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emeritusemeritus · 9 months ago

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I didn’t want to be alone [Eddie Munson X Reader]

Title: I didn’t want to be alone.

Pairing: Eddie Munson x Reader {Established friendship but deliberately vague, can be romantic or not}. Platonic!Wayne Munson&Reader.

Timeline: Non-specified. There’s a brief mention of ‘trauma’ that I’d originally written as events from ST 1-3 but it could be anything. Insert your troubles here.

Summary: When things in your mind get bad, you know you always have a place to go.

Warnings: Brief mentions of trauma, illusions of mental illness. Sadness/ depression. This is a comfort fic. Wayne looks after us. Wayne Munson being the father figure we all need.

Word count: 3.4k

This is a complete comfort fic that I wrote to try and make myself feel better, a concept I came up with to try and get to sleep one night. My toddler isn’t sleeping, I haven’t slept properly for days and I’m losing my mind- keep me in your thoughts as I drown in coffee.

The last thing Wayne Munson expected to see when he pulled up to his trailer at 4am after his monthly half shift was your car; he especially didn't expect to see you sat stationary within the car, staring blankly up towards the dark trailer home. He frowns as he cuts the engine to his beat up truck, grabs his trusty brown thermos and metal lunchbox before he climbs out of the truck. When his eyes fix on you again, he sees that you haven't moved even an inch, not even acknowledging his approach. Your chin rests on your arm slung over the wheel, body slumped down in your seat with a vacant expression on your face, eyes heavy and pained. He can tell immediately that something isn't right with you, your body language completely thrown off as you stare into the void, unaware of everything around you.

He'd seen you look like this only once before, but Eddie had mentioned in passing that you'd had 'episodes' one or two times before, something about trauma, something that had haunted you from a few years back. Wayne was a simple man and didn't pretend to know what any of that meant, nor would he intrude and ask you about it when you so clearly didn't want to open up about what was plaguing you. He figured better people with bigger brains than he would be the only people that could understand what you were going through, but he'd try his best to help you where he could.

Wayne knows better than to make you jump in your impaired state and so he tried to delicately walk over to your car, putting himself directly in your eye line so that you wouldn't be alarmed once you realised he was there. It takes a minute or so for your eyes to focus on him, flicking over at the slow movement in your peripheral vision. Your shock at seeing him makes his eyes pull tight together in a squint, fighting the urge to frown at your unusual behaviour.

He walks over to your car door and finally takes in your appearance, the crease lines in his face getting deeper as he frowns once again, seeing that you are in no way dressed appropriately for the bitter cold, wearing only a pair of lounge shorts and an oversized band shirt that he instantly recognises as his nephew's.

You wind the window down as Wayne leans in, careful to be gentle with you as he sees the glassy, pained look still overwhelming your face, even after you'd broken out of your trance.

"What're you doing here girl? Got your key don't ya?" He says, trying his hardest to keep his tone balanced and his voice gentle; not an easy feat for a self proclaimed gruff, southern born hick like Wayne.

Wayne cringes as he feels the low temperature inside your car, the cold drifting out from your rolled down window. Somehow the inside of your car was even colder than the crisp, early morning air outside. Only then did Wayne remember you complaining that the heat and the ac in your car had busted a couple of weeks ago, but you couldn't afford to get it fixed right away on account of your 'full time student and part time waitress' salary.

You stare at him for a lingering moment, not even making a single attempt to reply as you usually would, the only sign that you had heard him at all was a subtle twitch of your eye. You eventually turn to look away, averting your gaze from his concerned eyes to stare back towards the trailer which was pitch black inside with no sign of life.

"I didn't know what to do," you said quietly, your voice timid and weak as you fought to push out your thoughts. "I remembered what you said about coming over anytime I needed to not be alone, but then I remembered the date and that Eddie was away at his gig. Then I remembered you said that Eddie didn't even have to be here, when you gave me the spare key. I got in my car and drove here but then I got stuck, not able to go inside because I'd be a burden but I couldn't leave either."

Wayne was quiet at he listened intently to you, giving you the time you needed to explain, knowing how hard it must be for you to speak your thoughts out loud. He silently nods gently, knowing at least partially what you were feeling as he acknowledges your troubles. He thinks it strange how often you said 'remembered' in the sentence, knowing that your words sounded uncharacteristic but he assumes that it is just you voicing your thoughts as they appeared in your head. His heart breaks a little at hearing your sad words, knowing that you must have felt real bad to have jumped in your car and drove all the way out here without thought of a jacket.

"Let's get you inside, 'fore ya catch a damn cold," he says gently, wanting to get you into the warmth as he sees goose flesh spreading across your skin and the unmistakable bounce of your leg from your body fighting the cold. He expects to be met with more resistance than you offer as you simply nod and reach for the keys that are still in the ignition. He opens the door for you, juggling his belongings in his arms as he leads you up the concrete steps to the trailer and unlocks the door, offering a tiny smile of empathy at you as he steps aside, allowing you to enter first.

As you step in, you're immediately met with stagnant warm air from the trailer being shut up all day, retaining the last slithers of heat emitted by the old space heater Wayne must have had on before he went to work. The trailer smells like home to you and immediately offers a level of comfort that you could never get anywhere else. There's a lingering smell of cigarette smoke which hangs thick in the air, mixed with a hint of Eddie's cheap cologne and old spice, old coffee and the overwhelming scent of both Eddie and Wayne, their warm natural scents mixing to create the personalised blend of the Munson trailer.

You tentatively take a seat on the couch once offered by Wayne, who immediately sets to turning on a few lamps before boiling some water for a warm drink for you both, throwing down his lunchbox and thermos on the counter in the process. He grabs two mugs from the cabinet, but immediately changes his mind as he thinks of way to cheer you up. He walks past you to reach for one of his many display mugs, grabbing your favourite of the bunch and rinses it in the sink before setting the two mugs aside to make a drink. He begins to pull out the coffee but stops himself, knowing that the last thing you need is a blast of caffeine in your system and so he reached for the small box of tea that he kept in just for you, pulling out your preferred flavour as he makes the drinks.

He takes a look at you as he waits for the water to boil, finally seeing you in the light that he'd turned on as you entered. Your eyes look dark and sunken, dark purple circles formed underneath your once sparkly eyes, telling him that you hadn't slept a wink. Your hair was haphazardly thrown up into a messy bun, faint smudges of mascara were present under your eyes and overall you looked thoroughly exhausted.

When he walks over to you, he's delicate with his approach, offering the tea out to you with a gentle smile. He notices your eyes widening slightly once you spot the special mug and a small smile tugs at your lips which he's thankful for as it means your coming out of your dark place. You mumble a thank you as you cradle the warm Star Wars mug in your hands, the heat rolling through your cold and shivering body.

"You wanna talk about it?" He says quietly, taking a seat and bringing his own mug to his lips. He sees a frown form on your eyebrows before your eyes close and you shake your head no at his suggestion. He simply nods, respecting your decision and giving you the grace of not asking any follow up questions.

"I'm sorry," your little voice says after a few silent moments.

"Don't ever be sorry, you did the right thing by coming here darlin," Wayne replies sweetly, to which you reply with a kind and grateful smile. "You're welcome here night or day."

Neither of you speaks for a moment, though it's a comfortable shared silence rather than an awkward interlude.

"So how come you ain't with Eddie at his gig?" Wayne asks a few moments later, taking another sip of his coffee. Your eyes flash with angst again and he suddenly regrets asking as your face drops slightly, not realising that his question could trigger you.

"I had an exam, couldn't get out of it," you shrugged gently, not managing to lift your eyes up from their fixed point upon your mug, watching the steam rise from the hot tea inside.

"You do okay?" Wayne asks, feeling a little awkward at asking. Eddie had always been a handful, especially when it came to doing his homework and anything academic, and Wayne's questioning of how projects went or finals or whatever else had fallen on deaf ears many years ago.

You nodded gently in reply, a little apprehensive maybe, "yeah I think so, it was only after when things started to go bad."

Wayne knew immediately that you were referring to your episode earlier, and his heart ached more for the girl in front of him who seemed so broken down, the girl he had grown to care for like a daughter. You fell quiet again, staring into space looking so exhausted you could drop down where you sat.

"Tell ya what, why don't ya go lay down in Eddie's room for a while, take your tea with yer," Wayne suggests, leaning forward slightly as he talked, not quiet reaching out to you but feeling a little closer to do so. "I'll make us some grub once you wake up."

You immediately begin to weakly protest, already feeling like a burden but Wayne shuts it down quickly. "Ain't no different then having Eddie here, 'cept you got a better sense of hygiene and noise control," he joked, earning a chuckle from you. "I'll be right through here if you need anything, ain't sleeping yet and I ain't going anywhere." His voice was still gentle but his words held a level of insistence which meant you couldn't question him, knowing he was being entirely honest.

"Uncle Wayne, thank you," you smiled gently, standing up off the couch and making your way through to the familiar back room, carrying your mug, before closing the door.

Stepping into Eddie's room without him here felt a little odd, but the sight of the room alone was enough to comfort you even more. Cigarette smell lingered here too, mixed with the faint whiff of marijuana, Eddie's cheap cologne and a general boy smell which wasn't entirely unpleasant. His guitar, sweetheart, was missing off the wall, along with two of the three amps that were usually littered around on the limited floor space.

You placed your mug on the nightstand, beside the ashtray, and didn't hesitate to throw yourself down onto the bed, pulling the sheets up high so that you were essentially cocooned in them. The sheets smelt perfectly like Eddie. Bringing them up to your nose to scent him, you felt instantly calmer by the second.

You could hear the faint murmur of the tv in the lounge, knowing that Wayne would probably be watching the 5am news or a repeat of his favourite western, the Comancheros. The knowledge of him being right outside was enough to comfort you even more, knowing that you weren't alone anymore.

For the first time since your episode began, you felt like you could actually finally fall asleep; the comfy bed, the lingering scent of Eddie all around you and the soft comforter all equated to your relaxed, happy state. Your tired eyes closed on their own accord, suddenly overwhelmed by the heaviness that pulled at them and without any hesitation or conscious effort, you slipped into a deep sleep, putting the bad day behind you.

Only a few hours later, early in the morning when Eddie's van roared up the dirt road towards the trailer, music turned down only slightly from its usual blaring volume, until it came to a sharp stop right outside his trailer. He frowned when he saw not only your car but his uncles truck parked outside, not expecting either of you to be there when he got back.

He stepped into the trailer and immediately spotted his uncle lounging in his armchair, a western playing on the old tv, without any sign of you.

Eddie nods to his uncle in greeting, before opening his mouth to question your whereabouts until Wayne instantly brings his finger to his lips, attempting to silence the boy from speaking too loudly. He didn't say anything in the moment, merely pointing towards the closed door leading to Eddie's room, hoping that he'd catch what he was trying to say.

Eddie nods his head, frowning a moment later as he realised what must have happened and that he wasn't here to help.

"You're back early boy," Wayne states, reaching for the tv remote to mute it, reaching out to grab a cigarette from the pack before lighting it, watching his nephew do the same thing only moments behind him after placing down the guitar in it's carrier by the small table.

"Gig was cancelled, burst pipe, never even made it on stage," Eddie mumbled, clearly annoyed at the facts he was relaying.

"There's always next time son," Wayne replies, taking a drag of his cigarette, earning a gentle nod from his nephew. "She's asleep, told her to get down in your room."

At the mention of you, Eddie's eyes flicker to the closed door of his bedroom, a warmth filling his gut at the thought of you sleeping in his room, especially without him there. Though he hated the thought of you suffering alone, disliking the thought of it happening when he wasn't here to help a little too much, the fact that you sought out him and his home gave him a little possessive buzz.

"Thanks Wayne, for, yanno," he couldn't quite get the words out that he wanted to say, feeling a little uncomfortable at the emotional weight in the conversation. Wayne understands, he always does and gives Eddie a nod that tells him everything, the look in his eyes conveying his affection for you, especially the way that it silently says 'I'd do it for you too'.

Eddie puts out his cigarette and with one last thankful look towards his uncle, creeps down the hall to his bedroom and slides open the door, trying desperately not to spook you.

It's dark in the room, the only light peeking through the window is from the street light a few meters away that shines rays of light over you thanks to his broken blinds.

He feels a little creepy watching you sleep but he can't resist, seeing you cocooned in his own sheets looking blissfully peaceful, the demons you carried not haunting your dreams. Your hair is spread across the pillow and there's a brief moment where he is genuinely excited that his sheets will smell like you the next night.

He doesn't fully undress, only throws off his shoes and the jeans that were still heavy and filled with ticket stubs and random change that he'd accumulated on the journey to the venue and then straight back. He's delicate as he climbs into bed beside you, praying he doesn't disturb you or worse, frighten you.

He sucks in a breath when he feels you move, no doubt sensing the presence behind you and for a moment he holds his breath, trying to stay completely still.

"Eddie?" You murmur sleepily, the hopefulness in your voice making his heart beat just a little harder at the sound.

"M'here princess," he says gently, pressing his hand delicately to your shoulder. He lets out a little noise of content when you turn over in bed and snuggle down into his chest, bringing your warmth with you. The pair of you cuddling wasn't entirely unheard of, but Eddie was certain it had never been this intimate before, not that he was complaining.

"Wanna talk?" He offers after a few moments of silence, sensing that your breathing hadn't returned to your peaceful sleep pattern. You shake your head on his chest and try to snuggle further down, secretly inhaling more of his scent as you sought comfort that only he could provide.

"How was your gig?" You mumbled, sleepiness still making you slur your words just a little, feeling as if speaking in full was too much effort.

"Got cancelled princess, s'why I'm back," he explains gently. His ringed hand has started to absently rub back and forth across your back and you wish he'd never stop doing it.

"What time is it?" You ask, sitting up just enough to look at him, though you could only really make out his outline in the darkness. You frown, suddenly realising that Eddie was back much, much earlier than you'd anticipated and his words of explanation slowly sunk in. "It got cancelled, why?"

Once again, Eddie feels like the grinch with his heart expanding in significant increments, feeling it grow and swell at your distraught tone. You actually cared that the gig was cancelled.

"Pipe burst," he says with a shrug, a much calmer reaction to the news than he'd had only a few hours ago when he'd gone ballistic and kicked the tyres of his van.

"I'm sorry Eddie, you were really excited." He smiles down at you, even if you can't see it. Suddenly feeling overwhelming affection for you. He shrugs again and pulls you closer, holding on to you just a little tighter.

"So, do you come here often without me? Think I might be developing a complex here princess." Even in the dark you can hear the smirk in his voice and you use your head to jab him just a little in the ribs at his insinuation.

"Better when you're here," you mumble, resting your head again against his soft body. "Just needed you."

Eddie bites back a smile, knowing that you would never dare say that in the light of day but somehow between the darkness and the late, or early, hour, everything said between you both seems like a secret, your own little world created where nothing is out of bounds.

"How did your exam go?" He asks, still slowly running his ringer fingers across your back.

"Sssh, too much talking," you say with a smile, not wanting to think about the day before. He understands, it was a Munson's best quality after all to know when talking wasn't beneficial; when being arrested, in an argument with your woman and just occasionally when the moment was so perfect no words would be good enough.

"Coffees on me in the morning," he says, his eyes closing as he feels your breathing even out again, your body sinking further into him as sleep begins to take over.

"Mmmm, sounds nice," you say lightly, the tiredness and proximity to sleep so clear in your voice that it makes Eddie smile out into the dark room.

"Donuts too," he adds, kissing the top of your head as it rests on his chest, feeling prouder than he'd ever felt before. You'd found comfort in him and in turn he'd found comfort in you too, both of you slowly sailing off to sleep surrounded by each other, the pains of the day before disappearing entirely.

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winterlogysblog · 2 years ago

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FAIRY TAIL FANFIC | PHONE CALL

Title: Phone Call

FF.NET | AO3

Pairing: Gray Fullbuster/ Juvia Lockser

Based from this beautiful Chapter Cover....

Gray fidgets with the miniature communication lacrima in his pocket as he figures out the perfect time to excuse himself from the group.

"We could set up camp here." Erza declared.

Wendy nodded and started setting up the camp with Carla. Lucy, Natsu, and Happy soon followed. Gray sighed and placed his satchel on the ground, and helped out for a bit before sneaking away.

He walked a couple of meters away from the group and blended into the crowd of the town.

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"Our tents are done." Erza proclaimed. "Now, Natsu, Gray, and I are going out to hunt for our dinner. Lucy, Wendy, you two guard our camp.

Erza fixed her armor and looked around and noticed that a certain ice mage is missing.

"Where's Gray?"

"He's here just a second ago," Wendy replied, shifting her head from left to right trying to find him.

"That jerk's slacking off again!" Natsu shouted. "I'm gonna find him and beat his lazy butt." He ran forward, leaving everyone behind.

Erza sighed. "I'll go hunting."

"Happy, follow Natsu and make sure he doesn't break anything."

"Aye, sir!!" The blue cat gave the knight a salute before flying away.

"Gray-san's grown habit of running away whenever we're about to set up camp or check in a hotel," Wendy spoke.

"Yeah." Lucy nodded. "It's weird, he never does that before."

"What could he be doing?"

—

"Hey, how have you been?" Gray said, leaning his back against a wall, his miniature communication lacrima prompt up in his ear

"Juvia's good, she just got back to the apartment. How's the mission?" A soft voice passed through the lacrima.

"Tiring, being able to hear your voice is sorta therapeutic."

"Juvia misses you." Juvia giggled, clutching a pillow to her chest.

"I miss you too."

Gray responded with a low chuckle before continuing their conversation.

"How's the guild?"

"Still the same. Although, we got some new members." Juvia responded.

"This isn't another Touka situation is it?" Gray arched a brow.

Juvia giggled. "No, this is different."

"Jellal, Meredy, and Cobra joined."

"I guess that makes sense." Gray nodded.

"Meredy planned on taking Juvia on a job with her and Jellal," Juvia added.

"Also with Jellal." It's a weird feeling but Gray doesn't like the idea of Juvia going on a mission with him even if he knows there's nothing wrong with it.

"Meredy thinks it'll be a fun bonding experience," Juvia replied.

It makes sense, both Juvia and Jellal are close friends with Meredy. It's normal for her to want both of her close friends to get along. However, Gray can't help but still get that uneasy feeling.

"Is there anything wrong, darling?"

"Nothing, it's great that they joined the guild, who knows, maybe in one of Jellal's missions, he'd stumble upon Erza again." Gray joked and he received an adorable giggle from the water mage.

"Where is Gray-sama now?"

"Some random corner in the town we're in, I gotta separate myself from the others mainly because Natsu is way too loud."

"Has Gray-sama eaten yet?"

"We just set up camp, Natsu and Erza are probably out hunting."

"You're not gonna help them?"

Gray shrugged. "They can handle it, I wanna talk to you."

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Natsu is finally able to find Gray, he's leaning at a brick wall in some random corner, his miniature communication lacrima is up against his ear, clearly speaking to someone.

"Oi!! Stripper!!!" The dragon slayer called.

Gray jolted up, his attention shifted towards Natsu.

"Natsu's here, I gotta go." He spoke over the lacrima.

"Alright then, take care Gray-sama, Juvia loves you," Juvia responded.

Gray smiled before hanging up. "I'll call again tomorrow."

"Who's that?" Natsu asked, running towards the ice mage.

"It's just Juvia," Gray mumbled a response.

"Ohh he loves her~." Happy giggled while flying in circles.

"Ugh." Gray rolled his eyes. "This is why I don't tell you guys about stuff."

"Hey!!" Natsu gasped, offended by the statement.

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uenodivision · 3 years ago

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War War War (Jet Set Trio vs. Sakurai Clan Ver.)

[Tomi:]

You should have taken our offer when we gave the chance, wench. Now you're going to pay for it!

[Aranai:]

I'm gonna enjoy wiping the floor with you, you mouthy, little fuck!

---(All)--- WAR! This is our way of life WAR! Here, there’s no choice but to kill WAR! No backing outta this fight WAR! WAR! WAR! WAR! (Let’s go!) WAR! We've honed our rhymes WAR! Sharpened words to cut like knives WAR! You'll be lucky just to survive WAR! WAR! WAR!

[Luis:]

We are the JST! (Karada: What's up?) The best rap group alive, why can't you see? Sakurai Clan tries to act like their emcees But they're at the bottom of the pole, don't you agree? (Tomi: Yes!) From the moment that we met, I didn't like you A lawyer, a nun, and a loudmouth bitch too With our cold-ass rhymes and our hellish hate We will burn you all, that is your fate!

[Kisouna:]

That's quite big talk from someone so small You act big and bad, but you had the gall To try to use and bribe us because you're scared There's no use trying to hide, cause you won't be spared! The only thing that you lot trust is money I'd say I feel sorry, but I'm not, cause it's funny! (Aranai: Ha!) You have nothing to say, so there's nothing to discuss Why don't you boys run back home, and leave the real work to us?

---(All)--- WAR! This is our way of life WAR! Here, there’s no choice but to kill WAR! No backing outta this fight WAR! WAR! WAR! WAR! (Aight!) WAR! We've honed our rhymes WAR! Sharpened words to cut like knives WAR! You'll be lucky just to survive WAR! WAR! WAR!

[Karada:]

Me against a nun? Now, that's just not fair I'm not pulling any punches, so you'd best to beware Take your 'holier than thou' attitude and get bent It's not doing anything but costing me sense (cents) I believe in only one thing, and that's myself Your little B.I.B.L.E. can rot on my bookshelf The only god I worship is the one of victory Which is why JST will win this easily! (Tomi: Not bad, Karada.)

[Shisuta:]

'Holier than thou'? Now, that's just sad To hear that from someone like you makes me want to laugh You, who boast and brag about your wealth and physique When on the inside, you are just poor and weak Your 'god' is superficial, meaning it isn't real It won't solve all your problems or help you through your ordeals The true god of victory is the Most High God Which is why this battle is your loss! (Aranai & Kisouna: LOL)

---(All)--- WAR! This is our way of life WAR! Here, there’s no choice but to kill WAR! No backing outta this fight WAR! WAR! WAR! WAR! (Aranai: Sakurai Clan! Ahh!) WAR! We've honed our rhymes WAR! Sharpened words to cut like knives WAR! You'll be lucky just to survive WAR! WAR!

[Tomi:]

My name? It's High Class, you peasants!

You dare to insult me right in my face? Women like you should stay still and learn their own place! Just looking at you fills me with such agitation Stay in Ueno City, it fits your horrid reputation! Those precious sakura trees you seem to hold highly I'll tear them all down, it would do your city nicely! None of you are worthy of JST's technique (Luis: Not at all.) I've no time to waste on someone pitiful and weak! (Karada: LOL)

[Aranai:]

This woman you're talking to has a name, you prick It's Aranai, and you'd better say it with respect, bitch! You obviously don't know the rules of our city So let me lay it out for you, little baby Tomi (Kisouna: One!) When Sakurai talks, you shut up and listen! (Shisuta: Two!) We don't like something, you hurry up and fix it! (Shisuta & Kisouna: Three!) Never, ever disrespect the sakura! Break any of these, and you'll meet us (Sakurai Clan: The Sakurai Clan!)

---(All)--- WAR! This is our way of life WAR! Here, there’s no choice but to kill WAR! No backing outta this fight WAR! WAR! WAR! WAR! (Yeah!) WAR! We've honed our rhymes WAR! Sharpened words to cut like knives WAR! You'll be lucky just to survive WAR! WAR! WAR!

[Kisouna:]

Time to finish this!

You Aoyama fools have clearly met your match So hurry and retreat before you end up dispatched!

[Luis:]

And who's going to end us? You? Get real! You will never extinguish our hot-as-hell zeal!

[Shisuta:]

JST, you can see that you're beat Please do the right thing, and admit your defeat!

[Karada:]

'Admit our defeat?' Why the hell would we do that? We can never be beaten, and that is a fact!

[Aranai:]

I'm sick and tired of you upper-class pricks! Hurry up, so we can finally put an end to this shit!

[Tomi:]

This battle has been over long before its begun The ravelings of Sakurai have now come undone! (JST! JST!)

---(All)--- WAR! This is our way of life WAR! Here, there’s no choice but to kill WAR! No backing outta this fight WAR! WAR! WAR! WAR! WAR! We've honed our rhymes WAR! Sharpened words to cut like knives WAR! You'll be lucky just to survive WAR! WAR! WAR!

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aoyama-division · 3 years ago

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War War War (Jet Set Trio vs. Sakurai Clan Ver.)

[Tomi:]

You should have taken our offer when we gave the chance, wench. Now you're going to pay for it!

[Aranai:]

I'm gonna enjoy wiping the floor with you, you mouthy, little fuck!

[Luis:]

[Kisouna:]

[Karada:]

[Shisuta:]

[Tomi:]

My name? It's High Class, you peasants!

[Aranai:]

[Kisouna:]

Time to finish this!

You Aoyama fools have clearly met your match So hurry and retreat before you end up dispatched!

[Luis:]

And who's going to end us? You? Get real! You will never extinguish our hot-as-hell zeal!

[Shisuta:]

JST, you can see that you're beat Please do the right thing, and admit your defeat!

[Karada:]

'Admit our defeat?' Why the hell would we do that? We can never be beaten, and that is a fact!

[Aranai:]

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six-of-brides · 3 years ago

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@x0-emoidiot-x0

@anxiousreject

I look to see whom I hurt, and my heart sinks to my stomach.

Destroyer is clutching his side, vomiting blood. And Mourner is bleeding from his ears and nose.

I go from feeling like we’re going to win to feeling like I’m going to hurt someone I shouldn’t be hurting.

“Thought you could beat us, didn’t you?”

you’re just a failure. Might as well go away. No one wants you.

“You think these people like you? You’re weak. Pathetic. A freak show of a human being. If you can even call yourself that."

I’m losing control of my powers, and if I can’t get away from everyone else, I’m going to really hurt one of our people, which is the last thing I would want to happen. How would I expect to be on the winning side if I can’t even stop myself from hurting our own fighters.

Now I see why they didn’t want me fighting. Prophet probably knew that I was going to be out of control, so he didn’t want me fighting, and Savior knew that too. They told me not to do this, I guess I should have listened.

stupid. You’re just an idiot.

“What is going on?”

Abigail runs over, fear in her eyes.

“Abigail, Run back to the tent!”

“You should be in the tent!”

Sensibly, she runs back.

I’m so out of control, and at this point I’m not even hitting people, I’m hitting the ground or dead bodies. I occasionally hit someone, but it always comes so close to missing, and I can’t seem to aim towards anything or anyone anymore. This is bad.

Suddenly, as soon as I feel like I’m far away enough from everyone, I see Prophet standing in front of me. He isn’t super close, but he’s still close enough for me to hit him. I start trying to get away from him, but I can’t move fast enough. I wind up sending a blast in his direction, and I instantly scream towards him. “Look out! Get out of the way!” He turns around right in time for it to hit him. He clutches his chest, clearly in pain. No no no no...

Savior

I look to my side as I see a few of our own people rushing away from FEAR. To my shock and dismay, I see Prophet lying unconscious on the ground.

I run past the small crowd of fighters that surround him and kneel at his side. He’s bleeding from the abdomen.

"Prophet, can you here me?"

"Who said that?"

"Savior. I'm right here, Prophet. Do you know what happened?"

"I just feel pain in my side.

I know that I can fix this, but I need peace to make sure I don’t accidentally poison him.

"Mystic...he's the only one who could've done this."

"I gave him strict instructions to stay at the tent."

Prophet's voice is raspy. Barely a whisper.

"He lives to be useful. If he can't help, he.."

Prophet stops speaking, and I fear the worst.

If I get too stressed out, my powers will see him as a danger and poison him. Its happened before. During my valedictorian speech, they had to cancel the whole event because I was so nervous, I poisoned the wires.

"What Happened?" one of the fighters exclaims.

"I don't know. Just... grab the bandages. They're in the first aid kits."

They run off, and just when I think I’m okay to start, I see bodies being thrown to the other side of the desert and destroyed as if they were nothing as Destroyer sends all of the FEAR officials in his path flying.

"Good job, Destroyer!"

"Thanks! Do you know where Mystic is?"

"He should-"

"Believe me, he probably isn't there."

I want to ask more, but Destroyer returns to fighting officials.

That’s good, but not my situation. I need to get Prophet somewhere safer.

I pick him up and start running away from all of the chaos. When the sounds of the battleground start to become distant, I know that we’re safe for now. I place him on the ground and start running my hand across his wound.

"Papa, what happened?"

I look, and Abigail stares back at me.

"Prophet got hurt, sweetie."

"Where?"

"That, I don't know. But he's going to be fine."

She looks at me. "You don't know that, don't you?

I look for something in myself to tell her that I know he'll be fine, but I can't.

"You're right, Abby. I don't. But I need to try."

She looks at me for a little while, them walks back to her tent, a little slower than usual.

There’s a lot of bleeding, but it doesn’t seem to be anything that can’t be fixed. Still, it’s something that was enough to knock him out, might slow him down in the long run. I hope that isn’t the case, but there’s only so much I can do right now.

I can’t just leave him here, and I can’t leave him alone on the battlefield. That would be just what FEAR needs to destroy us entirely. But that means I’m not going to be able to fight anymore. I guess that’s still the better option, because we need Prophet a lot more than he realizes.

"I'm sorry."

"Sorry for what?"

"I-"

"Don't you dare say you're slowing me down. All you did was get hurt. The other three are kicking ass on the battlefield."

"I have my doubts."

"Please rest."

I know he’s the best person for the job, no matter what he says, and we need him in order to stay strong and keep marching on.

I pick Prophet up again and start moving closer to the battlefield to see how things are going.

"Savior, flying official at ten o'clock!"

I look to my left, and the horns are two inches from my neck before I manage to get off the ground.

"AHHH" the official screams.

I can't read his expression, but I know he's terrified.

"What, scared if a little magic?"

As I float away, the official is crossing himself repeatedly.

Despite the fact that we were both gone, it looks like things are still going well for us, and the number of FEAR soldiers is growing smaller by the minute. It’s just a matter of time before this battle ends. Whatever happens, I need to stay by Prophet’s side until he wakes up, leaving him like this would be a mistake.

As I watch the scene playing out in front of me, I notice someone that catches my eye. Mystic! That bastard! I told him not to go out, I told him to stay put! What is he doing out here? Did he not listen when I told him he needed to stay away from the fight?

We’re not going to make it if Mystic gets hurt too, and that could happen so easily right now, does he even realize that?

As the battle starts thinning out a bit, I notice that Prophet is starting to move around, and his breathing is starting to become normal again.

"Where am I?"

Is this a scene he’s going to want to wake up to see? I mean, no one wants to wake up in the middle of a battle, but at least our side is doing well, right? I-well, doesn’t have a choice anyway, but it would be best for him to wake up in a low-stress environment, soooo....not ideal

I keep my eyes glued to the fight to make sure no one else is hurt on our side. This happened while I wasn’t watching, so who knows what could happen if I turn my head again? I mean, looking at what happened with Prophet, I guess the possibilities are endless…

Destroyer

After what seemed like an eternity of fighting, the battle is finally over, and we won. The few remaining FEAR officials retreated. I try not to look at the bodies on the ground around me, that isn’t going to do anything but freak me out and make me lose track of what I’m doing.

"Where's…" I can't get the words out before I'm vomiting again.

So, I walk over to where Prophet is. He was hurt during the battle, and while I know that Savior has it under control, I still need to check in. Whenever Prophet goes down, I’m pretty much in charge. How that happened, I'll never know. I need to see how long that’s going to go on for this time.

When I get over to them, I see Savior cleaning up the blood around the now sewn up wound on Prophet's abdomen. Prophet looks fine, he’s just unconscious at the moment.

“Do you think he’s going to need time to recover?”

“Not much, just some time to come to his senses. And I know you need help with that." He points to the blood stains on my shirt. I'm fixed up in a few minutes

Lord above knows I wouldn’t be a good leader. One freakout would be all it would take for me to destroy so many lives, someone like me should never be put in charge. I explode so easily.

"Is everyone OK over here?"

"Yeah. Actually, I wanted to show you something."

The fighter quickly takes out his spear.

"I found this material in a supply chest FEAR left behind during the retreat.. This twine-"

"How much of it do we have?" I say quickly.

"Um, a fair amount."

"Great! Okay, you'll need to run the idea by Prophet, but I love this!"

"You've seen this before"

"Yes-back in the city. This stuff is legendary. I'm so glad you found some!"

We’re getting stronger, we must be doing something right. We’ve been spending a lot more time training. We need our fighters to know exactly how they can attack and defend those who need it. That one battle. So many hurt that we weren’t sure how to go on. Not this time. This was nothing like that. Most of our casualties were small wounds that can be fixed easily, the deaths were massive, and all were FEAR officials.

Now that Savior doesn’t have to tend to Prophet, he’s doing his own thing, and that thing is marching over to Mystic and yelling at him. I try to move away, but Savior's voice carries. I close my ears tight and pray it works. Mystic wasn’t even in good condition for fighting today, and Savior warned him to stay down during the battle. Mystic is trying to defend himself by saying that we won anyway, but that’s just making Savior angrier. “You don’t understand! You could have gotten seriously injured, or worse—”

“But I didn’t.”

“That doesn’t matter! You can’t just ignore orders like that! What the hell were you thinking?!?! You could've gotten hurt in your state. It's a miracle only Prophet got injured!"

He swallows hard. "Mourner.."

"Now's not the time to being him int-"

"I hurt Mourner, Savior! His nose and ears are bleeding. I am positive there is damage I can't see."

His eyes are filling up with tears.

I don't think Mystic wants to live without him.

Puppy love at it's finest.

He takes a deep breath.

"Why did you leave the infirmary when I gave you strict instructions not to."

"I wanted to help."

His voice is small, childish.

"It would have been better if you just stayed here."

Mystic goes quiet.

Mourner starts walking over to them, and I know that he’s just going to make things worse. His face is filled with dried blood. He is just going to defend him over this. I need to stop him. I walk over to him and grab his shoulder.

“Don’t go over there. Stay out of this, Mystic will be fine.” He stops moving, but I see that he’s still tempted to go over there and make Savior shut up.

"What do you think worked for us this time?"

"Our weapons were in better condition. We used our powers more."

"We also knew the area. They didn't."

"Just when we have that advantage, we have to move."

We talk about that for a few minutes, and Savior is still yelling at Mystic. Mourner’s starting to get distracted by that again, so I know I should go over there and stop him. So, I start walking over to them, and Mourner follows me.

“Stay here, Mourner.”

“Why?”

“You’re just going to make things worse, stay. Leave Mystic alone for now, he’s not happy.”

I walk over there and stand in between them. Mystic is on the verge of tears, and Savior is red in the face. I honestly never thought that boy had the capacity to be so angry, but then again, he is pretty much a single father, I guess "protective" comes naturally.

“I think he gets it, Savior. You can stop now.”

“No I can’t!”

“Yes, you can. Go see Prophet, he’s going to need you when he wakes up.”

He storms off, and I look over at Mystic. He's barely holding back tears, and is quietly repeating something over and over. He looks like a child getting left by his parents. “You good?”

“Fuck off,” He says before stomping away and over to his tent.

I wish he would tell us what the hell happened in his life to make him react this way.

He just looks pitiful. Wow. I look around the room. Everyone looks tense, I have to at least try and keep things calm until Prophet gets up.

Now that we’ve won the battle, we have to leave. We have to move on and find more territory that they occupy out here. They know exactly where we are. Most people are already packing up, some are ready to go. I just need to get my things and get going. I want to get out of here, the sight of the bodies is making me sick.

As soon as I get to my tent, I hear Savior yelling. “Guys, he’s waking up!” I run over, and Mourner comes over with me. I told Mourner to leave Mystic alone, so he’s probably going to stick with me. I see Prophet moving around slightly, and then his eyelids flutter open. Savior has calmed down a bit. Thank God.

"What-"

Prophet already looks upset. I know he’s got something on his mind right now, which is never good. Given the abilities He could be foreseeing someone’s death, for all I know. Either way, he’s super tense about whatever it is. It's going to be difficult working with him…

Prophet

I wake up in a tent. Everything around me looks blurry at first. When my vision comes back, I see that I have Savior, Mourner, and Destroyer at my side. “What happened?” "You were hit with stray power. Someone-" he glares at Mystic "thought it would be a good idea to fight when he was told, explicitly, that he was in absolutely no position to do so."

Mystic looks extremely guilty, and tightly holding onto Mourner, who has dried blood around his nose and mouth. “There was a wound on your abdomen, but I fixed that. How do you feel?”

“Fine. How did the rest of the battle go?”

"We scared them off after we murdered ¾ of their army. Only a few fighters on our side

we're injured." Mourner goes more in detail about the battle itself. Thankfully, after everything that happened we won. I still got hurt, apparently the worst loss. "I took control after you blanked out."

"Thank you."

"No problem!"

"What should we do next?" Mystic asks, words quickly spilling out of his mouth.

For a moment, I have no idea what to say. My mind is still a bit foggy, and I’m drawing a complete blank.

Train for what will come next. Look at what worked, that helped us win.

Just as I go to talk about that, a horrible image appears in my mind. We stay here and FEAR brings a bigger army, and they corner us. They destroy us instantly. The vision makes me sick to my stomach.

"Prophet, what's going on?" Mourner untangled himself from Mystic's arms and walks over to me.

The only way to prevent this from happening is to run. We have to leave ASAP.

"They're…"

Before I can get the second word in, I throw up, and every minute wasted on cleaning it up is another minute wasted.

"We need to go. NOW. Pack lightly. Leave what you can. It doesn't matter. I want to be gone from this place by midnight."

With that, they go to alert everyone. I get up and make my way back to my own tent. I spend some time sitting and collecting my thoughts.

Thirty minutes to the nearest city

You'll never be successful

They can fit everything into their cots

Why don't you ever listen!

Mystic has nothing With with him

I hear a knock at the door, and Destroyer faces me

"Can I come in?"

"Sure."

He sits on my trunk. No way in hell I'm leaving that behind.

You'll just drag everyone down

"If we move too slowly, they’ll catch up to us, so we have to move swiftly."

"So, what's the plan when we do get out of here?"

"There is a FEAR headquarters building. If we're careful, we can move safely towards one of the FEAR headquarters, and plan a sneak attack. This is our only hope, so all I can do is make sure everyone gets up on time. But I will need your help. Will you be okay with this?"

He takes a deep breath. "I think so."

"If you feel uncomfortable at anytime, please let one of us know."

Usually no one has an issue with getting up on time, so I should be able to calm down, but if I let my guard down and ease up, something will go wrong.

You're so useless, something will go horribly wrong regardless

"I don’t think it’s your turn to stay up and watch for attackers. Savior's on duty."

"Who's watching Abigail?"

"Mourner. I'm helping."

Yay, I have the chance to sleep tonight. I need to rest well, because we need to leave as soon as the sun rises…

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one-boring-person · 4 years ago

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Only Traitors Consort With The Damned. (Part Twelve)

The Lost Boys x reader

Warnings: some graphic injury detail, bad language, mention of death

Context: Nico and (Y/n) go to the cave and talk with the boys

A/N: I have finally figured out how this is going to end, so at least now I have a target to aim for!😁 enjoy!😊💛❤ (p.s. it's a little bit cringy, sorry)

Masterlist

"It stinks here, (Y/n). You sure this is the right place?" Nico questions me as we pull up near the Bluff, leaving the car in the forested area a little way back from the edge to keep it hidden from unfriendly eyes.

"I'm sure. It only smells because vampires live near here." I point out, swinging open the car door and attempting to climb out, a sharp yelp of pain leaving me as I put weight on the injured knee.

"Yeah, I can tell. Hey, you shouldn't be trying to walk anywhere, you'll only make it worse." The werewolf says to me, exiting the car and coming around to me, holding the door open for me as he watches me struggle, "I can go get your stuff."

"No, that's not a good idea. They'll attack you as soon as you go inside." I tell him, sitting back as i try to think of a way of doing this.

"You still can't walk, (Y/n). I think I can take my chances with them." He lifts an eyebrow; internally, I know he's right, he's the strongest person I've ever met, and has easily fought off a pack of other wolves before by himself. A few vampires would be no problem.

"I'm not letting you kill them, they're my friends."

"Friends who left you to die back there." Nico points out, before reaching down and scooping me up into his arms again, "If you insist on coming, then I'll carry you."

"Fine, but don't act all hostile around them." I don't mention his first words, trying not to dwell on that thought too much.

"I can't promise anything." He says, tightening his grip on me briefly as he uses a foot to close the car door, turning and walking in the direction I point him in.

"Just be careful at the bottom of the walkway - I put traps there and they're probably still there." I inform him, loosely wrapping an arm around his neck as he walks.

"Traps? What kind of traps?" He questions, stepping gingerly onto the walkway, testing it carefully under his weight. It freaks slightly, but holds, allowing him to step out onto it properly.

"Just a couple of tripwires. I didn't have much to work with, as I left most of my stuff back in the shack, but they work well enough."

The werewolf nods, carefully moving down the steps and onto the stretch leading into the abandoned hotel, noticing the tripwires laid out there even in the darkness, deliberately stepping over them to avoid setting them off. Upon entering the actual cave, he avoids the last trap and stands in the centre, sharp grey eyes quickly locating the resident vampires, who have all formed a protective line with David at its head, faces contorted into snarls. Each of them is tense and menacing, fangs bared, eyes glowing dangerously as they regard the newcomer, who let's out a low warning growl from deep within his chest, the sound of which vibrates under my hands.

"What do you want, dog? How did you find us?" David spits across the room, standing stock still.

"You should be more careful about who you call a dog, leech." Nico bites out, voice dropping an octave as he makes himself more threatening.

"Hey, hey, we're not here to fight. I just wanted to get my stuff back." I interject before things get out of hand, Nico's muscles having tensed around me slightly, his skin heating as he fights the instinct to turn.

For the first time, the vampires look at me, their faces morphing back to their human ones as they realise I'm there, though they remain tense and keep their distance.

"(Y/n)?! You're alive?!" Paul exclaims, blue eyes incredulous as he stares at me.

"Yeah, no thanks to you four." Nico growls, holding me closer to him in a protective way, eyes fixed on the vampires.

Marko and Paul both hiss at the werewolf, moving as if to advance on him, before Dwayne puts out a hand to stop them, clearly recognising that there is no real threat as long as they act amicable.

"I'm alive. Nico was the one shooting, and he's the one who rescued me." I explain briefly, "Now can I get my things, please?"

David doesn't say a word, keeping his eyes trained on Nico as Paul and Marko move to stand behind their leader. Dwayne rolls his eyes and leaves the room momentarily, returning a minute later with my rucksack, which he hands to me hesitantly, uneasy about being in the presence of such a large werewolf, unused to being completely dwarfed in size.

"Thanks, Dwayne." I smile gratefully at the vampire, going to take the bag, only to wince when my leg throbs suddenly. Instantly, Nico is adjusting his grip on me, concern flooding his features, Dwayne frowning slightly as he notices.

"Did you get hurt, (Y/n)?" He asks me, looking over my body.

"Yeah, I was shot by one of the Hunters when they were chasing me. They beat me up pretty badly, too." I admit, gesturing to my leg with a grimace.

The brunette vampire moves to look at it, hesitating briefly as he shoots both Nico and I a questioning look, waiting for us both to give permission, which we do. Very carefully, the vampire takes my leg in his hands and looks at the sound, before releasing it again swiftly.

"Do you want me to take a look at it? Or do you need to go?" He offers, ignoring the protests from the vampires behind him.

"That would be great, actually, though we do need to be quick. They'll come looking soon enough." I accept, gesturing to Nico to put me down, which he does, placing me gently down onto one of the sofas, going to stand by me as he eyes David, Paul and Marko. Dwayne takes a first aid kit from a nearby surface and comes over, rolling up my trouser leg so that he can look at the wound, which has narrowly missed my kneecap.

"What's your plan?" He asks as he works, starting to clean the area before reaching for a pair of tweezers and starting to try to locate the bullet still lodged in my leg. I wince and grimace, fighting off the urge to scream as I try to ignore the pain.

"We're going to leave Santa Carla. It's not safe for me here anymore, and I've got you four in enough trouble as it is, which I'm really sorry about, by the way. I should've left weeks ago." I inform him, staying as vague as possible, so that the information can't be extracted from him if he were to be tortured.

"Its fine, (Y/n), we knew to expect trouble when we first befriended you." The vampire smiles, pulling the bullet from the wound with a small tug, blood pouring out over his hands, making the four of them turn their heads towards me, his fangs trying to break out. Noticing this, Nico moves to stand in front of Dwayne and I on the sofa, his eyes flashing yellow as he growls deep in the back of his throat again, using his body stature to deter them.

"Still, I feel terrible." I wince, before continuing, "I'll be out of your hair forever by the morning."

"Forever?" Paul asks from the back of the room, sounding somewhat saddened by this.

"Yeah, forever. I'm a fugitive now, I can't stay anywhere anymore, or I'll be caught. That's why I've asked Nico to help me - he's an expert at staying hidden." I grin up at the werewolf as he turns and gives me a fond smile, relaxing slightly as he notices that Dwayne is ignoring the blood on his hands in favour of bandaging me up instead.

"So...we can't see you again? Ever?" Marko chips in this time, the blond sounding almost upset.

"Its unlikely we'll meet again. I'm sorry, but that's how it needs to be." I make eye contact with David at this point, who simply looks away, as if trying to hide some sort of emotion. With a final pull of the bandage, Dwayne finishes up and stands up, going to wipe his hands on a piece of cloth hanging around, inspecting his handiwork proudly.

"Ther-" He goes to say, only to be cut off by Nico shushing him, the German werewolf holding up a hand.

We fall silent, tension souring the air as we wait for him to reveal what he has heard to us, my pulse nearly audible in the room, blood pounding in my ears.

"They're here." He says, eyes widening slightly as he looks to me, "And she's with them."

"Oh fuck..." I curse, knowing exactly who he's talking about. Instantly, I find myself held in Nico's arms again, the werewolf trying to locate another exit.

"Hang on, you're telling us that those bastards are here now?" David exclaims, going to stand in front of us.

"Yeah, but it's not just them..." I admit, gritting my teeth.

"What do you mean?"

"Valentine Fletcher is with them." Nico reveals, staring the vampire down.

"Ok, and who the hell is that?" The platinum blonde snaps, becoming frustrated.

"Isn't that..." Marko whispers across the room, paling, if possible, considerably at the thought.

"Who? Who is it?" Paul chimes in now, clearly terrified.

"Valentine Fletcher is the leader of the SRS, and now she's here to finish the job."

Part Thirteen

#the lost boys #joel schumacher #vampire #david(thelostboys)#kiefer sutherland #paul(the lost boys)#dwayne(the lost boys)#santa carla #marko(the lost boys)#star(the lost boys)

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wilder-minded · 4 years ago

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Slow Fire Burn Chapter 1

It's the implication that there is something going on between Gale and Madge. When Katniss goes off to the Hunger Games, who else does Gale turn to but the Mayor's daughter? Gadge, slight AU/mostly canon from Madge's perspective.

Madge Undersee x Gale Hawthorne AU.

This is a story I've been working through for years, one I just cannot let go of. I've also been posting it on my AO3 profile. https://archiveofourown.org/users/wilderminded

Over much of my life, I had gotten good at making myself numb to most things. I was numb to my absent mother's neglect; she was too ill with her own demons to do much of anything let alone raise me. My father did the best that he could but being the mayor of District 12 came with its own demanding schedule. I was numb to the alienation that I felt from my classmates. As the mayor's daughter, I very clearly did not fit in with the Seam kids, who did without even the most basic survival necessities. I wasn't too welcome with the Merchant kids either though. While they had more luxuries, they didn't have access to the wealth that my family did and most of them didn't trust me. I learned to keep quiet to protect myself from the taunting of my classmates, and I did not care much for the silly topics that other girls my age were enthralled with.

I guess that's why we were such kindred spirits, Katniss and me. We both had places we would much rather be, and we didn't feel the need to make meaningless small talk. The silence between us was comforting enough most days. My father liked her too, seeing as how he overlooked her activities and bought strawberries from her regularly.

When she took her sister's place at the Reaping, I could barely handle the sickening knot in my stomach and the guilt I felt. I knew I had to do something for the girl who was my only real friend in the district. I gave her the pin that belonged to my aunt, a tribute in the 50th Hunger Games. I had hoped that she would wear it as her token during the Games, but at the least her family could sell it for money to feed themselves.

As I watched the Capitolites parade her and the baker's boy around in the opening festivities to the Games, I tried to make myself as numb as I could to the very real possibility that she would not come back. My father was required to attend dinners in honor of the annual tradition and while I usually went with him, it felt especially wrong this time. So I sit alone in the living room of our large house for the required viewings.

As I sit quietly picking at the loose thread on the arm of my sweater with my hands slightly shaking, I think back to the day of the Reaping. How she had brought strawberries to us with her friend, Gale. He had lashed out at me over the injustice of the Reaping, how my name was only in 5 times. The social status of my family prevented me from having to take out tesserae like he and Katniss. His name was in 42 times. I tried to not take this jab personally, I could not control any of our circumstances.

Gale stood behind me in line to see Katniss after the Reaping, while everyone was waiting to say their goodbyes. I could feel the heat of his glare against my back, and I knew exactly what he was thinking.

It's not fair. None of this is fair.

I let out a sharp, frustrated breath as I jump to my feet. I do not want to sit here and watch whatever fanfare they are projecting on the screen in front of me. I pull on my shoes, wrapping my sweater tighter around my body as I slip out of my backdoor. I follow dark alleyways through town, to avoid Peacekeepers, until I reach the edge of the woods. I follow a well-worn path by memory until I reach a small clearing. I am not brave enough to venture deeper into the woods like others that I know, but this quiet space dimly lit by the setting sun gives me the solace I am looking for.

With the setting sun goes the busy noises of birds and the wind through the trees. I sit on a large rock toward the edge of the meadow, my arms wrapped around my small waist as I watch the way the grass flows with the gentle breeze.

I barely get a moment to relax before I hear brances crunching behind me. I freeze in fear, all of the possibilities running through my head. I whip my head around after a beat, my eyes searching the dusky tree line behind me as the noise gets closer. I take in a sharp gasp when I see a figure approaching closer, my heart racing until I recognize the face that emerges just a few feet from where I sit. Gale.

"Are you following me now?" I ask, watching him as he walks closer.

"I was just wondering what the hell the Mayor's daughter is doing in the woods, at night no less," he says calmly, placing his hands in his jacket pockets as he shrugs. His steel grey eyes trained on me in a way that I couldn't quite interpret.

I scowl at the connotations of 'the Mayor's daughter'. "Why aren't you at home watching the Opening?"

He sits down beside me and shrugs again, his eyes fixed toward the sunset through the trees. "Same reason as you, I suppose. Doesn't feel right to watch all of this happen and pretend that it isn't my best friend being groomed and parades around for a bloodbath."

I don't say anything for a moment, studying his tensed jaw and furrowed brow. "It's not fair," I say finally, my voice barely above a whisper.

"What do you know about fair?" he snaps, finally turning to look at me. I huff out a breath and meet his steely glare with just as much anger reflected back in my own sky-blue eyes.

"Stop giving me shit for things I have no control over, Hawthorne. You don't know anything about me," my voice in a bitter clip as I snap back.

He shakes his head, his lips in a hard line as he looks away again. "I know you've never known what it's like to go hungry. You've never held the responsibility of other people's lives..." he starts to rant and then trails off.

I let the heaviness hang between us for a long moment. "Neither of us can help the situations we were born into," I state quietly, and he nods. Though even without a word, I can still nearly taste the bitterness in the air.

We are both silent for a while before he speaks up again, this time his voice much softer as his head hangs down. "What if she doesn't come back? She's my best friend."

"I don't know, Gale," I say helplessly as he runs his hand through his hair, clearly frustrated.

I steal a moment to admire the boy beside me. In the settling darkness, I can just make out the line of his sharp features and I feel an old familiar, out-of-place feeling stir in me and I instantly feel a little guilty. I used to watch him at school, and as the years went on he grew more and more handsome. I found myself more attracted to the dark-haired men of the Seam than the blonde Merchant boys I should be attracted to. Which could only spell trouble for the daughter of a District mayor. Anyone could see that he was in love with Katniss, but that didn't stop most of the girls in school from having crushes on him.

"Why are you staring at me?" He finally speaks up without so much as a glance in my direction. Hunter's instincts, I think.

"Just trying to figure you out. You're hard to read, Hawthorne," I tell him, blushing when I see him smile a little.

"Good. Who says I want to be figured out, Undersee?" he counters, finally looking back over at me. I smirk and shrug, looking up at the stars that have become visible thanks to the sun's disappearance. He follows my gaze, "I never take a moment to look up at the night sky."

"The stars are so beautiful... Makes it hard to believe that life under them can be so ugly," I reply quietly, folding my hands in my lap as I look back down toward the ground. "I wish I could just escape it all. Run away from the Reapings, away from being the Mayor's daughter, away from everything."

He's silent for a moment before he speaks up again. "This will never end unless people stand up to the Capitol."

His words chill me to the bone and goosebumps cover my arms. No one says things like this in District Twelve, at least not this freely. Certainly never to someone like me. Any stirring of a rebellious spirit is shut down without so much as a second thought. "That will never happen. It can't," I say, trying to make myself believe it. It's the fear of the unknown that makes me want to refuse this as a possibility. Too many people would die.

We don't say anything for a few minutes, the air between us is uncomfortable. His words don't sit well with me. If the wrong person would hear this, it would be over for him, his entire family... I can't begin to imagine, I don't want to. After a while, I stand up, pulling my sweater around my body again. "I should be getting back before someone notices that I'm gone..." I know that no one is at home to notice my absence. No one lucid, that is. I start walking toward the tree line where the path begins when I hear his footsteps behind me. "I don't need an escort," I say defiantly, huffing out a frustrated breath.

"I'm not stupid enough to let a girl like you walk in the forest alone at night," he tells me, his long strides catching him up with me in seconds. I know that he has more knowledge about the dangers of the forests than I do, but the stubborn girl in me doesn't like the idea that I can't take care of myself. I try to speed up my steps, but his much longer legs have no trouble keeping up with me. Suddenly, in my haste I stumble and just as I'm about to fall face first into the dirt below me, a hand around my arm breaks my fall.

I stumble back into him a little as I steady myself, brushing back the waves of blonde hair that fell into my face. He chuckles, his hands out to make sure that I don't fall again. "Careful there."

I try to ignore the way my arm tingles where his hand just was and I huff out a shaky breath, starting off again. "I'm fine... but thank you," I say, glancing over my shoulder back at him. I can nearly feel his smile as I walk ahead of him and we don't say anything else until we reach town. I expected him to veer off toward the Seam as we reached the edge of town, but I felt his presence behind me as I retraced my steps through the alleyways.

As I climbed the steps to my house, I looked back at him and gave him a small, grateful smile. "You didn't have to walk me home," I brushed off, my voice soft.

He shrugged, his hands in his pocket as he looked up at me. "I know, but I wanted to anyway. Goodnight, Undersee," he nodded as I reached for the door, a small grin playing on the corners of his lips before he turned away and started back down the alley. I stood there for a moment, watching him walk away before I stepped into the warm glow of my house.

#the hunger games #catching fire #gale hawthorne #madge undersee #fanfic #fanfiction #slow burn #alternate universe #gale x madge #ao3 #slow fire burn

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charliesworkshop · 4 years ago

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Pairing: Loki x fem!Reader

Song of the day: Hurts - Something I Need To Know

Chapter warnings: angst, a lot of angst tbh, cheating if you squint, imma say abusive relationship just so there won't be any surprises

AN: Series of smutty / angsty fics inspired by songs by the band Hurts. Mostly angsty, because I'm a sucker for pain.

Reader is an Avenger with the power to create and control fire, and as they say, opposite attracts, so Loki takes interests in her.

MASTERLIST 🌹

Loki had a lot of patience. He just didn't like to use it, not when it was about things he really wanted. In this case he wanted to know what the fuck was going on between you and him.

You've been on one date so far, if you can call watching a movie and drinking whisky in the Avnegers' Tower a date.

You've shared few kisses, stolen in those rare moment when you've been left alone, hasty and innocent, nothing more than two pairs of uncertain lips brushing against each other.

But it was enough for his heart to quicken its pace whenever he thought of your soft, warm lips on his. The memory of your taste lingering in his mind long after you've left.

He assumed everything was going well, but then you suddenly stopped texting him back, ignored all his calls, and it's been almost a week since the two of you talked.

It would be much easier if you lived in the tower, but you were politely refusing moving in every time someone suggested it, jokingly saying that you didn't pay hell of a price for your own place only to abandon it after two years.

But it wasn't that hard to find out where you lived, it only took few hours of convincing and a promise to his brother that he won't do anything stupid or irresponsible with that information, and Thor asked Stark about it.

Gathering enough courage to actually go and see you was entirely different story. He really wanted to talk, to understand why you acted like this, but on the other hand, he had no rights to violate your privacy like that.

It was eating him alive, though, the fear that he did something wrong, that he somehow offended you, was creeping underneath his skin, present in his every breath, thought, beat of his heart. He was scared he's hurt you in some way, that he made you leave him.

It took him two days to finally snap. Whatever the truth was, he needed to know, for the sake of his sanity. And it was obvious you were hiding something from him.

It was Friday evening when he decided he's ready to talk to you, he was drinking Asgardian mead Thor brought from home, going through everything he said and did around you, and he couldn't find a single reason why would you ignore him.

He was tired of suspicions, tired of wondering why.

So he ordered a cab and went to see you in your flat in Hell's Kitchen, so sure of what he's going to say, so sure...

Until you opened the doors, dressed in an oversized sweater and nothing more, your hair messy, mascara smudged around reddened eyes, eyelashes still clumped with tears that already dried on your cheeks.

And all words escaped him in a split second, his heart dropping to his stomach, heavy, drumming, aching.

"It's really not a good time," you spoked in hoarse voice, barely above whisper, but it cut through air like a whip.

"Is it... Is it because of me?" He would rip his heart out if he was the reason of your misery.

"Why...? No, no," you stammered looking everywhere but his face, "I'll explain everything, just... Tonight isn't a good time," you repeated this like a mantra, hoping that will be enough to make him go away. But the look on his face was telling you it won't work.

"Y/n, I need to know, please..." He was ready to beg you for an explanation, but then his gaze fell upon a bag lying on the floor next to a couch, overflowing with clothes.

Male clothes.

"What's going on?" His firm voice made you shudder, your shoulders slumped even more and you looked like if you wanted the ground to open and swallow you whole.

You knew he noticed, and there was nothing you could say to make things better. So you remained silent, gaze fixed on his shoes, your eyes filling with tears again.

No one was supposed to know about this, about your stupid ex who didn't want to leave your flat for weeks now. Especially not Loki.

You planned on telling him about Derek, but after you're finally free from him, after you fix the mess of this horrible break up.

"Do you... Are you in a relationship with someone else, y/n?" You could hear the hurt in his voice, how he swallowed hard, it's must have been really difficult for him to ask this.

"Not anymore... We broke up two weeks ago for good," you answered honestly, a sigh leaving your trembling lips as you looked up at him.

It was over. You couldn't hide it anymore and Loki deserved better, much better. All of his emotions were written on his pale face, paler than usual, more tired and troubled, you noticed.

You knew what's going to happen next, so his outburst didn't surprise you. But it didn't hurt less just because you were prepered.

"Two weeks...? Two weeks?!" You stepped back, watching him with fear as he stalked you, closing the gap between you two, until you had nowhere else to run, back of your legs hitting the armrest of the couch. "You want to say you were with someone else when I kissed you for the first time?! How could you...?"

He knew he was probably overreacting, and that it was the alcohol speaking, but he was angry at you. He couldn't wrap his finger around what was going on in your head at that time when he kissed you for the first time, and then the second, and then another... And you were always kissing him back, despite having a boyfriend.

"I'm sorry, Loki... I didn't want to hurt you... I just didn't know how to tell you..."

"I wanted to know the truth, it's my fault," he laughed darkly, almost histerically, clenching and unclenching his fists over and over again, trying to calm down, to build a wall between you and him, his hurt feelings, and sarcasm was his way to do it. "I can't believe I actually thought I did something wrong."

"I know you're angry, but let me explain, please..." You wanted to make him understand, but it'd be very hard without telling him all the details of your previous relationship, without admitting how fucked up it was, how much you wanted to escape it. To the point that when Loki made a move... you didn't fight it.

"What, y/n? What do you want to explain? I already know everything," he half snarled, half laughed at you, and you could feel hot tears stinging your eyes.

"I'm sorry, okay? I fucked up, I know..." your throat was tight as you fought the tears, the clearly audible crack in your voice threatening to break your ability to speak. But you swallowed the lump in your throat, bravely looked up at his face, and continued, "You have all rights to be angry, but just listen..."

"You cheated on your boyfriend with me, y/n," he interrupted you once again, and suddenly, you got angry as well, "Prove me wrong."

You knew he was right, that he was hurt by your actions, by you ignoring him for a week, you really knew and understood... But something about him not listening made you so, so angry in that moment, because he knew the feeling of being misunderstood, he knew how it it feels when no one listens, no one lets you explain.

"I didn't cheat," you snapped at him, all those bottled for weeks feelings finally finding their outlet, and you felt good and bad at the same time, but it was too late to stop, so you continued, "I can't cheat on someone who's never here when I need them. I can't cheat on someone who's just using me as a stress relief and never listens to what I want! You think you know everything..." you smiled with sorrow, your brows knitted, folding arms on your chest, "But the truth is you know nothing about me. And you definitely know nothing about him," you finished with an angry huff, unfolding your arms and walking around Loki to your doors to open them wider. "You should go."

"Y/n, I had no idea," he muttered, turning around to face you, but you've had enough, you've made your mind.

"Yeah, but you decided to judge me anyway, so go. I already told you it's not a good time," your voice was cold, firm, he never heard it before, he didn't even know you were able to sound so aggressively. "He'll be here soon to pick up his shit. I have enough problems without him knowing about you."

You were no longer looking at him, and the entire anger clouding his mind faded away when he noticed how your shoulders trembled under the weight of anger, guilt, and sadness.

"Y/n... I'm sorry... You should've told me..."

"I want you out of my house, I won't repeat myself," you threatened, glancing at him, your eyes flashing red for a second, but you managed to control the fire spreading through your veins, only your fingertips were burning, foreboding flames that were soon to burst out of your clenched fist. "Don't come here again."

He wasn't going to challenge his luck, knowing that with your powers you can easily hurt him very badly, even kill him if you really wanted. So he walked passed you, his lips pursed, as he took in the sight of your broken face.

"I'm sorry," he only said again, and then left you alone, the sound of slamming of your front doors echoing long in his ears.

So after all, he was the one who fucked things up. And only because he didn't listen.

Tag list: @someonekeepstakingmyusernames

So... first of all, sorry it took so long, I'm struggling with a writer's block, but I really wanted to finally finish and post this. It turned out more angsty than I intended, and I promise the next parts are gonna be better. I have no one to check for mistakes and grammar errors, and I typed it on my phone, so I'm sorry if there are any. Dunno when I'll write the next part, hopefully sooner than later. I hope you enjoyed it anyway! <3

#loki x reader #loki x y/n #loki #loki laufeyson #loki fanfic #reader insert #angst #loki angst #loki x reader angst #the road #something I need to know #hurts #fanfic #fanfiction #charliesworkshop

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waywardscorpio · 5 years ago

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You're Our Omega And We're Your Alpha's: Chapter Two.

A/N: I'm so, sorry everyone. I know, I said a few days. Friday my family and I, was hit with a loss. I will also sometime soon I'll also be posting my Baron Corbin Fanfiction. It will be Baron X Reader as well as an Alpha/Beta/Omega Dynamics Book. I thank you ladies and gentlemen for being patient with me. I hope you enjoy this chapter. It probably sucks a little and I apologize for that.

Tag list:

@phoenixoffiretwo @scuzmunkie @callmekda @braunstrowmangirl

WARNINGS: FLUFF, PREGNANT READER, POSSIBLE CUSSING, PISSED OFF ALPHA'S DEAN, SETH AND ROMAN, AND A LITTLE BIT OF RUSEV AND LANA IN HERE WITH MENTIONS OF A FEW OTHERS.

*Seth POV*

"Hey Dean, and Roman, can we talk?" I asked the other two males in the locker room. "Yeah man what's up?" Roman said. "Have either of you noticed Y/N, has been glowing lately? Or that she's been throwing up the past few days?" I asked them. Dean looks at me as he spoke "Yes, I noticed it yesterday." Dean looked at me. "Matter of fact so, did I" Roman says as he fixed his ring gear. "Its been a month since we mated and she hasn't wrestled the last three weeks either. I think she might be hiding something." I said. "Her smell has even changed and she's become very protective of her stomach. She may honestly be pregnant." Dean added. "Come on now. Y/N, wouldn't keep anything from us." Roman said. "She would if she was scared we'd leave her." Dean says.

"Let's go talk to her" Dean offers and I nodded agreeing with him. All three of us got up an walked out the locker room and went to Y/N's, locker room and knocked. "Baby Girl, can we come in?" I asked. "Y-yes" she said. I open the door and walk in with Dean and Roman following me into the locker room. "Princess, what's the matter?" Roman asks softly. "N-nothing. I'm fine" she lied looking anywhere but at us clearly hiding something and scared. "Baby Girl, don't lie to us. We're not going to get mad. I promise" I said softly as I lift her chin to look her in the eyes. "You promise not to hate me or leave me?" She asks softly. I could hear the worry in her voice. "Baby Doll, we could not ever hate you." Dean said as he and Roman walks over to us and stands on each side of Y/N, and myself. "I'm.... I'm pregnant" she said finally and closed her eyes and cowers a little scared she might get yelled at. "We're going to be Dads?" Roman asked a huge smile on his face. "Yes. You're not mad?" She asks softly. "No, ofcourse not, Princess." He said kissing her. "We are happy, Baby Doll" Dean added and turned her head to kiss her. "And we're not gonna leave" I add lastly as I turn her to look at me as I kissed her softly. "Mine" she said softly nuzzling into me and pulling the other two, to us as close as possible.

We stood there in a comfortable silence, before a Crew member knocked on the door saying we had five minutes until mine and Roman's tag team match against the revival, for the tag team titles. Dean, Roman, myself and Y/N, all walk to the gorilla pin and wait for our entrance music to come on. We got to the ring after the entrance music was about over and Lillian introduced. Dean kept a protective stance and arm around Y/N. The revival came out next and was introduced. "Well Michael Cole, it looks like this is gonna be a fight for the titles tonight" Renee said. "Indeed, Renee it is. The Shield is determined to get them titles" he said.

"1...2...3. And the new tag team champions are Seth Rollins and Roman Reigns" the referee says as the match ended. Roman and I, finally got the titles back. The revival was furious as they got out the ring walking up the ramp. Dean helped Y/N, into the ring as as we got the belts. Half way up the ramp the revival turned back around to head to the ring again. The get in the ring and attack Dean and Roman. I grabbed Y/N, and carefully helped her out the ring so, she wasn't in the line of fire and neither was our unborn chil or children. I pull the one that was hitting Roman, off and started punishing him. The other that was hitting Dean, threw him over the top rope, close Y/N. She went to Dean's side. I could hear her talking to him. "Dean are you okay?" She asked on the verge of tears. It's one thing Y/N didn't like, and that's seeing one of us hurt. "Yes, Baby Doll. I'm okay." He said.

"BABY DOLL, MOVE!!" Dean yells at her pushing her out the way and taking a blow to the ribs. Y/N whimpers startled from what just happened. "Baby Girl, go. Get out of here." I yell at her. She was to frightened to move or do anything. I see Lana and Rusev running down the ramp. Rusev went for the revival member outside the ring, an Lana went to Y/N, dragging her up the ramp quickly out of harm's way. Roman superman punched the one and Rusev slammed the other into the side of the ring.

While we were fighting and beating the hell out of the revival we didn't know Y/N and Lana were being sought after by Sheamus and Cesaro. Lana knew Y/N, was pregnant so, she did everything she could to protect her. Becky wasn't here tonight because she had the night off. "Come on, Love." Lana said going into a locker room locking the door and hiding with Y/N as she attempted to keep her calm. "She love. I know you're scared. But we have to be quiet okay?" Lana says softly to Y/N, who's covering her mouth the muffle her cries and whimpers.

The door to the locker room they were in was busted down as the the bar began to search the room for the two ladies. One being our mate and the other being a good friend of ours. Myself, Dean, Roman and Rusev, ran up the ramp quick to look for Lana and Y/N. One of the crew members pointed us in the direction of were the two girls were and who had been following after them. My blood was boiling, eyes dark with rage, and one thing on my mind; and that's was to get to Y/N, before she got hurt, because I wouldnt ever forgive myself if she got hurt or worse. I knew Dean and Roman had the same attitude, rage and only the same thing on their minds as I did. Rusev only wanted to get to his wife and omega before she got hurt. I ran as fast as I could to get to the room. I seen the door busted down and Sheamus, had Y/N pinned to the wall by her throat. She was scratching and clawing at his hand, tears rolling down her face, and one hand protecting her stomach. "LET HER GO!!" We below out loud and deep from within our chest. The roar echoing threw the halls. Sheamus smirked knowing just why he got under our skin. His other hand meer inches away from her stomach. I could hear faint running footsteps from half the Raw and Smackdown roaster coming towards us. Nina Jax, heard her cousins howl and knew immediately there was trouble and a brawl about to break out. "Don't you fucking dare touch her!" The rage only built more but I wasn't gonna attack with Y/N, in the line of fire. Rusev saw red when he seen his beloved wife pinned against the couch struggling to get away to help her friend. She did the last thing she thought of and kicked Cesaro in the balls. Cesaro held his crotch smacking her. Rusev grabbed him by the neck and picked him up before slamming him threw the coffee table.

Before Sheamus let Y/N, he rubbed her belly smirking darkly at her. She started whimpering more her omega side was scared and wanting her Alpha's. As soon as he let her go, Y/N crawled to a corner shaking like a leaf terrified and that's all it too for Dean to go full fledge Lunatic Fridge on Sheamus. Nia ran up and seen what was going on, she could feel everything. Being an alpha herself Nia knew all to well that shit just got real and fast. "I'M GONNA KILL YOU" Dean screams as he bounced Sheamus head off a wall and throwing him towards us and out the door. Sheamus staggers to his feet and attempts to get away. But he couldn't when I tackled him from behind. Nia looked at the scared girl in the corner and seen red herself cause that was her family to. She grabbed Cesaro and dragged him into the hall way. As the brawl went on and the fighting continues it took every referee, security guard, and roaster men and women to pull us The Shield, Rusev, and Nia Jax off of The Bar. The bar laid beat and bloody on the ground. "Enough. What in the living hell is going on?" Triple H yells as he came into view. Dean proceeded to tell him everything and after that let's just say Cesaro and Sheamus were suspended for two years and on injury leave for a year as well. As soon as we were let go me, and the three others along with Nia, Stephanie and Triple H ran to were Lana and Y/N, were. But when we got there they weren't there and we began to panic. A camera man told us that they were sent to the infirmary. We all bolted to the infirmary. Lana was standing next to Y/N, while she was being checked out by the medical team. My heart dropped thinking she was hurt or the baby or babies were hurt and I knew that Dean and Roman were feeling the same way.

After what seemed like hours the doctor said she has no, serious injuries but should be taken to a hospital to be sure the baby or babies are okay. They called an ambulance to have her taken there now. Roman rode with and me and Dean took the car. Stephanie, Triple H and the others called Becky, got ours and Y/N stuff from our locker rooms while we followed the ambulance. "I swear to God if our baby or babies are hurt or Y/N is I'm going to rip out The Bars throats myself." Dean said. He was alot calmer but still pissed off as was myself and Roman.

In the ambulance Roman soothed Y/N by softly rubbing her hand and her belly. "I'm sorry, Alpha. I tried to fight him off but I wasn't strong enough" Roman's heart fell hearing his omega blame herself for something that wasn't her fault. "Shhh Princess. You don't need to apologize for anything. This isn't your fault."

After we got to the hospital, an Y/N was checked in and evaluated the doctors came out to talk to us. "Ms. Y/L/N, family or friends." We shot up out of our chairs and walked over to him. "Is she okay? Is the baby or babies okay? What's going on?" I asked immediately. He could tell we were worried like hell. "Her and the fetuses are okay. She'll have some bruising around her neck for a while. She is to take it easy for the rest of the pregnancy. No heavy lifting, and nothing strenuous. I'll keep her over night under observation to be a hundred percent sure. She is asking for you three as well. You may go see her but don't upset her or agitate her." He said. We nod and quickly go to her room.

Y/N was sitting up a little but breathing softly in her sleep. Roman and I stood on the left and Dean stood on her right. We each gently gave her a kiss as we laid our hands softly on her tummy. Her eyes flutter open and she looks at all of us. "Hey Beautiful. How you feeling?" I asked her. "My throat hurts a little. I'm sorry I tried to stop him from touching me" she whispered softly. I shook my head "No, Baby Girl don't apologize. It's not your fault. You did your best. Don't worry we took care of them." I said softly to her rubbing my thumb gently over her tummy. She nodded softly as she placed her much smaller hands over ours and went back to sleep after whispering a soft "I love you, Alpha's" we all smile at her. "We love you too, our Omega" we all got chairs and sat by her bed hands resting on her tiny baby bump.

The next morning the doctor released Y/N, from the hospital. He gave us strict orders not to let Y/N, over work herself, or anything that can hurt her or the baby or babies. We took her straight home to our shared house. We got her set up on the couch with anything she wanted. "Baby Doll, are you hungry?" Dean asked her as I was putting in our orders for lunch. She nodded and looked at me. "Spicy Chicken Salad, Hot Wings and a one liter pepsi Please, Master?" She asked. When we were alone at home or when no, one was around she always called us by the names she gave us the first night we mated. We never corrected her because it made her happy. "Yes, Baby Girl. Anything for you." I said and put in her order. "While we wait for the food I'm gonna go get in one of the showers alright, Princess?" Roman said to her. She nodded her head "Okay Sir. May I have a kiss?" He smiles as he walked over giving her a soft kiss on the lips and then went upstairs to get in the shower. "I'm getting one too, Baby Girl" I said kissing her soft before going upstairs. Dean looked at her and walked over to her. "Baby Doll, would you like to take a shower with me?" Dean asked her. "Yes Daddy." She answered and he picked her up taking her to one of the other bathrooms in the house. He turns the shower on nice and warm, and strips her, then himself. Dean helps, Y/N into the shower and then gets in himself shutting the door. Me and Roman finished our showers first and went to were Y/N and Dean, were at. Me and Roman lean on the door way watching how gently Dean was being with Y/N. Roman and I were always worried about Dean finding his mate and then it turns out that all three of us get to share the most smart, beautiful, loving, and amazing omega. We all found our anchor and happiness and we wouldn't have it any other way. Roman pulled me out the room and to the kitchen to talk.

"Y/N's, birthday is coming up in a month. I was thinking why don't we plan something for her that she can do?" He said to me as I got plates and cups on the table for when the food got here. "I think that is a perfect idea. What are we going to do about work? We can't leave Y/N by herself and if she does go back we can't leave her without an alpha strong enough to protect her." I said. "Rusev or Nia? Maybe even Baron? They all adore her. Speaking of Nia, said she wants to be God mother of the little pup or pups." He said. "I agree with the choices. Nia I agree with that. Becky wants to as well. I can tell you this, the pup or pups will have a loving and protective family. Did anyone call Randy to let him know Y/N, is okay and home?" I asked him. "Yes I did. He said him and Nia would be over Friday to spend the day here. Out of all the roaster, Y/N is loved by most of us. She never did nothing wrong to anyone." He replied. "Okay I'll go grocery shopping to get food and drinks for Friday. Yeah, I know she is. She is a hell of a actress in the ring but outside the ring she is as soft spoken and sweet as can be. Hell the first time Dean laid eyes on her he was wrapped around her finger like we are." I said and he chuckles an nods agreeing with me.

Dean walks in with Y/N in his arms dressed. "Feel better Baby Girl?" I asked her. "Yes, I'm just hungry" She replies. "The food should be here any minute, Princess" Roman said to her softly. About five minutes later the food got here. I set the table up and put the food all on the table. "I love you, Alpha's" she said softly. "We love you, Omega" We all say at once. We sat at the table eating in a comfortable silence.

After eating dinner Dean and myself clean up and put the leftovers in the fridge. "Alright Baby Girl, let's get to bed" I said softly to her. "Can we watch a movie until I fall asleep?" She asks. "Ofcourse, Baby Doll" Dean says. She held her arms out for Roman to pick her up, an happily Roman obliged to the silent question. After going upstairs to our shared room with a custom built bed big enough for all four of us, I put in a movie to watch.

About halfway through the movie Y/N, had fallen asleep curled up between the three of us. After making sure she was comfortable and completely asleep the three of us went downstairs to have a talk.

"I talked to Nia and Baron. They said that they'd be more than happy to stay with Y/N, and protect her when we aren't around or she doesn't go to the ring with us." I said to the other two as I pour a drink sitting at the table. "That is great. I swear, I ever see them two again I will break their necks myself for touching or even looking at her" Dean said his temper flaring on the last sentence. "Dean clam down. She'll since you're upset." Roman said watching him as the grip on the glass cup he had in his hand got tighter. "Dean loosen up on the cup before you crush it and get cut." I said. Dean put the cup to the side and took a few deep breaths. "Sorry. I should of made her stay in the back or at home. I knew something was gonna happen." Dean said rubbing his face with his hands angrily. "Dean calm down" Roman and I said. We could since he was getting upset more and blaming himself. I could hear light pitter patter of Y/N's feet. "Dean she's awake. You need to calm down before you do something you won't ever be able to take back." Dean's chest was rising up and down fast. "Daddy, Master, and Sir?" Y/N called out looking for us. "I'll get her Roman. You get him to calm down" I said and he nods his head.

I walk out to the kitchen "Baby Girl, you okay? Do you feel sick or hungry?" I asked her as I pushed her hair from her eyes. "Daddy's upset. I can feel what he is feeling. I want Dean." She said softly. "Baby Girl, Dean needs time to calm down. For your safety and the pup or pups safety. You know how his temper is and I know he wouldn't live with himself if he accidentally hurt you or the pup(s) any harm when he's upset." She frowns at my words. I hug her gently rubbing her back. "Just give Roman a few minutes to get him to calm down, Baby Girl. Okay?" She nods softly against my chest. After some convincing Roman was able to get Dean, to calm down. "Baby Doll?" Dean said softly. Y/N turned around and looked at him. "Dean what's wrong? I can feel you're upset. What's bothering you?" She asks as she walks over to him. "I don't wanna talk about it right now Baby. I don't wanna get worked up again and possibly hurt you not meaning to because if my anger get out of control I don't want to accidentally hurt you or our baby or yours and the others baby. I wouldnt ever be able to live with myself" Dean said. I could tell he was worried genuinely about her and the babies. "You won't hurt me, Dean. I trust you." Y/N, said softly touching his cheek. I seen Dean physically relax into her soft touch.

"Can we go to bed?. I'm getting sleepy again." Y/N asks softly yawning and rubbing her eyes. I nod my head. We went up stairs, laid down and fell fast asleep.

#wwe fanfiction #wwe raw #wwe smackdown #wwe nxt #abo #wwe x reader smut #stephanie mchanon #triple h #becky lynch #seth rollins #roman reigns #dean ambrose

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valiantthewriter · 6 years ago

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@sbiderslut made this amazing moodboard for my most recent fic. It can be found here and on ao3. Thank you, twin <3

TW: Angst, Underage, Sexual Scenes, Did I mention angst?

Anything and Everything

“He shall never know I love him: and that, not because he’s handsome, but because he’s more myself than I am. Whatever our souls are made out of, his and mine are the same.” -Emily Bronte

He was done for and he really should have known better than to grab the boy by the hips to pull him close. But it felt so good. So, so good.

Tony kept making that mistake. Several times over, sometimes twice in a day, and he knew there was no way he could stop now. Peter was too beautiful, too supple, too compelling. Tony would give this boy almost anything and everything.

“You love me, right?” Peter whispered, his back to Tony's front, Tony's hand lazily drawing circles on Peter's abdomen as they laid in bed. To say the least, the question took him by surprise.

His answer also took him by surprise.

“How could I not?”

“Oh god...Mr. Stark, please! Please please please!”

God save him for loving that sound.

Forget about God. Peter is now his god. His darling, golden angel that Tony has placed on a pedestal. The adoration must come with a heavy weight.

It started slowly then came all at once. Peter's shy glances, Tony's lingering hands, the way they danced around each other in the lab…

Tony was a goner from the very moment he saw Peter walk into his aunt's living room. The boy was fifteen then; he is only seventeen now.

Seventeen. Too young. Bad idea. Seventeen.

It's too late now. The fire was slow to burn at first and then it became an inferno. Tony wanted to blame it on Peter, the boy planted himself in his lap and rolled his hips. He placed his hands on Tony's chest, raked his fingernails down, and said his name with that pretty mouth. If Peter hadn't leaned down and licked Tony's slack jaw then they wouldn't have combusted.

Tony tangled a hand in Peter's unruly locks and manipulated his head so he could look him in the eye. “You're playing with fire, Pete. You sure you want this?” Tony asked, looking for a way out while simultaneously looking for a way in.

“Yes. Please, Mr. Stark. I need this, need you. I want it-” Peter's pleading was cut off by Tony kissing him a little too hard with a little too much teeth. The kiss was sloppy due to Peter's inexperience but Tony revelled in it.

Abruptly, Tony stood up, hands gripping Peter's ass as he carried him from the chair in the living room to his bedroom. Along the way he would stop to pin Peter to the wall, biting at his neck and sucking marks on whatever bit of skin he could reach. Once they finally made it to the bedroom Tony tore off his shirt and stalked to where Peter was hastily stripping on the bed.

Tony crawled onto the bed hovering over Peter, forcing the boy to lay down against the mattress. The blue duvet looked lovely against his skin.

“You ever done this before, babe?” Tony asked, licking his lips and grinding his jean clad cock against Peter's nakedness, knowing the friction probably stung a bit against the boy's sensitive flesh.

Peter blushed and looked away, clearly embarrassed. “No, Mr. Stark…” he confessed, biting his lip before turning his doe eyes to Tony.

Tony groaned at the response, grinding against Peter harder than he should,causing the teen to cry out “Good.”

When Tony took him the first time Peter cried from the pain. Tony tried to be gentle, tried to soothe the boy and kiss his tears away.

Each tear drop tasted like a mistake. They tasted like suicide.

“Why do you still have to be with Pepper?”

“You know why.”

“You said you loved me, Mr. Stark.”

“How could I not?”

“Please, right there! Oh fuck yes!”

“That's it, gorgeous. Move those hips for me.”

Being deep inside Peter felt like heaven, like his own slice of cherry pie.

They went on a trip to Miami to have some fun and blow off some steam. Tony rented the penthouse suite in a prestigious hotel on the beach. Peter loved the view of the ocean.

“It looks amazing!! Look, Daddy! It's so blue,” Peter exclaimed, pressed against the window with the world's biggest smile on his face. Tony knew he did good picking this place with this view.

“Very blue, doll. Let's get ready for dinner so Daddy can have his dessert,” Tony teased, grabbing Peter's ass through his tight swim shorts.

Peter loved the beach. He looked like a nymph frolicking in the waves. He looked like treasure being washed onto the shore.

Tony wanted to savor this forever.

“Why do you always say that?”

“Say what, sweetie.”

“You never say you love me.”

“What do you mean by that?”

“Why can't you just say it, Daddy? Why?”

“You know why.”

“I really don't. Explain it. Enlighten me.”

“Angel, you know why “

They spent most of the summer touring Europe. Peter was ecstatic to be away from May and Pepper, saying it made him feel ‘grown up.’ But Peter was seventeen turning eighteen, still too young but broken into.

Peter didn't even know that Tony robbed him, broke into his beautiful body and took more than he should have. He shouldn't have taken anything at all. The guilt came in a cycle but how could he let it weigh him down? Peter, his little prince, was busy prattling on to Tony as they walked along the Seine in Paris.

“...And I applied to Columbia so I can stay close to you,” Peter finished, looking pleased with himself as he licked at his strawberry ice cream cone.

“What honey?” Tony asked, shaking himself from his train of thought. This was his stop anyways.

“Oh, I said I applied to Columbia so we can stay together,” the boy chirped, standing on his toes to kiss Tony's cheek, leaving a sticky feeling behind.

Tony frowned, stopping to look at Peter. “Didn't we agree I would pay for MIT? That's where you belong, baby. You belong with people of your caliber,” he scolded, brushing a stray curl off of Peter's forehead.

“But...what about us? Don't you want me close?” Peter looked close to tears.

Tony moved to fix it, kissing Peter and getting his lips sticky in the process. “Sorry honey. I'm just trying to do what's best for you. Besides, I'll come visit you.”

He would, right?

Tony had Peter bent over his desk in his office. Peter stopped by for a surprise visit in a pair of denim cutoffs that attracted many stares of his employees.

How could Tony resist temptation?

So, he bent the boy over his desk, sank to his knees behind him and ate his boy out until he was sloppy and open. The boy was begging incoherently by the time Tony pushed in. Peter left looking disheveled with bruises on his hips.

No one said anything about it.

“I really don't. I love you. I love you, I love you, I love you!”

“I know, baby, I know. You know how I feel for you. You know it.”

“Say it.”

“Baby…”

“SAY IT.”

“I can't.”

Well, why couldn't he?

He bought Peter a flat off campus for school. He filled it with furniture, electronics, clothes, luxuries, anything and everything he could think of. He put a picture of them from Europe on the nightstand, the one of them in Venice in the gondola that Peter insisted they take throughout the city. The bedding was blue.

He created a trust for Peter filled with more than enough money to last a lifetime.

It was time now.

“What do you mean?”

“I'm marrying Pepper.”

The world seemed to freeze in place.

“...but...what about us?”

“I'm sorry.”

“What about me?”

“I'm sorry.”

“Am I not enough?”

“Angel-”

“Don't.”

“Sweetheart-”

“If you love me then why are you marrying her?”

It was their last time. Peter didn't know, but it was their last time. The boy cried while they made love, and it was making love. Funny how the last time is also a first.

He kissed each tear. They tasted like regret. They tasted like blood.

“But I love you.”

“Come here.”

He never visited Peter. He never answered any calls. He never texted back.

But when Peter showed up out of the blue, he couldn't say no. He would do almost anything and everything for this boy.

“Do you even love her?”

“Peter-”

“Yes or no?”

“It's complicated.”

Tony remembers their first spat very well. Peter was angry that he and Pepper were back together, that he found out through a tabloid at a newsstand. Tony understood, he really did, but it couldn't be helped. It was a necessity that he be with Pepper, or at least it felt like it. It was different than his need for Peter. Pepper was a necessity whereas Peter was the very thing that kept his heart beating.

“I really don't understand why you guys are back together. Am I not enough? I can be better, I'll do whatever you want,” the boy pleaded, honey eyes tearing up and filled with so many emotions. Confusion. Sorrow. Agony.

Tony sighed and set his head in his hands, elbows on his knees. He had been sitting in the chair for over an hour now hashing out the same thing with Peter as the younger man paced throughout the room, playing with the fraying sleeves of the blue sweater he was wearing. Perhaps the answers to their problems were hidden in the floorboards, but Tony doubted that there was an answer at all.

“Baby, I told you. It is for the public and the company. It isn't that you aren't good enough, little prince, but that she is a necessity,” he explained for the umpteenth time whilst massaging his temples. Peter was still not accepting his answer. Why wouldn't the boy just accept it?

“This isn't fair. What if I dated MJ? You'd hate that!”

Tony would.

“Why can't we just run away? Then it won't matter how old I am or anything!”

Oh, only if he could.

“You know what? I'm gonna go home.”

“I agree. You really should.”

Tony knew he was in love with Peter the moment the boy batted his long lashes at him when he was 15. He knew it was sick but he couldn't help himself. Tony was not renowned for his self-control and his genius IQ was not working in this situation.

Peter asked if he could stay late one night and Tony agreed. This was truly his first mistake, the first step on the staircase to his personal hell that would become his only sanctuary.

“Pass me the wrench, kiddo,” Tony said, holding out his hand as he worked on an engine to a car. Peter did as asked, fingers lingering for a split second and eyes full of teenage lust. This was the spark that lit the fire. He still wishes he could say it was Peter's fault.

The years passed in a series of heated glances and barely there touches that came to a head when the pretty boy fell right into his lap.

“You know you can't stay, right? Pepper is coming home in a couple hours.”

“Good. Let her see me.”

“Baby-”

“Please, no.”

“You. Can't. Stay.”

“Are you going to throw me away again?”

“Please don't cry.”

“You were never able to give me this part of you. You never even told me you loved me.”

“How could I not, baby? How could I not?”

He didn't leave Pepper and he watched his angel drift out of his life. It was for the best; Peter deserved someone that wasn't broken like him.

He went back into the room to change the sheets, taking off the blue ones and putting the red ones on.

A year later, Tony sat down for breakfast with his wife one morning, a rare thing to happen. He smiled, she smiled, and they ate in peace.

“Do you remember Peter? The one intern you had for a few years?” Pepper asked, sipping her coffee while flipping through a magazine.

Tony felt his stomach drop to his knees. “I do.”

Of course he did.

“Well, turns out the he and Harry Osborn got together a while back and are engaged! That's so exciting. I loved that kid!” Pepper exclaimed with a big smile.

“Me too.”

How could he not?

#valiant writes #tony x peter #peter x tony #tonyxpeter #peterxtony #thank you for the moodboard twin

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balabwrites · 5 years ago

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Ink and Roses pt.5

Read it on ao3:

Roman had delivered his design for Valerie's tattoo as he promised and he stayed in Patton's shop, continuing to draw various other drawings. Valerie arrived later that afternoon, and Patton was exited to show her the drawing. It had a strip of paper with the name Susan written on it in readable cursive, with roses in various colors of red on the top and bottom.

[[MORE]]

"I absolutely love it!"

"You should thank Roman, he's the one that made it."

Valerie turned around to Roman, who was still sitting on the couch. He had looked up from his notepad and was smiling.

"Come here and let me hug you. It's beautiful."

Roman stood up and hugged Valerie, though he pulled away quickly. "Sorry, I'm not very used to positive attention."

"Kiddo," Patton said with concern.

"It's okay though, I'm used to it."

"That's not okay kid, but it can be fixed," Valerie said.

"I don't mind much, you know. I can live with it."

"That doesn't mean you have to."

"Let's focus back on the tattoo, when are you gonna do it mister Patton?" Roman said.

"I was planning on doing it now, if that's okay with Valerie?"

"Yeah, that's fine by me."

"Can I watch?" Roman asked excitedly.

"Sorry kiddo, but no. I have to concentrate, this is an intricate tattoo. Though if you can please stick around untill after it's done. I still have to pay you."

"I didn't do this for pay, mister Patton."

"That doesn't matter kiddo. I'm making money off of your design, you deserve a cut of the profits."

"So, where are you taking me?" Virgil asked as he met with Patton in front of his shop.

"My roommate works at a cafe in the mall. They stay open untill late in the evening."

"Again, I don't drink coffee."

"They also have tea or hot chocolate, it's not just coffee."

"Okay…"

"Come on, it's by the entrance."

Patton held open the door for Virgil and walked in after him.

"Hey, Pat. Didn't expect to see you here," Remy said from the counter.

"Hey Rem. Yeah, I decided to come here. You make some great drinks."

"And this must be Virgil. I hope you'll have a nice date."

Virgil blushed very red at that.

"Date? Who said anything about a date?"

"Patton told me this was a date?"

"It doesn't have to be a date if you don't want it to be!" Patton said hurriedly, "It just seemed like a date to me."

"Let's just keep it as getting a coffee for now."

"I can work with that."

Remy smiled. "What can I get you two?"

"I'll have an espresso," Patton said.

"I'll have some tea."

"What blend, honey?"

"Earl gray?"

"Coming right up."

Patton pointed at a table to the side and sat down with Virgil sitting opposite of him.

"Why don't you drink coffee?" Patton asked, resting his hands on the table.

"It doesn't go well with my anxiety."

"Yeah, I get that. It sucks that you have to deal with that."

Just then, Remy brought the two their drinks, for which Patton was very grateful because he didn't know what to say and it was getting very awkward.

"I have to go to the toilet," Virgil said and got up.

Patton made sure he was in the stall and then he waved Remy over. "Rem, this is a disaster. I don't know what to say."

"You said he cares about his flowers right? Ask about them. They're clearly an interest of his."

"But what about after that? What if he can't fill the time with just that?"

"Then talk about your own interests. Don't let him do all the talking."

Remy walked back behind the counter and Virgil came back from the toilet.

"So, why did you start working at Logan's shop?" Patton asked as he stirred his espresso. It didn't need stirring, but he wanted to do something with his hands.

"Well, my mom used to have lots of flowers in the house. She loved having the color and smell around. When I got anxious I would play with the flowers. Feeling the texture of their petals under my fingertips would calm me down. Over the years I got pretty good with flowers, and I knew I wanted to make them my job." As Virgil talked he relaxed in his chair, and even got a small smile on his face.

"That's so sweet."

"And you, why do you own the LeFleur tattoo parlor?"

"I got my first tattoo when I was young, I had designed it myself. When I showed the tattoo artist they were clearly impressed, and they offered me a job. I took it gladly. Under their training I learned to design tattoos for various requests customers had. Eventually they let me try tattooing some of my designs too, if they were simple enough. But eventually the parlor got a new owner, the old one had decided to retire. The new owner was a jerk. We didn't agree on most things and he halted my training. It was only because the older members of staff sticking up for me that I was able to keep my job and keep training. He would have fired me if it weren't for them. But after a few more years dealing with him and completing my training it really was too much. Someone came in with his own design, but it showed a gay couple getting beat up. I refused, and the owner got mad at me. He wanted me to take the job. I quit on the spot."

"Oh, that sucks."

"But it's better now. I found an empty lot in the mall and made it my own. I can set my own rules now."

"Isn't it a lot of work, doing it alone?"

"It is, but I'm not much of a leader. I wouldn't want to hire some employees and then have them be disorganized and such."

"I understand, I myself wouldn't be able to lead other people. My anxiety would go wild. I'm glad to have Logan as a boss."

"Yeah, Logan is good at the business part, but he isn't very good at the flower thing. He's very glad that you're here now," Patton chuckled.

And they went on like that for another half hour, both going home at the end knowing the other better.

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thefloatingstone · 6 years ago

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Heya! I was just wondering, why don't you like magical-girl horror games/tv shows? (This isn't meant to be confrontational at all, I'm just wondering! :3)

Hey anon! :D no worries! This didn’t come across as confrontational at all!

This is gonna be largely more anecdotal than factual, and the factual parts will come from other people’s posts more than what I’ve made myself, and whose opinions on this I found as explaining emotions I’d felt myself for a while, without knowing how to articulate it.

(Under the cut because this is gonna be a lot of words. And gifs because of course I put gifs in things)

So I’ve been a Sailor Moon fan since I was about 13. (this is not the reason WHY I dislike grimdark Magical Girl Shows but its a good place to start). the Sailor Moon R movie was the very first DVD I ever bought and the first thing I ever saw of the show (I had seen anime before and had a good idea what it was but this was my first experience with Magical girls and Sailor Moon). And I remember very clearly how enthralled 13 year old me was at this story. About these girls a year older than I was, fighting this bad guy from outer space who badly injured Usagi’s boyfriend. And that no matter HOW MUCH Usagi reached out to the bad guy to try and understand him, just how much he RESISTED her friendship. I remember the scene where he grabs the Silver Crystal on her chest and tries to rip it off little me actively thought “holy shit! This guy just WILL NOT STOP!! How on earth can he be stopped if he just KEEPS COMING???”

But of course, in the end, Sailor Moon is able to reach him. She is able to offer understanding for his sadness, and when he finally realises her sincerity, he is “defeated” BUT. More Importantly. He is the one who ends up saving Sailor Moon’s life at the end as a last goodbye gift to Mamoru, the boy he was in love with and who Sailor Moon loves as well. Before he leaves forever.

So a thing here. Not ONCE while watching the film the first time, did I EVER think to myself “Just stab him, Sailor Moon!” or “Stop trying to reach him and just kill him!!”. Like, NONE of those thoughts came to mind. I was fully invested in seeing Sailor Moon stop the bad guy, not by stabbing or killing him, but by REACHING HIM.

So anyway. We move on and for a while as a teenager I went through that dumb phase where I thought every magical girl show was a “Sailor Moon Rip off” and that they must all be bad because of it! In part it was true, as Sailor Moon was the first Magical Girl show that had girls use magic to fight bad guys, rather than become Jpop idols or adults or anything along those lines. However, Just because something takes cues from a genre changer doesn’t make it bad… right?

So, as I grow up I start to understand Magical Girl shows. I get what they are. They are, at their core, about young girls (usually between 12 - 16) transforming into a magical alter ego to fight bad guys and protect or save a love interest as well as their friends (mentored by a small animal friend). And this idea just seemed like… so obvious to me? But I had the luxury of growing up with this idea. That girls could fight bad guys without being tom boys or masculine or “hot and sexy”. I had the Powerpuff Girls growing up after all. Girls could be heroes while still being girls and liking girl things and wanting to have boyfriends and loving their families and wanting to protect their friends! And magical girl shows are always about getting more and more powerfull, so that by the END of the show, you face the biggest meanest bad guy of all! And then you beat him in the end. And it takes great sacrifice and you lose things and even people you love, and you have to give up so much. But in the end you win! and the biggest bad guy is dead. And you get to live your life full of hope and happiness as you’ve granted the people of earth and your friends a safe and happy life. You have protected that which you love. And it was hard, but by believing in yourself and your friendship you did it! And now, even if something bad happens again, you are powerful enough to face it.

And then, in 2011, along came Madoka Magica.

I was recommended Madoka Magica by a guy who runs (to this day) an anime store in the city I lived. Saying it was a Magical Girl show with a darker edge to it. And told me “watch until episode 3, and you’ll know if you’d like it or not”.

Having watched Revolutionary Girl Utena by now, I was excited by what I considered a “Trap” anime. An anime that leads you to believe its one thing, and then after a few episode throws the curtain back and goes “HAHA FOOLED YOU!! THIS IS ACTUALLY SO MUCH MORE THAN IT SEEMED!”Utena did this as well. And Utena was and is my favourite anime. (tied by Sailor Moon.)

So I watched Madoka Magica and I liked it a lot!! I watched all 12 episodes, and it was hard, but by the time I got to the end, I felt rewarded for sticking through all the really terrible things that happened to the characters. I described it to other people as “It’s going to make you feel terrible and if you’re able to stick with it, it will reward you by the end!”. Some people saw the end of the show as rather hopeless, or stagnant, but I saw it as an empowering message. That even if someone tells you something is impossible, you should try anyway! Because you are more powerful than they realise! And THAT, I felt, is why all the suffering was important. Because it needed to challenge just HOW TERRIBLE being a magical girl is, and just what a bad idea it is, and even if you become one you can’t change anything. But then Madoka at the end plays the system against itself, and fixes things for every girl throughout history forever. And yes there are still bad times and friends still die, but she took away the dark core of the situation.

Also, Utena had given me a taste for genre deconstruction by this point.

So yay! a great show with a really unique take on the idea of “Magical Girl!” Awesome! There was nothing else like it!

….aaaaand then…. Madoka became super super popular. And that’s when the trouble started.

I found out a few months ago, that Madoka Magica’s writer and creator, Gen Urobuchi, (a man) created Madoka Magica with a very specific idea in mind; That women having goals and wishes are dangerous and lead to suffering. That girls should not have ideals and ambition. Because it will only hurt and punish them. And he wanted to show that in Madoka Magica by showing how, if no girl in the show had ever made a wish, none of the bad things in the show would have happened at all. He has stated this in multiple interviews.

Madoka Magica, however, was an anime, and had several people working on the show, not just one guy. So how much was altered and changed to circumvent his intentions I don’t know. But even if his opinions could devalue the show as a message of empowerment, it can’t change the fact that I WAS empowered by it.

But as I said, then Madoka Magica became OBSCENELY popular. But like… that was not the problem. What the problem was was… “an anime, written by a man, about cute magical girls suffering horribly, became popular with a male audience”.

And due to the insane level of popularity, this lead to copycat shows. And these shows did not copy Madoka Magica’s deconstruction of the genre, they did not copy the art style, they did not copy the deeper look at Magical Girls as a concept. They copied the idea of “Grown Men making shows about cute really moe looking girls suffer horribly for a male audience”.

And during this surge of Madoka copycats, I watched “Yuki Yuuna is a hero” and I HATED it.

Yuki Yuuna is a story about a group of girls who are given the opportunity to become magical girls and help make the world a better place. They are already all part of an after school club called “the hero club” where they do things like volunteer work, or babysitting, or helping out at libraries etc etc. So the idea of becoming REAL heroes and saving the world?? Of course they absolutely want to do that!!

So they get essentially tricked into this situation where they fight giant monsters who come to destroy the world, and they each have a “final move” they can use to destroy these monsters. However, after a difficult battle which had all of them use their biggest move at least once to protect each other and save the world, they all find themselves slightly injured and, weirdly, a part of their body stops working. One girl becomes mute, another loses sight in her one eye, another hearing in her one ear etc etc.

The show goes on to explain that, in becoming magical girls, what these girls have really become, are sacrifices to the gods to protect the earth. And each time they use the gods’ power, they sacrifice a physical part of themselves to use the power of the gods.

So these girls essentially get slowly MAIMED throughout the series, because they wanted to make the world a better place! They didn’t even get wishes like in Madoka! they LITERALLY just wanted to save the world. And they were punished for it.

And just in case it wasn’t clear who this show was for, ALL their transformation sequences are accompanied by aggresive fanservice shots.

of these 14 year old girls.

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And that’s where the entire idea of “Grimdark Magical Girl” show fell apart for me as a concept. And I didn’t bother checking out any more.

And what did we get after this?

Magical Girl Raising Project. a show where a group of CHILDREN who want to become magical girls have to Battle Royale each other to fucking death until the last child standing

And now the recent Magical Girl Site. A Magical girl show that includes Domestic abuse, vicious school bullying, self harm etc etc.

Even Re:Creators, a show I LIKE had this with their ONE magical girl character, Mamika. I am extremely pissed off that Re:Creators decided that Mamika, the magical girl, is the character that had to be killed horribly so that her death could motivate OTHER characters into action.

The only reason I am able to swallow this in Re:Creators, despite being angry about it, is that before she died, Mamika was shown to possibly be the strongest character in the whole show. To the level of being completely OP. And the fact that she died because she tried to reach the main bad guy, knowing full well she most likely would not survive, but she wanted to try anyway.

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It still makes me mad, but at least it does take the sting away SOMEWHAT. Especially since Re:Creators is not a magical girl show. And its entire point is to dissect all its characters by removing them from their own anime and video games and forcing them into a reality where they have to face things they would not normally have to worry about in their safer, more genre-based universes.

“Dark Magical Girl” or as I like to refer to it as; “Grimdark magical girl” shows are now the most popular versions of the magical girl genre.

a genre that STARTED as manga written by women for girls to read and feel empowered by. They have now been turned into a genre for teenaged to adult men to enjoy cute moe girls in horriffic torture porn. (see. Because torture makes it MATURE and ADULT).

They are no longer shows spreading messages to young girls about believing in themselves and their friends and their own power, but are instead torture porn for men.

There is an excellent post by a tumblr user called @timemachineyeah which I link to all the time regarding this topic which I will do so again here;

https://thefloatingstone.tumblr.com/post/165077370034/i-cant-remember-if-youve-posted-about-this#notes

And in the OP’s words (emphasis mine):

“[…]That’s not subversive. That’s our whole fucking lives. That’s what we get everywhere else. Nothing a girl does can be right. We’re bad to have ambitions and to want things. Even the “nice” things we do are dismissed with ulterior motives as soon as someone decides they’re done with us.

And I fucking hate people calling it “so profound” and whatever, when it’s ultimately torture porn and the message isn’t even deep.

And more than that, I hate that it’s success has spawned a series of knockoffs, so that now moe torture porn grimdark magical girls has become the most common iteration of the genre. So we had the incredibly ableist (OMFG WORST SHOW EVER MADE) Yuki Yuuna is a Hero, and we’re getting the “Magical Girls have to CULL EACH OTHER in a grim CHILDREN-LED FIGHT TO THE DEATH” of Magical Girl Raising Project and like I’m so fucking done with these grown ass men making shows for other grown ass men shitting all over girls’ power fantasies and thinking that shitting all over girls’ power fantasies is something new and subversive and not a reassertion of the status quo.“

Does that mean I think men can’t make magical girl shows? Of course men can make Magical girl shows! Revolutionary Girl Utena is an ENTIRE show about the patriarchy and its destruction of girls and the role of women in society and the eventual triumph of our female heroes OVER PATRIARCHAL BULLSHIT ITSELF” and it was created by a man!!

Namely Kunihiko Ikuhara!

And not only did he make Revolutionary Girl Utena, but he is large responsible for not only making Sailor Uranus and Sailor Neptune a couple in the original anime, but for largely fleshing out their motivations and drive in the anime, making season S of Sailor Moon PROFOUNDLY better than the exact same arc in the manga!

But this is not what is happening here. Heck, I have a suspicion one of these grimdark shows might have originally been written by a woman.

What’s happening here is not about who the creator of these shows are, it is who these shows are INTENDED for. And what their intent as a show is. And yes. a lot of Magical girl shows have the intent of selling merchandise. Let’s not pretend PreCure or Jewel Pet are trying to become feminist icons or anything. But even if their intent is merely to sell toys, they STILL have the function of telling girls to have hopes and dreams, fight to protect their friends, and that it is OK TO DO SO WHILE STILL BEING A GIRL. Something American tv wasn’t doing at the time! Instead all girl characters from America who were “tough” were all tomboys who hated pink and refused to wear dresses, a la Spinelli in the cartoon “Recess”.

It was not until Sailor Moon showed up girls were taught you don’t HAVE to be a brutish loud angry tough girl to believe in your own power.

But now the magical girl genre’s most popular shows are not about girls being powerful and having dreams and protecting the earth.

It’s about how much our cute moe looking protagonists can suffer. For having the audacity to want to having power to protect others.

#Anonymous #Magical Girls #Mahou Shoujo #anime #long post #gif warning #video

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v-v-void · 2 years ago

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Y'all remember the messages I got on my old Tumblr? Yeah. That was one of many reasons that this account was made. Somehow they found it and contacted me again... and eventually I allowed them to convince me they didn't send them. That they'd never send me any.. which I wanted to believe but how could anyone know the things I've only told them? It didn't add up.

I'm so tired of taking the blame for shit that isn't entirely my fault. Yet, I am the one who gets it held over their head everytime. I'm the one who gets shut out. Hell, the second I mention how fucked things were getting, I'm automatically in the wrong for feeling protective. I care, wtf do you expect.

I seriously can't handle this shit anymore. The distance is fucking cruel. How can you keep someone you claim to care so much about, at such a far distance like they don't mean anything..? Especially when they're possibly really sick. If all I do is cause problems... I'm not trying to stick around and completely shatter their life. Especially when they have alot going on right now. If I'm not worth keeping and spending time with in such a hard time in you're life.. why am I here? If there's a chance you could get really sick and you still don't feel it necessary to tell you partner we're talking and that you want me in your life.. then there's clearly an issue. By letting things be and talking behind someone's back, that would make me the person that their partner thinks I am. Its not fair. To anyone. Don't tell me you love me and ask me to go against myself just to speak with you.. don't ask me to be someone that I wouldn't be proud of. Don't ask me to be your secret just because you're afraid to tell your partner that you want to talk to me. Especially when what I said to cause this mess is something you yourself had said. It only became a problem when I repeated it. Don't act like I wanted to split you up. I said what I said because the situation was becoming unhealthy. You painted it as if I was trying to split you up, which is far from the truth. as if I gained anything from that? I was voicing concern because shit had gotten so fucked up. The relationship was getting toxic and giving in was the only way things were getting better. Instead of talking to me, I was a write off because they knew that was how to fix their relationship. Which is absolutely fucked. If I knew being together would cause their home life to fall apart, I wouldn't have engaged because I fucking adored them both as people. Why do you think I was so hurt when their partner wanted nothing to do with me anymore. It fucking sucked because I wanted to actually be a part of their life. Not be some god damn thorn. I tried to end it multiple times because I wasn't trying to ruin anything and Ciara called me balling and begged me to stay. That if I really cared, that I would stay and fight for "us".. so I did.. at what point did it turn into this fucking shit show? If I could flip it again, go back and just be friends, I would. If I could go back and change a few things. I would in a heart beat. Because now, my best friend might be fucking sick and I'm on the outskirts of their life. Get this, the worst part is that they still couldn't risk shit at home. The best they could do for me is find a way to "let me know if something happened to them"... not even the ability to see or speak to them before anything happened. The least they could do is let me make the best of what time is left if something bad were to happen.. but no. They'll make sure I "find out somehow" ... like... you cannot tell me you love me and miss me, and in the same breath, tell me I'm not worth being around. If you understand why I said what I said but your partner won't.. why not sit down and try to help them understand instead of allowing them to think I'm this fucking monster? or you cut me off because this is bullshit. if your actions don't align with your words.... How am I to believe you care at all?.. if I mean that much to you, how is it so fucking easy just to brush me off like I'm nothing?

So yeah, I 'm making a new Tumblr and none of y'all are going to be allowed to have it because I'm tired of having my heart shattered and then being attacked as if all of this is my fault. Fuck sakes.

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wild-ditto-appeared · 3 years ago

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Sylvia pursed her lips. All normal answers. They seemed true enough, too. His gaze was steady and relaxed. Either he was experienced at lying or he was telling the truth. And Sylvia had never been the best reader of faces, so she couldn't tell which it was.

"Yes, I think we're all ready to order. Isn't that right, Sylvia?" Professor Oak asked her, picking up on the flow of conversation easily. Sylvia nodded stiffly.

At the mention of food, Ditto--and Fluffy, who had been idly pecking the table now--perked up and beamed in that way that they tended to do when they were excited specifically about food.

Professor Oak called over a waiter and everyone gave their orders, including those meant for their Pokemon.

When the waiter left, Sylvia couldn't bear beating around the bush anymore. She had to say something.

"...Please forgive my rudeness," she began, still wary. "But... You're odd, Mr. Pegasus. I-I might be paranoid and you could be completely fine--or maybe it's something out of your control, I don't know the whole story--but I just... I don't know. I can't bring myself to trust you. I don't know what you'll do with any possible information we give you. You're a beginner Trainer, unqualified to deal with the threat of Shadow Pokemon. Yet, you're accompanied by Mr. Leon, one of, if not the biggest Pokemon Trainer in the world. Your business is apparently small, yet your artistic skills are stellar enough to sell for... well, I'm not entirely sure--money was never my strong suit--but a lot. You only have a Ditto to your name--not that... n-not that that's a bad thing, Ditto is very cute and very well-cared for--but the point I'm trying to make is... p-put bluntly, you're the odd one out." She fixed him with a kind of wary, almost fearful glare. "A-and like I said, I could be jumping to conclusions. I... might be panicking for no reason, and if that's the case, I do deeply apologize. But..." She took a deep breath. Just say it. "But... I've had people turn against me before, and even they had more traces than you seem to leave behind. I'm... I'm not the little girl who would just give away her trust at any corner anymore. So... that's why I'd like to address the Wailord in the room."

There. She finally said it. Not loud enough to attract the attention of other people eating nearby, but enough that everyone else could hear her clearly. She wrapped her arms around Pip and held him close, afraid to tear her eyes away from the silver-haired businessman. Fluffy, finally clued in on her nervousness, turned to her with a worried tilt of the head. Professor Oak had been watching her as she blurted out what was on her mind--she never could keep a secret for too long, could she?--and folded his arms across his chest, closing his eyes.

"As much as I hate to admit it, Sylvia does bring up some good points," Professor Oak finally added. "Team Rocket is a criminal organization that has gotten very good at evading the police's eyes with their nefarious plans and disguises. How can we be so sure you aren't one of them, is that right, Sylvia?"

Sylvia nodded. "O-or... maybe you're not, and you're working for a different group, or completely independently. I... don't have any working hypotheses. Everything you said seems perfectly reasonable. But... something just... doesn't sit right. Somehow. I don't feel comfortable breaking the confidentiality clause with Mr. Pegasus present."

Professor Oak turned to Pegasus. Sylvia was, as emotional as she was, a rational person. She would surely try to solve this issue without getting too far into any conflict unless it was absolutely necessary. For the time being, he would wait to see what Pegasus' reaction to her admission is. If anything went wrong, Leon and Sylvia both knew how to battle. So did Professor Oak, but it's been years since he had a good fight.

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Sylvia had to admit, he did draw really well. Even the quick sketch he whipped up, although a little rough, given that napkins were softer to the touch than paper and were thus harder to draw on due to their tendency to rip, was remarkable.

He paints professionally, eh? And apparently he’s done quite a bit of it, as well. “Have you published your works, Mr. Pegasus? Or is your current paying occupation different?”

If he said that he published them, Sylvia could look them up online and check to see what they were in private. Never did she once hear of Pegasus, and by the looks of it, his technique and practice could rival the abilities of even the famous Bug-type Gym Leader from Unova, Burgh.

“My, my, this is quite a good drawing!” Professor Oak chuckled. “I’m certain my assistant Tracey would love to meet you.”

“Yes, I don’t doubt he would…” Sylvia mumbled warily. “Incidentally, um… You said you’d just become a Pokemon Trainer, correct?” She glanced at Leon, asking for confirmation with her eyes. “Why didn’t you choose to become one sooner, if you don’t mind me asking?”

Sylvia felt gross, asking so many questions. This could very well be a personal thing, yet here she was butting in about it because she just “felt something off.” Frankly, she was ashamed.

But… she’d given away her trust too freely one too many times. And those were people with good reputations. In fact, those were people with any reputation, ever. She had nothing to go off of with Pegasus, though.

Perhaps that’s what scared her. What if he wanted to find out more about Shadow Pokemon to corrupt that baby Ditto in his lap? What if he wanted to use it for experiments? Or, Palkia forbid, what if he was the kind of twisted person who thought Shadow Pokemon would make great painting subjects? She hated to think that art could be used in such a dark way, but at this point, if anyone has any kind of power, it can be used either for good or for evil.

She didn’t know which would’ve been worse: if she was prying in on an innocent man’s life just to find out if he was evil or if she discovered someone evil just as soon as she’d finished a podcast about Pokemon manufactured by evil people. Despite the fact she was the one doing the questioning, Sylvia felt… exposed, vulnerable in a way.

Ditto squirmed uncomfortably. It could feel her nervousness from across the table.

“Ah..no, I haven’t published my works.” Pegasus admitted. Not in this universe, anyway. “My current occupation is…just general business, really. Nothing huge. Although I’d be happy to meet Tracey if I ever got the chance, Professor Oak.” Tracey, eh? Also good at art? He filed that name in his mind for later.

“As for why I waited to be a Pokemon trainer…I just wasn’t sure if I was fit to be one yet. But after I bonded with Ditto, I think I’m a bit more ready now.” He smiled softly, looking towards Ditto and then up at Oak and Sylvia. It was in a way true; if Pegasus had just appeared in the Pokemon world with no contact with any beings from it beforehand, it would be really hard to get through it.

At least with Ditto by his side, it made things slightly easier.

If he’d told them he was the CEO of Industrial Illusions, well…yeah, that would have them definitely raising eyebrows. He noticed Ditto squirming, looking towards it quietly. “Ditto? Are you okay?”

“I think Ditto’s a bit peckish,” Leon came in for the save, and Pegasus was relieved. “And I think I’m ready to order, too!”

#guest muse: professor oak #guest muse: sylvia reviar #guest muse: fluffy #guest muse: pip #into the dittoverse #Fancy Friend!!!! (Pegasus)#rip leon's cover #sorry man sylvia just wants to know #she norvus

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