending I didn't think you'd literally give me both in one sitting. I've dealt with enough crazy shit for the past week thank you so much."

"This is important Y/N." Urges Sersi, "I have to tell you what happened." ——

Sitting on the deck of your porch, feet on the steps leading to the grass do you stare off into the tree line. It's been twenty minutes since Sersi told you everything about your true origins and why you're even here in the first place on earth. A destroyer of worlds for some space god, and you thought after all this time that your purpose was to be a protector.

How wild that was to hear from her. All of it. So many lies you've been told, how could Ajak do that to you?

You know soon you'll be leaving this place for who knows how long, maybe even forever. But right now they've given you some time to process and have a moment alone with your thoughts. You sigh and listen to the sounds of muffled laughter from inside as you hear Trout excitedly bark. Then a door opens from behind you, closing softly right after as a pair of footsteps walk across the wooden porch.

Druig sits by your side, shoulders touching together as he lays his opened palm on his knee for you to take. You silently do. He smiles to himself as you frown at the earth, head racing with a million thoughts all at once.

"What's your dogs name?" He asks after a long time held with a comfortable silence.

You look at him, "Do you want to know, or do they want to know and are too scared to ask me?"

Druig snorts, "I want to know."

"Trout."

"Trout? Really?" He asks like a surprised child.

"Yes really. You can laugh if you want I like the name okay." You say half defensively.

"I never said it was a silly name, Y/N. I think it's cute." Admits Druig.

"Oh." You face the trees again, "Well you're going to laugh when I tell you why I picked the name."

He leans into your side, "Try me." What a flirt.

"I think the fish are very beautiful creatures, they're colorful and strong swimmers so long story short, the name came to me when I saw him for the first time at the animal shelter. Those big eyes and I knew we'd be friends."

Druig releases your hand to wrap his arm around your shoulders, pulling you into his side, "I love you, so much." He says, emphasizing 'so much' that causes you to chuckle.

Shaking your head you turn away to hide the smile pulling at your lips. When he leans his face close to yours do you push his cheek away from you, "No you think it's funny."

He gently touches your chin, you let him turn your face to meet his, "I love it...and I love you." His lips press to yours so gently you almost can't even feel him until his thumb is rubbing your cheek and you know he's there. Truly here, right by your side. Not some dream, not some illusion, right here in the flesh.

You grasp onto his forearm as he holds your face in his hand, his other slithers it's way through your opened flannel to delicately squeeze your breast. You let out a breathy moan against his lips when he does this sneaky move out in the open like this. But you'd be a lying fool to say you're not enjoying it.

You then take both his cheeks in your hands and kiss him even harder before pulling away to a big dazed lovestruck grin. You smile brightly at him, "I don't think I'm ever planning on living far away from you ever again. I like my solitude but two hundred years is enough."

"I like that plan." He kisses you again.

"Oh god, yuck. Sprite look away this isn't PG."

You part from Druig to turn and look at Kingo, his cameraman, and Sprite. You send him a glare, "Yes?"

Kingo shrugs, "Oh nothing, just wanted to see my two friends."

"Are you ready to leave yet?" Deadpans Sprite, "We got a long road ahead."

You huff in annoyance, "Yeah but I'm taking Trout with me."

"Who's Trout?"

"My dog."

Kingo blinks back bewilderment, "Ohhh that's his name I was just calling him Balto this whole time." The three of you give him odd looks until he shrugs, "Because you know, the husky from the movie? He pulls a sled and goes through a blizzard to bring back medicine for some sick little boy who... and you know...oh nevermine, none of you know what I'm even talking about."

"Not really." Says Druig as he stands, pulling you up with him.

"Don't any of you ever watch a movie every now and again?"

"Not recently." Says Sprite who then points to you and Druig, "You really think these two secluded heathens would ever actually sit down to watch a film?"

"No." Speaks Phastos, "Definitely not."

You roll your eyes as Ikaris, Thena, and Sersi walk outside, "Oh whatever man," You add, taking a step into the grass as you look back at him, "..and what is the great Phastos doing these days besides making fun toys for humans to kill each other with?"

Kingo points to you, "See, lightening. Cracking us without remorse."

Phastos shakes his head at you, "Are you going to be like this the whole time?"

"Yes."

He steps past Kingo as Druig intentionally walks between you two, "Okay, okay. Well spoken Y/N. I see you're still angry. But I will tell you this besides the fact that I have changed over the last few centuries since we last met, I have a son now.."

"Oh really, you birth him yourself? Didn't know that was one of your powers."

He ignores this remark, "I'm married too."

"There's someone for everyone. Good for him."

"Alright, are you going to be like this the whole time?" He finally snaps, you stop and turn to face him.

"I will not apologize for my frustration with how you have affected humanity." They all stop and watch this heated interaction, "I'm glad you've chosen to not cause harm anymore but I will still remember everything."

Phastos takes a heavy breath, "We wanna do this right now?"

"Well no but I haven't seen you in a long time and I wanted to tell you how I feel while you're here." You reply before running a hand through your hair and looking at him more calmer now, "Congratulations on your kid."

"Thanks. He's ten now."

You nod, "He's got a good dad. Probably."

Phastos nods back, "You're probably right."

The two of you smile before continuing on your walk to the van they drove here. To say the relationships between the ten of you throughout the thousands of years on earth are complicated would be a massive understatement. Clearly. Yet you can't all ever truly stay mad at one another no matter how much history has happened.

However you do feel better letting that out after almost 300 years. Brief, straight to the point, and over and done with. ——

Leaning into the back of your seat on Kingo's private jet, you close your eyes and attempt to zone out into the world of sleep. Druig sits on your left by the window as Sprite sits in front of you. Facing yourself as she fiddles with a rubix cube to combat her boredom.

"This here is one of the most deadly women in the whole entire world. A force to be reckoned with, killer of men and beasts, the stormbringer, the goddess of uh...something amazing. Our one and only, Y/N." Says the whispered voice of Kingo as you keep your eyes closed.

"She killed five Deviants at once one time when Sersi turned mud to water underneath them. And Y/N here, electrocuted the water...it was badass." You hear a camera zoom, "See the light scar on her cheek, you can barely see it now, that's from a Deviant. Oh, and you see the.."

"Way I could make Kingo scream and not in the way he likes it." You retort.

"Hey!" He says before whispering, "Delete that part."

You open your eyes to glare at the two men sitting to your right, "Can you not bother someone else?"

"You're one of the last people I have to film."

"The fuck are you talking about?"

Druig nudges your shoulder. "It's for his documentary."

You give Kingo a puzzled look, "What ever happened to laying low? We're not the Avengers."

"That's what we've been trying to tell him." Mutters an unenthusiastic Sprite.

Kingo points a finger, "Shush, this is all going to be golden. You guys just can't see the big picture."

You roll your eyes before a thought pops into your head, "So, how's your acting career?" You ask. Druig's brows furrow at you as Kingo's face lights up.

"Oh it's going just swimmingly, my latest movie is coming up real soon..we're actually still in production at the moment but things are going well so far.."

"Wow." You nod with a tone of obvious fake enthusiasm as you point to Sprite still seated across from you, "Sprite wants to know about your movie from 1987 and your thoughts on the film." Sprite gives you a dirty look as Kingo begins to talk about his movie from that time period. Just to her of course.

You snicker as Druig looks at you before whispering, "Thanks Y/N."

"Yeah, thanks." Seethes Sprite.

You give her a wink, "You're very welcome." Eyes on Druig in a second, "And you're even more welcome." He almost blushes through that half grin of his you love so much.

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I hope you all enjoyed! If anyone has any Druig requests or inspiration for a fic let me know I’d love to hear them and write something for it :)

[mrpenguinpants]

Xiao: Fainting HCS

FUCK. I FORGOT TO POST THIS EARLIER. AHHHH. I HAVE WORK IN LIKE 2 MINUTES SO I’LL BE BACK TO REPLY TO EVERYONE. 

Hey anon! So sorry it took me forever to finish writing this but good luck if you’re planning on pulling Xiao. I really wanted to finish writing this fic as an offering to the gacha gods that c1 xiao wants to bless me (even tho that’s not gonna happen). But good luck to everyone rolling today^^.

Disclaimer: I have not watch anything about Xiao because my hype can only take so much. This was written before 1.3. So if I get anything wrong or I’m missing something. That’s why.

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Can I just say how far Xiao has come in my writing since the first part of the semi series? Sniff, feel like we’re making character development for a character that’s not even out yet. I can’t wait for mihoyo to take my HCS and rip them apart.

Xiao Semi Series

[ Friendship ] [ Falling in Love ] [ Cuddles ] [ Protective ] [ Affection ] [ Jealously ] [ Opposites Attract ] [ String Of Fate (Soulmate) ]

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Xiao: Fainting HCS

Instant panic mode engaged. If you’ve ever doubted his adepti power of swiftness you’re about to be mistaken. He’s noticed that you seem a bit out of it but brushed it off as you being tired from your recent journey. If there was anything bothering you, you would tell him. But as he turned around to greet you back, it seems like time is slowing down for him. He sees how your eyes glazed over and become unfocused. The muscles in your body snap and you drop to the ground. He can feel his blood run cold as past memories that have been waiting to jump at him suddenly claw at him but he doesn’t even register them. He’s already running towards you.

He’s already caught you in his arms before you can even meet the wooden floor. His brain is racing as he quickly checks your pulse to make sure you didn’t suffer from a heart attack or a curse. He makes a quick search over your body to check for any injuries, he can already feel the red hot iron of anger fill his system at the thought of someone trying to take advantage of you or threaten you. He’s usually logical in these types of situations, even the death of Rex Lapis didn’t shock him this much, but he’s been battling his conflicting feelings ever since he met you. But now that he’s finally accepted you and himself, he wouldn’t know what to do if anything happened to you. His mind flashes to Guizhong before he shakes away the thought.

It doesn’t occur to him that you might be sick as he tries to shake you awake. Whatever teachings Guizhong and Morax have taught him fly out the window as he holds you so close to his chest, he’s pretty sure his grip on you is bruising. He knew mortal souls weren’t as strong as adepti and staying around one might cause sickness or even worse- death. Was this his fault? He can feel the drop in his stomach as he tries to reign in his emotions and powers, not here.

Verr almost screams when Xiao breaks the wooden ceilings and lands in front of her. She’s scared that there was a monster outbreak or something was wrong with Xiao before she notices your passed out form in his arms. As much as she likes to joke around and thinks your relationship with Xiao is cute, she knows that if anything came to seriously harm you she wouldn’t able to calm Xiao before he goes on a rampage. You mean so much to him and he hasn’t opened his heart to anyone except you.

She can tell he’s nearly past his breaking point as he looks at her with dilated eyes as he asks, no commands, her to help you. It’s such whiplash to her. Xiao’s always been polite and reserved that she almost forgets he used to be a demon slaying Yaksha, but this isn’t the time for her to worry about that. She quickly leads him to the backroom since there’s no way Xiao wouldn’t bite any hand that comes near you. Bless Verr’s heart since this isn’t the first time she’s had to handle Xiao’s outbreaks that she manages to save face and contact a doctor that was staying at the inn to look at you. She does feel a bit bad for the doctor who looks like he’s about to piss himself in fear as Xiao growls and watches the doctors every move with piercing yellow eyes.

Xiao is still wary when the doctor and Verr try to calm him down and examine you more closely, always flinching back whenever their hands get too close to you, letting out a dangerous hiss whenever there’s the slightest twitch of discomfort in your face when the doctor feels your heated forehead. As soon as the doctor concludes that you’ve been sick for the past few days and your body just needs to heal itself and recharge, the tension on Xiao’s shoulder loosens and the suffocating aura that’s been filling the room slowly filters out. Verr can’t help but sigh in relief but can’t bring herself to scold Xiao for breaking the inns roof as she watches him look over your form with worried eyes as he softly nudges your cheek. He’s still holding you but his grip has loosen slightly as he rests his forehead against yours. He breathes a sigh of relief as he rubs small circles in your hand. Xiao’s never been the most affectionate or shown to be the most caring but you’ve seriously scared him. She quietly leaves him be and closes the door as she begins to prepare to fix the damages.

Xiao never leaves your side as he waits for you to wake up. He can’t help but berate himself for not confronting you. The doctor said you would be fine but he can’t but imagine your body falling in a more violent scene. He quickly shakes those thoughts away as he paces around the room, sits besides you, then goes back to pacing. Usually he would go on a walk or beat his aggression out but he doesn’t want to leave you alone should you awake early.

Xiao doesn’t ramble about his day while you’re asleep, instead he just observes your features and the small movements you make to remind him that you’re okay. How your chest moves up and down as you breath or how your eyes sometimes scrunch in sleep. You’ve made him almost trip when you did it the first time since he thought you were waking up. He can’t help but think back to his fellow Yaksha’s and what they would say if they saw the way he was acting now.

Since his panic attack has mostly subsided he’s found himself growing more curious. He’s still worried about you but he’s managed to reason with himself that you’re okay, just sick which he’s going to scold you a bit for when you awake, so he softly brushes his fingers across your face. Before snatching his hand away in embarrassment. What the hell is he doing? Guizhong would slap him sideways if she saw him now. He huffs at himself as he deflates a little and rests his head on the bed beside your head. He’s patient. He will wait when your ready to wake up.

When you suddenly gain consciousness, it feels as if the entire world is weighing you down. You slowly blink open your eyes to see a worried Xiao hovering over you, his hands awkwardly in the air since he’s not sure if it’s okay to touch you.

“How are you feeling?” Xiao asks as his eyes dart all over the place before resting on your face. You’re still a bit out of it but you can tell he must have been really worried. You try to give him a small smile but with how scuffy you feel you can bet it’s not a pretty picture.

“Like I got slammed with one of Zhongli’s meteors,” you tried to laughed before coughing as Xiao quickly pressed a cup of water to your lips. Slowly letting you drink and calm down. 

“If you have time to make jokes then you’re alright” Xiao sighs before his features change slightly. His eyes glaze over in concern as a small frown appears. He really does look like a kicked kitten as he slumps over as the stress finally lifts as he feels your hand softly run through his hair.

“Sorry,” you say, he must have been so stressed out while you were passed out for him to look so exhausted. He simply nudges into your hand before turning his face to kiss your palm,

“There’s no need for apologies. I’m...just glad you’re okay,” Xiao mumbles before he’s back to pressing his head into your stomach. You can’t help but smile delicately as you reach over and bring Xiao up with you until he’s lying over you as you hug him gently. There’s a bit of shuffling before you’re able to spoon him as he let’s himself relax after the two day panic attack he just went through.

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When you’ve fully recovered Xiao seems to hover around you a bit more. Well not a bit, a lot more, but no one has the heart to tell him that. It’s actually kind of adorable seeing the aloof and reserved adepti seem to follow you around like a loss duckling. Making sure you’re okay and you’re not overworking yourself. He still keeps his tough demeanor but you seriously gave him a big scare.

When Zhongli and Childe come over for their weekly visits of tea, they were aware that Xiao had locked himself in a room to watch over you and anyone that even stepped near the door would be skewered with a spear - and Verr would make them pay for the damages (Zhongli) and whatever consequences Xiao saw fit (Childe) - but they are happy to see you’re okay. You all fall back into your usual rhythm of conversation or Childe trying to get a rise out of Xiao while you and Zhongli talk about how lovely the weather’s been.

Zhongli let’s you in on some details that Xiao or Verr never mentioned while Childe and Xiao are fighting about who knows what. How Xiao wouldn’t leave your side or that he resembled a kicked kitten as he nudged your hand when he thought no one was looking. He offers you some medicine herbs to help with exhaustion and to take care of yourself. Likewise, to give Xiao some pain medication on his behalf. You’re one of the few good things in Xiao’s life and he doesn’t want anything bad happening to you.

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Hmm. I didn’t mean to but I totally believe in the dad zhongli train and I think Zhongli basically just gave you his blessing? Maybe I’m thinking too hard on this haha.

Maybe this is better? Trying to figure out writing styles are hard. Either way, I’m never gonna end up kicking my paragraph HCS habit haha. If you couldn’t tell, I really like feral protective but lowkey vulnerable types (coughrazorcough). Xiao is so OOC at this point I don’t even know how to fix it. Please come home Xiao. 

(Edit: FUCK YEAH HE CAME HOME WITH DILUC. WE 90ED THIS BITCH AND IM ABOUT TO MAX HIS TALENTS. ILL SHARE IT WITH YOU ALL (since people have been asking) WHEN I GET BACK FROM WORK)

[bangtansmauyeondan]

MIDNIGHT’S MINUET | Part 18 - Strawberry Shortcake

Pairing: Yoongi x Fem Reader

Genre: Strangers to Enemies to Friends to ???, social media au, chef au, musician au, slow burn, fluff, implied smut, angst, slight crack, and drama.

Summary: While gallivanting around the world pursuing his love for music and architecture, Yoongi was forced to come back home when Seokjin, his older brother, asked him for help to run the family business. Having been born with a silver spoon, Yoongi longed for a bit of normalcy and independence; hence, agreeing with Seokjin’s request didn’t come without any of his own conditions— first, he’s going to oversee the hotel’s kitchen; second, he’s gonna let him live a normal life— no luxury cars, no high-rise building apartment, no special treatment. Yoongi was pleased that everything seemed to be going well with his return… until he met you, the roadblock to everything his brother has agreed to.

SERIES TAGLIST: @jayhope88 @sugakookies0613 @pinkseokchim @superrmins @belladaises @potatoandfries @cherrybubblesandvodka @sope-and-shine

PERMANENT TAGLIST: @highly-functioning-mitochondria @persphonesorchid @thatbangtanjagiya @jjwamaisvu @taestefully-in-luv @btsstan12 @bts-reveries @blog-name-idk @madbutgloriouspond @pamzn @wrmnssoul @ygbubs @halesandy

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With the phone in his hand, Yoongi paced back and forth in his living room trying to listen for a faint sound from the other side of the wall. He left a note at your door about three hours ago and it’s no longer there when he stole a little peek. Yet, he did not find the pink sticky note you usually use to reply back to him on his door. He shoved his phone into the pocket of his hoodie without letting go of it, and shoved his other hand into the pocket as well. Blowing raspberries, he looked up at the ceiling, trying to keep his thoughts at bay. Should he text you?

Did you get his message?

Did he miss your reply? Maybe it flew off somewhere and housekeeping threw it away. Housekeeping his butt. He’s in the apartment complex, not at the hotel.

Did you not want to have coffee with him? Are you still mad at him? Why did you give him tangerines though?

No, you can’t possibly still be mad. Jimin has talked to you already.

Why is it so quiet though? At this hour, you’re usually either working out– he could hear the sound of your online cardio classes– or you’re playing the piano. Ah! Yes, play the piano. Maybe if he made a noise… you would answer back. By answer back, jump into a duet with him. He scurried his way over to his electric keyboard and played a few notes.

No, this is not working. He’s out of it. He just wanted to know if he could take you out for coffee. He pulled out his phone from his pocket and began unlocking it. Staring back at him was a photo of his niece, bright-eyed and happily slurping down on the soup they made together. A small smile graced his lips at the sudden memory of cooking with the little girl. He stared at the lockscreen long enough for it to completely go on sleep mode again. Oh, right. He’s gonna man up and text you.

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The next day…

Yoongi entered the kitchen staff lounge to make coffee, when he found Taehyung scurrying over to shove a bunch of shiny stuff inside a box.

“OH JESUS CHRIST!” Taehyung exclaimed. “I forgot to lock the door, I thought you were Yn!”

“Are you hiding something from Yn?” He asked curiously as he approached the box that Taehyung’s been hogging. “Are those decorations?” He picked up a shiny metallic foil and fiddled around with it.

“It’s her birthday on Sunday, and we’re gonna be so busy with the two weddings we’re catering.” Taehyung snatched the foil away from Yoongi and placed it back in the box. “Normally she would host small dinner parties, but the other day she said she might not do it this year because she’s too busy, so the team and I have decided to surprise her instead.”

Yoongi nodded, “Here?”

“Yeah…” Taehyung's smile slowly faded. “I mean, that’s okay… right? I mean, you won’t—”

Picking up the hint, Yoongi was quick to cut him off, “Ayyy of course! Count us in. Does Jungkook know already?”

“Awesome!” Taehyung flashed his boxy smile. “Yeah, JK knows, of course. We have everything under control, chef.”

Yoongi chuckled. “Yeah, except the door lock…”

Yoongi internally celebrated the fact that he’s known about your birthday this early and was quite excited that he’d get to be a part of it. I mean, yes, you turned him down for coffee (at least for the time being because you’re busy), but at least he still could do something for you, right? After all, between the two of you, you might be the pastry chef… but who said he’s not capable of whipping up a mean birthday cake?

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A/N — HI!!! I’m so sorry it took me a while to update this beautiful story. I’ve just been too busy with work these past few weeks and I got distracted with In the Seom!!! Are you playing the game? What level are you on? Follow me so I can follow you back and we can exchange hearts! My nickname is jjwustine. See ya!

[spiltscribbles]

He definitely learned it from Hope as a technique to distract himself from the night before and day of the full moon, a relaxing but repetitive task that is easy on his aching bones, made especially more helpful with the weed and records lol

And the first time he knit Sirius a Gryffindor red hat was the start of sixth year after he left Grimmauld, and he notices how Sirius is trying to grow out his hair as a final “Fuck You” to Walberga, but the strands keep catching in the autominal wind— getting in his eyes and mouth. So he thought the hat would help.

And sirius’s heart literally shattered, because it finally felt like they were back as Moony and Padfoot after the prank and weeks of silence and even more subsequent that were just stilted snippets that could never compare to what they were before that.

So Remus is offering the hat with a slightly cocked head and pinched lips in confusion because he swears Sirius’s eyes are getting glassy, but he doesn’t get to ask about it because Sirius almost immediately collects him into a huge hug and they fold into one another with the hat between them and so so much unspoken love.

And Obviously Sirius wears it practically everyday, and cherishes it as something more valuable than gold. And it’s the hat that he’s wearing when they have their first kiss and their first date and the one he has on when they move into their first apartment after Hogwarts



Remus Lupin knits, fight me

[frostedfaves]

Naive (1)

Masterlist

Pairing: demon!Wanda Maximoff x fem!reader

Summary: Of all the humans Wanda has met, you’re suddenly her favorite.

Warnings: 18+ ONLY, dark!fic, demon things™️ (be warned that this shit will get much darker in the future), subtle hand kink (don’t @ me)

A/N: special shoutout to the anon that inspired this fic series, I hope you enjoy this weird combo of AOU x IW Wanda. also if you have any previous knowledge of demons, throw it out the window before you read this because I guarantee that things will not add up here lmao

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Wanda’s favorite thing about interacting with humans is her effect on them.

Walking through a crowd is fine. She’ll brush a few shoulders and rattle a few unsuspecting adults, flash solid black eyes at kids that either stare or scream. It’s temporary and brings a bit of fun to an otherwise dull day.

The real joy comes from direct contact. Wanda travels miles away from her apartment building, choosing different stores, restaurants and cafés just to keep things interesting. A new cashier each time. She’ll have an air of friendliness about her that isn’t exactly fake; she finds most humans to be charming, despite their fragile minds.

“Will that be all?” Roy--according to his name tag--asks with a grin and Wanda nods in response. “Okay, your total is $21.14. You can just swipe or insert your card in the machine there.”

Wanda inserts her card carefully, complimenting the decor as she waits for the transaction to be completed. After returning it to her wallet, she flashes a soft smile at Roy as he hands her the receipt, purposefully brushing her fingers with his. As his skin makes contact with one of her rings, she notices the goosebumps rising along his arm and hears his breathing pattern change.

“Roy? Everything alright?”

She hears the concerned voice of a coworker as she makes her way to a table to wait for her meal, already seated by the time Roy coughs in an effort to collect himself.

“Yeah, just feeling off I guess. I’ll be fine.”

A chuckle falls from her lips as she watches the poor cashier attempt to return to his previous state of mind, finding the urge to smile and wave when his eyes cut over to her. His voice trembles when he calls her name and he stands as far away as possible when she approaches the counter to grab her order.

“Thanks for everything, Roy.”

Sensing that he’s startled enough without it, she keeps her other tricks hidden in her sleeves and simply walks away, holding her laughter until the doors close behind her. A good meal with a side of human interaction, her absolute favorite.

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The next day brings Wanda to a bookstore around lunchtime. She takes a minute to browse the aisles, taking an exceptionally long time lingering in the section harboring books on angels and demons. The stereotypes amuse more than upset her like they used to in the beginning.

“Is there anything I can help you with?”

Wanda turns to make eye contact with the employee behind her, about to ask a question for the fun of it when a laugh catches her attention. Her gaze redirects to the café counter straight ahead, and a warm feeling washes over her when she hears the laugh again.

You’re genuinely entertained by the elderly woman purchasing a bagel with exact change, and Wanda manages to catch the end of the conversation as she draws near.

“Safe to say, I haven’t worn the blouse since that day.” She bids you farewell with her bagel and receipt in hand, eyes twinkling as she observes Wanda on her way past. “You have such bright and beautiful hair, dear.”

“Thank you,” Wanda responds with sincerity, attention locked on you while approaching the counter. “Hi.”

“Hey,” you greet her with a voice much calmer than the one you use with most of your other customers. “What can I get you today?”

You watch the orange haired woman turn her head to study the items behind the glass, taking the time to do your own inspection. You admire the dark red jacket that covers most of her torso, gaze lingering on the multiple rings hugging her fingers that seem to be smoothing nonexistent wrinkles in her dress, almost in a nervous fashion. It brought you a bit of comfort, assuming that she was affected in the same way.

“What do you recommend?”

“Oh, well…” You walk over to open the glass case from your side of the counter, naming each item as you grab it. “I usually have this pretzel that’s stuffed with spinach and cheese and this brownie. I can heat both of them for you, if you’d like.”

“I would love that,” Wanda responds in a grateful tone, placing a bottle of water on the counter after taking it from the fridge. “And I’ll also have one of these incredibly overpriced waters.”

You begin her order with a laugh, and she watches you ring everything up with the speed and expertise of a seasoned employee, wondering how she’d gone this long without running into you. The total price is brought to the digital screen just before her card is inserted, and she takes the time to quickly slip her rings into her pockets while you’re taking the pretzel and brownie over to the miniature oven. The last thing she wants to do is scramble your brain before she even gets the chance to explore it.

“Here’s your receipt,” you announce while giving Wanda the slip of paper, your eyes lingering on her hand for a moment before looking at her again. “Your food should be ready soon.”

“Okay, thank you…” Her sentence trails off as she searches for your name, the letters rolling off her tongue with ease when she finally locates it on the apron covering your chest.

“You’re welcome…” You trail off in the same fashion and she catches on quickly.

“Wanda.”

“You’re welcome, Wanda,” you repeat as you hand her the water bottle before she can walk away.

Less than two minutes later, you approach the table she’s taken over with two small ceramic plates and a sheepish grin.

“I should’ve asked if you were going to stay a while, but I can grab some bags if you need to go.”

Wanda shakes her head with a laugh as she takes them from you, startling you when she doesn’t react to the excessive heat radiating from the dishes.

“This is perfect.”

She takes her time with eating, and your attention is drawn to her between customers, grateful that she’s too busy with her phone to notice your stares. On the other hand, Wanda’s mind is filled with thoughts of you. What you look like when you think she can’t see you glancing over, what you smelled like when you were close. The nerves, the kindness, the desire to learn her name despite her being just another customer to you. She knows that you noticed her missing rings, but she’s already prepared with a cover story. A two minute conversation has her dying to pick your brain more, learn your habits and become more familiar with your body, beyond a simple brush of your fingertips. She already wants you to herself, just the way you came, without her interference for now; that’ll come later.

A good meal with a side of human interaction, her absolute favorite.

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Despite Wanda leaving an hour before your shift ended, she lingers in your thoughts on the bus ride and walk home. You find yourself recalling her kind smile, fidgeting fingers and the scent of her perfume when she passed you on her way out, and you’re so deep in your memories that you end up colliding with your apartment door.

“That’s not going to get you inside any faster, dear.”

Your cheeks burn as you face Ruth for the second time today, the first time being earlier when you sold her a bagel.

“I know, Ruthie,” you respond sheepishly as you pull your keys from your pocket. “Is everything okay? You’re usually in bed watching a cowboy show by now.”

“I’ve been waiting for you to come home so I could talk to you.” She checks to see if the hallway is empty before opening her door and waving you over. “Come on, quickly.”

You scurry into the apartment behind her, taking in the scene before you while she locks the door. Having visited her before, you know she keeps the television at a higher volume, but it seems louder than normal.

“I know I might seem like I’ve lost my marbles, but I wanted to warn you about that woman you saw today....The one with the bright hair.”

“You mean Wanda?” you question, eyes widening when she nods. “Warn me about what?”

“There’s something off about that Wanda, if that even is her real name.” She snatches her arm out of her robe and brings it closer for you to see. “I’ve had these chills since I brushed against her earlier. Something’s not right with her. How do you even know her name? I’ve never seen her before.”

“Hey, it’s okay,” you assure her as you help her slip her arm back in the sleeve. “I only know her name because we were having a friendly conversation and she used mine. I was just being polite to someone I’ll probably never even see again.”

“Just be careful,” she pleads as you head toward her door again, and you offer your best attempt at a relaxed smile.

“I’ll be fine, Ruthie. Get some rest, okay?”

You hear her lock the door behind you as you make your way back to your own apartment, rushing through the process of unlocking the door and securing it once you’re inside. As much as you don’t want to let Ruth get you worked up over a stranger, you can’t help thinking about the odd little things you noticed earlier. 

It isn’t unusual for someone to linger after buying food or drinks from your counter, whether they have homework or even just a phone to keep them busy. Wanda seemed to be waiting for someone the entire time, and you remember hoping that she wasn’t on a date, despite not wanting her to be stood up. But she simply slid her phone in her pocket and departed with a friendly wave as if nothing had happened.

You especially remember her waving at you with those ringless fingers, and wondering silently where the intricate jewelry had disappeared to. Obviously you just assumed that the rings were tucked away on her person and not dumped in the trash, but she doesn’t seem like the type of person to give up on her accessories in the middle of the day. Part of you--a part that you didn’t dare to address--wondered if she’d emptied her hands to send you a subtle sign. No, that can’t possibly be it.

Sleeping proves to be difficult with so many unanswered questions floating about, but you eventually give into the act. A few hours later, you peel open your eyes when you think you hear something in the room. The digital clock that sits on your bedside and serves as an alarm and occasional radio reads 3:34am, and you’re just about to close your eyes again when you hear another sound. You raise your head to turn toward your closet, and a scream is trapped in your throat as you catch sight of a figure in the shadows.

The next time you wake, the sun is out and your alarm is blaring on the nightstand beside you. Your gaze flickers over to the closet as you reach out to silence it, your heartbeat dropping slightly when you don’t see anything other than clothes. Deciding that you must’ve been dreaming, you shake away the fearful thoughts and head to the bathroom to start getting ready for another day of work.

The only thing you haven’t decided on yet is whether you want to see Wanda again.

[bnhamixjuice-sfw]

ANON REQUEST: Hawks, Dabi and Aizawa: spot an ex he had a bad break up with, he sees her walking around struggling to hold on to a bag of groceries while pushing a stroller with a toddler in it that looks awful lot like them, and the he awkwardly confronts them when the bag falls out of her hands.

Tags: Manga Spoiler, Mention of cheating, Angst to Fluff.

Hawks

“I’m so sorry Dove, I didn’t mean to–”

“Didn’t mean what? to deny that I’m your girlfriend in front of the media ‘cause you had a job agreement with the commission not to reveal me! okay Keigo you’re doing this for what reason exactly? Hero Reputation? More women you can use to cheat behind my back again and expect me to forgive you? I–I don’t want this kind of life anymore!”, you wailed in pure anguish roughly wriggling your wrist away from his firm clutch.

He felt suffocated when he needed to let you go for all the things that he did to hurt you, holding back the urge to chase you outside when you frantically closed the door, not looking back anymore on him. Leaving the top pro hero falling on his knees, lonely between these four walls of his house.

After all this time he can’t forget you, longing to see your face everywhere he goes even on pro hero awarding events or his usual patrol work with Endeavor looking for you through the crowds, praying to see your smile again that he misses the most.

His life was crumbling apart without you, but luck was on his side today when he spotted you not too far from where he was signing autographs for his fans while stealing some glances. As always, you’re still beautiful standing there.

Trying to fix your grocery bags while clasping the baby-carriage’s handle. He hesitated at first to approach you thinking you’re probably waiting for your husband to pick you up and your child. And that’s when a tuft of yellow hair popped out.

“Mommy look it’s Hawks, Awtoglaph pweasee awtoglapph”, his excited pleas reached Hawks’ ears. pointing his fingers towards your ex-boyfriend who waved a hand on both of you.

Soon red feathers clumped together on the ground, preventing your bag to fall.

“Wow what do we have here, a kid full of energy today, so where do you want me to sign your autograph?”, stooping down beaming a smile with his eyes crinkling behind his yellow visor making your child gasp in awe.

He knew instantly that his suspicion was right seemingly looking at his own reflection with those golden honey orbs and black lines on those eyelids and small bump protruding behind the kid’s shirt, red feathers similar to his, messily cramped inside.

“Ke–Hawks here… ”, almost calling out his first name when you handed him a notebook and a pen.

Slightly feeling his gloved hand against your palm.

“Hawks look I hab wings too–”

“Honey we need to go home now or else you’ll miss your favorite show again, now say bye bye to Mr. Hawks”, you interrupted, sneaking a warning glare on him not to tell him anything before gently freeing your child’s wings out from his shirt’s makeshift holes.

“Little fledgling I guess your wings were moulting, so did your Daddy tell you about it”

“Hab no Dawdy but Oh you see… Mommy Lov’ Dawdy so much that she booboo cries” you were shock-stricken softly hushing your child out of embarassment.

“Well kid make sure to tell your Mommy not to cry okay cause Daddy loves her so much, yes don’t forget to tell that to her every day I–”, he stammered with his voice started cracking, overwhelming him with emotions too easily, swallowing the lump forming on his throat.

“Your father loves you too kid trust me, and surely there’s not a single day he’s not thinking of your Mommy, his only Dove–Ah I think I’m taking too much of your time Miss I-I’m so sorry”, halting it immediately, muffling a few sniffles before finally signing his signature.

Your heart began thumping so loud, not expecting him shamelessly grabbing your hand, burying you into a warm embrace in public.

“Wait Keigo stop this, everyone’s taking so many pictures of you”

“No I don’t care anymore, listen Dove I’m so sorry and I still love you, come back to me please I promise I won’t hurt you again, I’ll do better this time just let me make up for it, and for our son”

You can’t blame yourself for giving in, accepting him wholeheartedly knowing this is what you promised to him once.

To never let your future child experience the same heartache he suffered from his past.

Dabi

He regret those cruel words that came out from his mouth the first time he was too fed up of your constant admonishment of putting a rest on his revenge against his family forever since you cannot bear to see him exhausting his body anymore, starting this heated discourse again between you.

“You always bring this up y/n every single day and it’s too annoying already, why are you siding on Enji too much Babydoll… come on just say it you really want us to have a perfect family, so cool to have a child with this debilitating quirk too right?”

Sucking your inner lips anxiously avoiding to tell him something about that last one, you felt his grip on your sholders constricting furiously waiting for you to answer him back, but your tears spilling from those precious eyes made his stomach churn in guilt realizing what he had done when you began screaming on his face that everything’s over, shoving him away and locking the door of your house shut.

He knew how much of a dick he was, the worst break up that’s been haunting him everyday with your terrified face forever etched on his mind

It’s been a long time since the last time he saw you after you moved from your old house and he cannot find you everywhere until today.

He saw you pushing a stroller on the side of the road and having a hard time balancing the bag of groceries on your other hand.

Perhaps you found someone better than him and additionally having a child; a normal child considering he’s not the father. that’s what he thought until something caught his attention.

Squinting his eyes, he was slack-jawed to find a familiar cerulean orbs and red hair on that young boy giddily calling you Mommy.

He took this rare chance of talking to you again by catching your bag of groceries that you clumsily dropped, your eyes met recognizing your ex-boyfriend instantly when he removed his mask. piercing eyes gazing down below observing your child’s similar features.

“Babydoll why didn’t you tell me about him, our son?”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about Dabi and refrain from calling me that nickname anymore, also stay away from MY son before I call the police”

You breathed heavily snatching back your grocery bag from his grasp, clutching the stroller’s handle in pure anger.

“Daddy you meanie, go home”, tugging his pants with those tiny hands.

It hurts you to see your own child begging for his father to go home, when you can’t even tell him how you often show his own picture to your child that’s why he recognized his own father easily, keeping him close to his heart and memory forever.

You can’t hate your only child’s father.

He was expecting him to cry on his intimidating face when he bent his knees down to look at his child closely, ignoring your earlier threat by patting his son’s head seemingly accepting this foreign fatherly instinct.

“Kid look I’m obviously a bad guy, I don’t want you to get in trouble so maybe next time when your Mommy allows me, don’t worry I’ll probably see you again next time pepperoni haired kid”, chuckling when he saw his son’s childish pout, letting him pinch his stapled cheeks annoyed at his nickname.

“Y/n this is goodbye then”, flashing you that thin smile noticing his lips quivering a bit as he stood.

Shoving both of his hands inside his pockets before turning around to walk slowly away from both of you ignoring your child’s tantrum cries calling for him to go back.

“Ssh… sweetie don’t cry okay–Wait Touya!”

He stopped on his tracks when you yelled his real name again, like how you used to call him that before out of endearment.

“We’re going to stay here from now on so same address, the usual okay knock thrice and use our anniversary day on pressing the doorbell and don’t forget our password, listen I’m doing this for our child only so you better show up tonight or I won’t ever give you a chance”

He disappeared quickly after that, and tonight he never failed to show up incessantly ringing the doorbell many times even greeting you that typical password; a kiss.

A yearning kiss, hands intertwining the moment you opened your heart once again.

Aizawa

“Shouta you keep missing my calls these past few weeks when I needed you the most, you barely have enough time to visit me when I was sick the whole week and now you’re late, fine I don’t wanna hear your excuses anymore”

Those bitter words pierced him like thorns, seeing you slip out that engagement ring from your finger and placing it on a table whispering those bitter words he doesn’t want to hear from you.

“It’s better if we end this relationship now before we regret something, I–I can’t imagine my future being married with you or even having a child with you who pathetically seek for time and attention from his workaholic father, sorry Shouta”, you covered your mouth trying to bite back your tongue from spilling about your unborn child.

Running outside the restaurant leaving him heartbroken that he can’t further speak out his words anymore because everything that you just told him was painfully true.

He doesn’t deserve you, blaming himself for not appreciating you enough despite of your effort of enduring the hardships of having a pro hero fiance who often risk his life for his students. A man who can’t even spend a time to take care of you.

Nevertheless, he wanted to mend back those strings that binds you to his heart, always pouring out his loneliness on visiting that Cat Cafe on his day off every week reminding him of memories you two share.

You often take him there to spend a date knowing he’s fond of cats and snapping lots of photos of him every time he ends up sleeping on the corner with cats huddling close to his face nearly suffocating him.

Keeping your engagement ring to him all the time was the only thing that calms him down whenever he’s in dire situation on his job, thinking how much he wish to meet you here again.

Unbelievably seeing you again one time, rubbing his weary eyes once and twice to know if it’s truly you. Indeed, he can’t forget that familiar caring smile of his beloved, finding you outside the cat cafe currently having a problem of organizing your bag of groceries.

“Mawmmy, neko pweasee I wanna touch it!”, your daughter began whinning clapping his hands to get your attention.

He can’t believe his own eyes when your child resembles him too much with that obsidian dull eyes and sleek black hair minus for that pigtail hairstyle but that scowl seems a carbon copy of his own.

“Wait Baby I–”

“I think you need help Y/n”

You were flabbergasted to find your ex-fiance taking a hold of your bag of groceries with his whip that was about to hit the ground and voluntarily offering his Neko tote bag for you which you persuaded him not to.

“Mawmmy pwease I want that too, Neko”, her tiny hands reaching out determined to get it no matter what.

“Baby no–”

“Well your daughter love cats so much, you can give this to her, please just a friendly gift”, taking out something from his pocket leaning down a bit to his side to rummage on that keychain, letting you see his necklace around his neck with that old engagement ring of yours dangling.

“Found it, here kid I’m not sure if you’ll like this”

“Aww Mawmmy have that too um…right Mawmmy, so no thanks Mister”

There’s no way you were married that’s what Shouta suspected when he saw you not wearing any ring, and obviously that cat keychain was closely similar to his anniversary keychain that you two bought for each other.

“Y/n I can drive you two back to your house if its okay–”

“Mawmmy please say yes”

You sighed in defeat not having a choice in the first place and also giving freedom to your child to spend time with her father who doesn’t know about this.

His car was still the same, sitting beside him and your child now sleeping behind after getting so tired ogling on his car’s cat accesories.

You chuckled upon seeing your daughter’s face on the mirror messily drooling, leaning slightly on your side to wipe the corner of her mouth.

“Darling is she our daughter”

“Eyes on the road Shouta, and yes so what will you do about it. Do you expect me to ask for any financial support from you oh maybe spending your precious time for our daughter that I can’t even get from you years ago”, you sarcastically uttered, stabbing him rudely with those truthful words he was unprepared to hear from you.

“I understand if you’re still mad at me y/n, but I just want you to let you know that I want to set things right first before asking you to forgive me. Because I don’t want to miss this opportunity again to tell you how much I wanted to talk to you or maybe to see you in your white wedding dress”

You can’t resist how determined he was to get close to you again, feeling his hand slowly making its way on you.

Giving back that engagement ring to whom it truly belongs, and that was you, a dream he wanted to come true despite it being too impossible.

Turning your head away to wipe your own tears, proposing for the second time that you have been waiting to hear from him all along.

“She’s your daughter Shouta and don’t you dare make her cry of I’ll scratch your face harder than what your cat does”

“That’s too kind of you, I mean my cat misses your deadly belly rub too, you named him Mr. Pickles right, well I’m sure he’d be thrilled to see his Mom again and his new sibling soon”,

You both exchanged soft giggling catching up on one another by starting the conversation about your lives and so on and so forth, and apparently your child was eavesdropping on both of you.

Your daughter muffled a “Pro hero mission success” after accomplishing her goal, peeking a bit to see you wearing that shiny ring.

She knew it the first time she saw that stranger recognizing him from one of the picture you often place under your pillow, her daddy.

Well she did inherit Shouta’s intellectual skills after all.

Do not repost this fic/headcanon.

Disclaimer: I don't own My hero academia nor its characters and plot.

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dm slide

pairing: sebastian stan x reader

warnings: alcohol consumption, language, nothing else really, it’s just really fluffy i think

word count: 1905

a/n: okay so my other stuff is coming, i stg, i’m just in the middle of finals and moving out of my dorm, and starting a new job, so i’m a bit stressy right now, but i’m getting there loves.

so if this one isn’t as good as it could be that’s why, but i’m hoping to add on to it later

p.s.: my requests and tag lists are open!!

xoxo ray

ray’s m.list

You were currently at your best friend’s birthday party, polishing off your third overfull glass of wine. Your best friend threw her hands above her head, shouting out “Shots on me!” She thrusted a shot glass in your hand, encouraging you to toss back the liquid. You set down your wine glass, picking up the smaller cup, not caring about the flashing cameras around you.

“I’m so glad you were able to get free from your oh so lavish lifestyle as a celebrity to come hang out with little ‘ol me!” She had to continue to shout for you to hear her over the loud music blasting through the club speakers. She grabbed your arm, pulling you towards the bathrooms. “Are you getting ready to go? The sound system is giving me a headache.” You smiled at her, grabbing your phone from your clutch.

“Absolutely, babes. Let me order the Uber and then we can go.” You held onto your phone tighter, walking up to the bar to settle your tab. “Hey, Gabe!” Gabe, one of the bartenders, turned to you.

“Hey, Y/N!” He went to grab a bottle of your favorite wine to uncork it, but stopped when you held your hand up.

“Just settling up and heading out.” You passed your black AmEx card over the counter to his waiting hand.

“You’re missin’ out, Y/N. The party is just getting started here.” You shook your head at the man.

“Nah, I’m celebrating my best friend’s birthday tonight, so this is her call.” He slid your card back to you, watching you push it into the slots of your clutch. “We’re getting outta here, but that doesn’t mean our party is ending.” You winked at him, meeting up with your companion. You linked arms with her, leading the way through the crowd. It was cold outside, which didn’t mean good things for you because of your almost too short dress. The Uber stopped beside the curb, rolling their window down for you to double check. You climbed in beside your friend, scooting closer to increase your warmth. The ride to your apartment wasn’t too long, thankfully because Uber’s creeped you out, no matter how safe you were.

Walking into your apartment was difficult to say the least. You both were stumbling the entire way to the elevator and then stumbling into your couch cushions. The two of you managed to make it to your bedroom, swapping out your tight garments for some more ill fitting attire. That was not before you took an absurd amount of photos together in your bathroom mirror. You sat across from each other on the black couch in your apartment, sifting through the pictures of the two of you. Your best friend was leaned over your shoulder, watching as you scrolled through.

“Oo! That one!” She pointed at the screen quickly, stopping your scrolling. It was of you holding the phone, leaning backward staring at the phone in your hand. Your best friend was facing you, her bare back displayed from the deep dip in the back of her dress. “We look so hot.” You both shared a look and then burst into a fit of laughter. You posted the picture to your Instagram, tagging your best friend in the corner, wishing her a happy birthday. She slid away from your, covering her lower half with a blanket.

“You want a water?” You asked as you rose from your spot on the couch. She smiled big at you.

“Can I convince you to mix up some margaritas?” Her bottom lip rolled inwards, waiting for  your response. You rolled your eyes, shaking your head before opening your liquor cabinet. You pulled down bottles of triple sec and tequila, reaching into your freezer for the bag of strawberries and limeade. You brought your Ninja Bullet out to make individual margaritas for both you and your drunk friend. Walking back over to her with containers in hand, you plopped opposite her on the couch.

“You’re literally the bestest ever.” She slurped on the drink through her swirly straw. The conversation faded between the two of you, allowing the both of you to go through your socials. “Did you see that Lizzo got a message back from Chris Evans the other day?” You laughed at her question, remembering your reaction to Lizzo’s TikTok.

“Mhm. Can you imagine getting a reply back from one of those hunks of men?” She shook her head while guzzling her margarita.

“I can’t, but I bet you can.” You scrunch your brows at her and she groaned. “You’re a celebrity too, dumbass. Girl, the amount of times that I’ve gotta remind you of that is insane.” You laughed at her, rolling your eyes.

“Babes, just because I’m quote, unquote famous, doesn’t mean that I’m on their level.” She pointed a finger at you.

“Hey, just shoot your shot, Y/N.”

“I literally don’t even know which one I would DM.” Your best friend scoffed loudly.

“Bullshit!” You choked at how loud she yelled. “You don’t know who you would DM? I know who you would DM in a fucking heartbeat.” You looked over at her with raised brows and in unison you said. “Sebastian Stan.” “Sebastian Stan.”

“Mm, he is a six foot tall Romanian God.” You shook your head while fake moaning, your friend laughing in the background. She reached for your phone before you could protest, typing away on your keyboard, smiling mischievously. She thrust the phone back into your hands, the empty DM screen of imsebastianstan on Instagram staring back at you.

“All you gotta do is send something.” She smiled at you while you glanced down at your phone screen nervously. You began typing something quickly then locked the screen, placing it facing downward on your lap, a giggly smile resting on your face. She scooted closer to you, folding her legs up to her chin. “Wait! What did you say?” You unlocked your phone, showing her the screen. She laughed at your message, drinking the rest of her margarita.

y/n.y/l/n: hi, i’m y/n and you’re the love of my life ;) <3

“That’s so fucking good, oh my God.” She glanced at the clock on your phone. “Oh girl, we’ve gotta go to sleep.” You checked it as well, dropping your head into your hands.

“Mhm, you’re right.” You stood from your spot, holding your hand out to your friend to help her up. “Let’s go to sleep.” You both crashed on your king sized mattress underneath your white fluffy duvet. You were about to drift off to sleep, when your best friend’s voice floated into your ears.

“Do you think he’s gonna reply to you?” Her voice was slurring more and more from the amount she drank and the sleep weighing on her mind. You smiled at her, it was a long shot that he would even see it, much less reply.

“We’ll have to see, babes.” She didn’t reply to you as you both fell off into a dreamless abyss.

********************

The sun streaming into your room woke you up in the morning, light hitting your eyelid just right. You blinked harshly, bringing your hand up to block the glare. A groan escaped your lips, stretching out from your best friends grip. “Fuck me.” You held your head in your hand, groaning about the headache blossoming at the nape of your neck. You left the bed, pulling a sweater over your tank top to catch some warmth. You tucked your phone into the waistband of your shorts. You padded into the kitchen, grabbing your Advil bottle, dumping two pills into your hand. You got a glass of water, settling down on the couch after gulping down the headache medicine.

You opened your phone while basically inhaling your water. Your memories of last night were fuzzy, you drank quite a bit. Did you drink too much? Maybe… but did you regret it at all? Not a second of it. You had the best time hanging out with your best friend. You check your Instagram post, replying to several different comments. A red bubble was pinned over your DM button in the corner. You tilted your head in curiosity, wondering who messaged you now. You swiped over, eyes widening at the new message.

imsebastianstan: Hi, Y/N. I’m Sebastian, thank you for professing your love to me.

The feeling of panic running through your veins didn’t last long, A gigantic smile spread accompanied by a giggle. What the fuck do you do now? Your fingers hesitated over the keyboard, thinking through what you want to say back.

y/n.y/l/n: hello sebastian, what do ya say we  figure out if it’s a match :)

You sent the message before you could chicken out, locking the phone shortly after, shoving it in your waistband. You got up, refilling your glass of water, leaning against your granite countertop, tapping your fingers impatiently. You squealed as you felt your phone vibrate in your pocket.

imsebastianstan: What do you have in mind?

y/n.y/l/n: 917-555-0545 <3

Oh my god, you can’t believe you just did that. Holy shit, what are you thinking? Maybe this will all work out in your favor. You really had nothing to lose but your dignity, right? A disturbance in the peace to the right of your caught your attention.

“Why the hell are you up so early? We drank last night, that’s an excuse to sleep in, you fuck baffoon.” Her hair was tousled on top of her head, shirt hanging off one shoulder. You turned your phone around, thrusting it towards her face.

“There’s been recent developments on the Stan front.” Her brows raised, face becoming shocked.

“Oh. My. God. Are you fucking serious?” She snatched the phone away from your hand quickly to scroll through the messages. “You gave him your number?” She yelled at you as she stretched across the couch, laying her head in your lap. Your phone buzzed in her hands and her eyes widened to unbelievable proportions. “Bitch, you just got a text from an unsaved number.”

“Shut the fuck up.” You looked at the phone in her hands. “I didn’t think he was actually going to text me, I sent it as a joke! What’s it say?”

“How are we going to figure this out?” You both shared a look, shrieking enthusiastically. “Y/N! Sebastian Stan texted you!” She jumped up and down on your couch, pulling you up with her.

“What do I say back?” You held the phone against your chest, staring expectantly at your best friend. She shook her head at you.

“Nuh-uh girl. This is all you.” She held her hands up in surrender. You looked down at your keyboard, the blinking cursor waiting for instructions.

“Okay, okay, how ‘bout, ‘discuss over coffee?’” You looked at your best friend for approval, still standing on your couch. You sent the message after she nodded. A message bubble popped up, three blinking dots inside.

There’s a coffee shop on 8th street,  just outside of Washington State Park.

wanna meet up around three?

I’ll be there, Y/N.

You turned to your best friend, holding the phone to your chest. “Babes.” She raised her brows, waiting. “I have a fucking date with Sebastian Stan!” You both squealed, excited for what would happen on your date.

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I'm Only A Crack In This Castle Of Glass (Hardly Anything Else I Need To Be) PT. 5

Batfamily x Batsis Story!

Word Count: 2.5K Warnings: Explicit Language, ALL THE ANGST. AND MORE TO COME! Tags!: @itsnottilly @cloudyskylines @starflyer-104 @iwillstaywiththemforever @justine-en @weirdgirlfromtx @notsostraightweeb @candlestudy @edlothia-baby @soul-end @willieoo @willowoo @peterxwade24 @the-atlantic-french-fry @bad-bouquet-of-emotions @vvipgot7be @pure-princess-97 @atomicsoulhumanspy

Author's Note: I have nothing to say for any of the emotions y'all are about to get from this. Enjoy!-Thorne

She wasn’t sure what she expected when she sat down, but the stretching silence growing between her and her estranged family wasn’t it. She tried to look anywhere but them, not because she was ashamed—far from it. But it was more than awkward sitting across from three brothers and a father she’d not spoken to in three years, let alone tell them she was even alive.

Her eyes found Wally’s as he sat down beside her eldest brother and if looks could’ve killed, he’d been dead and buried.

“Glare at me all you want, but I’m not going to apologize,” he shrugged.

Scowling, she turned her attention to the skyline. “Fuck you,” she spat, crossing her arms.

“At least talk to them, (Y/N).”

“And why should I, Wally?” she questioned, glaring at him. “I don’t have anything to say. If I did, I wouldn’t be here in Central.”

“You’re not leaving until you talk to them,” he finalized with a firm look and she growled low in her throat and resigned herself to her fate.

Her eyes darted to her father’s and she couldn’t for the life of her decipher what was in them. “I’ll talk for an hour,” she told him. “I’m not talking about what I’ve been doing in Central City, so don’t ask. I’m not talking about the life I’ve been living, so don’t ask. You’re only allowed to ask me about my departure and that’s it. But after one hour is up, I’m leaving.”

“Who said you get to leave,” Wally questioned, and she shot him the darkest glower she could muster.

“So help me God, Wally West you’ll either take me home or you’ll fix that fucking elevator and I’ll walk myself home. Because if you don’t, I’ll tell the world who every vigilante is at this table.”

For once she managed to stump him because his eyes went wide—so did her family’s but she didn’t care—and he finally nodded.

“Alright. One hour.”

Seemingly satisfied with his answer, she turned back to her family, more specifically her father. “Why are you here? What do you want from me?”

“Maybe for you to come home, (Y/N),” Jason answered, and she glanced to him.

“Not a chance. Next?”

“(Y/N), you don’t have to be hostile. We’re not going to force you here,” Dick said, and she looked at him now, eyes narrowing.

“The manipulation tactic isn’t going to work on me, Dick. I’m not here for to be tricked into coming back. I’m never coming back.” She cocked her leg over the side of the table and reclined, biting out, “Give me your anger. I’d prefer that instead of whatever this pitiful bullshit you’ve got going on.”

In the eighteen years they’d known their sister they’d never heard her say such a callous thing, but her words had practically slapped Dick across the face because hurt etched onto his expression, then immediately turned into anger.

“You want my anger? Fine.” He stood and pointed at her. “What the hell is wrong with you! Why would just up and disappear like you did! Do you have any idea how scared we were for you! How distraught!”

(Y/N) blinked at him. “Knowing how you like to carry the weight of the world on your shoulders because you can’t help but be a hero? Probably a lot.” She made a dramatic show of looking at her watch. “You’ve got forty minutes. Keep it up.”

Her eyes shifted to Bruce’s. “Did you let them read the letter? Or did you just throw it away after you read it?”

Dick, Jason, and Tim all turned to Bruce at that.

“Letter?” Tim repeated. “What letter?”

(Y/N)’s mouth made an ‘o’ shape and then she smiled knowingly. “Oh, you never showed them the letter, did you?” She looked to her brothers. “I wrote dad a letter the night I left to explain why I was leaving. It’s sugarcoated bullshit but it is the truth.”

Dick’s face contorted in anger. “(Y/N) left a reason behind and you didn’t tell us about it? Three years and not a single word?”

Bruce merely stared at her as he pulled the letter out of his coat pocket. “I was going to burn it when I found her again. Talk to her before anyone else could.”

Jason snatched the letter from his hands. It had faded a bit, softened around the hard edges, like someone had opened it and read it every day for three years.

His eyes scanned the paper, and he met her gaze, voice chock-full of hurt and she had to fight tooth and nail to keep herself from externally reacting. “You left because you thought we didn’t care about you?”

Dick reached over and took the letter. With furrowed brows and a frown, he started to read aloud, and Bruce gazed at (Y/N) as the memory came back to him.

***

Mornings at the manor were unusually quiet in comparison with the evenings. Everyone was typically too tired to argue so it accounted for a peaceful breakfast of soft words and chewing. Everyone had an assigned seat and every child had learned early on not to take the seat that belonged to another brother or their sister because there would be a fight about it.

Dick and Jason sat next to each other and (Y/N) took the seat at the end of that side; Tim and Damian took the other side—oldest to youngest, just the neat and even way Bruce liked it.

It was rare for any of the boys to be awake before him or Alfred and (Y/N) was usually the first kid to the table, the boys wandering in just minutes after her. Oddly enough, that morning she hadn’t come down for breakfast—which she always came to.

Bruce looked at Alfred. “Is (Y/N) coming down?”

Alfred hummed and gently maneuvered Tim’s arm to the side to he could set down the plate. “When I went to her door, it was locked, and I received no conversation from inside.”

Jason snorted and sipped his coffee. “Probably had a long night with her friends and is still out. I know I would be.”

“How would you know?” Tim interrupted. “You died before you got to the eleventh grade.”

“You’re one to talk, dropout,” Dick countered, and Damian sighed.

“Richard, you dropped out of college. The only son of Batman who has actually completed an entire bout of schooling is me.”

The three boys turned on him with scowls and retorted, “No one asked you, pipsqueak.” Damian glared back at them.

Bruce rolled his eyes, using the side of his fork to cut into his omelet. “Let’s try not to start a free-for-all here in the breakfast room, please.” He glanced at Alfred. “She’s probably tired from all the ceremonies. Let her sleep.”

Alfred nodded. “Of course, Master Bruce. She should be well rested this evening.”

But when the evening came, Alfred still hadn’t been able to get (Y/N) to unlock her bedroom nor speak to him. He certainly wasn’t worried, but it was off for her to be so reclusive. When Bruce and the boys came back from patrol, he mentioned it to him.

“Miss (Y/N) hasn’t come out from her bedroom, Master Bruce. Nor has she said a single word all day.”

Bruce’s brows furrowed and he tugged the cowl off, rising from the seat at the Batcomputer. “I’ll go check on her,” he replied. “You deal with…” his steel eyes drifted to Dick who had Tim in a headlock and Jason who was giving Damian a noogie. “Them,” he finalized, leaving the poor butler behind.

He knocked on the door to her room and pressed his ear to it. “(Y/N)? You haven’t come out all day. Is everything alright?”

Nothing. Not even a breath.

“(Y/N), are you in there?” he asked again and when he didn’t receive a confirmation, he raised his arm, running his fingers along the doorframe until he touched a small metal piece. He pulled it down and stuck it in the door, wiggling the knob for a second before it clicked, and he opened the door.

“Sweetheart, we’ve been trying to—” Bruce went silent when he saw the kempt room. Bed neatly made, everything organized and put away. Even her clothes hamper was empty.

He blinked and walked into the room, quickly heading to the bathroom to check for her there. It was empty as well, and just as clean, leaving him stunned as he exited the bath.

Wandering over to her desk, he saw an elegant envelope sitting on top of her laptop, his name written in beautiful penmanship. He picked it up and unfolded it, pulling out the multi-page letter. He drew his eyes along the golden lines, reading her words.

Dad,

I don’t really know how to start this letter. Truth be told I’ve written at least six before this one, and even then, I’m not entirely happy with it. But if you’re reading this, I’m not here anymore. I haven’t hurt myself in anyway, you don’t need to worry about Vicki Vale or Jack Ryder reporting the discovery of my body. I mean it in a literal sense—I’m not in Gotham anymore. Neither am I ever coming back.

Don’t think this is your fault. You’re a good father, the best I could’ve been given, and my brothers are good siblings. But the truth is that I’m not fit for this family of heroes. And I never have been. My best when trying to be what all of you are, was never good enough and I’ve spent eighteen years staring at your backs, waiting for you all to realize that I’m still here, that I still matter even if I’m not like you. And I don’t want to feel like a stranger in my own home any longer.

I don’t want you to look for me. I know you will, but I wish you wouldn’t. This isn’t some spur of the moment thing I decided to do the night after graduation. If you look at my bank records, I’ve been withdrawing cash from my savings since freshman year—this is four years of planning, so please understand that I’m doing this because I don’t want to be found—ever.

I’ll leave the story for the media up for you, though I doubt that they’ll care long enough to make a deal of it. It’ll pass like winter does spring and they’ll move on to the next bigger story.

Thank you for everything dad, and good luck with Gotham—keep it safe like you always have. And I hope that one day when you think of me, you won’t feel disappointment. I’ve only ever tried to be something that when you looked down on me, you’d only be proud, and I hope one day I’ll achieve what I always dreamed about. Eighteen is young to be on your own and I’m scared. But I’ll be okay—I always have been.

So do me a favor and don’t spend too much time over this. There are plenty more younger kids that need a parent’s hand on their backs to steady them like you once did for me. Find one and fill my spot. Let them shine brighter than I ever could. Let them be the one worthy to be a Wayne—I know I never was.

-(Y/N)

Bruce barely had time to grasp the back of her chair to keep himself from falling to his knees in shock. The letter was clenched in his hand and his lungs wouldn’t take in air like he wanted them to, his heart aching with each palpitation. He looked around the room to her dresser drawers, willing the strength into his legs to moved over to it. He opened every drawer and to his astonishment, they were empty. Hurrying to the bathroom, he noticed the drawers in there were empty as well. She was really gone. And he had no idea what to do.

***

Tears were in Dick’s eyes when he finished the letter and he looked up at her. “How could you ever think we didn’t care about you, (Y/N)?”

She didn’t want to have this conversation. She didn’t want to sit there and explain every time she asked her brothers if they wanted to do something with her and they conveniently had something else to do. Didn’t want to explain every school and extracurricular performance that went unattended and left a little girl standing in front of a crowd barely managing to stave off the tears as she bowed and thanked them for coming. She didn’t want to remember all the memories that chipped away at her heart with every disappointment that occurred. All she wanted to do was leave.

(Y/N) had earlier returned to her original position, hands in her lap and she clenched her fists until her nails bit into the skin of her palms, eyes directed anywhere but Dick’s.

“I think it’s time we call this little reunion done,” she said, standing to her feet. “We’re not going to get anywhere.”

“Not if you run again,” Jason muttered, unconsciously wiping a tear from his eye.

She pointed at him, hissing, “I didn’t run the first time, Jason. I left. On my own accord.”

“You ran instead of coming to us, (Y/N),” Tim said, and she threw her hands above her head in disbelief.

“What the fuck did you want me to do! Wander down into the cave and beg at your feet for someone to pay attention to me! To at least pretend like I was a sister! I did! Every day!”

(Y/N) picked up her purse and yanked it up her arm. “Cassandra seems to be fitting in better than I did. So go and dote on her as the younger sibling. I’m not interested in the position anymore.”

“It’s not a competition,” Dick explained. “We love you just as much as we love Cass.”

She paused and gazed at him, voice laced with disappointment as she disagreed, “Then you should make sure she’s content in the manor, because if you love her with any semblance of how you loved me? It’s not at all.”

Her eyes shifted to Wally’s. “Fix the elevator. Now.”

He stayed seated for a moment, the two of them staring each other down, then he nodded wordlessly and moved to the elevator, starting it again. Her family stayed seated, and she gave them one final look before she followed Wally, silently waiting for the doors to open.

When they did, she stepped inside and turned around, hitting the button. Just before the doors closed, Wally stopped them and murmured, “You’re making a mistake.”

“My worst mistake was becoming friends with you.” (Y/N) blinked at him, then reached up and shoved his hand away from the door and as it closed, she remarked coldly, “And you can go to hell for all I care.”