#but nope usually it's chasing and fighting and screaming time when I want to sleep

[running-in-the-dark]

alright, I'm going to bed - well I'm already in bed, but I've been drawing. buuut Freddie keeps jumping on the desk and chewing on things, so I have to get up every minute or so and it's happened at least 10 times and I'm just annoyed as hell so I'm giving up and going to sleep.

annnnd of course now that I'm lying down the cats are fighting. on my feet. ouch.

[jupitermelichios]

So I’ve been playing a lot of skyrim lately, because it’s video game comfort food, and I decided it was time for my Redguard Dovahkiin to settle down. (Actually I specifically just wanted to be able to adopt some of the random orphans you meet because I felt guilty about them, but you need to be married before you can do that so that there’s someone at home to take care of the kids while you’re off galivanting).

So I travelled around a bit, chatting up likely looking npcs until I found one I both liked and didn’t feel guilty about marrying (I feel bad if I marry one of the warrior adventurer types, making them be a stay at home mum) and settled on an obnoxiously cheerful argonian called Shavee because her life was frankly shit, and I thought she’d probably be good with kids.

So off I go to Riften to the Temple of Mara to arrange the wedding. I book it in for the next day, realise I didn’t bring anything nice to wear, and spend the night before the wedding robbing every house in the city in the search for something to wear. Eventually decide everyone in Riften has terrible fashion sense and break down everything I stole into raw materials and use them to craft myself an outfit and some jewellery that i’m pretty happy with. I even carefully pick out my fanciest looking sword to wear.

(don’t know why I bothered, frankly, shavee turned up wearing a shirt covered in suspicious stains and weilding a pickaxe, it’s like she doesn’t even care about this marriage)

(also for comedy purposes, bear in mind I play with survival mods that mean my character needs to eat and sleep to live, and I literally spent the entire ingame night on this and forgot to eat and drink anything either and then just downed four bowls of wolf stew right before entering the temple so I didn’t starve during the ceremony. also I discovered during the wedding that I am dying of rockjoint, which I contracted from sleeping in a pile of hay on the floor of a skeever infested cave, so even being six foot tall and jacked can’t make up for the fact that I am exhausted, running a fever, and probably covered in wolf which I spilled because my joints are slowly atrophying, and even the fanciest clothes in the world aren’t going to cover that up)

so I enter the temple, and my finance is there, and Lydia my housecarl, and some random NPCs the game thinks are my friends because I did fetch quests for them

One of the random NPCs is Lisbet. Atfter I did her fetch quest, I then did another quest in which I discovered Lisbet is secretly a cannibal and part of a demonic cult that worships the daedric prince of decay by kidnapping priests, sacrificing them, and then eating their corpses. Raw. I think the raw meat is the sticking point for me here honestly.

I ultimately decided not to sacrifice the random priest to a daedric prince in exchange for one magic ring and all the raw human I could eat, because frankly, that doesn’t sound like much of a deal to me. I was expecting there to be some kind of dialogue choice where I could nope out at the last minute, but it turns out there isn’t one, so after they drugged the priest and tied him to the altar, I just got out my sword and started swinging.

I killed most of the cult (including the town butcher, because I had brought meat from him before and was extremely pissed off that he might have been secretly feeding me humans) but a couple of them got away, which I figured was fine because they weren’t trying to kill me.

Except it turns out, if any of them escape, then every time you see them in the future there’s a random chance that they’ll fly into a violent rage and try and murder you.

Lisbet is at my wedding. Lisbet decides that clearly me marrying this random argonian woman with two lines of dialogue is the happiest day of my life, and she cannot allow me that happiness, when I’ve taken so much from her.

So she tries to kill me. Only she can’t, because I’m stuck in a pre-rendered wedding animation, and also she’s sitting next to Lydia, my faithful retainer and owner of a really big axe.

It also turns out that Lisbet is essential, meaning she can be knocked unconcious but not actually killed because she’s needed for some quest or other. And the minute she wakes up from unconciousness, she tries to kill me again, so Lydia knocks her unconcious again, and I’m stuck, I can’t move, because I’m supposed to be in the wedding animation.

Except Shavee has, not unreasonably, see all this and decided that she doesn’t like me enough to risk getting murdered, and has done a runner, leaving me at the altar, but more importantly, leaving me trapped in a broken pre-rendered animation, so all I can do is stand there at the altar, staring at the space where my fiance was supposed to be, listening to the sounds of Lydia trying and failing to beat a cannibal to death behind me.

Okay, I think, clearly this wedding isn’t going to happen, I’m going to go for the registry office option and complete the wedding using the dev commands. I do this. The priest gives me a wedding ring, and I can finally move again. I chase after Shavee, who has an impressive turn of speed on her, and eventually catch up right by the city gates. I try to talk to her.

Apparently using the console has completed the wedding for me, but not for her, because she still only has the same 2 lines of dialogue she usually has.

Clearly this is working, I can’t leave my kids with someone who can only say 2 things and doesn’t even know she’s their mum, that’s irresponsible.

I try loading from inside the temple. I get the same problem.

Eventually I figure out that I need to use the dev controls to disable Lisbet’s entire existence in the universe.

Shavee and me get married. As the priest reads the vows, I stare at Shavee and wonder why she couldn’t even be bothered to put on a clean shirt. I wonder what kind of mother she’ll be.

Once the ceremony is over, and I’m happily married to the dirty green lizard of my dreams, and we’ve agreed that until I can make her recognise my extremely nice modded house exists I will share her single bed in the unheated flophouse in Windhelm she calls home, I re-enable Lisbet, because I’m worried I’ll forget if I leave it too long.

Fun fact about skyrim, it loads in quite a lot of npcs and objects by dropping them from the sky. I have no idea why this is the case, but it’s objectively the funniest way to load in objects.

I re-enable Lisbet. She falls from the sky, clips through the roof of the temple, and lands in the pew beside Lydia, stands up, draws a knife, and is immedately beaten unconcious.

I no longer care, because Shavee now has all the exciting new spouse-only romantic dialogue options like “Could you cook something for me” and “have you made any money lately”, and I know she’ll be a great mother.

I limp to the door of the temple, while around me the guests not involved in the Lydia-Lisbet murder cycle scream and duck for cover.

I open the door to the temple, immediately collapse and ragdoll down the steps, which is how I discover I am dying of rockjoint.

I limp to the orphanage down the street, adopt two kids, and then finally remember that I’m carrying garlic bread, which as we all know, cures all known illnesses.

When I emerge back into the street, full of the joys of motherhood and garlic bread, I find the town in disaray. Lydia is chasing Lisbet through the streets with an axe and a dragon is circling overhead, burning npcs to death. People are running for shelter, screaming, while the guards try to take down an entire dragon using only the worst bows and arrows in the game.

I decide that as a parent, I have to think of my own safety first and leave them to it.

I head out of the city, intent on returning home and figuring out why Shavee refuses to move in with me. A man hanging around the stables challenges me to a boxing match. For want of anything better to do, I agree.

Halfway through the fight he dodges at the wrong moment and I punch one of his horses in the head.

Two guards attack me while I desperately try to surrender. My kids will miss me, but I’m prepared to go to jail for my horse crimes, I’m an honest citizen. Also my horse crimes seem somewhat less important than the dragon.

The guards refuse to accept my surrender. I am stabbed to death. As I collapse in front of the indifferent horse, Lisbet exits the city, followed by Lydia. The last thing I see before I die is Lydia swinging her axe at Lisbet’s face.

[jxsatlas]

𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐖𝐇𝐈𝐓𝐄 𝐏𝐀𝐋𝐀𝐃𝐈𝐍 ⇢ keith kogane, ch. 3

keith kogane x gn! reader – previous

DISCLAIMER! this story does not originally belong to me, the author is @MaddieWolf37 on Wattpad. i have simply received permission to rewrite and continue her story. go and check out her profile for the original version!

SYNOPSIS! a story in which you are thrown into the middle of an intergalactic space war and have the undesirable weight of being a symbol of peace dropped on your shoulders. but maybe if you look past the constant danger and endless fighting, there's some good to being a paladin of voltron.

MATURE CONTENT! swearing, violence, gore, war, graphic descriptions, mentions of self-harm

You step into the tent, eyes wide at the sight of three unconscious scientists scattered around the ground. Straight ahead, Keith is carefully pulling Shiro off of the metal table and trying to sling Shiro's arm around him.

"Nope! No! I'm saving Shiro," Lance says and takes Shiro's other arm and tosses it around his shoulders.

"Uh... who are you?" Keith asks, furrowing his brows at Lance in confusion.

"The name's Lance?" your brother says, but Keith only blinks at him. Lance feigns a look of hurt and disappointment. How could his self-proclaimed rival not recognise him? "We were in the same class at the Garrison? We were like rivals. You know, Lance and Keith, neck and neck?"

"Really? Are you... an engineer?" Keith asks.

"What? No! I'm a pilot," Lance frowns.

Keith narrows his eyes at Lance for a moment before it clicks. His face relaxes. "Oh... yeah, I remember you. You're a cargo pilot."

"Well, not anymore. I'm fighter class now, thanks to you washing out," Lance sasses.

"Congratulations," Keith says in a low tone, not interested.

You roll your eyes at their interaction and place a hand on your hip. "Are you two just gonna sweet talk each other or are we gonna take Shiro and get out of here?" you ask.

Keith looks up at the sound of your voice, recognising it. He stares at you for a bit, unintentionally. It's been a while since he's seen you, and he could honestly that say he missed you.

You were the only person he truly got along with at the Garrison, so it's reasonable for him to feel that way.

"Well?" you ask, quirking an eyebrow.

Keith blinks, breaking his stare and bringing him back to reality. "Taking Shiro and getting out of here," he says.

You all rush out of the tent as fast as you can with an unconscious person in your arms. As the others make their way to Keith's hoverbike, You take a quick look to see what's going on with the Garrison.

"Oh, that's not good," you say and spin on your heel quickly. You scurry over to the hoverbike. "We should really get moving! The Garrison is coming back and they do not look happy!"

Pidge climbs onto the hoverbike. "Hey, is this gonna fit all of us?"

As Keith sits down at the helm, Hunk climbs onto the back, causing the back to drop downwards. "No," he grumbles.

But he doesn't bother wasting time when all of you are on and ready to go. He revs the engine and the hoverbike roars to life, lifting up into the air a few feet.

And right as the Garrison comes around the tent, Keith does a sharp 180 and heads in the opposite direction. He speeds away with the Garrison pursuing without hesitation.

To fight against the inertia, you grab ahold of Keith who you sit right behind. And you don't plan on letting go anytime soon, scared you'll fall off.

Pidge has his arms hooked under Shiro's. "Why am I holding this guy?" he asks, but he's left unanswered.

Lance looks at the Garrison behind us. They were getting closer by the second. "Can't this thing go any faster?"

"We can toss off some non-essential weight," Keith says bitterly.

"Oh, right!" Lance chirps and looks around to see what could be tossed off the hoverbike. But when he finds nothing and realises Keith was talking about Hunk, he rolls his eyes. "Okay, so that was an insult."

Keith shouts over his shoulder at Hunk. "Big man, lean left!"

Hunk does so and the hoverbike sharply veers left, quickly evading the gaining pursuers. The Garrison tries to match the sudden movement, but two of the vehicles chasing after you crash into each other.

"Aw, man!" Hunk whines. "Mr. Harris just wiped out Professor Montgomery!"

You look over your shoulder behind you and see the two vehicles rolling and flipping. You frown. You hope they're okay.

"Big man! Lean right!" Keith orders and Hunk listens to him again. As the hoverbike tips to the right, jumping over a canyon and to the narrow ledge on the other side, you make the mistake of looking down below.

Your body tingles with adrenaline as you watch the ground disappear for a second too long, not enjoying the sight at all.

"Not cool! Not cool!" You say and squeeze your eyes shut. You don't usually have a fear of heights. But it's one thing when you're piloting an aircraft, and a completely different thing when you're riding on the back of a hoverbike where falling off is a very prominent thing.

"Are you seriously scared of heights?" Lance asks, picking up on the reason why you suddenly got anxious. "You're a freaking pilot!"

"This is different!" you bark back at him.

"Wait! Guys! Is that cliff up ahead?" Hunk asks, pointing ahead. You turn back around and you squeak at the sight of the sudden drop getting closer and closer.

"Oh, no, no, no, no!" Lance shouts.

"Yep," Keith smirks and increases the speed, practically flying towards the cliff.

Everyone, except for Keith and Shiro, who is still very much unconscious, clambers and screams incoherently as Keith heads straight for the cliff and drives right off.

You feel your stomach fly up to your chest as you fall, your butt lifting off the seat. The butterflies make your entire body buzz with fear and you tighten your arms around Keith. If you fall off now, there's no doubt you'll be dead.

And flat as a pancake.

"What are you doing!? You're gonna get us killed!" Lance shouts, his eyes wide with fear. His grip is tight on the hoverbike. He doesn't want to fall off either.

"Just shut up and trust me!" Keith shouts back at him.

"I trust you!" you shout, squeezing your eyes shut once again. You truly do. Even though Keith was reckless and quite the trouble maker back at the Garrison, You know he wouldn't intentionally put you in danger without a way to get you out of it.

You fall for what seems like an eternity before Keith rolls the throttle all the way, maxing out the power of the engines. The hoverbike stops just before it hits the ground. Your butt hits the seat pretty hard and you wince.

That's definitely gonna be a bruised tailbone.

With the Garrison having no way to get down the cliff and chase after you, Keith drives off into the desert.

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Inside of an old cabin in the middle of what seems to be nowhere, the group lays about. Lance sits on the edge of a surprisingly soft sofa with you laying across the majority of it, your head in his lap. He has his arms hanging on the back and his head resting on his shoulder. The two of you snooze away.

Pidge and Hunk are across the room sitting on the floor, talking about tech and engineering. Keith is outside with Shiro.

When you were waiting for Shiro to wake up, you had a chance to catch up with Keith. You hugged him and conversed with him happily. He seemed to enjoy talking to me too again, a faint smile on his face.

Although Lance glared at you from across the room the entire time. The boys have a mutual dislike for each other, so Lance didn't take too kindly to you talking to Keith. But you think Lance feels the said dislike more. Keith doesn't seem to care most of the time, but Lance can and will get on his nerves.

Nevertheless, you genuinely missed Keith. You were pretty good friends with him. In fact, you think you were his only friend at the Garrison.

You stir awake when Keith and Shiro walk back into the cabin rather loudly. You rub the sleep from your eyes and sit up. You stretch your arms out with a yawn, accidentally smacking your brother in the face.

Lance jolts awake with a small yelp.

"Oh, sorry," you say. Lance grumbles under his breath and sits up. He yawns as well.

"What have you been working on?" Shiro asks slowly.

You turn my attention to the other side of the room. Keith holds a large cloth in his hands, having pulled it off of the wall. And on the wall are pictures of caves carvings and odd locations and maps of the desert pinned onto it with tacs and tape. Messy red arrows and circles are marked onto said maps, pointing out places in the desert. But not as much as an area at the center of the map, where a large, overlapping circle was scribbled down.

With curiosity overpowering your sleepiness, you rest your chin in your palm and lean forward with interest. "What's that?" you ask.

"It's... kinda hard to explain?" Keith says with a shrug. "After getting booted from the Garrison, I felt... lost?" he says with a somber expression.

Keith points to the large circle on the map. "But I was drawn to this place. It was like something, some energy, was telling me to search," he says.

"For what?" Shiro asks.

"I'm not sure," Keith answers. "But when I did search, I came across a cave system with all these ancient carvings. Each depicting a slightly different story about a Blue Lion, and some... arrival happening," he explains and points to the photos on the wall before looking at Shiro. "Then you showed up."

Shiro hums, a small, impressed smile tugging at his lips. He turns to you, Lance, Hunk, and Pidge, who are clumped together across the room. "I should thank you all for getting me out of there," he says.

Shiro reaches his robotic arm out to Lance. An awestruck expression takes over my brother's face. On the outside, he appears rather calm. But on the inside, he's most likely freaking out about the fact that his idol is wanting to shake his hand.

"You're Lance, right?" Shiro asks.

Lance nods with a wide smile, firmly grasping Shiro's metal hand and shaking it.

Shiro turns to you. "And... [y/n]?" he guesses your name and you nod.

"Yep! That's me!" you affirm and shake Shiro's hand as well.

"I'm Pidge, and the nervous guy is Hunk," the short ginger says and points to Hunk, who is pulling at his fingers, with his thumb. "Do you know if the rest of your crew made it?"

You glance at Pidge. He seems to be pretty hung up on Shiro's crewmates. You slowly get lost in your thoughts wondering why.

Could he possibly be related to any of them? Or at least a good friend to one?

Pidge gives you a strange look and you realise you're staring. You flash him an embarrassed smile and look away.

"I don't know," Shiro says after taking a moment to dig through his memories. "My brain is still pretty scrambled. But one thing sticks out. I kept hearing the word Voltron, over and over. It's some kind of weapon."

You blink. "That's what Pidge was hearing on the radio!" you point out.

Pidge nods. "Yeah, I picked it up on alien radio chatter when scanning the solar system," he rephrases.

"Maybe those were the aliens that captured Shiro?" Lance suggests.

"Well, we need to find this Voltron before the aliens do," Shiro says with a sharp tone of determination.

"But how are we gonna do that?" Lance asks.

He's got a point. "Yeah, we don't even know what Voltron looks like," you say.

"I got that doodle in my notebook?" Pidge says.

"Sorry, Pidge, but your artist's rendition isn't the best," Lance says. You smack his arm and he smacks yours in return.

Hunks smiles. "I don't think Pidge's drawing skills will be a problem," he says and picks up Pidge's backpack. "Because I was looking through his stuff–"

Pidge snatches his bag from Hunk and holds it away from him. "What were you doing looking through my stuff?" he asks sharply.

Hunk rubs the back of his neck sheepishly. "Looking for a snack," he says. "Anyways, I was looking through his diary and–"

"You did what?" Pidge growls. He seems to like his privacy.

"–and I noticed a repeating series of numbers that kinda look like a Fraunhofer line," Hunk quickly finishes talking before Pidge has a chance to interrupt him again.

"A frown-what?" Keith asks and you, him, and Lance give a quizzical look.

"Sorry, we have the brains of pilots," you say.

"That's fine," Hunk shrugs and proceeds to explain what he's talking about. "It's a number describing the emission spectrum of an element. But this element doesn't exist on earth, so I was thinking it could be this Voltron?"

You nod, understanding a little bit more of his engineer mind, but not really. He used too big of words.

"I think I can build something to track it, like a Voltron Geiger counter," Hunk says.

Lance flashes an impressed grin and crosses his arms. "Hunk, you big gassy genius!" he praises.

"It's pretty great," Hunk smiles bashfully at the compliment. He then reaches into his pocket and pulls out a sheet of paper with a sort of graph on it. He holds it up for everyone to see. "It looks like this."

Keith snatches the paper from Hunk and examines it closely. He furrows his brows and turns to one of the photos pinned up on the wall, something connecting in his brain. He holds the graph up next to a photo of rocky outcropping somewhere in the desert.

The line matches the shape of the tall, jagged rocks eerily well. You all share a look, concluding that that's the next place you need to go.

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s.b. headcanons

hellooo, me again! enjoy angels and treat urself today <3

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-he will do anything to pull you away from whatever it is you’re doing whenever he wants attention

“COME TO MY DORM OR I’LL LIGHT A BUNCH OF CANDLES AND FALL ASLEEP!” “no don’t burn down hogwarts sirius, sod off, i need to study.” “don’t you love me??” “yes, now that that’s settled, go away.” “you’re breaking my heart darling.” he’ll pout throwing a hand over his heart while leaning on you “you’re breaking your own heart. just wait a bit longer, you big baby.” “nope, that’s it, i’m doing it! tata now!” “sirius no-!” “bye y/nnnn goodnight, unless you decide to graciously visit me in bed” “you’re really gonna burn down hogwarts because i won’t cuddle you?” “you mean YOU'RE going to burn down hogwarts because you refuse to stop studying and cuddle me.” “it does work like that!! you’re so childish.” “i’d prefer the term determined if you will.” “sirius- wait no don’t go upst- and he’s gone,” *waits a bit* *dashes upstairs and barges into the room* *sees there are no candles lit* “i’m offended, you thought i’d actually do it, but since you’re here let’s cuddle.”

-whenever he’s hanging around the other marauders on the field he’ll see random flowers and start picking them, ignoring their teasing while flipping them off “sirius has gone soft!!!!” “sod off wankers at least i have someone.” “i do have someone!” “lily hates you james.” “for now you twat.”

-he can’t wait to give you the flowers “oh- thank you? for the um..weeds?” “weeds? they’re flowers, look, petals and all.” he’ll dramatically pick a petal of a flower and blow it into the air, sighing as it slowly falls to the ground “nooo don’t make that face, you know i love them, they’re pretty.” you’ll open your arms for him and he’ll gladly reciprocate, burying his face between your shoulder and neck ”yeah like me.” he’d mutter in a childish voice

-“did you just lick my lips?” “your chapstick tastes good”

-whenever he’s drinking something and someone makes him laugh you can expect him to spray everywhere

-if you’re putting on lipstick he’ll ask you to kiss him on the cheek because he wants people to see, then he’ll ask to use the lipstick too because he wants you to have one as well

-every time you come out of the bathroom after getting dressed, without fail he’ll hype you up whether you’re wearing your uniform or a normal outfit or your sleeping clothes. he’ll narrate you as you walk out the room, asking you to do your model walk.

-you’ll dress each other sometimes, he usually picks fishnets and a skirt with one of his shirts and you’ll get him to dress like henry winter from the secret history (sirius in dark academia fashion, i think so)

-you two paint your nails together

-you both impulsively cut your hair, it’s utter chaos. it consists of you two screaming, hiding under a blanket, freaking out at the hair in the sink, then realizing you both look really good

-you have matching silver rings and necklaces

-he’s very devious, he always has something up his sleeve

-he gets jealous really easily, if someone is looking at you he’ll stare them down and whisper in your ear “someone’s checking you out.” “really? are they cute?” he’ll shoot you a warning look before picking you up and running off to do some um activities

-he’s very protective, he trusts you deeply but he knows that there are people who are willing to do anything to upset him and the only way someone could upset him is if they harmed you in any way. he will always stand up for you, even when you’re not around. he despises anyone who even looks at you the wrong way. this has led to many fights and detentions  

-he’s the most supportive and accepting person ever. he knows what it’s like to feel like an alien in your own body, to not be accepted by those you thought would be there no matter what, he understands what it feels like and though he will never understand how you feel completely, he will do everything in his power to help you and to make you feel safe and loved. if you open up about your struggles, your sexuality, your identity or anything at all, there will not be a single part of him that’ll judge you. he’ll just listen and smile, feeling so grateful that you trusted him enough to open up to him

-he’ll randomly break into your room in the middle of the night “get your fine ass out of bed, we’re going to hogsmeade.” “it’s 4 in the morning what could you possibly want at hogsmeade?” “i’m hungry, now hurry up.” “why don’t you sod off and steal some or rem’s chocolate? i’m tired.” “i already finished it c’monnnnn i know you wanna.” “you’re so lucky that i love you sirius.”

-he always keeps you on your feet, there was never a dull moment with him and frankly, it was hard to keep up, no one knows where he gets all this energy from.

-it’s hard to really know what he’s talking about at times, he just says words sometimes and when he’s done he looks at you expectantly

-his energy levels fluctuate a lot though, one minute he’ll be running around the room chasing you like a zombie, the next he’ll be sitting down talking about cultural anthropology  

-he likes trying to see if he can trick you into eating foods you hate. for example, he’ll try and feed you olives by claiming they’re grapes or something, which obviously doesn’t work so he just shoves it in your mouth (olive slander is welcome here)

-when you two kiss it’s so intense, even if it’s supposed to be a short peck before you head off to class he’ll put both his hands in your hair and pull you closer, refusing to have a kiss less than 10 seconds

-when he hugs you he spins you around until you’re both about to fall from dizziness

-he’s so coquettish, even when you’ve been together for so long he’ll stroll up to you and use a horrible pick up line, or he’ll wink at you from across the room or shamelessly flirt with you in front of everyone, which never fails to amuse you

-sirius either sleeps for 17 hours straight or 3 hours, there is no in-between. he’s also a very heavy sleeper, it’s so difficult to get him up in the mornings if you two are late for class. he doesn’t really care that he’s late but for your sake, he drags himself out of bed, under the condition that you have to take a nap with him right after class.

-he hogs the blanket and when you try and pull it back he will just grunt and say “you’re so hot why would you need it?” which you’d just scoff at and throw yourself on him until he acquiesces to share the blanket with you

-the train ride to hogwarts is filled with laughter, the kind where it hurts to breathe and you keep adding things that make you both reel over. the other marauders are slightly confused, but they start to laugh as they see your faces turn red while tears slip from your eyes.

-you are such an energetic couple, you bounce off of each other and anyone who hangs out with you two feels like they’re babysitting

-if his hands are cold he’ll press them on your thighs, neck, or your stomach just to make you jump, which is the catalyst in you chasing him around the room while throwing things at him

-he pokes the side of your face so much you’re convinced you’ll get a dent, he also flicks you so much that by the end of class there's a red mark on your cheek

- “you smell so good love.” “stop sniffing me, creep”

-he likes carrying you bridal style everywhere, it’s so unnecessary and extravagant that it just works because it’s sirius we’re talking about

-you two play fight so often people are genuinely concerned because they’ll just walk into the common room and see you straddling him as you cause havoc on his face with a pillow or he’ll have you pinned under him as he relentlessly tickles you

-calling him fleahead just to rile him up

“why can’t i have a pleasant nickname? like mr. darcy, am i not like your mr. darcy??”

-him calling you cherry or mars because you blush a lot around him (he likes to tell himself it’s because of his undeniable charm)

-sneaking off to the astronomy tower together to listen to music while you’re under a blanket and holding hands, talking quietly about your home lives or anything that’s bothering you, letting the wind run through your clothing, causing the two of you to shuffle closer together

-he’s seldom quiet so when he is you know there’s something wrong. you never push him as he’ll open up on his own terms and when he’s ready, but you always make sure that he knows you’re there

-he’ll usually walk into your dorm shutting the door quietly, taking his jumper off, and curling up in your lap as he grabs your hand, your other one going to his hair immediately. his cries are silent but they don’t last long, only for a couple of minutes before he looks up at you and kisses the side of your mouth before going under your covers and hugging your waist tightly.

-when you walk in upset or crying he’ll immediately be gripping his wand asking who he’ll have to hex, it brings a smile to your face and you just shake your head before trudging towards him, your mood washing over you again. you straddle his lap and bury your face in his chest, trying to calm yourself down. his hands would immediately go to rubbing your back or stroking your hair. when your breathing starts to go back to normal he’ll hold the back of your neck, making you look up at him, he just wanted to see your face because even when you were sobbing he thought you were the most breathtaking person on earth.

-you two always shower together or take baths together and they’d be filled with horrible attempts at flirting and messing around

-drunk sirius is a disaster. he will trail after you like a lost puppy, he will hug your legs if you try to leave which leads to him being dragged on the floor as he grips on your calf for dear life. if you somehow manage to free yourself from his grip he does the most outrageous and embarrassing things to get you to come back. (imagine sirius drunkenly singing common people by pulp or the letter by the boxtops, using his bottle as a mic and prancing around the common room doing an idiotic dance)

-drunk sirius barges into your room screaming “i'm an english man!!” or singing parklike by blur (if blur existed at the time)

-so many polaroids, he has a box filled with them. it gives him comfort when he’s back at home

-he stares at you a lot

-he always greets you with a kiss on the back of your hand

-at first you were apprehensive about being with sirius for several reasons but you gave him a chance because you wanted to formulate your own opinion. he proved everyone around him wrong and it took you by surprise to see just how committed he was. he not once hid the fact he liked you, he made it very known that he wanted you and only you, even if it was embarrassing on your behalf

(can you tell i heavily associate sirius with damon albarn?)

[marveloushiddleston]

The Monster Within

English German

Chapters: Prologue / Chapter 1 / Chapter 2

Plot: After the last fight against Thanos, the task of the remaining Avengers was done. And a new team of Avengers must now protect the Earth from a new unknown force. Together with SWORD, Wanda, Vision, Doctor Strange, Carol, Bucky, Sam and Loki, who must first prove himself on Midgard as a team and face unknown enemies.

Chapter 2

Loki unexpectedly appears behind the Black Order and seems cheerful, "If I could interject ... if you are going to Earth, you may need a guide. I have a little experience in that terrain."

"If you mean mistake experience.", Thanos explains unimpressed.

"I consider experience to be experience. Almighty Thanos, I ... Loki ... Prince of Asgard ...", Loki looks meaningfully at Thor, "Odinson ... the rightful King of Jotunheim ... God of Mischief ... do hereby swear my undying fidelity."

Thor blinks in confusion and notices a dagger appear in Loki's hand. Loki readies himself, thrusts upward with lightning speed, and attempts to stab Thanos, but is frozen by the power of the Space Stone before the dagger could strike Thanos.

"Undying? You should choose your words more carefully.", Thanos twists the dagger out of Loki's hand with his right hand, then grabs Loki's neck with his glove and lifts him to eye level. Loki struggles and kicks as his throat is compressed. Thanos makes eye contact with Thor before increasing his force on Loki's neck.

Finally Loki gives up the fight against Thanos, "You will ... never ... be a god." Thanos broke Loki's neck and killing him.

"NO!" screams Thor in a muffled voice.

Thanos walks over to Thor and drops Loki's lifeless body in front of Thor.

"No resurrection this time.", Thanos raises his glove, sends purple force fire through the remains of the spaceship and uses the space stone to teleport away with the Black Order.

"No ... Loki ...", Thor is released from his bonds. He crawls to Loki's body and rests his head on Loki's chest, shedding tears for all he has lost. The ship explodes along with Loki and Thor....

Loki wakes up startled and sits up in bed in one swift movement. The haze of sleep is still heavy on him. He rubbed the sleep from his face. The sky was turning yellow-gold, slowly chasing away the dark night as Loki looked to his window. He realized it was still very early in the morning. After returning from the dead, like so many millions in the universe, nightmares had become commonplace for Loki. He wondered if the people who had shared his fate of returning from the dead shared the same torment. But perhaps it was just his punishment, the price only he had to pay to be alive. After a while Loki managed to push aside the tormenting thoughts that occupied him and pulled aside the velvet green bedspread. He sat down on the edge of the bed, his feet touching the cold black floor, and if he weren't an ice giant, the cold would bother him. Loki let his gaze wander around his room. It may be that this room did not remotely resemble his chambers in Asgard, but even Loki had to admit that living in Avengers Tower was not as bad as he had first feared. Loki turned his gaze down to his left hand and closed his eyes for a moment. As he let the semblance of his appearance, imposed on him by Odin as a newborn, fade, he took a deep breath. Loki, after a moment's hesitation, opened his eyes and studied his blue hand closely, markings running along his hand. He got up from his bed and walked across the room to the dark wooden mirror that stood in the right corner in his room next to the door. His eye color was ruby red instead of the usual green of his eyes and blue markings ran along his face. Markings that showed his origin. The blue markings on his blue skin ran across his neck, his arms, and all over his chest. Loki cautiously walked closer to the mirror. He raised his hand up to the mirror and pressed his flat palm against it. The mirror began to freeze in a few seconds and when it was completely covered with ice, he removed his hand from the mirror surface. Loki waited until the mirror was completely thawed before hiding his ice giant form, his true appearance, again. With a quick flick of his wrist, he made a dark green short-sleeved T-shirt appear over his muscular torso. Loki knew that he would probably not find any kind of peaceful sleep after the nightmare. Training would not hurt him and perhaps will help him against the thoughts that occupied his mind. He remembered that during the tour of the Tower with Thor, he had noticed an internal gym.

Loki snaps his fingers as he enters the studio, thereby turning on the lights with his seidr. He looks around the studio at the various sports equipment. Loki spots a punching bag hanging in the corner and walked across the studio to it. He punched the punching bag, first one punch, then harder, faster, and more often, as if he were repressing memories by doing so. Loki's punches get harder. With one powerful punch, he hits the punching bag and flings it from its moorings across the gym floor.

"How do you feel about fighting with something alive.", Loki turns around and saw Bucky standing behind him in the doorway, his arms crossed in front of his chest.

"Why are you up so early?", Loki asks as he tries to catch his breath.

"I think the reason that keeps us both from sleeping is one and the same."

"Are you sure you can keep up with me?" asks Loki, smiling.

"With you? All the time."

🐍

Bucky struck unexpectedly as Loki caught Bucky's clenched fist. Bucky and Loki continue to fight. Loki grabs Bucky's right arm and tucks it behind him.

"Who's winning?" asks Sam as he sits down next to Stephan on the bench. Wanda offered him some of the popcorn from the bowl. Sam ate some of the popcorn and watched the fight intently.

"I'll bet on Bucky," Stephan says.

Loki pushes Bucky back. The two continue to fight. Loki punches Bucky in the face, causing him to fall backward. Bucky jumped up before sweeping his leg under Loki's legs, causing Loki to lose his balance. Bucky tried to kick Loki, who was on the ground, but he rolled out from under him and got up behind Bucky in a quick leap. Loki punched him in the back, sending him stumbling forward.

"I'm Team Loki." said Wanda, continuing to eat popcorn.

"Alright, I'm on Loki's team too.", Sam explains, leaning back as he watches the fight.

"Vis?" asks Wanda, the hitherto silent Vision.

"Although I don't really participate in this sort of thing, I have to disagree with you, Wanda. Bucky clearly seems to have the advantage," Vision states matter-of-factly. Bucky lands a kick to Loki's side. Punches went back and forth between the two.

"What does the losing team have to do?" asks Stephen, crossing his arms in front of his chest."

"Take over the cleaning schedule for two weeks," Wanda says without taking her eyes off the fight.

"Sounds fair to me. Deal.", Stephan agrees. Bucky's foot connects with Loki's face, nearly dropping him to the floor. Loki's hands twisted Barnes' wrists and arms, keeping him from moving for a moment. With a kick to the back, Bucky gets Loki to loosen his grip and is able to break free.

"Since when they do that?" asked Carol, confused, as she joined them in the gym. Sam looked at his watch.

"About an hour and a half now."

"And neither of you are intervening? ", Danvers asked.

"Nope." said Sam, Wanda and Stephen in unison, only Vision doesn't answer as he continues to watch the fight intently. Bucky tries to hit Loki's head with his metal arm, but Loki ducks and kicks Barnes in the right side, this made him stagger back a little. Unexpectedly, an orange protonblast hit the two during their fight, knocking them off their feet and sending Loki and Bucky backwards across the studio onto their backs. Loki strained to lift his head to see what happened and looked in the direction from where the protonblast was shot. Carol smiled triumphantly at the two as her fists returned to normal.

"Now if you're done with your...little comparison. We have a mission.", Danvers explained. She took some of popcorn from Wanda before walking out of the room.

"So no team is the winner." declared Sam, disappointed. He stood up and walked behind Carol.

"According to my calculations, we'll have plenty of that to watch," Vision explained matter-of-factly. As Vision left the room with Wanda and Stephan. Loki and Bucky, meanwhile, still didn't get up from the floor.

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[honeylemondrop]

Took those sticks and stones, showed 'em I could build a house They tell me that I'm crazy, but I'll never let 'em change me 'Til they cover me in daisies, daisies, daisies

BASIC QUESTIONS

First name? Haven

Surname? Lemos

Middle names? Benita

Nicknames? Havey, Honey (only Beck)

Date of birth? October 8

Age? 28

PHYSICAL / APPEARANCE

Height? 5’8

Weight? 145

Build? slim

Hair colour? Light brown

Hair style? Loose and straight

Eye colour? green

Eye Shape? almond

Glasses or contact lenses? glasses

Distinguishing facial features? Eyes

Which facial feature is most prominent? lips

Which bodily feature is most prominent? skin

Other distinguishing features?

Skin? tan

Hands? petite

Make up? always

Scars? On her hands from failed experiments

Birthmarks? A brown patch shaped like a butterfly

Tattoos? no

Physical handicaps? no

Type of clothes? The latest fashions

How do they wear their clothes? Usually tight and out of the way

What are their feet like? Average

Race / Ethnicity? Cuban/Spanish

Mannerisms? She talks with her hands and get louder the more excited or angry she is

Are they in good health? yes

Do they have any disabilities? no

PERSONALITY

What words or phrases do they overuse? Carajo, dammit,

Do they have a catchphrase? no

Are they more optimistic or pessimistic? realistic

Are they introverted or extroverted? introverted

What bad habits do they have? Forgetting to eat and not sleeping enough

What makes them laugh out loud? The silliest things

How do they display affection? A gentle touch and kind words

Mental handicaps? No

How do they want to be seen by others? innovative

How do they see themselves? Trying her best

How are they seen by others? Kind, intelligent and motivated

Strongest character trait? determined

Weakest character trait? self-critical

How competitive are they? Not really

Do they make snap judgements or take time to consider? Time to consider

How do they react to praise? well

How do they react to criticism? She takes it in because she wants to do better

What is their greatest fear? To never accomplish her goal

What are their biggest secrets? She’s terrified most of the time that something will fail and there will be no coming back from it

What is their philosophy of life? Enjoy it while it’s here

When was the last time they cried? Last tuesday because of an animal documentary

What haunts them? ...Tadashi’s death

What are their political views? none

What will they stand up for? The people who can’t stand up for themselves

Who do they quote? Einstein, Tesla,

Are they indoorsy or outdoorsy? indoorsy

What is their sinful little habit? Uh, hmm, men? And chocolate.

What sense do they most rely on? Smell, usually the experiment smells before it blows up

How do they treat people better than them? The same

How do they treat people worse than them? The same

What quality do they most value in a friend? Honesty.

What do they consider an overrated virtue? Courage. Bravery leads to stupid mistakes.

If they could change one thing about themselves, what would it be? She wouldn’t change anything

What is their obsession? chemistry

What are their pet peeves? When people don’t listen to other and act like they’re better

FRIENDS AND FAMILY

Is their family big or small? Who does it consist of? Big, parents and siblings and family in Cuba

What is their perception of family? She loves her family. She thinks family is the love no one else can give you.

Do they have siblings? Older or younger? She’s the eldest, a younger brother and sister

Describe their best friend. Fred Fredrickson. He’s an outgoing, creative guy who is always there for her.

Ideal best friend? Someone who balances her out.

Do they have any pets? No

Who are their natural allies? Fred, Reagan, Emily, Penny

Who are their surprising allies? Beckham Teague

PAST AND FUTURE

What was your character like as a baby? As a child? She was a bright bubbly baby that learned to walk and talk quickly. An inquisitive child that drove her parents crazy with a million questions.

Did they grow up rich or poor? Poor

Did they grow up nurtured or neglected? nurtured

What is their greatest achievement? Getting into college without debt but her PH.D is killing her financially

What was their first kiss like? A mess, she had braces, he was chewing gum.

What is the worst thing they did to someone they loved? Not tell them she loved them.

What are their ambitions? To change the world and be able to make it a better place through science

What advice would they give their younger self? To take more risks.

What smells remind them of their childhood? Roses because her mother would grow them in their garden.

What was their childhood ambition? To be a scientist

What is their best childhood memory? Cooking with her mom and siblings

What is their worst childhood memory? Being made fun of because she was taller than everyone else.

Did they have an imaginary childhood friend? no

LOVE

Do they believe in love at first sight? nope.

Are they in a relationship? …..nope.

How do they behave in a relationship? She’s completely loving and attentive. She cooks for them and spends time with them.

When did you character last have sex? Ask Beck.

What sort of sex do they have? The sexy kind?

Has your character ever been in love? yes

Have they ever had their heart broken? yes

CONFLICT

How do they respond to a threat? She’s very logical

Are they most likely to fight with their fists or their tongue? Tongue, she’ll tear you to shreds with her words.

What is your character’s kryptonite? Someone who needs to be saved

If your character could only save one thing from their burning house, what would it be? Her journal with her notes

How do they perceive strangers? She’s very trusting but not naive.

What do they love to hate? Bad fashion

What are their phobias? She’s afraid of chickens because she got chased by one when she was a kid

What is their choice of weapon? Science

What living person do they most despise?

Have they ever been bullied or teased? She was constantly teased for her height.

Where do they go when they’re angry? She yells. A lot. Sometimes in Spanish and sometimes she just screams.

Who are their enemies and why? None…yet!

WORK, EDUCATION AND HOBBIES

What is their current job? She’s an underpaid intern at PymLabs

What do they think about their current job? It’s fascinating.

What are some of their past jobs? Waitress, daycare teacher

What are their hobbies? Reading, singing and cooking

Educational background? Currently working on her PH. D

Intelligence level? Genius

Do they have any specialist training? She’s trained in handling lab safety and CPR/First Aid certified.

Do they have a natural talent for something? She’s a good singer

Do they play a sport? Are they any good? She played basketball but hated it.

What is their socioeconomic status?

FAVORITES

What is their favorite animal? Tiger

Which animal do they dislike the most? Snakes

What place would they most like to visit? Japan

What is the most beautiful thing they’ve ever seen? Sunset in Cuba

What is their favorite song? No te pido flores by Fanny Lu

Music, art, reading preferred? Reading

What is their favorite color? Yellow

Favorite food: rice

What is their favorite work of art? Irises by Van Gogh

Who is their favorite artist? Banksy

What is their favorite day of the week? Tuesday

POSSESSIONS

What is in their fridge? Fresh vegetables, juice, milk and someone else’s beer

What is on their bedside table? Book, post it notes and pens

What is in their car? Doesn’t have one

What is in their bin? Trash? Probably lots of paper

What is in their purse or wallet? Lipsticks, bandaids, hair ties, candy

What is in their pockets? Paper clips, hair clips

What is their most treasured possession? Her teddy bear that her grandma made her, Raul.

SPIRITUALITY

Who or what is your character’s guardian angel?

Do they believe in the afterlife? That there will be something

What are their religious views? She believes in God but no religion

What do they think heaven is? A place where one feels loved

What do they think hell is?

Are they superstitious? Nope.

What would they like to be reincarnated as? Bird.

How would they like to die? In her sleep at old age

What is your character’s spirit animal?

What is their zodiac sign? Libra

VALUES

What do they think is the worst thing that can be done to a person? Other than being unsliced, lied to.

What is their view of ‘freedom’? It’s not easy

When did they last lie?

What’s their view of lying? She hates it.

When did they last make a promise? She promised Hiro she wouldn’t cry

Did they keep or break their last promise? She broke it.

DAILY LIFE

What are their eating habits? She either eats really healthy or not at all because she forgets

Do they have any allergies? She’s allergic to shellfish

Describe their home. Neat and tidy for the most part, utter chaos if she loses something

Are they minimalist or a clutter hoarder? Minimalist

What do they do first thing on a weekday morning? Yoga, because she’s better than me

What do they do on a Sunday afternoon? Enjoy reading a book with some cafe con leche because that’s what I do.

What do they do on a Friday night? Usually hang out with someone

What is the soft drink of choice? Sprite

What is their alcoholic drink of choice? Wine

MISCELLANEOUS

What or who would your character dress up as for Halloween? She’d dress up as sailor moon

Are they comfortable with technology? Extremely

If they could save one person, who would it be? She couldn’t choose

If they could call one person for help, who would it be? Beckham

What is their greatest extravagance? Her louboutins

What is their greatest regret? Not telling Tadashi she loved him

What is their perception of redemption? Understanding what was wrong and making amends

What would they do if they won the lottery? Buy her family a house and pay for her PH.D and open her own lab

What is their favourite fairytale? Doesn’t have one

What fairytale do they hate? Hansel and Gretel

Do they believe in happy endings? Yes, but you have to make them happen.

What is their idea of perfect happiness? Having accomplished all her goals alongside her family, the one she has and one she would make.

What would they ask a fortune teller? Nothing

If your character could travel through time, where would they go? She’d stop Tadashi.

What sport do they excel at? None

What sport do they suck at? All of them

If they could have a superpower, what would they choose? She’d choose magic but she’d never admit it.

[morallygreyprompts]

Concept #75 Write Up

Concept #75

Here you go, guys, enjoy!

Hero shouldered the small bag on their back, containing enough essentials for them to stay at the old military base for a few days. This place had been built for war, but the conflict had finished before the building could be fully used. There was no use for the building, so it was left alone. Hero hoped it would make as good a base for them as they hoped. Most people didn’t even know it was there.

Hero spent hours examining the place, visualising it. A lot of it was underground and it was structurally solid. It was mostly built, save for furniture and that there was no gas, electric, or water supply but Hero could fix that.

As the sunset approached, Hero found a spot to settle for the night. They ate their supper by the light of a battery-powered lamp, read for a while and finally decided to sleep.

It was late at night when they felt something nudge their hand. To a small click and the bright glare of the white LED lamp. Thief was standing over them, holding their wrists in a slipknot loop and pulling tight.

“Shit!” hero tried to fight them off, to get their hands free in time but Thief pinned them down.

“Oh no, you don’t,” Thief grunted as they tied their hands together. They tied Hero’s hands above their head, to a nearby pipe, a thick one that they couldn’t break. Next they tied their legs together, although Hero did manage to land a kick in their face. Thief hissed and worked faster, typing the ropes tighter, to the point of it being painful. They were stuck.

“Sorry dearie, this is my spot.” “Mine once your arrested,” Hero hissed. Thief grinned and crouched down beside them “And… how are you going to do that right now exactly?”

Thief sat down by them and helped themselves to Hero’s remaining food, which was meant to be breakfast.

“Hey!” Hero exclaimed. “Greedy pig!” “Nah, I need the energy. I’m going to have to have a long think about what I’m going to do with you. Can’t let you go or you’ll blab and apparently, it’s frowned upon to kill people. Hm…” 

Thief left for a moment before they came back with manacles. They carefully tied Hero’s hands behind their back with them, and a rope around their arms kept them sat up and secure. Thief gagged them and yawned. “Get comfortable, I’m not known for rash decisions. Goodnight.”

Hero screamed after them, but it was no use. No, this place definitely was not safe.

Hero was kept for another two days. Thief had the decency to keep them fed, watered, and warm, but that didn’t make things much easier for them. They were trapped until Thief made up their mind about what to do.

But finally, Thief walked in with a grin. They’d made a decision.

“Alright, I have a deal,” Thief said, tugging Hero’s gag out of their mouth. Hero coughed. “A... deal?” “Yup. You and me, we don’t usually have much trouble between us, right?” “That’s... true, I’ve more important people to chase,” Hero murmured.

“Great! So, I’m willing to go against my nature and share the place. I let you live in a really good spot and help you do the place up, and you don’t arrest me. We keep to ourselves and everything is good, right?”

Hero thought hard for a minute. They hadn’t been entirely sure what decision to expect from Thief, but this hadn’t been it. “And you won’t like, turn on me or anything once I do all the work?” Hero raised an eyebrow.

“Nope, just like you I just want a place to hide. Is that so bad?” Thief grinned. They offered them a drink, which Hero accepted. Hero did need a place, and if, if, Thief was able to keep their word, then… That sounded manageable? Thief wasn’t all that bad, aside from stealing everything they could and the occasional… kidnapping. 

Hero rolled their eyes when Thief moved the water away. “Deal, but if I bump into you and people are around I will have to chase after you.”

“That’s understandable.” Thief finally released them.

Hero fell forward, rubbing their wrists in pain. “Go back on your word,” Hero growled, “And I’ll tie you to that pole with a pink bow around your neck for the police to come and pick up… after a day or two.”

“Oof,” Thief grinned, “Well I’d best be on my best behaviour then.” they extended a hand to shake. Hero accepted it.

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[thechosenburrito]

Intro to Love: 1.4-Thanks for Ghosting Me

Word Count: 1,581

Description:

Xochi and Carson are on their way to study when they’re rudely interrupted.

Author’s Note:

Almost done with Chapter 1!  Maybe I’ll be done tonight!

Previous Chapter: 1.3-I Can See Right Through You

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It's hard to sleep when you feel like shit.  That's why I only slept for 30 minutes after my little episode the night before.  The clock read 7 o'clock which came as a shock to me as I usually only see it followed by a "pm".  I stayed in bed for a couple of hours, scrolling through an endless stream of nothing on my phone.

My stomach growled out of nowhere.  I smiled a bit when it wasn't immediately followed by nausea.  I got up and pulled a cold slice of pizza from the fridge.  I was able to finish a small slice and figured I could use this time to take an extra-long shower.

It was nice to shower some of the sadness away.   But, when I got out, my eyes were still puffy and had dark circles under them.  This wasn't unusual for a college student.  However, I generally try to present myself as someone who didn't have a mental breakdown the night before.  I dried my hair in front of the mirror in my room.  Drying my thick dark hair required using my blow-dryer on the maximum setting, which isn't optimal for dorms with paper walls.  My true hair revealed itself.  It was wavy in strange places and I had a sort of cowlick in the front.  I plugged in a flat iron to tame the crazy mess.  

I touched the dark bags under my eyes.  I considered putting concealer over them, then on the red marks on the side of my nose, and maybe followed by the weird freckle on my right cheek.  At that point, I didn't really feel like doing make-up anymore.  I looked closely at my eyebrows.  A bit over-grown, but thick brows were in.  I think? Oh well.  I toweled off and pulled on a tank top and hoodie ( Of course with proper supportive garments underneath).  I pulled on a pair of jeans and slipped on my black canvas sneakers.  The iron was finally hot enough and I got to work on my hair.  I've done this a million times, which made it the perfect time to let all my stupid thoughts out.

What if they made really tiny curling irons for eyelashes?  Actually, I don't want that THAT close to my vulnerable eyeball.

Am I strong enough to stand on the tips of my toes in these shoes?

Of course, I put the iron down and tried it out.

"Ow."

Not yet.  Next time for sure.

Should I become a beanie person?  Are beanies secretly my thing?

I pressed my hair to my head and imagined a beanie there.

Nope.  My head is a weird shape.  Guess I can't go bald either.

I finished up my hair and unplugged the iron.  I still had a couple of hours to kill and an orange soda from the vending machine down the hall was calling my name. I grabbed my room keys and wallet and headed down the hallway.  I passed a few early risers on the way.  Do people actually wake up this early? For fun?  I kept scrolling through my phone to avoid eye contact.  I wasn't really feeling the whole 'interaction' thing.  At some point, I realized I was scrolling and not even looking at anything.  Not my best moment.  A sponsored post caught my eye and made me audibly groan.

God, another ad for a Team StrikeForce! (TM).

"Even Superheroes need clean teeth!  Use StrikeForce SuperClean Toothpaste to fight back against plaque!"

StrikeForce was essentially a government-backed superhero team.  They purposely sought out conventionally attractive people with the most vanilla powers ever to represent the "ideal striker".  And they made sure to throw in some token minorities.  You had a strong girl, a flying man, someone that blasted fire from their hands,  and some other generic power. Speed maybe?  Telekinesis?  I did my best to avoid any media with them in it. They were essentially glorified cops who spouted government-approved messages like "It's cool to protect your chip from harm so keep yourself and others safe!  " and "Remember: Public use of powers is against the law!  Only teams like StrikeForce are allowed so everyone can be safe!". Right after the lightning storm, they actually did some important things like stopping individuals who abused their powers.  But, once people realized they could get away with more crimes by keeping on the down-low,  the StrikeForce lost their bite and became the government puppets on kids' backpacks we all knew and loved.

I sighed a bit.  Being critical was too tiring.  I quickly realized that I was going to crash. I didn't expect my sleep debt to catch up to me so quickly. I started getting everything to make coffee but hesitated at the thought of drinking something caffeinated after last night.  

I'll make a cup of tea first.  That'll cancel out the caffeine.

Yes, that's exactly how biology works.

I put on water to heat up and chugged an iced coffee from the fridge while it brewed.  Chasing ice cold coffee with nearly-boiling tea made my insides feel like an absolute mess of clashing temperatures.  

Phone buzzed.

(C) I forgot there's a staff meeting in the study room today.  Wanna go to the library instead?

I paused a moment before replying.

(X) Yeah that works.  I'm good to leave whenever you are

(C) Cool, I'll be downstairs in 5

(X) ok see you then

I threw all my supplies in my backpack, grabbed my keys, and started making my way to the dorm lobby.

I saw Carson chatting with someone at the front desk and laughing.  I'd seen the guy at the front desk a million times and barely made eye contact, except the time I got locked out of my room and was forced to talk to him.

I slowed down my pace and stared at my phone as if I didn't notice before taking a breath and walking up to him.

I struggled to plaster on a normal-looking smile.

"Hey! Ready to get going?" I asked, too cheerily.

"Yeah, just-"

A phone alert when off on all three of our phones.

"MISSING: 20 YR OLD FEMALE, 150 LBS., 5'6", STRIKER, LAST SEEN IN PURPLE SWEATER ON JUAREZ ST 9 AM. SEE LOCAL MEDIA."

My breath caught in my throat.

"Oh no.." I whispered.

"Wow," said Carson. "Juarez Street isn't even that far from here.  Do you think she was a student?"

I shrugged.  The guy at the desks scoffed.

"How do I turn these off? I hate the sound of those dumb ass alerts going off all the time," he said in a huff.

It was Carson's turn to shrug.  He pulled on this backpack.

"Ok, we should get going.  Let's be careful though.  We don't wanna get snatched up!" he said with a laugh.

I smiled and we headed out the door.  We walked for a bit in awkward silence before Carson casually broke it.

"So why did they have to put that the girl was a Striker? Doesn't exactly help identify her," he asked.

"Probably to make sure no one ever looks for her,"  I sighed.

"Really?" he responded innocently.

"Uh no. Ha, not really. I was just making a joke about how people don't tend to like Strikers," I tried to keep from stumbling over my words. "A lot of the time, when they find..uh...a body... they check to see if they're a Striker to help identify them."

We stopped at an intersection.  I decided to let Carson cross first, thinking they wouldn't try to hit me if they saw him first, even though there was only one car quite a bit away.

"Oh yeah.  That actually makes sense since they have..." he rubbed his shoulder "..those chip things.  Do you think it hurts?"

"I don't..." I heard the sound of a car speeding up.  I turned only to be met with the unmarked marked white van only 10 feet away from us.

I didn't have time to scream.  I lunged at Carson, praying that I'd grab onto him in time.  As soon as I got my hands on him, I did my best to think permeable thoughts.  

I watched the bumper pass right through us.  For a split second, I could see into the interior of the van.  The driver was wearing a bandana over his face and sunglasses, but even with both of those, you could tell he was sure that he turned me to roadkill.  I caught a brief glimpse of the back of the van.  I could make out a dark hunched figure and maybe some rope, but it was all going too fast.

We both hit the ground hard.  I was pretty grateful that I landed on a person and not the asphalt.  I rolled off him and tried to catch the breath that got knocked out of me.   It immediately occurred to me that we were both still in street, and I started helping Carson onto the curb.  His arms had some scrapes on his arms and a couple of holes in his T-Shirt, but otherwise, he didn't look too bad.  We collapsed onto the curb.

"Holy shit.  We got lucky." I managed between breaths.

I turned to him, but his face wore an expression of shock rather than relief.

"No.  That was beyond luck.  We should be dead." he said darkly.

He turned to look at me so quickly, I shot right up.

"How did you do that?"

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Next Chapter: 1.5-The Good, The Bad, and The Unmasked

a/n:

I can’t think of anything clever to put here but you should totally send me asks and stuff

[dolphin-enthusiast]

So we had cockroaches, spiders, but know let’s think bigger: La Squadra with a T H I C C/H U G E grasshopper hopping at them

Superb request my dear grey faced sunglasses wearing being😳😳

Risotto:

- At first isn’t bothered by it but the second it actually starts REALLY approaching him he fucking bolts up from his seat and zooms into the opposite direction without another sound/word.

- He isn’t scared of insects (not even spiders) per se, but the sight of that thique grasshopper violently charging at him kinda intimidates him and Y E S he is aware that he’s like 100000 times bigger than the poor insect. That still doesn’t change the fact that the sight was absolutely anxiety inducing. He’s only lucky the others weren’t around or else he would have been clowned for d a y s.

Melone:

- Fucking SCREECHES the second he spots it then runs away while still screaming like a maniac. The sight of him just flailing his arms around while screaming bloody murder as a big ass grasshopper is chasing him around would be absolutely p r i c e l e s s.

- Insert the other members filming him here as he’s almost crying like a little baby. He has no idea why but grasshoppers absolutely terrify him and when they are also HUGE on top of that it only gets worse. He certainly won’t be sleeping soundly at night.

Formaggio:

- Much like his fellow crackhead bestie Melone, he too goes into fight or flight mode the second he spots the h u g e insect hopping towards him. All that he wanted was to have a nice relaxing day out alas he is currently running for his life, all because of a thique fucking grasshopper.

- Eventually finds the others and desperately asks them to help him and when he takes them to the place in which he “almost go assasinated” all that the gang can do is facepalm once they discover the source of his distress. 

- Even if SOME of them are lowkey afraid of the grasshopper, they still help poor Formaggio out. Most likely either Prosciutto or Risotto managed to lure the thique grasshopper out as the others were trembling in sheer fear, unable to do jack shit.

Ghiaccio:

- Is WAY more freaked out than he’d like to admit but he still tries (emphasis on “tries”) keeping his calm. And he relatively manages to do so until he fails to get rid of the insect and is sent into fight or flight mode.

- Desperately tries getting out his stand in order to freeze the insect so he can run the fuck away only to keep missing it, causing the man to go into one of his usual rage fits. Is the thique grasshopper THAT skilled in the art of dodging or is he simply too scared?

- Turns out it’s a mixture of both and so at some point Ghia just says fuck it and uses the secret Joestar technique. After he manages to get the hell out of the grasshopper’s range everyone can see just how agitated he is, and yet they shrug it off because when is Ghiaccio not agitated really?

Illuso:

- Actually manages to keep his calm, like REALLY keep his calm as he gets up from his seat and quickly dashes away so the grasshopper doesn’t jump on him or something.

- Certain insects just manage to induce him anxiety and grasshoppers are one of those. Why? He has no idea. All that he knows is that he ran away the instant he spotted the cursed insect and much to his dismay the others saw it too. Poor man got clowned by Melone and Formaggio for days afterwards.

Prosciutto:

- Probably the one that handles it the best out of them all. When he first spots the insect angrily hopping towards him his eyes widen almost comically but he keeps his cool and doesn’t let out any sounds.

- Grabs a newspaper and carefully gets up then gets into a ninja-ish pose as he waits for the grasshopper to come closer. If it wants to fight then that’s exactly what Prosci will do.

- And in that moment the rest of the squad arrives only to find Prosciutto having a mexican standoff with a fucking grasshopper. Prosciutto doesn’t say a word and it’s almost as if he pays them no mind while he steps away from the grasshopper and tries wacking it with the newspaper only to miss every single fucking time. This is definitely going on Melone and Formaggio’s Instagram accounts, be sure of it.

Pesci:

- If you thought Melone and Formaggio were horrible at handling this then just wait till you see our boi Pesci right here. The second he looks to the side and sees the G I A N T insect charging at him he’s literally on the brink of tears.

- Immediately runs away while screaming for his brother, making the rest of the gang eye him with a mix of suspicion and worry. Like me mans completely forgets that he has a stand or anything like that, he just goes into panic mode and y e e t s away. Needless to say, Prosciutto scolded him for noping out so easily after he got rid of the insect for Pesci with an exasperated groan.

[kohanayaki]

Caught in the Middle (Steve Harrington x Reader x Billy Hargrove) Ch 5

Links: Ch 1   Ch 2   Ch 3  Ch 4  Ch 5  Ch 6   Ch 7

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Ch 5 .:Not According to Plan:.

The next day you found yourselves outside the Hawkins community pool after the kids, aside from Max, begged you to drive them there. 

“You're lucky I'm taking you anywhere after you spied on me,” you said, hands on your hips. 

“I wouldn't exactly call it 'spying',” Lucas said.

“You were staring at us from the bushes,” you deadpanned.

“Fair enough,” Dustin said. 

“Listen, I don't know what you guys thought that was, but Steve and I were just hanging out and I don't want to hear you guys spreading rumors around, okay?” you sighed. 

“Sorry, (Y/n),” Will said. 

“It's alright,” you said, “Just don't go sneaking around in the fake plants at the mall again, someone might call Hopper.” 

Everyone got their swimsuits from the trunk and ran to the changing rooms, eager to jump in the pool and cool off a bit. 

You locked up your car, tying your swimsuit cover around your waist. You were lucky this place had life guards, at least; you wouldn't have to keep track of everyone all the time. As you looked up to the guard seat, however, you began to think maybe you weren't so lucky.

“You've got to be kidding me,” you said to yourself. Now you understood why Max was less than enthusiastic to come here. 

“Of course you would work here,” you said, walking up to Billy. 

“Just couldn't get enough of me, hm?” He grinned, stepping down from his perch.

“Don't flatter yourself, hotshot,” you said, elbowing him in the ribs.

The razor sharp glares you were receiving from the middle aged women around you were kind of hard to ignore. Moms everywhere were wishing you would drown as Billy's attention shifted solely to you.

“I see you're popular with the PTSA,” you said, leaning back against the ladder. 

“You could say that,” Billy chuckled, “I don't mind. Boss gives me extra shifts because I bring in more customers.”

“I wonder why,” you said, rolling your eyes, “Have you ever considered putting on a shirt?”

“People seem to like me better without one,” Billy said, eyeing you. 

Your throat suddenly felt dry as his eyes traveled down your body, leaving shivers in their wake. You bit your lip, trying to clear your mind, an action that Billy's eyes followed. You took a small step back, and the energy seemed to disperse. 

'Don't fucking do this,' you thought to yourself, 'You know how he is, you're just gonna get your heart broken again.'

Billy seemed to sense the shift in the air too, clearing his throat a bit.

“Where's your boyfriend?” he asked as a joke, but you could have sworn his tone turned a little bitter despite the unwavering kilowatt smile on his face.

“Boyfriend?” your eyebrows shot up as you looked at him.

“King Steve,” he said, making air quotations with his hands.

You felt a hot blush creep onto your cheeks, hoping you could pass it off and blame it on the sun. 

“He’s not my boyfriend,” you said.

Billy scoffed at that.

“Come on, with the way he looks at you? I bet he wishes he was.” 

“And you don’t?” you smirked.

Billy looked at you, surprised, before chuckling and letting out a low whistle.

“Bold today, aren’t we?” he said, leaning against the life guard post and giving you a full view of his chiseled chest, “I must be rubbing off on you.” 

“Yeah, well you’re a terrible influence,” You laughed. 

While you and Billy talked Max looked over to you guys, watching. A small crease formed in her brow as she saw Billy smile at you, his laugh ringing out through the pool. How long had it been since she saw him smile? Really smile. She couldn't recall any time in the last few years. Maybe in California when they were younger? As Max watched you she couldn't help but think this was the calmest she'd seen her stepbrother in a long, long time. 

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As soon as you got home you shrugged off your jacket and jumped onto your bed, sighing as you sank into the plush mattress. It had been an exhausting day making sure the kids didn't get themselves killed. After the pool you drove them to get something to eat, the group just as loud and rowdy as usual. You were lucky the restaurant owner didn't kick you out. 

You reached over the mattress, flipping through the vinyls next to your bed. You smiled as you looked over your collection- Prince, Guns N' Roses, Bowie, Van Halen, Bon Jovi, Def Leppard, and anything else you could think of. You grinned as you picked one out, setting it carefully down on your record player. You leaned back as Ride the Lightning started playing, closing your eyes to focus on the guitar riffs. 

Music was your happy place, pretty much everyone who knew you knew that. Every year for your birthday you'd get a new record from your brother, and some of your favorite memories from when you were younger were at the concerts your dad took you too. Music was always something that got you through tough times.

You were pulled out of your thoughts fairly abruptly as you heard pounding against your window. You pulled the needle off your record player as you turned to face the wall, covered mostly by your curtains. At first you thought it was just the nearby branches scraping against the glass, but fear crept up your spine as your window began to slowly slide open, the night breeze coming into your room. You wanted to scream, and you knew you should, but no sound came out of your mouth. Your only instinct was to reach for the switch blade in your bedside drawer, your hands shaking.

In the darkness a figure emerged from the window frame, one leg coming into your room followed by the other, and you froze as it revealed itself as. . .

“Are you fucking kidding me?!” 

Billy jumped at your sudden outburst, covering his ears. 

“You scared the shit out of me,” his eyes widened as he saw the knife in your hand, “Hey, put that down, would you?”

“I scared the shit out of you?” you said incredulously, “You're the one who just broke into my house!”

“Hey, quiet down, aren't your parents sleeping?”

You turned to him with a look that could cut glass.

“First of all, this is my house, Hargrove, so don't tell me to quiet down. Second, my dad's working late tonight and my brother can sleep through Armageddon like a log, so don't you worry about it.”

Billy just stared at you, not saying anything. 

“What?” you seethed, practically feeling your blood vessels about to pop.

“Nothing, you're just hot when you're mad.”

“I can't fucking believe this,” you groaned. He laughed at your reaction. You closed your bedroom door with a huff and turned to Billy, less than impressed.

“How the hell did you even find my house?” you asked irritably.   

“You can hear the music from the other side of town,” he said with a smirk, “There's not a lot of other people who listen to Metallica around here, you know.”

“And you just assumed it was me?” you scoffed, “Seriously, this house could've belonged to some middle aged dad with a gun for all you knew.”

“Well then this conversation would be very different,” he chuckled, making himself at home and sitting on your bed.

You huffed at his antics, taking a seat at your vanity chair. 

“Nice room,” he said, looking around.

“Thanks,” you said, still weirded out at this whole situation. You were alone in your room with Billy Hargrove- This was a recipe for a world of relapsing bad choices. As he admired your room you couldn't help but notice how normal he acted after literally breaking and entering. You couldn't even imagine the number of window locks he'd picked for a quick hook up, and you swallowed hard as you mentally prepared yourself to kick his ass out the second floor where he came from if he tried anything. 

Billy's eyes scanned over the posters on your wall, most of them were musicians or your favorite horror movies. There was also a bulletin board by your desk plastered with tickets from various concerts. He rose a brow as he spotted something in the corner of your room.

“You play?” he asked, walking over to your electric guitar. 

“Yeah,” you said, “I'm not as good as my brother, he's in an actual band and shit, but my mom taught me.”

You reclaimed your seat on your own bed as he slipped the strap over his head and started playing softly. Without the amp hooked up you could just barely hear the notes as his fingers moved across the fret board. 

'Damn it, (Y/n), don't think about how hot he looks playing that,' you said to yourself. 

As he played Billy noticed a few marks on the body of the guitar and he turned it on its side to get a better look. His eyes widened as he saw it was an autograph. The writing was scrawled out in a mess of stylized letters, but the name was unmistakable.

“Mick Mars?” he said, sitting back on your bed and turning to you, “How the hell did you get him to sign this?”

“My dad grew up in LA,” you said, “Mars was with the guys opening for my dad's band at the time. When Crue made it big they met up when they were touring in New York and my dad had him sign his guitar. He kept it all this time and gave it to me when I turned sixteen.”

“That's fucking awesome,” Billy said, an excited twinkle in his eyes, “I got to see the first show they ever did at the Starwood.”

“No way,” you said, “They let you in?”

“Nope,” he grinned, “A friend sneaked me inside. It was fucking crazy. Tommy's kit practically fell apart before they even started and before I knew it there was an all out fist fight. Sixx jumped off the stage and slammed his bass into this guy's neck and security had to break it up. But they kicked ass once they got started. I remember when I was leaving the bouncer caught me because I was clearly under eighteen and he chased me down the street.”

“That is crazy,” you laughed, him joining you. Silence took over you two momentarily, but it was a comfortable silence. You looked over to him, your fingers playing with the hem of your shirt as you spoke.

“Do you miss it?” you asked quietly.

“What?” he asked.

“California,” you said, “I've only ever been once when we took a road trip to Disneyland, but I know that's not all there is to it. What was it like?”

You sort of regretted asking when you saw the far off look in his eyes, but it disappeared as soon as it came.

“Better than this shit hole,” he said, “I miss the beach, I guess.”

“Do you surf or something?” you asked. 

“Yeah,” he said, kind of surprised, “How'd you know?”

“The hair,” you joked. 

He scoffed, but the smile on his face defied his action of trying to shove you off the bed. 

“Hey, this is my property,” you said, swatting his arms away, “If anyone's getting thrown off it's you.”

As much as you didn't want to admit it, you were actually enjoying the company of Hawkin's biggest asshole. 

As your mock wrestling match died down the room slowly began to fill with the same energy you had felt at the pool, and from the way Billy was looking at you he could feel it too. You couldn't believe he hadn't tried anything yet; he had you alone in your bedroom and your dad wasn't home. You figured he'd make a pass at you right away, but his actions so far really did seem like he just wanted to talk to you tonight. 

You pretended not be be disappointed that he hadn't, and you also pretended not to notice the way his eyes drifted down to your lips. You were a mere few centimeters away from each other now, some invisible force pulling you closer together.

To your surprise it was Billy who pulled away, clearing his throat. 

“Listen, I should bounce,” he said, getting up from your bed and leaving you shocked, “I'll bother you more tomorrow at school, yeah?” 

You stared at his back as he went to open the window again, your head spinning. As loud as the voice of caution in your head was, there was something about this situation and this stupid asshole in front of you that made you say ‘fuck it.’

Before he got his legs through the window frame you turned him around by his shoulders and pulled him into a heated kiss. It was as if all the tension between you two that had been building since you first spoke had just been acknowledged, and damn if it didn't feel good.

As you pulled away, the possibility of that whole exit act being a ploy to get you to make the first move crossed your mind, but the Californian was visibly surprised. 

For the first time in his life Billy Hargrove was speechless.

Well, almost. 

“I thought you said 'no thanks,'” he chuckled breathlessly.

“Shut the hell up before I change my mind,” you said, pulling him back in for another kiss by the collar of his leather jacket. 

Things heated up quickly, but it always seemed like that when it came to Billy Hargrove. He shrugged his jacket off with ease, not breaking your kiss. You bit his lower lip slightly and he let out a low growl, his fingers pulling you forward by your belt. Your arms snaked around his neck as you deepened the kiss, and his hands wandered down to your waist. 

You started unbuttoning the remaining half of his shirt and he seemed hesitant for a moment before sliding it off his shoulders. 

Maybe you wouldn't notice.

You froze as his chest was fully exposed to you. Even in the dark you could see the angry bruises that littered his torso. He winced as you ran your hand over them gently, and you pulled your hand away. 

“Billy-”

“It's fine,” he said quickly.

“It's clearly not fine,” you countered.

“Well it's none of your business,” he said, his voice wavering.

There was no real threat behind his words, if anything it sounded like a cry for help, and your chest tightened. A thought crossed your mind just then: why was Billy out of the house on the wrong side of town in the first place? There were no parties happening tonight, and it wasn't as if there were clubs in Hawkins. He left his house for a reason.

“Did your dad do this?” you asked quietly. 

His head snapped up to look at you, and for a moment you were scared of what you saw in his eyes.

“I'm sorry,” you said, “When I dropped Max off that one day I heard him yelling and. . . I don't know, I shouldn't have-”

You were cut off sharply by Billy's lips crashing into yours, his actions hungry and more forceful than before. He pulled back just enough to look into your eyes, his hot breath fanning across your neck.

“You fucking tell anyone about this-”

“I won't,” you said, chest heaving, your hands gripping onto his bare shoulders, “I wouldn't do that to you.” Your heart was pounding out of your chest as you chose your next words carefully. You didn't realize until now just how broken he was. 

“It's gonna be okay.”

He swallowed hard at your words, gritting his teeth. You tried to steady your shaking hands as you cupped his cheeks, kissing him softly. He kissed you back like a man starved. His grip on you was like a vice, as if he was afraid you would disappear at any moment. His hands weaved through your hair as you moved to straddle his hips, pressing your foreheads together.

“God, you're fucking killing me,” he groaned.

Your breath caught in the back of your throat as his lips latched onto your neck, feeling heat start to pool in your stomach. 

“Are you sure about this?” he asked. 

“Don't pretend to be a gentleman all of a sudden, Hargrove,” you smirked.

Just before you could pull him back in, you heard the sound of your front door closing and you both froze.

“Shit,” you said in unison. 

You scrambled off him hurriedly, hearing the stairs creak as the footsteps got louder. Billy didn't bother with his shirt, slinging his jacket on before practically diving out the window and pressing his body against the outside wall so he couldn't be seen.

You rushed under the covers just as your door creaked open.

“You still awake in here?” your dad asked.

“Well now I am,” you groaned, pretending to rub the sleep from your eyes.

“Sorry, kiddo,” your dad laughed, “Just making sure you didn't die.”

“Goodnight, dad,” you said, smiling as you rolled your eyes.

“Goodnight,” he smiled back, shutting the door gently. 

When you heard the door to his office shut you heaved an audible sigh of relief.

“That was fucking close,” Billy said, poking his head in through the window.

“I know,” you said.

“Well, that's one way to kill the mood,” he sighed, running a hand through his hair.

“Sorry,” you said, “He's not going to sleep for a good few hours, so. . .”

His hand lifted your chin up and you saw that stupid shit eating grin of his plastered onto his face. 

“Don't worry, I'm sure we can pick up where we left off real soon,” he said, planting one more kiss on your lips. “Don’t miss me too much, princess.” 

And with that, he slid down the roof of your house, hanging off the edge for a moment before dropping down and landing perfectly on his feet. 

He shot you a smirk over his shoulder as he hopped into his Camaro, tossing his shirt onto the passenger seat. You fell back onto your bed as the roar of his engine grew quieter and quieter until only the sound of the wind and the cicadas could be heard. 

Your heart was still beating stupidly fast, and you couldn't help the giddy, breathless chuckle that left you. You just did the exact thing you promised yourself you'd never do again. Things certainly didn’t go according to plan, but it felt so good that you didn't even care. 

As sleep slowly claimed you the last thing you saw was the hungry look Billy gave you, the feeling of his lips still lingering on yours. 

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[celawrites]

Day 37

It’s 12am and my phone is buzzing and I cannot sleep. What the fuck is going on.

You have 20 new notifications

I click open our class chat first, and to my surprise, it’s all birthday messages.

Clown: Did you guys actually have to type me a whole essay? Thank you tho <3

Pebble: A well written essay!

Sam: Time well spent

My phone vibrates and I’m invited to a call from a handful of friends.

Joining Your Neighborhood Pizza delivery service’s call…

“It’s 12am let me sleep”

“Are you not happy that we’re wishing you happy birthday at 12am?”

“I am, it’s just I’m also exhausted for no reason”

“You’re going out for a McDonalds run right?”

“Yeah. You guys woke me up halfway through”

“Sorry”

“I’m sorry it’s 12am and I really wanna know who’s in this call right now”

“Ah! It would be Estelle, Beanie, Min, “

“Your son”

“Mint”

“Sun”

“What the fuck are you guys doing awake?”

“Admiring the stars”

“Sure. Totally believe you”

“Cressie it’s your birthday.”

“One year closer to my demise I guess”

“You’re insane”

“So I’ve been told”

“Ah. Check your mailbox in the morning! There should be a couple things in there”

I yawn. 6 hours of sleep isn’t enough to run on.

“Alright get to bed. Sleep your last 3 hours and I’ll be waiting for you at 3am”

“Mint you’re the most punctual out of all of us why are you picking me up?”

“I’ve never had a McDonalds run with you. Besides, It’s Friday.”

“Alright I’m sleeping now good night”

“Good night birthday girl!”

“That’s so cheesy ksjdfalfa”

Sure enough, at 3am, I wake up and find Mint outside my door, vibing in his car. I shake my head and lock the door.

“Good morning Mint”

“Morning”

“You’re mean you know that?”

“Happy birthday Mint”

“Right back at you”

“HEY REMEMBER WHEN YOU JUST STRAIGHT UP LEFT ME ON READ WHEN I WISHED YOU HAPPY BIRTHDAY-”

“I THOUGHT WE WERE OVER THAT ALREAY”

“My salty ass could never”

“Alright what do you want for your birthday?”

“Neither of us give anything-”

“Our Asian ass could never”

“HOnestly”

“Ah. I do have a present for you though”

My hand reaches into my backpack and I pull out a scrapbook.

“In true Crescent fashion, I present to you our scrapbook”

“What?”

“A collection of all the photos we have together with little commentary along the way. This is now yours” I beam.

“You’re joking”

“Nope”

“I didn’t even get you anything like his I-”

“You don’t need to”

He snickers and hands me a small box.

“I found it while shopping online, and it reminded me of that one time A gave you a rainbow rose so I figured I would give you an eternal one”

I stare at the rose. It’s rainbow, and I was surprised he even remembered that his brother had given me one.  I tear up slightly, maybe its because I wasn’t used to getting gifts from him, or the sudden change of heart but I mean-

“I’m crying”

“You’re always crying”

“SHUT UP KDFSKFSHDJF”

My hands clink at the glass softly, and Mint hums in appreciation as he flips through the scrapbook.

“Where’s this photo from?”

“Hm?”  He points at a photo where both he and his brother are jumping on the trampoline while I’m sitting.

“Your mom sent it to my mom a few years back”

“Ah”

There’s a comfortable silence that passes over us, and I decide to answer all the texts that I had received about my birthday while he flipped through the book.

After about a dozen thank you!’s and 4 conversations, I finish. Mint snickers when he flips to the last page.

“You just had to put that one last huh?”

On the last page lies Mint and I at Junior prom last year. It was a tradition to go with eachother, and my friend had taken a photo where we were pretending to make out.

”Why? Don’t want your future wife seeing it?”

“No. It’s just you saved the best for last” he snorts.

“Of course” I hum.

“Alright what do you want from McDonalds?”

“Ice cream”

“You’re literally bleeding this week no”

“Uhhh. Fries?”

“Sure”

Mint starts his car and we head off. The sky is a calm blue. A dark shade that leaves you wondering if there’s more out there. It was ironic that I had met him so long ago. It was even more surprising when he moved here for junior and senior year. I was horribly confused, and the only explanation he could muster out was a job change for his parents. But I was pretty sure they just wanted to have A mature in a different environment.

“Lost in thought again?”

“Mhm. You never told me how and why you moved here in detail”

“Nothing really. It was a job change on my parents part, and a new path for A”

“What about you?”

“I wanted to chase the only person who never gave up on me”

“You’re disgusting”

“Better than confessing to my crush every day for a whole year”

“LEAVE ME ALONE”

“You’re the one who brought up how I chased you all the way to California”

“I still wonder how you can pin after someone like me”

“At some point I realized you saw me as a brother”

“I wish I could do that.”

“You’re a hopeless romantic. Have some fun every once in a while”

“Are you implying I should have a one night stand?”

“Once you’re a legal adult sure”

“Bad decision making except it’s Mint giving me bad advice as a joke”

“I hate you”

“Love you too~”

“You’re disgusting”

“Bleh”

HE pulls up at the McDonalds drive-through and I scream.

“dEAR ARE YOU ALIVE?”

“OMG HAPPY BIRTHDAY DARLING! EVERYTHING’S ON ME TODAY”

“WTF DEAR NO”

“NO OBJECTIONS. IS MINT WITH YOU?”

“I’m here”

“Happy birthday Mint darling anyways what do you guys want?”

“The usual”

“Nothing new?”

“Nope”

“Alright! See you at the second window!”

“Cressie darling I got you a gift!”

“I- what?”

“Gift.” He tosses something through the car window and it lands in my hands.

“What is it?”

“Check”

I click open the box and I find a small pendant with a moon.

“I thought you were a broke high school student?”

“But the boss gave me a raise and told me to get something nice for my lover and like I don’t have one so I mean-”

“I don’t deserve you” I sniff.

“Stop crying darling you’re scaring me”

I really hope you find yourself a lover this year or I will fight everyone around me I SWEAR”

“You’re being too loud again Cress”

“Sorry”

He hands us our food and waves us goodbye. It was funny to me. I had so many friends around me now that I had grown.

“Are you gonna make a birthday post?”

“Oh for Serenity!” I gasp.

I type away and Mint steals a couple fries from me. I hiss at him while typing.

“Too bad” he shrugs.

School rolls around and I ‘m met with 20 happy birthdays and a couple gifts fro my other friends. Surprise surprise I have other friends. Z and Sun’s gift surprises me the most.

“Cress” Sun calls for me after school.

“Hm?”

“Happy birthday” He hands a medium-sized box to me.

“You always make us scrapbooks for our birthdays so I thought I’d try to make one for you”

“Have I ever told you how much I love you-”

“You remind me pretty often but yeah”

I open the box and a seat little scrapbook sits inside. There’s a white pen, a silver one, and a gold pen rolling around next to it, and there’s a small letter. Z tackles me from behind and I crash into Sun’s chest.

“Z what the f-”

“Language” Sun glares.

“Your gift!” Z hands me a small photo sized box.

“Photos?”

“You made a whole batch with notes on the back for me so I decided to print a bunch for you!”

“Thank you Z” I sniff slightly.

“What’s wrong! Do you not like it?”

“No no! I’m emotional haha” I muster up a smile. My cursed birthday luck was gonna catch up with me soon. I just felt it.

“No worries! It was the least I could do” Z smiles.

I nod in response. The rest of the day carries out like normal, and I find myself tired by the end of the day. My classmates threw me a party, and at the end of the day, my friends threw me another one. I enjoyed it, but I was waiting for my cursed birthday luck to catch up to me, I could never be happy until it occurred.

“If you’re thinking about that birthday curse of yours again, I’d advise you to know that with me, there’s no chance of having bad birthday luck” Mint hums. His birthdays had no bad things. It was like the universe favored him.

“I know. But I can’t truly calm down until I get to bed”

There’s a comfortable silence that settles down before Mint speaks up again.

“I’m sorry”

“Why so?”

“You had always wished me happy birthday so consistently, and I never replied and I just feel really bad and all-”

“Don’t worry about it.” I tap at the red solo cup in my hand. “I probably deserved all that”

“You don’t and that’s why I kind of. Um”

“Mint you’re my editor what did you do-”

“Bought tickets back home?” I gape at him. My jaw is dropped, and he seems to panic. “My home’s open and all! I know your house is rented out and the renters for my place just moved out and we have thanksgiving in a month so I figured I would take you back for the break and I’m sorry! I probably should’ve asked first and all but-”

A choked sob escapes my lips. I’m shocked, I hadn’t gone home in so long. How did he know? A stream of incoherent words escapes my lips and Mint tries to soothe me.

“You know.” I managed to force it out. “Some days I question why I stopped crushing on you. You spoil me rotten, and I don’t even deserve someone who cares for me and knows me like you and you always seem to know how I’m feeling and-”

Mint rubs soft circles on my back, and I let out my emotions. My birthday curse wasn’t a curse. It was a tradition. A tradition to cry at least once on my birthday, and for the first time, I was crying tears of joy. A couple minutes pass, and I feel my emotions slowly draw back.

“Thank you” I mumbled weakly.

Serenity made a new post!

It’s my birthday! Thank you to all of you who sent in birthday wishes (and death threats)! Another year has passed and I truly wish that I could thank you all face to face for the support!

Once again, my lovely editor Leaf shares a birthday with me so go ahead and send in some birthday wishes to him as well. For today’s gift from me, you all get a blast of joy! Much love!

-Serenity

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[harringtons-writer]

The Fleed

[THIS MAY CONTAIN SPOILERS OF STRANGER THINGS 3]

Request: Nope, But you always can! :)

GUESS WHAT IM IGNORING THE FACT BILLY AND HOPPER DIED! CAUSE THAT’S NOT HOW IT WAS SUPPOSED TO GO!! 

Pairing: Billy Hargrove x Reader + Jim Hopper x Reader. 

Word count: 1205 :) 

Warning(s): Mentions of sex and swearing!

Summary: Billy may have survived the mind flayer but now he needs to fight another battle. The battle in his own mind. 

[Not my Gif]

Locks of sand-coloured curly hair were scattered across Billy’s bedroom floor. He was staring at himself in the mirror. Billy wasn’t checking himself out like he usually would. He was getting used to the new him. The one he had become.

You still look fuckable,” you wrapped your arms around Billy’s neck. Oh Goddamn it. She was doing it again. She was trying to make him forget it all. But he couldn't. “I’m talking right now fuckable,” you kissed his cheek gently knowing how twitchy he has been lately. “Billy?” you pleaded. ‘Oh really,” he smiled. Just play along. “Against the wall or on the desk?” Good act. 

She did it. At least for thirteen seconds, he forgot. When she was screaming his name and leaving scratches on his back. “That was something different,” You were rolled up in the covers. They smelled like him. Billy staring at the ceiling. Not sharing a word with you. It even took that away from him. His most favourite thing in the world. Sex with you. 

Do you want to help me burn down the Camaro,” He hadn’t bothered fixing it up. He once loved driving around town in his cavy with the music blasting through the speakers. Now it was a dented tin can that had drove him to his worst nightmare.

You were at toxic kline field. That’s what everyone called it after it was sold to the mayor years ago. He was planning on building a new residential area on it. The citizens of Hawkings stopped him right in time. There were rumours that something was wrong with the place. Soil research showed that the soil was indeed toxic. “What’s a little more toxin here right,” Billy Joked as he poured the last bit of gasoline over his car. The truth was he felt toxic. Like he was a sweet poison you were happily sipping up. 

Let’s burn it, baby,” you dropped his lighter doubtful, slightly concerned if you were doing good or bad here. As the flames warmed your face, you watched how Billy's old belongings became nothing more than ash. 

That night in bed Billy realised what really happened there. You both not only started a fire but an entirely new life. He wanted to flee this shithole and give you the change to get your normal life back. You both had discussed running away together just after the events but you begged him for more a little time. Time to say goodbye to your family. Billy didn’t have time. He was slowly getting eaten up by his own thoughts. These toxic thoughts. 

Hop, I hope we find him today,” you glared out of the car window. Hopper had parked his car at Hawkin’s cheapest Motel. You missed Billy this past nine days every heartbeat but you prayed he wasn’t staying here. "I’m tipped by the owner and he’s here Y/N," he sighed seeing the worried look on your face. 

He’s in a battle with his own mind, kid. You need to understand this happens sometimes. Victims of trauma have hope, try to get rid of the bad until they have a relapse. They fall back in the spiral of thoughts that keep spinning till they go completely nuts,” Hopper lowered the radio volume. “He was looking alright Hop,” tears whelmed up in your eyes. “You’ve tried your best kid, you did.” 

The smell of trash really welcomes you here,” Hopper coughed.  A bold man, mid-fifties waved a keycard at you. “Good looking place huh?” you grabbed the card and shoved the man aside. “Sorry, She’s having mood swings,” Hopper briefly smiled before running after you. 

That was nice,” Hopper stopped your tracks. “Y/N, calm down,” Hopper raised his voice. “I hope he was joking,” you groaned. “He wasn’t and neither am I,” he snapped the card from your hand. "We're not doing it this way.” 

Billy?” you whispered. “Love,” you encountered the smell of alcohol. Billy was stretched out in bed, snoring once and then. The sheets were full of stains and had a yellow appearance. You felt an indescribable pain in your heart. “Thanks, Hop,” you hugged him and walked in. 

You waited and waited. He was sleeping so peacefully and at that moment you understood. You were the last thing left of his old life. Every hour, every minute, every second spent with you was torture. Billy fled you to be finally free only for you to be selfish and chase after him. 

No!” Billy screamed gasping for air. “I don’t understand,” he jumped up sweat dripping down his face and body. He wanted to grab the bottle of whiskey on his bedside table, but it was gone. You had cleaned up the room earlier. He groaned and slammed the wall before he noticed you. Rubbing his eyes still thinking he was having a nightmare he stumbled over to you. “You look so real,” he slurred. “Get out!” He grabbed the night light and swept it at you. He missed. He missed a few times. 

Billy, stop! Please!” you begged, huddled up. “Oh shit, you are real,” he panicked as he snapped into reality. He fell down beside you holding back his tears. “I hate you! I fucking hate you!” you cried out. He didn’t even try to stop you, He encouraged you. You had every right to hate him. If only he could explain to you how much he hated himself. “Yes! Hate me! It’s all I needed to hear.” 

Both at the edge of bursting out in tears, you broke first. “Please, don’t cry Y/N,” Billy wrapped his arms around you. “Promise me one thing,” he rocked you slowly between his legs. “Promise me you’ll be happy.” A tear rolled down his cheek. And you were, finally at peace with what was going to be your future. Billy would leave in the morning and you would try to forget him. You promised him that as you fell asleep in his arms.

The tavern was filled with young couples and their little kids chasing each other around the tables. “I love you,” Billy mumbled swallowing his last bite of pancake down. “love you too,” you smiled. The two of you sat next to the children's corner. A little boy drawing his family. A woman picked up her daughter. “Your son is so lucky,” she locked eyes with you and Billy. “Oh, he’s not our kid,” Billy laughed it off but your smile sunk. The reality hitting you hard. You’d never have a family with Billy, in fact, after today you would never see him again. Never. 

I need to use the restroom,” Billy stood up. He leaned over the table and rested his forehead against yours and kissed you longer than normal. And as you saw him walk away, you knew he wasn’t coming back. Big tears filled your eyes and when you heard the little boy say “He’s gross,” you laughed while tears rolled over your cheeks. 

I’d like to pay,” you stopped the waitress and gave her the cash. “It’s already paid by the lovely man at the bar,” you looked over, to find Hopper standing there. He smiled warmly at you. “Come on kid, let me take you home.” 

Let me know what you think!! Thanks to everyone who helped me out!! Special thanks to @intheendyouwillalwayskneel @lastdancewith-mj @gorgeourrific-nerd @hargreevesgrace and @midnight-quartz :) If you are interested in part two comment!! <3 

[the19thduckpotato]

The Ties That Bind Part 3 (MHA fanfic)

Part 2

in which there are indeed chicken nuggets and remembering

(sidenote: please don’t attempt to binge this fic, it is VERY LONG.  or do if you wish--just don’t say I didn’t warn you c: )

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The visit to the hospital's cafeteria passed in a haze.  Once the kid behind the counter recognized him, she chirped cheerfully as she helped Toshi pick out a trayful of food for Izuku.  Toshi guiltily realized he couldn't remember what he had said back to her beyond the usual niceties.  He scratched out an autograph at her bashful request and smiled softly as her face lit up. There was a tiny gnaw of guilt --if you only knew-- "Oh I couldn't possibly take your money!" she practically squeaked as he tried to pay.  "I doubt the hospital would, either!" Toshi gaped a moment, still holding out the cash.  "Then," he said, "could you use it for someone that might need it?" "So sweet!"  She finally took the folded notes and tucked them into the register.  "I might know just the person.  It'll really make their day." The gnaw of guilt grew teeth--trying to buy away the shame? "Need help with the tray, Mister All.Might?" Toshi waved away the offer.  "Thanks but no.  I appreciate all your help." She bobbed happily and bid him a great day then turned to the next person in line.  Behind him, he could hear low voices chattering, asking if it was really him, what was on the tray, would he be eating all of that, he needed to really, look at him-- Toshi's hands squeezed the tray tightly, knuckles turning white.  A moment later, he almost stumbled as a young child bounced off his shin.  With an expert motion even he was surprised with, Toshi caught the slipping tray with one hand and scooped the small boy up with his other hand. "Takashi!"  The boy's mother raced across the room, flustered and bowing her apologies over and over again.  "Oh sir, I'm so sorry, please forgive me!" "No worries," Toshi replied, rumbled soft laughter as the boy stared wide eyed at him.  He passed Takashi back to his mother, then looked over the tray and picked out an orange.  "Here.  I hear these are especially sweet today." Takashi continued to watch Toshi as his mother bobbed again, thanks this time.  She too chattered a moment to the famous former hero.  And he too felt lost in a fog of other thoughts, trying to be in the moment but only managing polite responses.  Perhaps the mother picked up on this for she soon tapped her son's nose. "Time for us to go, Takashi.  Say thank you to the nice man." Takashi continued to just stare as Toshi waved and made his way across the cafeteria. "The poor dear, I hope he's all right." The blond, still lost in his own dark thoughts, disappeared down the hallway and back to Izuku's room.

A tap on the door sounded through the quiet room, and Izuku jumped and squeaked. He watched the door tensely.

"Back!" A muffled thump as Toshi found it a slight struggle to balance the tray and open the door.   "And I might have snuck in nuggets.  Don’t tell anyone."

The tense lump of Izuku relaxed as soon as he saw who it was. “Oh—“ a quiet sigh of relief “—hey.” His eyes widened. “That’s a lot of food.” He held out his hands, ready to steady the incoming tray.

Toshi held a hand up very quickly--"Stay put.  You think that machine is annoying now, wait till it detects you getting up."  --then wedged himself in and set the tray on the bed.  "Got a little bit of everything.  Dig in before One for All has you snoozing again." Izuku slumped disappointingly at the reminder that machines were monitoring his every move. He scooted away from the tray in order to make room, though he didn’t really need to. He hovered a hand in midair and scanned the tray, skimming over slightly grayish green beans, and— ooh, jello! He quickly kept looking and— “Nuggetsssssss!” He shot out his hand and snatched one, stuffing it into his mouth. “Mmpff— h ot...” He chewed very carefully, regretting his haste just a tiiiiiny bit.

Toshi made a comical alarmed face.  "Please don't choke, I'd never hear the end of it." His fingers wrapped about a small bowl of rice and he toasted Izuku with it before nibbling.  It was weird to have an appetite, even one as scant as his was. Especially after what had happened.  He would be sick to his stomach if he still had one.  And yet, his body seemed to crave food. Rice fast disappearing, he scanned the tray and debated what would be ok to eat Excuse you, that all belongs to Izuku then forced himself to stop devouring his own food. He instead picked up the remaining orange and went to work peeling.  Citrus filled the air and he placed the fruit sections next to the nuggets, one by one.

Izuku watched the tiny specks of citrus oil go flying from the orange as Toshinori peeled it, glowing brightly in the early sunlight. He put out a hand to touch them, the same spark of wonder growing in his heart as when he looked at a sky full of stars. "Pretty...." he breathed. What are you, four? You're not supposed to grab at everything you like the look of. Well-- maybe I am on the inside! So there! A soft, breathy laugh escaped, and he continued to wave his hand around in the quickly-dissipating cloud of shining droplets.

Toshi smiled and relaxed, not realizing his shoulders had been tensed up.  It's going to be ok, everything is going to be fine. But-- Nope.  Everything is fine now. He clutched that thought tightly and sighed in relief.

Izuku heard the soft sigh and looked over, glad to see him relaxing. The weight of the past night curled in his stomach, but... Things are golden now. He stared in slight awe at the intense, bright halo of the sun in Toshinori's hair. Warm. Right. ...Home. That will never go away. Not as long as we're together. He looked down at the tray and pointed at the orange slices set next to the nuggets. He knew Toshinori was trying to give them to him, but.... "Aren'tcha gonna eat that?" You've barely had anything... c'mon, please? Just a little more? I'm worried. You're always worried. Ohh-- so what.

His teacher chuckled softly.  "Nah, the acid might mess with me."  He grinned sheepishly--it seemed such a silly thing to admit to--and pushed a slice toward his boy.  "Besides, you need all the energy you can get." He leaned back in his chair, his eyes closing and refusing any further argument.

Izuku nodded. "Oh, okay." He stuffed a slice in his mouth sideways, talking around it. "Fhankfh!" He gave a smile, the orange where his teeth would be. The older man's grin widened as his head nodded once...snapped back up.  Nodded again.  Wobbled back up.  Nodded slowly a third time and stayed down. A soft snore drifted out a moment later.

I... well okay then. Another orange slice followed the first. He squinted. Poked at the jello suspiciously. Do you taste like the good kind of jello? It jiggled. As jello does.

The monitor's beeping became a quiet rhythm that coaxed Toshinori into deeper sleep.  He struggled, wanting to make sure Izuku was safe. As if from far away, he could still hear the kid's voice, if not the words.  The tone was calm, relaxed, at ease; and in turn, he grew calm, relaxed, and at ease. Just a few minutes, then. Just a few . . . . . . He was on a street.  People walking past.  He tried to look past them. He was looking for someone He saw green here then there People turning to look at him Knowing who he was Knowing he had to hurry What They were parting before him Pointing Something was wrong From a distant that was immediately up close He saw Izuku fighting And the people in the crowd murmured that Toshinori knew how this would end And they wondered why he was here and not there He tried to run but his legs wouldn’t respond And Izuku slid further away from him  The people in the crowd just stared at him "Help him!" Toshinori pleaded His legs shifted s l u g g is h l y "Help me!!" Toshi tried to cry out.  A few in the crowd turned, heard him but didn’t understand. Izuku falling from a great height now, a much larger figure chasing his green form.  And then Toshi was there, he had his boy, they would fall together, but he had him now and Izuku stared at him in dull disappointment.  He was unraveling, emerald thread whipping about in the wind.  Toshi tried to hold onto him, hold him together, but the thread unwound quickly, slipped from his fingers, was lost to the wind. Heavy breathing behind him How far was the ground Toshi twisted about somehow A hulking shadowy figure towered over him Baleful chips of blue bore into him A grinning mouth, shark wide, too many teeth Above the figure's head (from which two spikes jutted out, sharp enough to impale), two thick fists clasped into one monstrous wrecking ball the mouth cracked open as primal rage roared out And as the large figure swung down at Toshi's head it's going to crush me It leaned in dear God in heaven, it IS me All Might bellowed guttural laughter as his fist filled Toshi's vision And all around them, a horrified scream Like emerald thread Toshi awoke with a violent start and clutched his chest, gasping for breath.

"Dad!!" ...What the crap, Izuku. ... You better hope to high heaven that he was too far out of it to hear you. He clambered off the bed awkwardly, wincing a bit as his weight came to rest on his still not-quite-healed ankles.  "Shut up," he growled at the beeping machine. "Hey. Hey." His hands reached out to Toshinori. "Hey, you're sitting in the hospital. You were dreaming. You're okay now." He supported himself on the arm of the chair, hoping that he wasn't too close to Toshinori or freaking him out. His eyes rolled wildly, his hero instincts kicking in.  One fist clenched as he sought the source of his panic "Dad!!" It was a burst of gold in the surreal storm, a familiar voice among the unreality. He latched onto it, let it pull him back, knowing full well it was part of his dream, knowing it didn't exist in the real world. But it brought him comfort and that was the pillar he stood on as the nightmare sloughed off. One by one, other familiar sensations returned: the morning sun and its warm golden brilliance, the gentle beeping of the monitoring device (which at this moment was growing more insistent), and his boy he's safe he's safe oh he's safe leaning close, reaching out for him. He clutched that single golden mote of dream a moment longer before he let it dissolve. if only that part had been real...

Izuku gave a strangled gasp as he was suddenly pulled into Toshinori's arms, stiffening as his balance was interrupted. He stopped himself from crashing into his fathementor by awkwardly propping his arms against the back of the armchair before he could be pulled headlong into the hug, wincing and giving a tiny growl of pain as the remnants of his injuries protested. A bit more slowly, he let himself be pulled in, wrapping his own arms around Toshinori's shaking form. "Hey--" he gasped, a bit out of breath. "Hey, it's okay... you had a bad dream, you-- you had a nightmare. You're awake now, you're okay." He felt One for All trying to pull him back under, trying to stop the sudden exertion. No!! NO!! I refuse!! I won't let this happen now, not now! He squeezed his eyes closed and willed it to stop, for the surge to back down.

Toshi raised his hands to cup Izuku's face-- "Kid--" breath caught in his throat, not so much worried that Izuku would burst into emerald thread, that seemed so nonsensical now.  But he was terrified of the boy looking at his with that dull disappointment--that image still remained from the nightmare.  Toshi opened his mouth, about to say something, anything that would prevent that look. And the monitoring machine's beeping became impatiently frantic and teacher pushed student back into the hospital bed. "--you really shouldn't be out of bed," he answered a bit gruffly.  But in his eyes, a world of gratitude.  And then a faint worried frown as he saw the signs of One for All trying to work.  "C'mon, quickly now."

Izuku stiffened, wide-eyed, not expecting to be pushed back into the bed. A startled hand gripped at the arm pushing him as he tried to process the sudden change in the situation.

Toshinori gave him a look of stern concern but his sunken eyes glimmered wetly.  "I'm here but I need you to be here," he said, still pushing Izuku back into bed.

"But-- but I'm here--" Izuku's breath quickened and his eyes flickered around as he tried to figure out what to do or say next. Try obeying, doofus? His brain spat at him. That's what you're supposed to be doing. Like, all the time. He carefully, still kinda stiffly crept back to his spot, ducking his head a bit, but watching closely and ready to jump out again at the slightest notice.

Toshi rubbed one hand over his face and leaned back in his chair with a noise somewhere between relief and distress.  He was exhausted, he wanted to sleep feels like I've ran a marathon but he did not want to dream again. that thick sound, like a bat hitting raw steak One fist white-knuckle clenched again and his other hand pressed against it to unclench. Maybe some hot tea to keep him up....

In a surprisingly fluid motion, Izuku slipped out of bed again and curled beside Toshi's leg on the floor, leaning against the chair. He rested his head against Toshinori's knee. Maybe if I'm just very small and still and quiet, he won't mind that I won't stay put. He curled a hand around the seam of Toshinori's pant leg, just... holding on.

"C'mon, young Midoriya, don't."  He half heartedly plucked at the kid's hospital gown, to get him back into bed.  "I don't want you to--" I don't want to see you get hurt again Another fist formed and just as quickly gone again. the scream--that last one.  It had been Izuku It was all he could do to keep his composure. "--please," he breathed.

Izuku stared up at Toshi, eyes wide as he sat there frozen. His heart was either in his throat or in his stomach, he couldn't figure out which. Moving would break the moment, would feel... somehow wrong, even though Toshinori had asked him to. Not moving... held far more unknowns. Would Toshinori be angry if he didn't move in time? Or would the truth break loose? What truth? There aren't any lies here! ...And yet the truth of the moment is held back. He was somehow sure. But is the the way to gain it? You could ruin everything-- Move or stay? His mind flashed between both options too fast to choose. And in doing so, he chose by accident, because he stayed frozen on the floor. Still staring at his mentor.

"Young Midoriya--!"  Toshinori gaped at him, reached out to push the kid back to bed Don't you dare touch him.  Not with those hands. the hands that had swung in anger he had been fully aware of what he was doing the sounds the stench of sweat and fear red red so much red all over those hands of yours And with a tch! of despair and disgust, he dropped his hands in his lap.  He could feel his face starting to crumble and quickly jutted his chin out to combat it. "Izuku, please," he croaked.  I can't force you.  And I don't dare get angry.  I can't afford to risk it.  What if Next to them, the monitoring machine was getting insistent again.

Izuku watched Toshinori's face as he sat there, waiting to see-- Incredulous shock. Oh no I made a mistake Hands reaching out. no wAIT IM SORRY-- Izuku quickly scuffled to get his feet under him.... ...then... ...? He almost reached out, but pulled back before he could. Don't touch him don't invade his space you'll only make him angrier ...Well he doesn't... really look... angry at all... he looks devastated. Have I really messed up all that badly? No. I think it was just the straw that broke the camel's back. Look at his hands. How he looks at them. He's afraid of them. Of his power. A lump formed in Izuku's throat. No.... He pleaded silently. Not you, All Might, you of all people I'd trust with power.... But look what he did with it, a horrible, sinister voice whispered. He killed. He DIDN'T KILL, HE WON'T! HE'D NEVER!! Izuku's hands turned into fists. Then he heard the quiet, desperate croaking that cut through his thoughts like a knife. "Izuku, please...." Toshinori was on the edge of his emotions. Izuku could hear it, and it dug claws into his chest. I made a mistake... I failed, I failed you, I'm sorry-- A few hot tears spilled over quietly, and he struggled to balance as he pushed himself up. "I'm sorry--" He gave a tiny gasp suddenly as his ankle refused to be stood on, and he started falling.

It was automatic. No hesitation.  No deliberation. One hand reached out to catch, the other to protect Izuku from hitting anything. Your hands can still do good, yes "Gotcha," Toshi murmured then tilted his head in surprise.  "Hey, what--why are you--?  Sorry?"  He held Izuku close a moment is that his heart beating wildly?  Mine? Then set the kid back on the bed (the frantically beeping machine slowly pacified). Once more, he found his own worries and dismal thoughts shoved away, making room only for Izuku.  A welcome distraction.  And still an automatic reaction. "What on earth have you to be sorry for?" he asked.  "You've done nothing wrong.  If it's this--"  And he gestured to the room.  "--then don't worry.  I've been in my share of them and I'm supposed to be the greatest, right?" Greatest.  Ha.

Izuku lowered his head slowly, his head coming to rest gently against Toshinori's collarbone. His hands still held onto his mentor's sleeves-- when had he grabbed on? It must have been when he was falling. He closed his eyes and said softly, "You are." A quiet pause. "You are great." The machine beeped. Izuku's fingers moved the tiniest bit, making a soft noise as they brushed along the ripped fabric. "But you're good, too. And that's so much better." I need you to know that.

He knows. Toshinori hung his head, bangs obscuring his face. He knows. His heart sunk while the rest of him turned numb. He knows and he's still here, he's still looking up to me He knows I did it because of what they did to him He knows what you did. He couldn't even manage a sound of acknowledgement.  He was numb, time was numb, the world was numb. What happens now?

[creator-zee]

3

  Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. 

      Sweat dripped down my face and shoulders. My hair stuck to my face. Stones stabbed into my back from the wall I was cornered against. The hell beasts approached slowly closing in. My arms trembled as I struggled to keep my sword and shield up in front of me. Saliva dripped from the hell beasts mouths to the ground causing it to hiss as the acid touched it. 

      The first hell beast leaped at me. I raised my shield and knocked it to the side. Thud! Another hell beast knocked into me. I stumbled to the ground and let out a scream of pain as jaws clamped around my sword arm. My vision blurred as the venom made it through my system, but from my crumpled position on the ground I saw a figure surrounded by flames approaching. I blacked out as the cries of dying hell beasts filled my ears. 

     I blinked my eyes open and flinched from the bright light. Slowly I tried again and as my eyes adjusted I took in my surroundings. I was on a pile of straw with a bed roll on top in a stone room. In one corner a door appeared to lead to another room. I pushed myself up with my good arm noticing my right arm had been bandaged where the hell beast had bitten me. I was out of my armor but didn’t see it or my weapons anywhere. A figure appeared in the doorway and I struggled to my feet. 

     “You should be resting. A bite from a hell beast kills most people. You’re lucky my wife found you or you would be dead.”

      My very smart gay brain focused on possibly the least important detail that this strange woman had provided me with. “Wife?”

      The strange woman nodded as she made her way into the room towards me. “Yeah wife. You gotta problem with it?”

      I shook my head then stopped as it began to ache. “Nope no problem.”

      The woman gestured to the makeshift bed. “I suggest you get some more rest.”

     I gently lowered myself down into a sitting position. “Okay but first I want some answers.”

      The woman turned to go. “I’m sorry I am not the best person to ask you’ll want to ask my wife I’ll go get her.”

      Then she left and I sat counting the bricks in the wall. I didn’t even hear her until she spoke. “You have questions. I have answers, so ask.”

     Startled, I turned to her, “How did you get there?”

       “Walked.”

     I rolled my eyes. “Well duh. I suppose I meant how did you get there so quietly?”

     “Lots and lots of practice.”

  “Who are you?”

     “You can call me Alex. I’m a mercenary.”

     “What kind of mercenary can defeat 4 hell beats on her own?”

     “What kind of knight can’t?” Alex   retorted, avoiding an actual answer. 

     “Touché.” I shifted under Alex’s gaze as she continued to stare at me in silence. 

     Finally, she broke the silence, but not her gaze. “If your done asking questions, then let me ask one. What is a Knight of Life doing in a small town like this?”

     I paused before seeing no reason to withhold info I was after all in debt to this mysterious stranger. “I was with a troop of knights who were escorting Prince Leo to a Gala in the Kingdom of the Day and we were passing through this town to resupply for the final leg of the journey when hell beasts attacked and we were forced to flee. They chased me down though and I was separated from the rest of the guards whose first priority was protecting the prince.” 

     Alex shifted her stance slightly. “Look I don’t have the resources to accommodate you here but I have a friend who can help escort you back to the Prince while you heal.”

      “Really, that’s all I can ask for. Thank you for everything if you give me my things I can get out of your hair.”

     Alex nodded. “V will get your things while I go contact my friend”

     ‘V’ entered the room a short while later with my armor, sword, and shield. Everything appeared to have been cleaned and touched up. I thanked V and started putting my armor back on. The armor was made of leather reinforced in some spots with metal making it light and durable. The emblem of the Kingdom of Life was engraved on the front. My injured arm complained as I asked it to sheathe my sword. Until that bite heals I was going to be practically defenseless. At least I could hold a shield. With my sword and shield sling in my back I made my way out of the room and down a small staircase to the main room that had a fire in the middle. V was standing over it stirring a pot of soup.

      Right when I was about to announce my presence, Alex entered through the front door followed by another figure cloaked in shadows. The figure closed the door behind them and removed their hood dispelling the shadows that cling to their features.

     Alex stared straight at me. “Great you’re all ready to go. This is Z. And yes that’s her name. I would suggest you don’t ask questions.”

    I gulped nodding.

     Z gestures to the door. “Shall we get going we’re wasting night.”

     I nod and follow Z out the door. Once on the streets, Z pulls up their hood again and I almost lose them despite being a foot behind them. 

     Z’s voice drifts seemingly from nowhere. “The first mistake you and your little band of knights made was  traveling during the day. Hell beast can’t see for shit in the night but they can stare into the sun and not be affected.”

     Z seems a natural in the the dark but I struggle to see the path and finally I trip. I barely catch myself but I can hear Z’s disapproval in their voice. “Just try to keep up and not wake up the entire kingdom.”

     We don’t stop until the sun has cleared the horizon. Only then does Z turn off the path into the woods. They are still hard to see even in the daylight and I struggle to follow them through the thick woods. We reach a small clearing and Z finally comes to a stop. They remove their hood and I see their face in detail for the first time.

     “You have the mark of the night!”

     Z turns. “Sorry, the mark of what?”

     I gesture to the intricate black marking that starts on their forehead and stretches down the sides of their face down under their armor. “That marking on your face.”

     Z turns back to what she was doing on the ground. “Oh that. It’s just a tattoo not a ‘mark of the night’ I swear you knights are so superstitious. Willing to die for a prince but scared of spooky stories about far away kingdoms.”

     “Hey! The knights of life are an elite fighting force sworn to protect the royal family. It is considered a great honor to be counted among their ranks.”

    Z snorts. “Honor shmonor. Honor doesn’t buy you food or clothes or weapons. I’ll stick to deception any day if it gets me money to feed myself.”

     I sit down silently biting back my retort I couldn’t defend myself if I had to and they were helping me I guess I would just have to put up with them. 

     Z turns from the fire they building and faces me. “I’m going to go get us some food.” They pause by the edge of the clearing. “Stay... and don’t die.”

     I’m not particularly cold but the warmth from the fire feels nice. The time alone doing nothing gives me time to contemplate on my situation. I’m separated from my troop and probably assumed dead. My sword arm is all but useless and I have to rely on a mysterious person who can disappear into shadows. At least I’m not dead and only a week away from the castle where the Gala is being held.

     Z returns sometime later with a hare and begins roasting it over the fire. “We will rest her for the day then co to us traveling when nightfall hits. Rest up I will take first watch.”

     Dutifully I settle down on the forest floor with my sword and shield next to me for easy access. Eventually I manage to drift off into an uneasy sleep despite the bright light of the sun. Even so it feels to son when Z shakes me awake and I switch places with them. I munch on the hare and that’s left and wonder if Z excepts me to wake them up again or just keep watch for the rest of the day. I wish Z would communicate more.

     Travel continued like this for the next few days but on the fifth day when the sun set below the horizon and the moon rose, Z seemed even more paranoid than usual. They kept glancing this way and that searching for something. But what could they see? It was dark all around and no one else travelled at night.

     I realized why Z was acting so paranoid when I stumble forward due to the force of something hit the shield on my back I quickly swung it onto my arm and saw a crossbow bolt embedded in it. I spun quickly searching for the source of the bolt. I instinctively reached for my sword but couldn’t draw it out of its sheathes with my arm injured. I lost track of Z so I crouched hiding behind my shield spinning slowly. I heard another bolt flying through the air and turned to meet it. It slammed into my shield. I spotted the darting shadow in the woods and followed it as it joined a bigger group of shadows. Suddenly they were all running and screaming towards me, no away from something behind them. That something turned out to be who was shooting arrows with deadly precision towards the strangely clad figures. From each point where an arrow hit ice began to spread. Each stranger fell one by one until Z was standing alone in the edge of the woods.

     I straightened and began to start trying to yank the bolts out of my shield but failing because of my stupid arm. Z was methodically and calmly going from body to body collecting gold and arrows from the bodies. After giving up and just snapping off the shaft of the bolts and slinging the shield over my back and went to the nearest body flipping it over to look at the crest and it’s chest. It looks like a wooden stake over fangs. Vampire Hunters. Why were Vampire hunters after Z? Was Z a vampire? It would explain their freaky abilities. I nervously waited for Z to finish but tried to remain stoic. They hadn’t killed me yet. 

     Z finished looting all the bodies and came over to me. “Thanks for all the help.”

     I kick the dirt with my boot. “Sorry.”

     Z sighs. “Gee you don’t have to take everything so seriously. I was joking it is my job to protect you and that gimpy arm of yours.”

     I muttered a thanks. That’s the pot calling the kettle black Z. I don’t think I’ve ever seen Z take anything lightly. 

     Finally the castle is in sight. One more night of travel and we should be there. Unfortunately, my arm still hasn’t improved much so I’m not sure what I’ll do when I get there. The guard sure as hell won’t want me if I can’t use a sword. Z has opened up a little but these past few days joking around a little, but I’m still hesitant to open up to them.

     Z sits down on the ground next me and prods me gently in the shoulder. “What’s with the long face? We’re almost there. You’re almost back to your perfect little honorable life.”

     I look at them in disbelief. “What do you care I’m just another job for you?”

     Z shrugs. “I don’t really but Alex likes to lecture me about ‘being nice’ and don’t just be a ‘brooding shadow.’”

     “You and Alex seem close.”

     “We are. We’ve done a lot of jobs together.”

     I go back to sitting in silence prodding at the dirt and enjoying the warmth of the fire.

     Z interrupts the silence again. “Let me look at your arm. Hell beast bites can be tricky as they don’t want to heal like other bites.”

     I suppose that a welcome interruption. I set my sword and shield to the side then undo the straps on my armor before taking that off too. I remove my shirt so that the bandage is exposed and turn so my arm is towards Z. Z seems distracted though and isn’t looking at my arm. I swear to god if someone decides to attack right now while I’m shirtless with only a cloth binding around my chest preserving my humility then I’m going to kill someone. Then I follow Z’s gaze. They don’t seem distracted by any enemies but rather by me. Her eyes scan my shirtless torso as she unabashedly checks me out. Uncomfortable, a blush began to grow on my face. I cleared my throat. 

      Z seemed to snap back to attention and grabbed my arm carefully unwrapping the bandage. I avoided looking at first but curiosity took over and I immediately regretted it. The skin around the bite was a deep purple and it was oozing black puss. The actual bite wound was black. I had to bite back tears. My arm was never going to be the same. How was I supposed to be a knight of my sword arm was useless?

      Z cursed. “Shit. I’m not going to lie that’s bad. Maybe if I was Alex I would know how to fix it. She bothered to learn healing magic and alchemy while I focused on illusion magic and enchanting things to be more deadly.” I tore my gaze from my ruined arm which Z was cleaning. Z suggested weakly, “Maybe the doctors at the castle will be able to help.”

    Half heartedly, I muttered, “maybe.” No one I knew had ever survived a Hell Beast bite with all their limbs. I wondered why Alex had doomed me to this life, then chastised myself. It’s not her fault. After all I’m not her problem just a random stranger.

     Z finished re-bandaging my arm and I quickly put my shirt and armor back on. The sun had almost set. I grabbed my sword and shield and began putting out the fire. Z followed suite and soon we were back on the road. 

     The sun had just begun to rise over the horizon when we reached the gates to the village that surrounded the castle. The guards waved us past with the rest of travelers who had been waiting for the gates to open. Z travelled through the town with purpose navigating the maze of people with ease. Flirting through the masses like a shadow. In no time we had reached the gates to the castle. 

      Two knights of the day stood guard outside and stopped us. “What business do you have in the castle?”

      I stepped forward bowing. “Knight Allison of the Kingdom of Life. I was separated from my regiment when we were attacked by hellhounds. My friend has assisted me here as I was injured in the fight. My regiment was escorting Prince Leo here for the Gala.”

     The guards exchanged a look before the one on the right spoke. “I will stay here with you while my partner finds one of your regiment to verify your story.” As he spoke his partner left and went into the guardhouse and to the castle. 

      As we stood waiting, the throbbing that I had become accustomed to in my arm grew in pain and my head began to burn. I shifted my feet and stubbornly stood waiting. But my body refuses to wait longer the venom from the bite must have spread because my legs suddenly collapsed from under me as I clutched my arm. My vision began to swim and my breathing became shallow. This was it. I was going to die.

[jadegrey711]

Morning, Beautiful

Tony Stark x Fem!Reader

A/N: My first Tony Imagine! I thought of this little imagine when listening to the song above. No smut just all things good and fluffy.

*NOT MY GIFS*

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It was just one of those mornings; one those perfect ones.  That's so rare it pretty much happens only on a major celestial event. Those mornings where all feels right in the world, in your body, your life, and in yourself. Maybe it had to do with the fact that the intergalactic war was finally over, and you didn’t have to worry about whether or not Tony was coming home this time… because he was right there. Laying next to you and snoring like a freight train and more peaceful looking than you’d seen him in…well years. All of those worry marks that were deeply ingrained into his forehead and his crows feet a constant reminder of all that both he and you went through.

You joke about them now and again with Tony; stopping to gasp as Tony enters the room and asking him if he’s seen your husband, because you don’t remember marrying such an old man. That always gives you such a good laugh when you see his reaction, but it usually ends you being chased around the kitchen. Which you absolutely love and end up screaming with laughter when he catches you and throws you over his shoulder showing you who the “old man” is.

You leaned down and kissed those crows feet on both sides of his face and then giving his lips a small peck as well. You watched as his face scrunches up slightly at the disturbance in his beauty sleep. He stretches his arms out wide knocking you over your kneeling position over him and back to your side of the bed; before he let out a big yawn. You giggled and kneeled back over his face.

“Morning sunshine.” You said as you kissed his nose.

He cracked open one eye getting used to the sunlight in the room, before giving you a big cheesy grin.

“Good morning beautiful.” He said reaching for you and cupping your face, rubbing his thumb up and down your cheek lovingly; before pulling you down for a good morning kiss.  He sighed leaning further back into the plush pillows. “As man of the house I think I’m entitled to a good morning kiss waiting for me every morning.” He said smiling cheekily.

You fought hard to keep the grin you were holding back from stretching across your face; but you couldn’t help it his smile was just too contagious.

“As lady of the house and the true decision maker in this house. I’ll have to confer with my staff first but I definitely think that we can come to some kind of an arrangement.” You grinned, leaning back down to his lips and giving him a longer slightly less innocent good morning kiss.

When you pulled away, Tony’s grin was even bigger if that was even possible. “I can defiantly get behind a just and fair ruler who gives out morning kisses like that.” He purred and tried to wrap his arms around your waist but you dodged them and were now on the other side of the bed.

“Oh no! We are not staying in bed all day it’s a perfect day. We should go outside and do something.”

Tony cocked an eyebrow at you, then smiled obviously cooking up a plan in that never ceasing mind of his. “Which is exactly why we should stay right here in this bed. It’s so perfect that everyone will want to take advantage of it and it’ll just be so crowded. Too much tourism for today.” He said coming closer to your side of the bed. “So, I think tomorrow will be an even more perfect day for doing whatever you had in mind for today. Much less tourism tomorrow.”

“Tony Stark. You are not going to con me into staying in this bed with you all day.” You said as you tried to hold back your laughter.

“I’ve done it before beautiful.” He smiled.

You grabbed a pillow and swung it at him and that was all the advantage that Tony needed to make his move. He grabbed your wrists as you swung the pillow at his face and managed to both dodge the pillow and pull you close to his chest, wrapping you in blankets like his own personal cocoon.

“There now you can’t escape. You’re mine and your trapped.” He laughed like a pretend villain. “No being productive today for you Y/N.”

“No!” You laughed and tried to fight out of his dastatrdly coccon but when he felt you were getting free he rolled himself to the other side of the bed. Rolling himself on top of you and making you blanket cocoon tighter.

“I didn’t want it to come to this Y/N. But, you’ve left me no choice, you know how much I hate productivity. So, I’m forced to take drastic measures to ake sure you stay put. “ he said as he leaned down and started kissing you all over.

The kisses tickled your face as he gave you chaste kisses all over; from your nose to your cheeks and to your lips. You bursted out in laughter kicking your legs uselessly as you tried to fight him off.

“Tony!” You screeched. “Stop it this-“ You cut yourself off with your own laughter. “Instant!”

“Nope not until you give in and accept your fate as my prisoner and as a couch potato.”

“Never!” You challenged.

Tony gave you that eyebrow again then sighed. “I didn’t want to take such measures with you Y/N because I love you…but you leave me with no choice.” He leaned down to your ear and you knew exactly what he was planning on doing.

“Tony don’t you dare!” you screamed kicking furiously as you felt his lips on the rim of your ear before you felt cool air being blown into your ear. You screeched with laughter as Tony lightly blew in your ear and began whispering things in your ear making it tickle even more.

“Come on Y/N be a couch potato. You know you want to.”

“Tony-“ You panted. “I can’t take anymore!” you giggled feeling your chest start to hurt with how much you were laughing.

“Then just give in Y/N.”

You looked him straight in the face. “I’ll get you back for this Stark.”

“Is that a white flag I see?”

“Yes!” you screamed. “Now get off of me!” you laughed.

Tony pulled his lips away from your ear and unwrapped you from the blankets, before pulling you in for another kiss; sighing contently. “You know defeat suits you Y/N.”

“Yeah? Well I apparently wear it better than you do those crows feet!” you said breakig out into hysterical laughter.

“Oh, you’re so going to get it!” He said lunging for you, but you were quick like lightning as you rolled off the bed and ran out of the bedroom, making sure that you wouldn’t lose this game.  

[btsmutandstuff]

You scared?

BTS Scenarios: Watching a scary movie

Request: some anon that disappeared from my inbox forever ago but I DIDNT QUIT ON YALL

A/N: This shit’s cute and I was in the mood for mixing up my usual dose of smut. Hope you enjoy! 

ALSO this is fluff. My first full blown fluff. Or at least how I do fluff. She’s hinting at smutty. 

Seokjin:

Jin wasn’t big on scary movies. He wasn’t big on movies at all, actually. He preferred to binge watch a show once in a while, curled up on the couch with you. You usually both ended up falling asleep together, but it was the thought that counted. 

You love movies and he indulged you whenever you had a particular movie you had been excited to see. This time, it was a horror movie about some violent exorcism story that looked like it would easily become one of your favorite scary movies.

You were about two thirds through the film, which had been interesting but not exactly horrifying yet, until now. The movie suddenly ramped up and got scarier than you anticipated, and you soon found yourself rotating between hiding your face behind a pillow and frantically searching for the remote, which of course was no where to be found. 

“Fuck!” you hiss, tossing pillows to the ground in your hunt for the remote. 

“Jin!” you whine, anxious to turn the tv off or to something funny; anything but this movie, which is now suddenly very gory. 

“Jinnieee! Where’s the-” you pause, looking up from your search to see him, sleeping with his limbs splayed out, his head leaned back on the couch cushion. “Jin!” you whine. He doesn’t stir and the movie continues to ramp up in intensity, so much so that you decide to bite the bullet and go try and turn the tv off on the actual monitor. You get up and get to the tv, sweeping your hands around the sides in search of the discreet buttons. No such luck as a huge jump scare pops onto the screen just inches from your face. You literally scream, crumpling up into a ball in front of the monitor. 

“Jagi?!” Jin gasps, his tired voice confused and anxious at the way he’s suddenly been woken up. “Jagi!” he says, voice full of concern as he sees you in a ball on the floor. He leaps up from the couch and comes over to you, even more concerned when you don’t move. He’s not quite sure what to do to help, but when he grabs the power cord to the tv and yanks it out of the socket, it’s a good start. He wraps himself over you, hugging you tightly under him and pressing little kisses to the back of your head and neck. 

“Y/N it’s ok! I turned it off. I’m so sorry I was asleep! I wish I heard you earlier… I don’t know where the remote is, I should have known. I usually don’t lose it, I’m so sorry,” he babbles, hoping to help in some way. You calm down, taking in your surroundings as you realize the movie is turned off and Jin has literally made a human shield of his body around you. You giggle a little, shaking him from underneath. He sits up with you and you wrap your arms around his chest, snuggling against him when his warm embrace finds you. 

“It’s not your fault, Jin. I actually think I remember leaving it in the kitchen earlier now that you mention it. Totally my fault,” you explain. You pull away and lean you face up to him, kissing him on his jaw since you can’t quite reach anything else from this angle. “But thank you for coming to my rescue. I love you.”

He beams at the soft moment and how he was able to be your knight in shining armor briefly. He tips your face up and kisses you softly. 

“I love you, too, Y/N.”

Hoseok:

Neither of you really liked scary movies, so it was kind of a surprise when the movie you and Jin had been hyping up for so long turned out to be way scarier than you thought. It was supposed to be a mystery thriller kind of thing, but soon you were both clinging to each other’s arms in your movie theater seats, way beyond trying to maintain any semblance of bravery for each other.

It was a particular shot of the killer in motion down a dark hallway that got you both gasping and pulling on each other, fighting to bury your heads into each other’s sides.

“Hobi!” you hiss, quietly. “Hobi, should we...should we go?” He looks at you, eyes a little wide, hoping you’re serious.

“Yeah, probably,” he answers, not questioning you as he takes your hand, pulling you with him out of the theater. You stroll back out of the lobby, dropping his hand in favor of slipping your arm under his, hugging it close to you. He giggles a little, looking down at you.

“Well, that was a waste of money. I thought it was going to be good,” he comments, hoping it’ll distract from how rattled he is by that movie. You gulp and calm your breathing.

“It probably was good. I just wouldn’t know since I was covering my eyes for 90% of it,” you retort, squeezing his arm a little. He chuckles and leads you toward the door, hesitating a little before pulling it open. 

“I forgot it would be dark when we got out of here..” he comments, doing his best to remain casual but you know he’s still shook up by the horror movie. You walk slowly with him in silence through the dark towards his car, not liking how eerily quiet it is. 

“Wanna run?” you ask suddenly, looking up at him and pulling him to a stand still. He looks at you questioningly for a moment before reading how serious you are. He lifts his keys quickly and presses a button, his eyes shooting over to his car as it’s lights blink and it chirps in the distance. He nods and takes off with your hand in his, leading you at a break neck pace to his car. Even though the scaredy cat is probably just as terrified as you, he still runs to your side first, pulling the door open for you and then running around to his side as soon as he’s slammed it shut behind you. He gets in, locks the doors and starts the car, turning the radio on. You both take a minute to breathe as you calm down, silence settling around you save for the quiet radio. 

You giggle a little at how ridiculous you’re being with each other, but can’t help but bust up laughing when he looks at you with those wide eyes, still probably imagining the murderer from the movie chasing you through the parking lot. You pull him towards you, ever the (slightly more) brave one, and kiss him sweetly, patting his cheek as you pull away. 

“Safe! You did it,” you assure him. “Let’s get ice cream.” He smiles at the proposition, thankful that you can be so positive and love him for his easily scared side. He puts on a fake macho brave face and starts driving, the only give away being the white knuckle grip he has on your hand. But you don’t mind. 

Yoongi:

You stifle another giggle as you feel him twitch under you. As the movie has progressed (and gotten scarier), Yoongi has slowly sunk further down into the couch and further behind your legs, bent at the knee over his lap. He was trying fruitlessly to be subtle but you could tell he was just trying to cover his eyes without actually covering his eyes. He knew you loved scary movies, and you could tell that when you asked if he liked them and he answered with...

“They’re not my thing. Boring.”

...that he was probably a scaredy cat when it came to the poltergeist-esque movie you selected. You tried to give him an out and pick another movie; a comedy or something, but he insisted on your pick, being as stubbornly sweet as ever. You wouldn’t mind, but you knew this was his way of giving you what you wanted. He’s secretly such a soft boyfriend.

“You okay?” you whisper, jolted by the little jump you felt from under you at the flash of the screen. Yoongi grunts and sniffs his nose.

“Yeah, why baby?” he asks, breathing unnaturally measured as he calms himself. You smile a little and feign innocence for his sake, knowing he’d never admit he was scared by the movie.

“No reason..” you sigh, settling back against his shoulder and refocusing on the movie. You can’t though, since all you can focus on is Yoongi swallowing hard as the scene gets more tense. And Yoongi checking the time on his phone. And Yoongi, nervously chewing his lip. You grab the remote and pause the movie, shifting in his lap to look at him.

“Wanna makeout?” you say, wiggling your eyebrows at him mischievously. His lip curls up into that smirk and he scoffs.

“You don’t like the movie?” he aks, unaware of the little tells of relief that show on his face and in his eyes.

“Nope,” you say matter of factly. “Let’s make out.”

He sighs leaning in to kiss you, as if he’s giving in to your whims. You like letting him “spoil” you like this, even if you know you’re really the one doing him a favor.

Namjoon: 

You and Namjoon loved scary movies. You made it a point of your relationship to uphold a tradition of watching at least one a month. At some point you had run out of good scary movies and had resorted to strange indie horror flicks and corny low budget jump scare films while waiting for a more promising option to be made. Either way, you two just enjoyed spending time relaxing with each other. 

Tonight he had picked some foreign horror movie you had never heard of that he found on some illegal download site, you’re sure. You didn’t care though since you were just excited to spend a night with him. You had snuggled up in bed with him and were about twenty minutes into the movie, already disappointed with the amount of gore and lack of actual scary plot line. You had tried to be subtle in your sighing and in how often you checked your phone, trying to signal to your boyfriend that maybe you should settle for a really good scary one you’ve both seen already and just dump this one, but he seemed for some reason invested in this lackluster flick. 

If the start of the movie wasn’t bad enough, as it progressed it just got slower and somehow, more boring. You lean into Namjoon, letting your free hand that isn't propping you up by the elbow fiddle with the bunched up blanket under the two of you. A wicked little idea runs through your mind. You let your fingers dance along the folds of the blanket, getting closer to Joon’s hip closest to you bit by bit. A sliver of his smooth skin is exposed between the waist of his shorts and the hem of his sweatshirt. Soon enough you’re playing with the frayed woven yarn of the blanket just under him, allowing the backs of your fingers to tease gently along that exposed skin. He doesn’t react for a moment, simply allowing you to do as you pleased. You were starting to think he was actually ignoring you until you felt the warmth of his hand come to rest just over yours. Your wandering eyes widen a bit as you glance back down at your rogue hand, now covered by his. 

“Are you trying to distract me, baby girl?” he asks, voice buttery smooth. His tone is low and quiet from not speaking for so long, and you can’t help but smile and blush a little at how his breath flutters your hair just past your ear. 

“Maybe,” you respond, coyly. You know just how playing innocent like this gets him. He pauses the movie and leaves you waiting a moment before rolling over, leaning his body partially on top of yours, snugly pinned beneath him. His hand lazily skims down your side, taking it’s time to run his fingers over every curve and dimple. He rests over your hip, pushing your shirt up a bit to expose your warm skin to him. He draws languid and small circles over the same place on your hip that you had done to him. You bite your lip and swallow a giggle, seeing as you’re way more ticklish than he is; a fact you both know well. He looks down at you like he’s a cat who’s caught a mouse. 

“How would you like it if I tickled you while you tried to watch a good movie? Hm?” he says, his tone dripping in honey and clearly having moved past the movie at this point; his sights set on another activity fo the evening. You smile and bite back a giggle as his fingers press a little more firmly. 

“Good thing I wasn’t watching a good movie,” you quip, knowing your sass is only going to get you punished. Not that that’s a bad thing. Something about how he smirks down at you tells you he knows that’s what you wanted all along. 

Jimin: 

“Jagiiii! You said it wasn’t a scary movieeee!” he whines, his voice muffled from the pillow he has shoved over his face. You try half-heartedly to pull the pillow from him, rolling your eyes at his dramatic antics. 

“Jimin it’s Inception. It’s not scary. It’s an action movie,” you reason, trying to keep your tone from sounding like you’re laughing at him. He would only pout if he knew you thought his little tantrum was so funny. 

“Jagi!” he gasps, dropping the pillow and staring into your eyes; his own are wide and bugged out, his puffy lips parted in shock. “That woman just stabbed her!” You do your best to take him seriously in this moment, but can’t give him the reaction he clearly wants. You press your lips together tightly but fail as a laugh bursts from you. You clap your hands over your mouth as his brow furrows and he closes his mouth, clearly “upset” by your lack of sympathy. 

“Jiminie it was a dream! She wasn’t really stabbed! Come on!” you half laugh, half whine to him, tugging on his arm to get him to face you again. He doesn’t let you though, staying as still as a statue with his arms crossed and his face turned away from you. You crawl over the couch and onto his lap, hugging him close to you and wrapping yourself around him as best you can with his arms still crossed. 

“Come onnnn…I just wanna watch a movie with my boyfriend….you don’t wanna watch a movie with me?” you coo, covering his face and neck with gentle kisses and nuzzles, smiling when he drops his crossed arms and eventually wraps them around you. You pull back and look at him, puffing your bottom lip out and giving him your best sad eyes. He holds his steely gaze for just a moment before it melts into his signature grin. He reaches up to squeeze your cheeks between his thumb and forefinger, pecking your squished up lips quickly before chuckling at how silly you look. 

“Fine. But only because you’re so cute,” he agrees, loosening but not dropping his arms from your waist as you turn around in his lap to face the TV. He tightens his hold on you as you get comfortable and nuzzles his face into your neck, assuring he has a place to hide his eyes if it gets “scary” again. 

“And only if there’s no more stabbing.”

Taehyung: 

Taehyung watches eagerly with you as the main character makes her way down the dark hallway, finally reaching the light switch and flicking it on to reveal a ghoulish face staring back at her from just a foot away. You jump in your spot, clinging to Tae tightly and squealing as the scary moment passes. You calm down after a few seconds and look at Tae, wanting to see how scared he was as well. Except that’s not what you see. He’s got his lips pressed tightly together, and he’s doing his best to trap the laugh thats about to burst from him. He glances down at you and sees how you’re looking at him like he just ruined a joke or something. You scoff as he snorts, then bursts out laughing. 

“Come on, Tae! That was scary! How did you not think that was scary?” you prod in disbelief. He laughs and lets his head flop back onto the back of the couch. 

“Ahaa…hmm.. I-Ihi…It was so cheesy hehehehe!” he laughs, his words broken up by the goofy chuckles he lets out. If you weren’t so annoyed that he wasn’t taking your favorite scary movie seriously, you’d be laughing at how silly his laugh sounds. You roll your eyes and look at him sternly, hoping he’ll read your mind like he usually can.

“Fiiiine,” he sighs, smiling a little and pulling you into a hug against his chest. He settles back down with you. “I’ll try to take it seriously.” 

“Thank you,” you say, satisfied with his affection and his uncanny ability to know just what to say. You watch on with him, settling into your movie once more. You’re completely wrapped up in the climax of the film, ready for the big reveal of the demon’s faces. The shot hits the screen and you jump once more, looking to Tae eagerly for his reaction. 

“COME ON!” you yell, pissed off at the grin across his face. He snorts and bursts out laughing again, clearly finding the horrifying faces you just saw particularly hilarious. You move to pull away from him and get off the couch but he grabs you before he can. He squeezes you tightly against him, wrangling your squirming arms within his own as he tries half-heartedly to apologize. 

‘I- ahahaha- I’m sorryyyheheheheheee!” he laughs, pressing kisses to you between laughs at the movie and at your reaction as you settle into his hold. You can’t help but smile a little, loving how goofy he is and how he can’t hold back his reactions at all. 

“You’re such a jerk,” you comment, poking him in the ribs and giggling a little yourself as he tackles you down to the couch in return. 

Jungkook: 

You love scary movies but Jungkook doesn’t understand why. You always end up afraid to go anywhere alone after dark, even to the bathroom from your bedroom if all the lights aren’t on. It doesn’t last long, but he finds it hilarious that you get so wrapped up in it and scared but still see every scary movie you can get your hands on. 

He’d just taken you to see that new scary movie that was way more fucked up than either of you thought it would be. You two spent the car ride home deciding which parts were scariest and discussing everything you didn’t understand, clarifying bits of the plot to each other. He comes upstairs to your apartment with you, knowing you’ll want him to stay the night with you even though you have a crazy early morning and should probably already be sleeping by now. 

“I think the scariest part was the fact that the brother heard the sister’s tongue clicky noise in the car and in his bedroom even after she died. That would freak me out,” you go on, dropping your keys in the bowl on the table by your door. 

“You didn’t think the creepy grey people just standing in the woods and in his closet were scarier? They just watched him…like this,” he says, waiting for you to look at him as he takes on a scary face resembling the scene he just described, dropping his head down and to the side to stare at you like a monster from the movie. You squeal and shut your eyes, reaching out blindly to bat at him wildly. He laughs and grabs your wrists, pulling you closer to him. 

“Jungkook don’t!!” you plead, knowing he’s probably just getting started. You head into down the hall and towards the kitchen, turning on every light as you go. Once you get into the kitchen you go to make tea for the two of you, turning your back to the entry way as you fill the kettle with water. You don’t notice anything until the lights go out and you freeze, letting the fear from the recent movie get to you. The water runs over the top of the kettle and you scramble to turn it off. You know it’s Jungkook messing with you, but the movie is so fresh in your mind that you can’t help but get caught up in your fear. 

“Kookie?” you say quietly, hoping his cheerful laugh will follow it soon, that little shit.

*Click!* Junkook clicks his tongue, just like the dead girl did in the movie. You jump and drop the kettle, jumping again at the thump it makes after falling just a couple inches and splashing you a little. It’s only then that you hear that smug laugh, pissing you off and calming you down simultaneously. You whip around, scowling, but are scared once more when he’s closer than you expect, imitating the scary figure from the movie once more.

“Kookie staaaaaaaaaahhaahahap!” you whine, clapping your hands over your face. You don’t care how immature you look and sound. He’s being a tool. 

“Hahahahahah jagiyahahahh!!” he laughs, pulling you into a hug and rubbing your back. “I’m done nohow…ahahmm.. I promise,” he giggles. Something about his tone isn’t very convincing, but you hug him back. 

“Good,” you say, muffled by his sweatshirt.