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7soulstars · 4 years ago

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hello! can i request something funny with thranduil? ony if you're comfortable with writing itof course.

he took y/n in *like Elnord did with Aragorn* but she is a huge troublemaker,always pulling pranks on elves or sneaking to the woods and putting herself in danger, giving him many heart attacks in the process, yet he can't stop loving her.

*screams* I love this !! Of course I’ll write something based on this ! Let’s go !!

Erevan Ilesere’s Petal

Pairing: Thranduil x Immortal! Reader

Warnings: Cavity Inducing fluff, Angst if you squint, Decent writing ??

Summary: No matter how much of annoyance Y/N is,Thranduil cannot stop adoring his lady.

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Erevan Ilesere ; The elven god of mischief and tricks

Nobody knew who Y/N was, what she is, where she is from or why was she found in the center of the clearing at the heart of the forest Mirkwood. Neither did she. She knew nothing of herself except her name. But that didn't intrigue Thranduil, the blue petal mark etched on her skin did.

The battle of the five armies had been a turning point in Thranduil’s life, he was at calm with himself, but at the same time he felt lonely. He let his son go on an adventure that he’d not know when he would return from, he was at peace with his wife’s death.He had to let her go.Though she would always have a special place in his heart. He had to focus more on his people, flourish his kingdom and move on. But he felt empty.

He felt alone.

So went he found Y/N heavily injured at the clearing, he didn’t hesitate to take her in.

Y/N was different. Not in normal mannerisms she was not. It was unexplainable. She was different.

After she was taken in by Thranduil and healed, she said she knew nothing of her kin or where was born. All she remembered that she had been living the life of a ranger for as long as she recalls.

She had always been alone.

But that never stopped her from being vocal. She was bold, so bold that she would barge into the court meetings to give the most random suggestions, make jokes or even put flowers in Thranduil’s crown during it. And he would always let her, sometimes even smiling.

The elves didn’t expect it. Valar! No one on Middle Earth would have.

Y/N became the most adored individual in the entirity of Mirkwood. She made the place happier, the forest was healing and things got better.....

But everyone has things others do not enjoy about themselves. Y/N did too. She was chaos in a bottle.

Once she had covered onions with caramel and gave it to the palace guards claiming they were caramel apples. The other time she had paired along with with Mëludir, Lindir’s brother who was at Mirkwood and had filled the sweet Lembas bread with mayonnaise instead of cream which had everyone at the dinner table spit it out except Elrond who as wierd as it seemed, took a liking to it. She had put a rat inside Tauriel’s hair, having her scream across the hall. And Rumil and her had filled Haldir’s shoe with mud which had forced the two to hide for the entire day later with Y/N hiding behind Thranduil and his robes flinching everytime Haldir was yelling at her.

“Lady Y/N this is not a joke I had those shoes cleaned yesterday and now you have ruined them! And Rumil you are no less! Is this how you treat me? Your Gwanur(brother)?? Lady Y/N that is not it-”

“Haldir enough leave her be”,Thranduil ordered as he hid you behind him even more as you clenched his robes.

“But-”

“I had helped her put the rat in Tauriel’s hair....are you going to discipline me too?”

“Apologies nin aran (my king), I am just simply worried she will get herself in trouble.....”

“Hmmm you are dismissed.”

With that Haldir had left pulling Rumil along with him. Thranduil looked down to see Y/N poking her head out from behind him and giving him the biggest and most sweetest smile possible. The elven king let out a chuckle as he shook his head. Freezing when she gave him a hug before she ran out mouthing a thank you.

Thranduil would always side Y/N, even if he wouldn’t admit that she would scare the life out of him everytime she would do something dangerous, the others would warn him about the dangers she puts herself into but he would refuse to believe them. It wasn’t that he believed she wouldn’t do something like that but it was because he believed Mirkwood would be impossible for her to get out of without help.

But oh how wrong he was.

Ever since Y/N came to Mirkwood a few decades ago Thranduil’s daily schedule had always been the same. Wake up, do formal chores (like bathing, having breakfast with Y/N etc.) ,attend court and hear his people out, roam around palace halls or in the kingdom, spend his free time with Y/N and then spend his time researching something in the library before sleeping. This night was no different except there was an erractic knocking on the library doors. Y/N’s lady in waiting pushing through with a very alarmed look on her face. Thranduil cocked an eyebrow at her, ready to yell at her to disturb him at this time of the night. But the look on her face made him wait for an answer.

“Your Majesty, Lady Y/N she- she-”

“I would appreciate if you complete your sentence”

“She dissapeared !”

Thranduil’s eyes widened. An unfamiliar look passing across his face as he unseathed his sword and speed walked out of the library.

“HALDIR !”

“Lord Haldir and the patrolling team is looking for her in the city right now my lord ! She is nowhere to be found !”, the elleth contiued following him.

“SEARCH EVERY CORNER OF THE KINGDOM !” ,he yelled at her before mounting his elk and riding into the forest.

He searched for her, by the clearing, the spiders nestings, the old bridge, the narrow pathway that lead to the darker parts of the forest. But she was nowhere.

“Y/N !?”,he yelled for the 14th time, his voice hoarse is eyes seaching frantically. Orcs and Wargs always preyed at night it wasn’t safe.

Splash

He heard the movement of water not much far from where he was he panicked, his elk moving swiftly but gracefully enough to not startle whatever was making the noises but this action was quite ruined by Thranduil yelling out the missing lady's name startling everyone before his eyes. Both him and his elk froze. There Y/N sat, by the backwaters looking at them with eyes widened as big as saucers, along with who seemed like mermaids that swam away as soon as they saw the elven king splashing Y/N with water wetting her completely.

“Thranduil? W-What are you doing here?”,she stuttered.

Thranduil moved closer to her watching as she visibly tried hiding something behind her back. He noticed how she was barefoot and scratches and cuts littered across her feet making his jaw clench.

“What are YOU doing here?”, the blonde elf hissed clearly angry but Y/N couldn’t point out why. Before she could even reply he yanked her hand from behind her back before stilling completely. His eyes unmoving from the contents in her hands. Forget me not flowers..... They had stopped growing in Mirkwood years ago. Drooping and dying more every moment the royal family distanced itself from each other, In grief, pain and misery.

“Where did you-”, ah the cuts on her feet, the dirt on her hands.....she brought them from out of the forest...

“I had seen them on our trip back from Rivendell months ago.....They were dying....I asked the mermaids to help me save them with spells, but you came interrupting them....”,she said in a soft voice, on the verge of tears breaking Thranduil out of his trance as he panicked,cupping her face with his larger hands. “I am sorry Lady Y/N I was simply worried about you, why did you not tell me? I could have helped you...”,he asked looking directly into her eyes as she poorly attempted to not shed any tears. “I didn’t want to bother you. I already bother everyone else. I don’t want to loose all of you..”, she said, tears unevitably falling and rolling down her cheeks. Oh... She thought she was alone...she had never asked for help from anyone....she felt insecure no matter how much everyone loved her....he knew someone who was like her few decades ago.

Him.

“You could never !”,he intended to say softly but it came out as a yell, making the woman flinch. He was mad, at himself for not noticing,for dismissing hints. “You would never......we care for you too much. Valar ! I care about you too much ! Everytime you do something dangerous my heart leaps....but I cannot resist your eyes, your words, you tempting smile.....Look at me....I do not wish to loose you like lost the rest of my people I cared about......”, Thranduil finished, his face only a finger distance away from the girl. “What are you doing to me Y/N ?”, he whispered, the other still trying to process everything. “Can I kiss you”, she whispered back. “Please...”,Thranduil said,his voice almost coming out as if he was begging.

And she did as the king asked, lips moving softly yet with love, for the first time in his entire life, the blond elf had let himself be completely vulnerable. His posture,his personality melting, almost as if a light glow covered around them. Even his dragon fire scar revealing itself for the first time to Y/N as they broke the kiss. Thranduil didn’t flinch when touched it, when she left a lingering kiss on it, smiling that wide smile he adored so much at it. The stayed that way before she leaned into his chest for a while,his arms around her. “No matter how much chaos you create I will never hate you...”, he said as he took in her scent.

Splash!

The voice echoed startling the two as the separated from each other, their faces red, only to see the group of mermaids hiding behind the rocks, their eyes on Y/N’s hands

The flowers were back alive and blooming....

That was the moment Thranduil knew that he had faced dragon fire once, but for his Lady he would face it again and again. He couldn’t help adoring her.

Back at the palace library the book was well forgotten, the pages flipping till it rested on a particular page littered with blue petals

Erevan Ilesere‘s Petal,his descendant on Middle Earth.

But that is a story I, Gandalf will tell you another time.

--The End--

Finally ! Behold ! I am done after ages of procrastination! Thank you for requesting this fic it was really fun to write ! I may have gotten a bit distracted but did you like the twist ? I'm sorry if it's not really great but I really tried my best🥺.I really hope you did ! @gorgeourrific-nerd you too ! I think it is a bit similar to your request I hope you liked it too ! The rest of ya’ll too I ain’t forgotten ya’ll. Pleade like and reblog my posts if you like them ! Feedback is highly appreciated and please do not plagarize my work. I really work hard on them ! Thank you for supporting me! I love ya’ll so much !!

~Love, Hri

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torikengel · 4 years ago

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Thomas Hewitt x Reader (Part 1)

a/n: thank you so much for your support <3 you make me motivated to continue, parts 2/3 and 4 are already on my profile <3

You were traveling with a group of friends across Texas. You were all from a big city, so they decided to go on a road trip. There were five of you in total, two girls, two guys, and you. At first, you refused to go and wondered why they even bothered taking you because they were two couples and you were just the fifth wheel. Well, you weren’t very familiar with one of the couples, but you knew the other one. At least you knew the girl, cause she was the one to invite you to this trip. It was known that you were well off and they desperately needed more money for gas and food on this trip. You weren’t dumb and it was very clear soon enough that the sum of money you were required to bring was much higher than the one of your so-called friends. So why you decided to go? You thought some adventure in your life wouldn’t hurt and you were yearning for some fresh air outside of the city. And it wouldn’t be bad to make some friends along the way, you thought. But soon you realized that wasn’t going to happen. The boys were eyeing you up and down and the girls weren’t happy about you. You would like to think that you were fairly pretty with an attractive face and a nice body. And since Texas is hot you were simply wearing a tank top and shorts. You were sitting in the back seat, buckled up, and looking out of the window as your companions didn’t seem keen on talking with you. “Hey, Emma, can we stop for a while, I need to go… you know,” said Chloe who was sitting next to you in the back seat with her boyfriend Matt to the driver, Emma. “Sure,” Emma responded slightly annoyed. You stopped in a remote town in the middle of nowhere. It didn’t seem that many people were still living there. Emma drove to the nearest shop and parked. The place was swarming with bikers and as soon as Chloe stepped out of the vehicle they whistled at her. “Wait babe, I am coming too,” Matt said as he spotted their sly smirks and how they hungrily looked at his girlfriend. “Y/n? Are you coming too?” Emma scoffed, “I am definitely not stopping again just because of you.” And she vanished in the shop as her boyfriend Chris followed right after her.

Someone should stay in the car and guard our stuff, you thought for yourself. But you really needed to drink something, so in the end, you grabbed your purse and walked in the store as the bikers kept catcalling you on your way. On your way there you saw Chloe and Matt whispering to each other, well if it could be considered whispering, cause you heard them. “Look at that old hag! Bet she never stepped out of this hell hole. Jeez, this town smells bad.” Chloe laughed and Matt added “Yeah, disgusting, now imagine living here babe, I bet they are all diseased.” You turned to the elderly woman behind the counter, you intuitively knew she could hear everything. You grabbed a soda and went to the counter, “I am very sorry.” You said with your head down as you didn’t dare to look her in the eyes. “Don’t worry ‘bout that darlin’, my family is used to this.” When you finally dared to look at her, you could see that her eyes were traveling up and down, scanning your body. Oh well, your clothes weren’t the most appropriate for this traditional part of Texas. “My name is y/n…” you said giving her the money for your soda. “Please keep the change.” You added as you wanted to vanish into thin air from embarrassment. The change you were talking about was like triple the price of soda. “Oh no, m’dear, I can’t accept that.” She finally smiled at your generosity and politeness. “Please, I insist… Mrs.?” You stuttered. “Luda Mae,” she helped you out. “Mrs. Luda Mae”, you repeated, smiling back at her. “Come already, we don’t have the whole day to wait… or we will leave you here!” Chloe shouted from the car and Emma honked. You jumped up and rushed to them while waving at Luda Mae, cause who knows, they might actually leave you there.

Emma was driving and chatting with her friends, not paying attention to you, even though it was she who invited you on this trip. And not only she wasn’t paying attention to you, but to the road as well, because she didn’t notice the spike strips across the road. Everyone yelped and held their breath when the van slid across the road and fell to the pit on its side… on your side. In the brief moment of despair, you regretted not being buckled up for the first few minutes of the trip. Your cheek smashed on the window that broke into shards, cutting up your skin. The worst part was that both Chloe and Matt fell on top of you as well. You squirmed under their weight but to no avail. “Shit, shit, shit, shit,” Emma screamed as she lost control of the vehicle and saw her boyfriend falling head forward on a sharp shard of glass, piercing his flesh. After a few minutes of shock, Emma got out of the car, seemingly okay, and helped Chloe and Matt. After that, they all hurried to help Chris. Nobody cared about you. You could feel the blood gushing out of your wounds on your arm and cheek. In the end, you managed to scramble the last bits of your strength and got out of the car without any help… Emma was in utter shock as she felt that her boyfriend didn’t show any signs of life. You didn’t know how to react, because you didn’t feel any pity. They didn’t help you and wouldn’t mind letting you die there on that backseat. You just shook your head and turned away, confused at what’s about to happen. “What’s wrong with you y/n! You look completely unphase by all this, explain yourself!” Emma screamed at you suddenly, letting out all of her anger on you. Before she could insult you any further you heard police sirens. “Thank god,” she calmed down a bit. Chloe was just shaking in Matt’s arms. The hope you all felt as the police car made its way towards you was slowly exchanged with fear. An older man with a sheriff’s uniform stepped out of the car with a shotgun. “So what do we have here… a bunch of lowly cowards it seems.” He spat on the ground and aimed the gun at you. “Get into the car, now!” he pointed at the police car, “The big guy in the back with two girls and this sexy babe in the passenger seat.” He aimed the shotgun at your head. “Wait, mister Hoyt, there’s my boyfriend still in the van!” Emma walked up to him trembling, apparently not grasping that this man isn’t here to help you. “My, my, do you think I care about your fucking boyfriend, bitch?” he turned down her request and took her by the wrist, “Maybe I will just take you next to me since you are so dumb, you need a lesson.” He tightened his grip on her wrist. “W-wait m-mister.” She stuttered, fear enveloping her. “T-take her instead… I swear we won’t tell anyone; you can do anything you want with her, even kill her, we will make something up, please just don’t hurt us.” She pointed her dirty finger at you and looked at Chloe and Matt, still in a tight embrace. “R-right guys? We won’t tell…” she desperately looked for a sign of approval from them. “Y-yes! We definitely won’t tell! I mean look, she’s way prettier for you sir!” Chloe added, throwing her pride behind her, Matt followed with a quick nod. “My, my what a friend you have,” Hoyt nearly died from laughter. He threw her aside on the hot ground. She slowly exhaled as she thought this was his way of saying yes. “I don’t like these types of bitches.” Without any hesitation, he shot Emma in the leg. She squealed and held her leg close to her, “You old bastard! We had a deal!” He only laughed a bit more before turning to the rest of you. “Now get in the car if you want to live. NOW!” he shouted and aimed the gun at Chloe and Matt who protectively stood in front of Chloe. “We have another hero here it seems.” Another shot followed, straight into Matt’s shoulder. He dropped to his knees in pain. “Who else?” he looked at you. After thinking for a few seconds, you dropped your eyes to the ground and went to the passenger’s seat of Hoyt’s police car. You decided to be smart about it. You didn’t dare to look back at him, all you heard were screams until everything was quiet again. Hoyt dragged your so-called friends’ bodies to the backseat. They were all breathing, just unconscious, their heads bloody. He probably hit them to make them easier to transport. He dragged Chris’s dead body out of the van as well, putting him into the trunk. After that, he sat in the driver’s seat next to you. “Come on, look at me. I don’ bite.” He licked his lips as you turned to face him. “Good girlie.” He said as he pressed some cloth over your nose and lips. You struggled for air, but then finally gave up and passed out as well.

You open your eyes to an unbearable headache which made you wish to never wake up at all. Where am I… shot through your mind as you tried to recall what led to your current situation. Right, your so-called friends tried to use you as their ticket out of this, as a bribe, as if you were a piece of meat. Your eyes were swollen and weak, so it was awfully hard to keep them open. You tried your best to inspect your situation a bit more. You couldn’t move your limbs, that’s for sure. So, you looked around again, adjusting your eyes to the dark atmosphere. It must’ve been a basement of some kind as there were no windows. You could see other metal tables except for the one you were tied to. There were various shiny metal tools around you consisting of cleavers, knives, and other stuff. Then you glanced above you to the ceiling. What you saw made you gag in disgust. Meat hooks, and on them two bodies hanging… Matt and Chloe. Then it hit you… out of confusion and tiredness, you didn’t pay attention to it before, but the whole basement smelled like death, rotting flesh, vomit, blood… everything mixed. Matt was missing half of his body and under him was a pool of blood, he was already dead. Chloe was missing one leg and one arm, seemingly still breathing, but not for long you thought for yourself. Sure, you were scared, because the same thing was going to happen to you, but you felt slight happiness in the back of your mind, no pity to be found. They abandoned you, they emotionally abused you, they used you for money, they would let you be raped and killed in exchange for their pathetic lives. They didn’t care about you. And now, despite their best efforts, you were here, alive, with all of your limbs, breathing while they were all almost dead. You couldn’t help to wonder why you were the last one to be butchered. You smiled for yourself “That’s what you get… even though I am going to be next, I still outlived you for long enough to laugh last.” And also, you didn’t know them before this trip except for Emma who wasn’t there right now. After these thoughts dispersed in your mind, you realized you could hear voices from above you. When you woke up, you were a bit groggy and didn’t pay attention to all of your senses right away. You recognized the female voice; without a doubt, it was Emma squealing in pain and disgust. “Let me go, let me go you ugly old bastard!” she screamed so loud it was piercing your ears. Instead of pitying her, it was more annoying to you, because you wanted the last minutes of your life to be as peaceful as possible. “Shut up, stupid bitch, or I will make you!” a familiar voice shouted back. Hoyt. Yeah, it must’ve been that guy, Sheriff Hoyt. Even though you assumed he wasn’t the real sheriff. You figured out what was happening upstairs. From the moment you met this Hoyt guy, you knew he was a pervert and a violent one. Even though he spared you in a way when he didn’t shoot you, well, you complied so he had no reason to. Then you realized that you checked your surroundings to the best of your ability while you didn’t even look at the state you were in. Your wrists and ankles hurt real bad. The leather cuffs were rubbing tightly against your sensitive red skin. Your cheek hurt as well as your arm. You weren’t sure if the glass shards were still in your arm or if someone took them out. You tried to position yourself in a way you could see the cut. It was deep and your skin was all bruised. Your whole body felt squished and sore, because of how Matt and Chloe fell on you during the accident. You were so tired… the screams above you got quieter and quieter each second as you fell into sleep again.

Loud footsteps in the basement woke you up and when you managed to lift your eyelids a huge man was towering over your lying body. He was wearing a bloody apron, shirt, and tie… very neat you thought for yourself. He smelled bad and there was a human-like mask on his face. He had greasy black hair that reached to his shoulders and partially hid his face. What captured your attention were his piercing blue eyes. He was scanning you, but you did the same as you stared deep into his eyes. He expected you to try to jump up, squirm, or make disgusted faces. He was used to it. All his life people called him names and bullied him, from his childhood to his teen years, and while he worked in the factory as an adult. He was always a monster, animal, disgusting freak in their eyes. Women made gagging noises when they saw him and then laughed in his face. Men picked on him, tried to fight him to get him in trouble. He suffered through it all until he finally unleashed all the pain and anger. Since then he saw people as either family or food, there was nothing in-between. You could see it in his eyes, the awaiting of your scream. But it never came, even after you noticed the cleaver in his hand. You had a neutral expression on your face while watching him. The pain was undeniable in his eyes. He wanted you to scream as it made it easier, so much easier… if you just called him a freak, if you tried to spit in his face… too easy. Finally, your lips parted, air leaving your mouth as you exhaled. He hated it, everything you did, he hated it because you made it hard. You had a beautiful face, perfect skin, attractive body, silky h/c hair, and shiny e/c eyes. You looked like one of the girls that would make fun of him and kick him again when he was already down. All the memories kept flooding into his mind as he raised the cleaver and prepared to swing. Now he expected you to squirm, shout and plead for your life, to at least cry or call him something nasty. But you peacefully smiled at him. “This is my end isn’t it?” you accepted your fate from the moment you woke up for the first time in this basement. You closed your eyes and prepared for the pain that would inevitably come with the blow. The man was confused like never in his life. Your sweet smile towards him melted his resolve. Here he was standing, all bloody with a cleaver ready to end your life and your perfect form was just lying under him in a dignified position without regrets. His eyes were full of sorrow. Nobody smiled at him before, laughed yes, mocked him too, but he never got that smile, smile without any prejudice in your then open eyes. There was no pain, just a wet feeling on your hurt cheek. For the first time, you yelped at the sudden touch and shot your eyes open again. There he was, standing over you, wiping the dry blood off your face with a wet rug. He stepped back, startled by your reaction. You could see how hurt he was… you couldn’t believe yourself. In this situation, with a murderer in a room with you, your instinct was telling you to pity him more than the couple hanging from the meat hooks. ”Sorry, I didn’t mean to do that; I just didn’t expect it… thank you.” You murmured under your breath. His eyes widened, first that innocent smile, now the honest tone in your voice as you apologized for being held captive. “My name is y/n. But I guess you don’t need to know that as you know…” your eyes pointed to the cleaver that was on the other table now. He didn’t say anything, but he shook his head. You didn’t know if that meant you would be spared or that he was content with knowing your name, you figured it was the latter though. After he calmed down, he stepped up again to clean your face and arm. You hissed a bit, but he knew it wasn’t at him, but at the pain. You didn’t know why he did all that when you are certainly going to be killed, if not by this man then by that Hoyt.

“What’s your name, if you don’t mind?” you broke the awkward silence. He shrugged, not replying. “You can’t speak?” you figure it wouldn’t hurt to ask and you wanted to know if he couldn’t or simply didn’t want to talk. You got a slight nod from him. “I see… But I can try and guess if you help me.” You came up with a solution. “I will say the alphabet and when I will get to the first letter of your name, you should touch the palm of my hand.” He seemed unsure but nodded again in the end. “A, B, C…” you continued until you got to T. He softly put a finger on your palm. “T…” you repeated, “That could be Tim, Tony, Thomas.” You wanted to continue, but he grabbed your finger when you said Thomas. “Thomas… Tommy.” You smiled at him. You didn’t know what got into you, but you were enjoying this sweet, tender moment. He was very gentle with you and didn’t kill you yet. Maybe it was because of how different your behavior was from everyone else.

He didn’t believe it. What was he doing, what were you doing, what were you doing to him? You were supposed to be another meal, just food, a piece of meat. But he couldn’t treat you like that when you were the first person outside of his family who treated him like a human being, without disgust and hate. Even Charlie and Monty sometimes treat him like a dog. He could sense that you were sincere. Some girls tried to seduce him before to save their lives and then stab him in the back. Once he fell for it, only for the first time though, he learned his lesson. But you didn’t try, you accepted that you were going to die here, and he couldn’t bring himself to end your life on his own.

“Damn what’s taking you so long down there, boy?” Hoyt opened the door to the basement and threw something on the stairs. “Don’ tell me you were able to finally man up?” Thomas seemed to be a bit lost, but you knew what he meant by that. “Anyhow, I am finished with it, it’s all yours now.” Hoyt pointed on the floor. You weren’t sure what he threw in the basement until now. It was Emma and she was still alive. Her mouth taped shut and hands tied behind her back. Hoyt descended into the basement and got rid of the tape on her lips. “You liked it bitch, didn’t ya?” he squeezed her cheeks and put a finger into her open mouth. She bit him as soon as she got the chance. A loud slap followed and he walked back up cussing her out. Hoyt was so focused on his finger, that he didn’t seem to care about why you were still alive. “Oh y/n! Help me, help me, please!” she trembled and smiled at you in disbelief. She obviously thought you were dead. Then she looked around to see her dead friends and screamed. Thomas grabbed her with his huge hands ready to hang her on the meat hook next to her friends. “You ugly fat bastard, let me go, stop it, you animal!” she kicked him wherever she could with both of her legs as they were tied together. You couldn’t hold back your laughter. However, your laughter stabbed Thomas in the back. So, you were the same after all. He thought about it and then realized it was for the better. But then you spoke “She looks like a fish out of the water, doesn’t she?” you giggled a bit more and then finally stopped. Thomas smiled under his mask before he realized what were the consequences. You indirectly stood up to him and it was funny and clever as well. “What… why would you laugh y/n? We are both going to die you dumb slut!” as the last word left her lips a shriek of pain echoed as Thomas stabbed the hook into her back. With the last strength, she spat in his face. “F-filthy animal, m-murderer, you and your damn fucking family can all burn in hell…” she mumbled. “I bet he would be a better friend than you.” Before she could come up with a comeback of any kind, he slit her skull with a cleaver. He grabbed a chainsaw and started dismembering her. You actively watched, fascinated by the situation. You weren’t a sadist, not at all, but it just all seemed like a weird nightmare to you. Maybe you passed out during the car crash and you are still dreaming. However, the smell of blood brought you back into reality. After Thomas was done, he turned back to you, freshly bloodied. He expected to see a disgusted face, tears, fear. He did it on purpose… to make you scream, to make you hate him like everyone else. “To be honest… she deserved it. Imagine, she tried to give me to Hoyt to save herself. She wouldn’t mind killing me.” You shrugged as you were very stiff from holding your head on the side.

No, no, no, no, no… it was all wrong. Thomas’ heart raced as he looked at you in disbelief, your e/c eyes piercing his soul. You saw him kill your friend, well at the very least your companion and then you also witnessed al the gory stuff that came with it, but you looked unphased, maybe a bit satisfied with his work... you didn’t scream, didn’t curse, didn’t hate him. He grabbed the cleaver and held it above you, then swung and…

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jjungkookislife · 4 years ago

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31,32,35,104 withhh jeon 😉😉 thankiuu 🥺

pairing: professor!jungkook x professor!reader

31. “you’re in love with her.”

32. “how much of that did you hear?”

35. “you want to tell me about it?”

104. Teacher Professor AU

tw: yoonmintae, cursing, meddling tae

It seems like the department is buzzing with excitement for one reason or another when you show up for work on Monday morning. You’re not too curious to find out the reason. Last time it was because of free donuts being in the lounge, although they were good, that was as much excitement as your department had.

Your heels click as you walk down the hallway of the third floor, a floor decorated solely for the offices of the professors. As you round the corner, your coffee in hand, you notice the office across from yours is no longer empty, but its new occupant is nowhere in sight and neither is his name plate. You shrug, wanting to get to your office as quickly as possible to avoid any unneeded human interaction before you’ve downed your large cup of coffee. As it seems, luck isn’t on your side as Professor Kim leans against his doorway beside yours.

“Such a lovely morning, don’t you think?” Taehyung smiles brightly and you scowl.

“Sure, Tae.” You grumble as you walk past him and into your office. You hang your purse on the coat rack behind your desk and set your coffee down before going to shut your door, but Taehyung is already walking into your office, door shutting behind him as he sits in the empty chair in front of your large desk.

“Did you hear everyone gossiping about the new professor? Apparently he’s gorgeous or something,” Taehyung shrugs as he kicks his feet up on your desk. You glare at him, smacking his shoes until he sets them on the floor.

“No, I haven’t heard a word nor do I care to. Don’t you have students to fail or something?” You ask with a raised brow as you take a long drink of your coffee. A soft moan escapes you, your hands clutching your cup tightly.

“Keep moaning like that and the rumors will be about us,” Taehyung wiggles his eyebrows and you flip him off.

“Nobody would believe that, Tae. I’m too good for you.”

“Ouch, babe,” Taehyung pretends to be wounded, clutching his hand over his chest, a pout on his lips.

“Those were your words, not mine,” you point out with a smirk.

“True though, you are way out of my league,” Taehyung chuckles and you flip him off again.

“You’re so fucking annoying. How are you this chipper so early in the morning?” You grumble as you turn your computer on.

“Two words; morning sex,” Taehyung licks his lips.

“Jimin or Yoongi?” You ask as you login to your computer. Waiting for it to load up before you can actually get to work.

“Both,” Taehyung smirks. You look up from your computer to look at him, “nice.”

“It was. Ugh, I didn’t want to come into work today. I’d rather be in bed with them,” Taehyung frowns, shaking his head before he gets up from his seat. “Anyway, if you see Professor Hottie, let me know. I’ve got a class stating in two minutes across campus and I don’t wanna be early.”

“Go! You’re awful!”

“Still the highest rated professor on campus,” Taehyung winks before he walks out of your office, shutting the door after him. Your best friend was something else.

You’ve taught two classes before you’re back in your office, your door wide open as you wait for any students to pop in during your office hours. You’re already texting Taehyung to find out where he wants to eat for lunch before your afternoon classes begin.

Movement catches your attention and you look up to see ‘Professor Hottie’ returning to his office. In your rush to get to your own office, you had neglected to check his name plate.

From what you could tell, he was hot, and you were only looking at his back, which was very muscular in his white button-down shirt. His black slack hugged his waist, his black leather belt accentuating it further, and his thick thighs strained against the material. You licked your lips when you saw the fullness and roundness of his ass before your eyes trailed back up, noticing the long waves of his black hair.

“Dear god,” you mutter to yourself, your teeth sinking into your bottom lip. You hadn’t even seen his face yet and your thighs were already pressed together.

“Oh! Hey, you’re the new professor! I’m Kim Taehyung!” you hear your best friend introduce himself, standing in front of your open doorway, a bright smile on his handsome face. You don’t miss the way he freely checks out the man, licking his lips and quirking his head.

“Hello, I’m Jeon Jungkook. Nice to meet you,” he says, a light blush coating the apples of his cheeks.

“Have you met my friend?” Taehyung asks, looking in your direction, and you curse as you rise from your seat to stand at your doorway. Taehyung introduces you to Jungkook, a grin on his face the entire time, ignoring the what of the pointed glare you’re giving him.

Jungkook repeats your name, staring at you with furrowed brows, “have we met before?”

You’re at a loss for words, he truly is gorgeous like Taehyung had said and his beauty makes your brain go haywire.

“I-I don’t think so,” you stutter, unable to hold eye contact for longer than a few seconds. “I’d have remembered you.”

Taehyung laughs, “bold.”

You feel flustered, turning on your heel and leaving both men out in the hallway. Taehyung easily continues his conversation with Jungkook, going as far as inviting him to lunch with the both of you in an hour or so.

An hour later, Taehyung is popping his head into your office, “ready?”

“Yeah,” you answer as you grab your purse off the coat rack. You leave your office, shutting and locking the door after you as Jungkook does the same. He smiles at you in a friendly manner and you wish you could think of something to say, but instead, you allow Taehyung to lead the conversation as you walk beside him, with Jungkook on his left.

You’re thankful the lunch rush has passed by the time you arrive at the food court, immediately getting in line to grab a slice of pizza and a drink. Taehyung and Jungkook follow after you and Taehyung pays for all of your lunches.

Jungkook tries to protest but Taehyung waves him off, “it’s not a big deal.”

“Trust me, you’re better off arguing with a wall than him. He’s stubborn as hell.” Taehyung nods in agreement and Jungkook nods, thanking Taehyung once again as the three of you sit at a table, away from all the students and the commotion going on in the cafeteria.

“So, what brings you to our lovely university?” Taehyung asks Jungkook after taking a rather large bite of his pizza.

Jungkook looks at you, smiling before turning to taehyung to answer his question, “I lived here when I was younger but my family moved away once I was in sixth grade. I had a best friend, but I lost contact with her shortly after. I was hoping she still lived here.”

“That’s so romantic,” Taehyung gushes, heart in his eyes. “Did you love her?”

Jungkook blushes, smiling sheepishly, “it was so long ago. I had a crush on her then, but I mean that was over a decade ago. We were best friends for most of our lives. I just wanted to see her again.”

“What was her name?” Taehyung asks. You’re curious about Jungkook’s story, eating as Taehyung prompts him for answers.

Jungkook answers Taehyung, and you freeze.

Taehyung looks at you for 2 seconds before he’s bursting into laughter. Jungkook furrows his brows, confused as to why Taehyung is laughing at him. What had he said?

“Oh, this is gold! You weren’t able to find her on social media, right?” Taehyung directs the question at Jungkook, who shakes his head.

You sigh, finally looking at Jungkook, “it’s because I changed my last name after my dad left. I go by my mother’s last name instead.”

Jungkook’s eyes widen, blinking owlishly as he takes a moment for this new information to sink in. You were his childhood best friend? He’d met you on his first day at his new job? That easily? He couldn’t believe his luck!

Jungkook says your name softly, repeating it a few times. Taehyung sips his drink, slurping the last few droplets, but not wanting to leave the table for a refill and miss any of these revelations.

“Are you okay, Kook?” you ask, memories hitting you hard. You remember when he’d first moved in next door, a shy little boy afraid of starting a new school. You’d immediately befriended him, glad he was in your same class throughout elementary and eventually into middle school. Until he moved, that is.

“Yeah,” Jungkook breathes, his heart racing in his chest. “I just didn’t think I’d find you so fast. I mean, it’s my first day here. I dodn’t even think you’d still live here, much less teach here. I’ve been looking for you for ages, you were my best friend and we moved so suddenly, I never got to say goodbye.”

You notice the frown on his face, your hand reaching out to place over his. Jungkook doesn’t seem phased, instead he caresses your hand with his thumb.

“This is amazing!” Taehyung exclaims, clasping his hands together as he pushes his chair away, grabbing his empty cup. “I need more soda, but don’t kiss until I get back!”

You roll your eyes, releasing Jungkook’s hand (much to his disappointment), “ignore him. You’ll get used to it.”

Jungkook chuckles, “I will. I’m just glad to see you again.”

A few months pass quickly, and you’re happy to announce that Jungkook is just as you remember him, except he’s not as shy as he once was. He’s still sweet, funny, charming and an all-around good friend... well, except when he tries to drag you to the gym at 5am before work. He can choke.

Taehyung has easily become one of Jungkook’s close friends, and you love that the three of you can hang out often, whether at work or in your homes. All your friends and his find your story endearing, deeming it as fate bringing the two of you back together.

You’re not sure whether it’s fate or not, but you do know you’re slowly starting to fall for your best friend once again, just like you had all those years ago. Only this time, there’s more at risk to lose.

Taehyung has stood on the sidelines, watching the two of you fumble around each other. It didn’t take him long to figure out the two of you had a thing for each other, old feelings coming to surface after reconnecting. However, you’d deny it every time he’d bring it up and although he knew he shouldn’t meddle, he felt it was his responsibility to do so when both of his friends’ happiness depended on it. It didn’t take long for a plan to manifest, and one day he set it in motion.

You were running late to lunch one day, your class having gone over its allowed time slot. You crossed campus as quick as possible, ignoring your growling stomach as you tore through the students to get into your building and up to your office.

Taehyung had texted you, assuring you that he and Jungkook would wait for you in his office before going to lunch. He’d told you to take your time, no rush.

Taehyung sat in his office, grinning madly when he heard the familiar click of your heels as you came down the hall. He could pinpoint your location with each click as he sat in his chair. Jungkook sat on the corner of Tae’s desk as he talked about his plans for the weekend, and when the clicking of your heels grew close, Taehyung sat up straight.

“There’s something I’ve been meaning to ask you, Jeon,” Taehyung started. Jungkook raised a brow at his friend, “what is it?”

“I’m only doing this as a best friend. I don’t want her to get hurt. How do you feel about her?” Taehyung asks.

“Her?” Jungkook asks, saying your name. Taehyung nods in confirmation.

“She’s my friend.” Jungkook answers, hesitating. He licks his lips, his face flushing with heat.

Taehyung shakes his head, “you’re in love with her.”

Jungkook bites his lip. He knew there was no point in lying to the human lie detector, so with a sigh he answers, “I am. I couldn’t stop thinking of her after I moved. I always hoped I’d meet her again, somehow. She’s my first love and we’re friends now, and I cherish our friendship so much, but I love her. I do, so much that it drives me insane being near her and not being able to hold her, to kiss her, to tell her I love her.”

Taehyung smirks, making eye contact with you as you stand in his doorway. That’s all he needed to hear.

“Jungkook?” your voice startles Jungkook. Looking at you and then Taehyung, panic clear in his eyes.

“How much of that did you hear?” Jungkook stands, his face red as he looks at his shoes.

“Enough to tell you I fell the same,” you answer shyly. Jungkook looks at you, warmth spreading throughout his chest as he walks over to you, his hands cupping your face.

“You want to tell me about it?”

You nod, your eyes locked on his. Your heart skips a beat as Jungkook’s thumbs rub your cheeks, his lips a hairbreadth away.

There’s nothing else said as his lips capture yours in a gentle kiss that grows deeper soon after. Jungkook holds you close, promising himself to never let you go again.

#Anonymous #jjungkookislife drabble game #requests are closed im just finishing the ones from last night

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emmy-writes-sometimes · 5 years ago

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Mess Is Mine

Someone requested Sebastian Stan as a father figure after him finding something out about your family. I twisted it a little to make it different from the Chris request I did recently, so I hope that’s okay!

“Hey, Y/n?” You took the walkie talkie from where it laid beside your thigh upon hearing Sebastian’s assistant’s voice. You were the lowest of the low on set – the assistant’s assistant. And you thought it would just be getting coffee, but it had turned into an actual friendship. People even joked that you were Sebastian’s kid, even though you weren’t related. When you were on call, though, you were the runner.

“Yup?” You asked in return, sitting up from where you were doing school work on your laptop.

“Can you run to wardrobe and grab an extra jacket? Seb ripped it again. I think we can still shoot, but just to be safe we want an extra..”

“On it,” you responded, standing up and starting the walk across the lot. You tucked the walkie talkie back into your pocket, grabbing your phone as a notification popped up.

2 dead in crash on I-285; delays expected until night.

You thought nothing of it – you just scrolled up to get rid of the notification and continued walking over to wardrobe. By the time you were walking back with Sebastian’s black jacket on your arm, the costume dust getting all over your own jacket, you were getting a call from your older sister. Part of you wondered why she even bothered calling – it wasn’t like you were close. She was 33 and couldn’t care less about what you were doing. You were seventeen, almost eighteen, so by the time you had fully formed memories she was gone. She probably didn’t even know you were doing an internship.

“Hello?” You asked as you raised the phone to your ear. You used your other hand to grab your ID badge, knowing they’d want it to get you back onto set. You heard your sister talking to someone else for a second, and rolled your eyes.

“Hey, Y/n,” she said quietly. You stopped walking. Something was wrong. You didn’t know her that well, but you knew her well enough to know that she had the exact same voice your mom did when something went wrong.

“Can this wait? I’m at work, I’m heading onto the stage in a second and I don’t know if they’re shooting.” You weren’t lying – they put everyone on the oldest stage, and the red light barely even worked so you could potentially get yelled at for walking on set while you were on the phone.

“No,” she responded with a sigh. “It can’t. You, um, you might want to sit down for this.” You were getting annoyed – why was she being so dramatic? But at the same time, your heart was starting to race and you couldn’t help but feel a sneaking suspicion that she wasn’t being dramatic at all.

“I’m sitting,” you lied. The only place to sit was a curb.

“Mom and dad got in a car wreck earlier,” she said. “And neither of them made it.” Your heart stopped. You felt like you were on the receiving end of a sucker punch. “They called me because they couldn’t find you at school, and since you’re not eighteen yet…”

“No,” you responded. “No. This isn’t happening.”

“I’m sorry, honey,” she sighed. “I really am. I’ll be there later tonight so we can talk things out, okay? The police are at my house still.”

“Okay.” Your voice was hollow and scratchy as you hung up, putting your phone back in your pocket. You wanted to curl up in a ball and cry, but nothing came. It didn’t hit you. But you could feel the blood drain from your face as you went on. There was nothing you could do. Absolutely nothing. So you just kept on. It didn’t make sense to leave, but it didn’t make sense to stay. So you just went on, handing your ID to the security guard, and walked over to where the director was calling for a cut. Sebastian’s assistant was nowhere to be found, but you held up the jacket and it caught his eye. Something else caught his eye, too, as he walked over.

“Hey, what’s wrong? You look shaken up,” he asked as he looked you up and down. “You look like you saw the ghost over on stage 5.” You shook your head, offering him the jacket.

“No,” you lied, “I’m fine.” You weren’t. You weren’t fine. You wanted to go home and have your parents be there, have your dog be there, have everything go back to normal. But it was impossible and you knew that. It wouldn’t hit until you were at home. Right now you were just too numb to tell anyone anything.

“Are you sure?” You nodded, but it wasn’t convincing. “You literally look like you’re about to pass out.”

“I’m fine.”

“No, you’re not.” You weren’t in the mood to argue, and after he took the jacket you crossed your arms against your chest, looking down at the concrete floor. Tears finally started coming to your eyes, but you shook it off.

“Just a rough day. That’s all.”

“Rough day, my ass. Go home. We’re almost done for the day anyway. Just go home and pet your dog or something, okay?” You nodded. You weren’t in the mood to argue. You weren’t in the mood to do anything. Sebastian pulled you into one of his famous bear hugs, and you knew that later you’d get a text from him to check in. He was too nice. Maybe you would tell him then. But right now, it didn’t even make sense to you.

You sniffled and calmly walked to the walkie-talkie charging station, putting yours back. Then you walked out to the parking lot and got into your car. It was only when you started the car that you realize 285 was your way home. If you drove that way, you would see…

You took the long way home that day, and waiting for you was your sister’s car in the driveway.

Just checking in. Is everything okay? You stared at Sebastian’s text as you emerged from your shower, the shower your sister had forced you to take when she realized you were going to have a breakdown in the middle of the living room. It was overwhelming. The news sucked, sure, but it threw everything into limbo. And by the time the crash had cleared, their names had been released, and you’d turned off everyone on your notifications list except for your emergency contacts. Those happened to be a few people at Marvel, your parents, and your best friend who’d texted you a storm too.

You didn’t want to speak to him, for the first time in forever. You didn’t want to talk to anyone. You didn’t even want to talk to your sister or her husband, who, as nice as he was, had no idea what was going on. You just wanted things to go back to normal.

“I made some mac and cheese,” your sister said as she walked up the stairs to see you standing in your robe. “Thought you should probably eat something.”

“Thanks,” you replied with a sniffle.

“And I was thinking that maybe it would be a good idea if I came to stay for a while. Just until your internship’s done.” You sighed. You didn’t want to talk about it. You didn’t want to talk about anything. Your head was pounding. Your heart hadn’t stopped pounding.

“I think I just want to go to bed.” You knew you’d hurt worse if you refused the food, but you didn’t care. You wanted out. You needed out.

“I’ll have some breakfast for you in the morning, then,” she said. She knew it wasn’t worth fighting over, so she didn’t. She just let you go back to your room. You turned off your phone before putting it on the charger, making sure nobody would wake you up. You weren’t ready for the outpouring of support from people you hadn’t spoken to in months. You weren’t ready to face the next day, either, or the next one. Part of you thought you should go ahead and have your resignation ready because your sister would probably want you to come live with her an hour away, or your school would want you to live on campus. Your life as you knew it was over, and part of you was mourning that more than you were your parents. But you knew that wasn’t true, either. This was just how you worked. You set your alarm, early enough to go to an office and tell someone you were leaving, and shut your eyes.

The next morning you went straight to the producer, ready to hand in your ID badge. Maybe you were being irrational, but it felt like the best thing to do was end your internship early and take the rest of the semester to adjust. Adjust – meaning watch your entire life change without being able to stop it. But, to your surprise, the door was closed. Someone was meeting with him already. You took a seat outside the door, trying to pretend like you weren’t supposed to meet your sister in two hours. You used the time to scroll through messages, responding with hearts or thank-yous, as the depth of the situation settled in again, and barely even noticed when the door opened.

“Y/n!” You looked up to see Sebastian, worry in his eyes, as he emerged from the office. “Thank God, when you didn’t respond last night…” The producer smiled at you, motioning for you to come in.

“Seb?” You asked him, looking up at him. He could tell something was still wrong. “Can you come with me?”

“Yeah,” he said softly. His eyebrows furrowed in confusion, but he followed you into the office. The producer looked you up and down – you were wearing open toed shoes, the first sign that you weren’t planning on working. Sebastian didn’t seem to notice it.

“Y/n,” the producer started with a sigh. “I heard about the accident last night.” You looked down. “Is that what this is about?”

“Yeah,” you replied.

“Accident? What accident?” Sebastian asked, looking over at you. “Are you okay?” You sighed.

“My parents got in an accident yesterday,” you muttered. “And they didn’t make it out. I was planning to quit today because I probably won’t even finish out the semester, but…”

“Don’t worry about that. We’ll honor your internship for next semester. Just take whatever time you need.” Time. Like that was going to fix everything. You stood up, and Sebastian just followed you.

“What?” He spoke too loudly when you went into the hallway, only realizing if after. “Sorry. What? You’re quitting?”

“I have to go live with my sister,” you said. “Who I barely even know. She lives an hour away, so I can’t finish the semester and I definitely can’t keep working. I didn’t respond to your message because I didn’t know how, because it’s not like I can just say…”

“Come here.” Sebastian interrupted you and pulled you into a hug in the middle of the hallway. “Come back with me.” You sniffled and nodded, and after following Sebastian out the main door you walked to his trailer. He started scrambling around as you sat down, readying a cup of the peach tea he knew you liked.

“You don’t have to…” You started. He wouldn’t hear of it, though, and got you the tea anyway. You had to admit that you felt better here. With him. Being around him was more comfort than being around your sister. Sebastian felt more like family than she did, and maybe it was because you’d spent so much time with him, but ever since you met he always joked that you could be his kid because you were so alike.

“I’m not gonna tell you I’m sorry, because I’m sure you’ve heard that enough.” He gave you a little smile and sat down beside you on the bench seat, handing you the cup of tea. It definitely wasn’t the first time you’d come to his trailer to cry.

“Yeah,” you sighed. “I don’t really believe it yet. I just… It doesn’t seem real. And I don’t think it will for awhile.”

“It never does.”

“I feel like I should be crying all over the place but I’m just not.”

“Everyone reacts in different ways. But I don’t think you should just stop living your life.”

“I don’t have a choice. I have to go live with my sister until I turn eighteen. Which is only a couple months, but…” Sebastian shook his head. You took a sip of tea, not even realizing how hot it was. It burned your throat, but it felt good.

“What if you don’t have to?” He asked. “Hypothetically. What if you had a place to stay here to finish out the semester? And then next semester you could live on campus?” You looked over at him.

“Sebastian, you don’t have to do that.”

“I want to. I wanna help you through this. I wanna help take care of you. If that’s okay with you. And, besides. I have two extra bedrooms so you can pick which one you like better.”

“This is such a mess, and you don’t...”

“Yeah. But I want to, kid.” He wrapped an arm around your back and pulled you into a hug. “You’re my kid who isn’t really my kid, remember? Your mess is my mess”

“I remember.”

A/N: This is literally such crap and a terrible ending but school has rly been kicking my ass and gave me such bad writer’s block, sorry to whoever requested but I really did try 😭💕

#sebastian stan imagine #sebastian stan x teen!reader

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caughtupinmyfeels · 4 years ago

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Every night at 12 o'clock on the dot, it never fails, you call me up. Talking 'bout you had a bad day, so you're pullin' up. So I pour up a cup of just what you need, 'cause I know what you need. | #WhenWillILearn?

You know that kind of sleep where you’re straight up dead to the world? The kind of sleep where you can just turn over and fall even deeper into slumber because your body was so relaxed and needed the chance to recharge? I was in that place and it felt fucking amazing. I stretched with feline-like precision, my bare legs tangling in the bed sheets as I pulled them up over my shoulders. The room had dropped in temperature overnight, a subtle chill in the air making me want to bury myself deeper into the comfortable warmth. I wasn’t even sure what time it was, and frankly I didn’t care. Morning, noon or night, I had nowhere to be in that moment and I was glad. I turned onto my stomach, my lips parting in a soft yawn as my brain stirred, starting to fire up. It was so quiet. So peaceful. It was either really early, or really fucking late. The fact that I couldn’t hear music of any kind or the sound of movement outside my door had me reaching under my pillow for my phone. Holy shit. It was late. Had I really slept the day away? It was a natural reaction to feel the stirrings of what the fuck, but I reminded myself that it didn’t really matter. I lifted my head, glancing towards the window, the darkness comforting. My phone screen brightness was at the lowest setting, the sleep cycle app that was running blocking all notifications so that I wouldn’t be disturbed. Thank goodness for small mercies. My eyes flickered shut again, another yawn escaping as I shifted onto my back, pulling my hair over my shoulder as I dismissed do not disturb, my stomach twisting into a knot when I saw the multiple missed calls and text messages on my screen. Immediately, I swiped left to clear them, but the damage was done. My mind had gone from being gently awoken to firing on all cylinders. Fuck. I sighed, dropping my phone before my hand lifted to rub at my eyes, making a face when I saw the black smeared across it. I’d forgotten to take my make up off again. Getting home so late had me just kicking off my heels, peeling off my jeans and diving into bed. Sometimes, you need that. To not just give a fuck. Lately? I had run right out of them.

Whipping back the covers, I swung my bare legs over the side of the bed, standing to my feet. A shiver ran down my spine as the cold hit, pulling my T-shirt as far down over my ass as I could. I needed coffee and a hot shower. Pulling open my bedroom door, even though I knew nobody was here, I still tiptoed from my room to the bathroom. Slipping my hand behind the shower curtain, I flipped the shower on, turning it up to get the temperature nice and hot. While I let it run, I sought out the nectar of the gods. A soft snicker escaped as I saw the post it note ontop of the Keurig. ‘Just hit the button’ was all it said, @Dillon’s perfect handwriting making me laugh. I did as he suggested and leaned against the counter as the machine started to brew, the scent of French vanilla filling the kitchen. Heaven. I grabbed my creamer from the fridge, watching the coffee flow in a steady stream into my cup. When the machine stopped, I loaded my cup up and took it to the bathroom with me. Steam was billowing out of the shower, the warmth taking away the chill of the apartment. Taking a sip from my cup before I set it down, I groaned as the sweetness of the creamer hit my tongue. So freaking good. Pulling my shirt over my head, I let it drop to the floor before I pushed my panties down and stepped out of them. I wasn’t even daring a glance into the mirror before I got into the shower. I had no doubt I was a hot mess. I let the steam envelop me, the heat of the water hitting my skin with welcome pressure. A sigh of relief escaped as I lifted my hand to run through my hair, the other resting against the cool tile wall. My mind was racing. It always did when #Noah decided he had the balls to come back round again. It was always the same old routine. The phone calls and texts would start. When he realized he was getting ignored, he would hang round outside the bar, hoping to get at me that way. Sometimes he did. Sometimes he didn’t. It had been nearly six months since I last saw him. Six blissful, quiet months in which nobody had tried to play with my head or my heart. It was complicated. In fact, that was a bit of an understatement. We made complicated look pretty simple. No matter how hard I tried to stop myself from reminiscing, I never could. I had learned to detach myself from the memories, but the echoes of the feelings were still there. I closed my eyes, image after image assaulting my mind. When you love someone, it never really goes away. It burns for the rest of your life or it changes you. There are so many different types of love that you’re never really out of it. You’re just in a different state. Six months ago? My wounds had been reopened. The stitches that I’d sloppily inflicted on my heart never had the hope of healing. Yet, I kept on doing it. I’d swore it was the last time and in my mind, it was. I’d made it clear, hadn’t I? We weren’t good for each other. We never had been. If we were? Our relationship would have worked out the first time around. #Noah didn’t agree. The second, third and fourth times weren’t much better and each of them did a hell of a number on my heart. It was the back and forth, unsteady steps and uncertainty that finally had me calling time on us. Every time I got pulled in, he played to my weaknesses. I love you. I need you. Poof went my sense and down went my panties. We would fall into bed and I would tell myself that it was just a one time thing. We would fuck and fight. Swear to stay away from each other. Then the texts would start. The late night phone calls that would go on for hours. We’d promise that we could be friends. Date other people. It would work for a while. Then, the cycle would start again.

I miss you. Can I come over? I would get stuck thinking about the crappy date I’d been on that week, or remember that night I got too drunk and ended up with a noname who needed a fucking map to find my clit. Every time, #Noah would swoop in and make me feel like it was the first time all over again. He would kiss me and the fire would start again and need would take over. It didn’t matter if we were in the middle of a bar or in the backseat of his car. It was impossible to resist. His hand would be in my panties while he whispered dirty little things into my ear. It was like an addiction that had no cure and I had no will to fight it. Except the last time -was- the last time. I’d fallen for his sweet talk yet again, my cooch and heart doing the thinking. I’d gone into it legs open and got fucked in ways I wasn’t prepared for. The one thing you don’t want to hear from a guy when you’ve spent most of the afternoon with his dick in your mouth and his head between your legs? I’ve met someone. It was like a switch had been flipped in me. There were no niceties. We didn’t part as friends. We didn’t part as anything. It was done. I’d come to the realization that he’d never made an effort to let me go because he loved me, he just didn’t want anyone else to have me. I was just too stupid to see it. Dicknotized. I wasn’t falling for it again. Squeezing a glob of shampoo into my hand, I lathered up my hair, before I reached for my puff and body wash. No matter how many times I scrubbed myself, I could still feel him on me. Inside me. The memories felt like fingertips gripping my hips. Like bruises that never faded. Painful. Everlasting. Yet invisible to the eyes. I thought that they had healed, but clearly, I wasn’t quite there yet. I hated the scent of the body wash. It reminded me of him. Of the one too many times that Dillon had caught us in here, loudly proclaiming that we were fucking animals who should be on display in a zoo. He was one of the main reasons why I’d stayed away from #Noah. Every time I had a moment, he’d remind me of the ten pounds I gained from inhaling nothing but Ben and Jerry’s in the days that followed our last go round. He would remind me that no dick was worth gaining a double chin for. Especially dick that drove a truck and said y’all far too much. He was my saving grace. My best friend. The one who put me to bed after too much wine and knew my coffee order off by heart. He said everything I needed to hear without saying a word. If he was straight? I probably would’ve fallen head over heels for him. All the best ones were gay. Thankful that my mind was turning around, I rinsed my hair and washed my face, determined to leave #Noah locked up tight at the back of my mind, where he belonged.

My coffee was still warm when I got out of the shower, and I chugged it back before I decided to eat something more substantial than the poptart I’d crammed after I got home last night. I turned up the air in the apartment, rubbing a towel through my wet hair after I got dressed. I was nothing but nipples in this ice box. Dumping the towel in my laundry basket, I grabbed my phone and took it with me into the living room. Getting comfortable on the sofa, I saw several more missed calls, blowing out a breath at the way it made me feel. Nervous. Apprehensive. The thing that surprised me the most? The lack of my heart skipping a beat. There was none of that weird energy that usually filled me, making me feel like I couldn’t sit still. Maybe I really was finally getting over Noah. Letting go of all the hurt, resentment and frustration was good for my soul. So was Chinese food. Muting Noah’s number so he would fade into the oblivion of missed notifications, I ordered dinner, firing off a text to Dillon to tell him I’d ordered his favorite orange chicken and was planning to eat it all. The minute my phone pinged with his response, I was laughing. “You’re going to die alone and fat. With a dozen cats that will eat your face.” I set my phone down, grabbing the Apple TV remote from the coffee table. Every girl needed some McDreamy on a Friday night. Dillon had already spoiled it for me, so I knew my days with Derek Shepard were numbered. Meredith Grey was a lucky bitch. I needed all that pick me, choose me, love me crap. Men like him didn’t really exist and it gave women like me unrealistic expectations. It was probably why I kept going back to a guy who could promise me nothing but multiple orgasms. The sigh that left my lips was real. I’d heard every pick up line, every cheesy come-on. Working at a bar had served me well over the years. I’d been a therapist, agony aunt and a consoler of the heartbroken for years. Heard every kind of scandalous story you could imagine, and seen more bathroom stall sex than I cared to. I’d also been hit on so many times that I was immune to it. I could shoot the shit with just about anyone without a single dent in my bumper. Well, except for the Noah sized one, and I was looking for a good mechanic to pop that out. I got swept away in the show, jumping out of my skin when the doorbell rang. Shit. I grabbed some cash from my purse, counting it as I went to the door. Yeah, I had enough and then some for a tip. I went to pull the door open, soft laughter escaping when I realized that Dillon had double locked the door. Flipping the latch back, I pulled the door open, my breath hitching in my throat when I saw #Noah on the other side of the door. “We need to talk.”

Story first published on Twitter. Find me on @GiveMeAThrilI.

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thundermaximoff · 5 years ago

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Deity | Loki x reader

Pairing: Loki x reader

Style: One-Shot

Word count: 3048

Warning: fluff

Summary: Y/N new between Avengers. But she's not so confident with her powers and their controlling. And now she needs to attend Tony's annual Gala.

Will anyone be able to help her with her confidence?

A/N: Holy molly...I did it! First of all, I'm not good in writing One-Shots. It always ends as multichapter. Second thing is that this is my first fiction in English after 6years. So I know it's actually crappy. But I needed to write something different, since I'm stuck with my other stories. And I want to thank @devilbat @that-writer-who-never-posts and @ladybugsfanfics for their amazing stories that inspired me to write this one.

Hope you'll like it.

"So...The Gala." Said Wanda, trying to sound like she wasn't interested at all.

"What with that?" Sam got caught by her little bait and shifted a bit on the sofa in the living quarters, so now he was half lying.

It was again that part of the year,when none other than Tony Stark forced everyone, to dress up and kiss some wealthy asses, to get money for the upcoming year.

Or at least, that's what Natasha told Y/N when she asked why is there such a fuss around it. It was clear to her that no one actually wanted to go. Except Steve and Thor. Thor loved every party with alcohol. And Steve was just like labrador. He loved people and couldn't help himself.

Y/N put down the book she was barely reading, because of so many voices interrupting her peace. She was sitting on the floor with back resting against the sofa.

"Alright guys, it's not going to be that bad."

Y/N turned her head after the voice, raising eyebrows on Clint.

"I don't have dress." Mumbled Wanda to herself, because no one didn't paid attention to her anymore.

As they were loudly arguing one over the other Y/N sighed to herself. It wasn't about that nobody noticed her presence in the room so far, but because being around big crowd of people just wasn't her thing.

Even just thinking about, what can go wrong there, made her nauseous. Y/N looked at her hands and bit her lower lip to gain back at least a drop of her control.

"I can't go there." Y/N muttered, hoping that no one could actually hear her.

"Sorry for ruining, whatever your plans are Draga, but everyone needs to attend." Said lazily voice behind her back. As Y/N turned her head, clearly startled by whoever noticed her, she met with half asleep Bucky. "That's the rule."

He didn't even look at her. Just comfortably folded his arms on his chest. But thanks to this old soldier, everyone was now looking at her.

"Is there any possible way to get out of it?" Y/N looked desperately around, searching for anyone to save her.

"What's the problem?" That spider-boy, who she couldn't even remember the name,sat beside her.

"Peter…"

Natasha walked into the room. And Y/N was glad she did, because thanks to it, she was able to address this poor boy by his name again.

"What?" He asked Natasha with puppy-like face.

"You're not going." She said firmly with serious, or rather more murderous look.

"WHY I CAN'T GO?" Peter immediately threw a tantrum. Huffing like a little boy he was.

"Tony banned you. You know, what happened last time." When Natasha said that, that boy's face turned its colour to crimson red.

Y/N could only presume, what happened, since she wasn't part of the squad back then. And that was the thing Y/N feared the most. Her powers were unstable, when she got nervous. And she got nervous easily. The last thing she wanted was to make a scene or turn the room upside down.

Which could happen even now. She loved all the Avengers. They were her only family. But they were too much to handle, when they were all in one room. Sometimes Thor was enough to get on her power control.

"Are you worried about your powers?" Asked Clint as if he was able to read her mind.

"Nothing's gonna happen." Pietro swifted behind Wanda, leaning to kiss her forehead as she was sitting in the armchair comfortably.

Y/N was envious of their relationship, even though they were just siblings. She didn't want to admit it out loud, but she was jealous.

"How do you know that?" Y/N asked, her lower lip now shivering slightly.

"Because we all will be there to get embarrassed instead." Said Bucky, finally giving up on sleeping. He sat up and smiled with still sleepy eyes at Y/N.

Y/N felt a bit reassured by his words. But still felt uneasy about the upcoming event, she couldn't run from.

"But can you imagine, Y/N tripping while walking down the stairs, starting to panic in the middle of the fall, only to teleport onto someone's lap?" Sam wasn't even able to say that without laughing like a mad man, rolling from the sofa, falling on the ground.

Y/N cheeks started to heat up as she imagined it vividly.

"Or that Y/N get so scared that she turns to liquid in front of the prime minister." Ads Wanda and high-fives with Sam.

Few other laughs, but it doesn't seem so funny to others. And especially to Y/N.

In the middle of those two laughing and Y/N feeling embarrassed like never before, Bucky stood up and looked at everyone.

"Not so funny to me." He silenced them both by that single sentence. "And now, if you excuse me. I need to prepare my formal arm."

Everyone burst out laughing. Every one except Y/N. As she more and more succumb into her own fear, she's not able to stay in the room. Without any other word Y/N vanished, scaring the hell out of Peter.

Y/N was pacing in her room. Opposing emotions fighting inside her. She once again glanced at dress sprawled on her bed.

I heard what happened. And I know you feel insecure about your powers. I'm not going to persuade you to come, but if you decide to come, I'll be glad.

Y/N sighed and buried face in her hands. Everyone tried to calm her anxiety. Bruce tried to find way to calm her. But all the science was useless. Sam and Wanda even apologised for their childish behaviour. But none of that helped to decide.

It was that note, stucked to those beautiful dress in front of her, which made her think about going.

There was no name on the note. Y/N had no idea who sent those, but they were exquisite. Part of her didn't want them to come in vain. Even if that meant, she'll get embarrassed in them.

Hour and half later, and already being late, Y/N stopped in front of the elevator doors. She didn't feel like herself. It was easier for her to run in shirt and pants around the compounds than in dresses. Her uniform was better than this. Mostly, because she already got used to it. Partly.

Another sigh escaped Y/N lips as she absentmindedly looked at doors.

I can't do it

Yes I can

No I can't

I can

Y/N's hands shaking as she finally pressed the button on the side of the elevator. She wanted to do this for herself. To stop being such a coward. Like when Avengers found her. When they saved her.

She was scared a lot more back then. For a few weeks she was able to talk just to Steve and Tony. Y/N forced herself into it. Just like she was forcing herself now.

Part of her wanted to find out, who is the person, which sent her the dress. But she already had idea who it might've been. That note was diligently and beautifully written. That left just a few options to choose between.

Y/N got out of the elevator and walked down the hall. Each step accompanied with loud thud of her heart. She at least tried to find a piece of confidence in it.

Cabaret music was faintly playing as a background to loud voices of the people in the room. It was the largest one in whole compounds and yet it was overflowing with people.

Y/N halted in front of the railing and looked around, feeling a bit nauseous. She spotted a few of her friends laughing loudly. Some were in the middle of passionate discussions. And Thor was occupying the bar, as always.

Close to him was standing person Y/N saw only occasionally around. Mostly on missions or in the library. It was none other than Thor's brother, Loki.

His raven hair tidily combed to the back, curling behind his ears and around his neck like snakes. His Asgardian clothes were a little bit off today, but he looked good despite that. He was standing out. It wasn't even his classic one. The black, green with hints of gold. This one was mostly blue with yellow and black. It perfectly underlined his icy blue eyes.

As if he knew, someone was looking at him, Loki raised his gaze, meeting with Y/N's eyes. He couldn't believe his eyes. On the top of the stairs stood completely different person than he knew. She was always like gray mouse. But in the blue sleeveless dress with, yet to discover, bare back and veil, she looked like a goddess. Like she wasn't earthling at all.

He couldn't take his eyes off her. Nor he was able to speak.

Y/N immediately looked away and slowly walked down the stairs. Holding onto the railing the whole time, as she clearly remembered what Sam said before.

"Oh my God Y/N. You look stunning. Where did you got those dress?" Wanda squeezed both her hands, thoroughly examining the gown.

"Someone sent them to me." Y/N answered shyly as she tucked loosen strand of her hair behind her ear.

"Gave you that needed confidence to come, huh?" Appeared Pietro out of nowhere.

But that didn't scared Y/N at all. She was a master of appearing from nowhere.

"Or...she want to know, who sent her these." Wanda smiled at her devilishly, which made Y/N blush through thin layer of makeup she had on.

"Let her be, you sharks."

Y/N heard Thor's loud voice as well as Maximoff twins. Her face immediately lightened up as she turned at the God of thunder.

"Thor! I'm so glad to see you." Y/N shortened the space between them and hugged him, which the God returned gracefully.

"I'm glad to see you as well lady Y/N. " Thor bowed when he let her go.

He clearly had something greater than earthling's beer. But there was something else that made Y/N stop in her tracks.

"Can...can I ask you something?" Y/N bit inside of her cheek to calm herself and actually wait till God's answer, to ask.

"What can I help you with?" Large smile was plastered on his face, even though his eyes were a little hazy from the alcohol.

"Did you, by any chance, sent me these?" Y/N asked as she pointed on her dress, too eager to know the answer.

Thor furrowed his eyebrows, as if he was thinking hard.

"I'm not aware of that."

Y/N's face dropped a bit. She thanked him and took a stroll around the room. Trying to talk to people.

It was harder than she thought. But of course she tried, holding her head high and smiling ever so slightly, so that nobody would tell she felt insecure.

"Ahh, Y/N. Come here. I would like to introduce you to someone." Tony spotted her in the crowd, even though she thought it was impossible.

He had one of his expensive suits with crimson handkerchief in flap pocket. With load of jovial manners he held his whiskey glass in one hand, motioned at Y/N to come closer with the other.

Y/N nodded slightly, wanting to please the organizer. Till now she thought that everything went well.

And as Y/N walked towards Tony and his company, someone bumped into her rather roughly.

And that was the moment, everything started to fall apart.

Y/N's heart skipped a beat as she stumbled, trying to find anything to catch herself onto. Only to overthrow waitresses tray as her arm turned into liquid. She accidentally ignited alcohol beneath her feet, falling to the ground. Y/N closed her eyes firmly. Feeling the heat of embarrassment running up her cheeks.

But when she opens them again, she's nowhere near the spot she was just a few seconds ago.

Instead she was face to face with wide chest covered in blue leather. Y/N knew exactly who's chest it was. But at the same time she was scared even to look up.

"Trying to lit up the party?" Loki chuckled as he looked down at Y/N.

Once again he saw the same person in her. And he thought it was somehow cute.

Y/N started trembling, embarrassment taking over once again.

"That...really was not my intention." Even her voice was trembling.

She made one step back, to get away from that intoxicating scent of his, only to be pulled back by his hand. Her eyes widened.

Loki's hand was cold, casually resting on Y/N's bare back.

"Careful. If you don't want to repeat the whole scene." The God of mischief whispered with his deep voice into her ear, sending shivers down her spine.

Breath hitched in her throat, pushing Loki away. Y/N shot him a deadly glare.

"Now, if you excuse me, I really need some air." Y/N said almost growling at him, before she disappeared once again, as she didn't wanted nothing more than to run away.

As Y/N teleported on the balcony, the furthest point she could go beside missions, bit cold air fan over her figure. Warming herself by softly stroking her arms, she walked towards railing.

She looked at the buzzing city in front of her.

All those lights and sounds made Y/N feel lonely. She wanted to be like others. Not minding what everyone thought about her.

"Can I join you?" Loki's voice cut through the seemingly pleasant atmosphere.

Y/N turned to him, annoyance glistening in her eyes.

"What do you think?" She spat at him.

But that remark just made Loki chuckle as he walked over to her.

"What do you want?" Y/N said, clearly not happy that Loki wasn't understanding her even a bit. Or maybe he did it on purpose, to ruin this evening even more.

"It's such a beautiful night, isn't it?" Loki leaned his body to the railing, observing Y/N's every move. Even the tiniest one.

He was fascinated by her brusque tongue and how she could change her behaviour in seconds.

"What do you want, Loki?" Y/N asked again, folding her arms on chest, feeling pissed with each second.

She just wanted to be alone. But now she was forced to stand in front of the person, who made her heart beat like crazy.

Y/N knew very well, it was a bad idea to like the God of mischief, but she couldn't help herself. She fell for his every inch the moment she first saw him. Even though he didn't spare her glance back then. There was something that pulled her to him. Like a magnet. Or maybe more like a drug.

Shivers ran through her whole body, overshadowing the feeling of coldness. Which Loki immediately noticed, taking off his cloak, putting it around her shoulders.

"I just wanted to admire dress I sent you." Loki's eyes sparkled softly, turning Y/N speechless.

She didn't dare to dream that it could've been him, sending her those. And actually, she forgot about that little mission of hers, after she got so badly embarrassed.

Y/N wanted to ask him so many questions in that moment, wanting to turn down his smug smile. But first of all, she poked Loki's chest, to be sure he's real and not just her imagination. Even though that cloak seemed pretty much real to her, warming her body.

When the tip of her finger actually touched the leather surface, she looked at him shocked. As if she just realized everything was true.

Loki was calmly standing there, looking at her with clear interest. Y/N was different from others, in his eyes.

"I suppose you like them." Loki chuckled, catching Y/N's hand, before she could take it back.

"W...why?" Y/N whispered, looking down at her hand in his.

It didn't make sense.

Nothing did anymore.

"You needed confidence and I wanted to see you in dress. It's a win win."

Y/N narrowed her eyebrows in disbelief. It seemed as one crappy reason to her.

"Look. I know that you still feel more useless than the benefit. "He squeezed her hand, sending yet another wave of shivers through her body.

"But I saw, what you can do. On the missions, you're practically different person. So radiantly confident." Loki took a step forward, slowly closing the distance between them.

Y/N wanted to run away yet again. But this time from completely different reason. This was something that she didn't count between her options.

She was just looking at that Mischievous God, thinking that it must be one of his pranks.

"Do you want to know, what I saw when you were standing on the top of the stairs?" Loki made another step forward, causing their bodies to touch on all those right places.

Y/N's breath hitched in her throat, all her thoughts and rational reasons vanishing. Like if she was drunk or drugged.

And she really was. Intoxicated by his scent, voice, heat of his body and even those damn eyes. But Y/N nodded almost desperately, eager to hear his voice again.

"Confident dazzling Goddess."

Moans were bubbling in Y/N's throat, as Loki hit all those right strings, making her weak in the knees. But Loki leaned even closer and whispered to her ear.

"I saw Deity."

Embarrassment and fear was no longer in Y/N's body system. As if Loki casted a spell over her. She turned her head a little, just to be able to look at him.

"You liked that?" Y/N asked, biting her lower lip.

"Damn, I love it." He licked his lips before attacking hers.

"What do you think?" Thor asked happily, pointing at the balcony.

"That we have two problems now." Sighed Steve, massaging bridge of his nose.

"It was your idea" Gasped Bucky and Peter in disbelief.

"Peter?" Everyone turned to the youngest.

"What?"

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ayma-nidiot · 4 years ago

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“Don’t Speak Their Names” - Shrimpshipping fic Chapter 17

This chapter on AO3 can be found here.

Chapter 17 - Proud Daughter

“Wow, Rex, you look like you went on quite the shopping trip!” Ptera observed as her son got in the back seat of the car with Weevil.

“I bought all my school supplies.” Rex sheepishly revealed his debit card. “I hope you don’t mind.”

“Quite the contrary.” Ptera ruffled Rex’s hair. “You’re coming to class prepared. I’m so proud of you, mi hijo. ”

“Hehe… Thanks.”

Ptera noticed the bag with the fetal doppler. “Oh? What’s that?

“I saw a doctor on campus today.” Rex was careful not to mention a word about Spinos. “And no, it didn’t cost me a dime. Bet you didn’t know that healthcare is free for all students, whether it’s at the hospital or at the university.”

Amber noticed that the back seat was fairly full, and elected to take the front seat. “Um… Hello, ma’am.”

“Who’s this, Rex? A new friend of yours?” Ptera asked as the car took off.

“Yeah. Her name’s Amber… Say, Amber, I just realized something. You never told us your surname or your middle name.”

“That’s because I don’t have either one. Believe it or not, there are people in the world who don’t.”

“Is that so? Well, I learn something new every day.”

“That’s not hard for you, dino brain.” Weevil laughed.

“Speaking of which, Mom… The reason I went to the doctor was to get an ultrasound of my baby. You’re going to have a happy, healthy granddaughter!”

“You should name her after me, haha! I hope she gets my wild purple hair and personality.” Ptera invited Amber into the house. “Adelaide and your mama just came home from a long shift at work, so don’t wake them up until it’s time for dinner.”

“Ma’am, can I help?” Amber offered as she retrieved a satchel from her handbag. “I mean, I’ll admit I’m not the best cook around, but… I know how to cook bee larvae.”

“Say whaaat? In that case, knock yourself out!” Weevil happily consented.

“Y-Yes, well… Go right ahead.” This notion creeped Ptera out a little bit.

“Now I can just get right into studying, without worrying about looking for my favourite food.” Weevil laid down on the sofa with a cushion under his head. As usual, Rex turned it to one of his favourite channels, the Discovery Channel. Weevil paid the T.V. no heed as he began to study, propping his legs on a loveseat. “Which, by the way, I haven’t been able to find in a while. Where ever did you find it, Amber?”

“Oh, just… Just looking around.” Amber whistled as she and Ptera cooked. While she left the skillet on, she began to prepare salad, as that was the only other thing she knew how to make. “My father actually owns a well-off apiary and is an avid lover of insects. He’s the reason why I’m an insect duelist. I also have some of our honey with me, if you want some.”

“So you are rich!” Rex grumbled. Having little desire to study, he pulled out his laptop and switched the T.V. to the news. “That explains why you’re such a smartass.”

“I’d love to meet this fellow insect duelist,” Weevil mused. “And what better way to introduce ourselves than through Duel Monsters?”

“Haha…” Amber gave a halfhearted chuckle. Dinner was ready, and she offered Weevil a small bowl of fried bee larvae. “I’m sure of that…”

A reporter from the T.V. put this conversation on hold. “We just received breaking news that monsters have been spotted in various parts of Domino City and around the world. Sightings have not been prevalent, but said monsters have caused wreckage in several small towns and isolated areas. We will keep you posted on these latest monster attacks.”

“Oh great, this again?” Rex facepalmed as he recalled the mess that the Orichalcos caused. “As if one or two monster attacks weren’t enough…”

“What do you mean, ‘again?’” Ptera raised an eyebrow.

“Uh… Forget you heard that.” Rex had never told his parents about said Orichalcos mess or the fairly recent Red-Eyes Black Dragon attack. Or about his shapeshifting abilities, for that matter. And forget about the time travelling and KC Grand Tournament! Rex wasn’t thankful that, unlike Weevil, he had no ability to bullshit. “Just… uh… Whoa! What was that?”

Rex could hear a loud sound; though it was in the distance, its source was strong enough to shake the ground and wake up Adelaide and Tricera.

“Oh my gods, could it be an earthquake?” Tricera worried.

“No, an earthquake would be more consistent than that,” Adelaide answered. “But hust in case, I’ll call the police and report it.”

“Then… Then maybe the monsters from the news are real!” Ptera turned the burner off and approached her son. “Rex. You know something that the rest of us don’t, don’t you?”

“Mom…” I suppose there’s no hiding it now. “You’re not going to believe this, but I-” A knocking from the front door prevented Rex from speaking further. “I’ll get that.”

“Who could be knocking at our door at a time like this?” Ptera wondered. “I hope none of you ordered pizza or something.”

“Maybe it’s the press,” Adelaide suggested. “They could be here to ask us about monster sightings.”

“...Wait.” Tricera squinted at the person who knocked on the door. “That’s-”

“Dad!” Rex was stunned to see Spinos at the door. “What are you doing here?”

“You…” Tricera marched to the door. “You fucking bastard! How dare you show your ugly ass face at MY house!”

“W-Wait!” Spinos couldn’t stop the tall, strong Tricera from seizing him by the collar and punching his face.

“How the hell did you even find us?” Ptera asked. “You’ve been stalking us, haven’t you?”

“P-Ptera…”

“ ¡Vete al diabolo, puta madre! ” Ptera clocked Spinos really hard on the other cheek.

“Please, Ptera, there is no time!” Spinos disregarded the stings from the punches on both sides of his cheeks. “There are monsters coming this way!”

“And you expect me to believe you?” Ptera thundered. “If I couldn’t trust you 20 years ago, how do you expect me to trust you now?”

“Mrs. Raptor, he’s not lying!” Amber pointed to the sky from which several flying monsters came. “Look!”

“Oh, gods…” Ptera watched as the monsters shot lasers that destroyed nearby homes. “They’re going to destroy my house that I’ve worked so hard to save up for!”

The monsters… Weevil trembled as he heard the horrified screams of the unfortunate people who lost their homes - and would soon lose their lives, if he didn’t do something about it.

“Weeves?” Rex knelt down to Weevil’s eye level. “What’s wrong?”

“Nobody can save these people… except me…” The ground underneath Weevil began to quake. His heart raced uncontrollably fast, and a red-and-purple aura emanated from it.

“Weeves, snap out of it!” Rex seized Weevil’s shoulders as the bug duelist fell deeper into his trance.

“Leave me alone!” Weevil shoved Rex off of him. He hadn’t fully shifted since last year’s Halloween Tournament, but was fully prepared to do it to save his boyfriend’s home. “You guys need to stay behind!”

“Weevil, don’t do it!” Ptera cried. “You can’t face them all by yourself!”

“...Actually, Mom, he can.” Rex watched as once again, Weevil transformed into Earthbound God Uru. Only this time, rather than causing harmless mischief, Weevil had every intent to kill any monster who would dare oppose him. Just the presence of his spider form, looming over his enemies larger than even KaibaCorp Tower, intimidated foe and friend alike.

“M-Master Weevil!” Adelaide couldn’t believe it. “What is happening to you?”

“Leave my home alone, you bastards!” Weevil shot a string of spider webs at the enemies who attacked him.

“Gaaah!” Two of the enemies fell to their deaths.

“He’s… something else, isn’t he?” Spinos observed.

“You know it…” Rex could only sit there and watch his boyfriend wreck havoc on his enemies, and hope that Weevil wouldn’t completely lose his mind out there.

“Wait, where’s Amber?” Tricera asked after a brief look in the house. “She’s gone!”

“I didn’t see her in the backyard, either!” spoke Ptera.

“Oh… Oh, no…” Rex’s good mood faded. “Did she get captured?”

The apparent leader of these enemies, Cyber Dragon Infinity, answered, “No, but I’m about to capture your precious little boyfriend! Who, by the way, isn’t looking so good over there.”

“It’s… happening again…” Weevil stared at the blood on his spider legs, and the blood he shed throughout the concrete. “I… have killed someone… again…”

“Well, why don’t we put you out of your misery, eh?” Cyber Dragon Infinity ordered his underling, an Armored Bee, “Activate your special ability!”

“With pleasure!” The Armored Bee rushed at Weevil full-speed, shouting, “Poison Stinger!”

“Ah… I feel… weak…” Weevil passed out and shifted to human form.

“Hah!” Cyber Dragon Infinity looked down upon Rex and his family. “Some ‘almighty, powerful Earthbound God,’ huh?”

Rex stepped forward, and already he half-shifted. “I’ll show you yet…”

“What is the meaning of this?” Cyber Dragon Infinity cackled as Rex transformed. “Do you, the puny Creepy Coney, honestly think that you can take down a monster as strong as I? By yourself? Hah! Your brain must be smaller than that of an actual rabbit!”

“Shut up!” Rex charged, only to be blown back rather easily by the Armored Bee and forced to revert forms. “O-Ow!!” he cried in pain while rubbing his belly.

“Rex!” Ptera knelt to her son’s side and cried. “You fucking idiot! Why did you do that?”

“Now that Uru is out of my way, there’s nothing standing in between your ruddy home and I! Die, the lot of you!”

Cyber Dragon Infinity couldn’t even begin to charge his attack, when out of nowhere, a shapeshifter with white-and-pink wings flew onto the scene. “You will do no such thing!” she declared as she shot an arrow at the Armored Bee, killing it instantly.

Rex already knew who this shapeshifter was. “Amber! There you are!”

“Leave my family alone!” Amber continued to shoot arrows at Cyber Dragon Infinity.

“You… You are…” Cyber Dragon Infinity was truly scared, yet tried to fend off Amber with attacks of his own - but not without sustaining severe injuries himself. “Pah! I don’t give two figs who you are! You’re severely outnumbered! Here, why don’t I give you a fresh reminder of that?” The dragon shot a quick beam of light, nicking Amber’s wings.

“Yeooooow!” Amber retracted her wings as she fell back to the ground. Though she was too weak to even half-shift, that didn’t stop her from pursuing Cyber Dragon Infinity. “Give Weevil back this instant!”

“Hmm… How about no? I’m not going to waste the little energy I have left on a monster that is clearly stronger than me. You get to keep your heads and your home for today! Be thankful!”

And with that, Cyber Dragon Infinity flew off with Weevil in tow.

“Tch!” Amber turned her attention to Rex. “Why, oh gods, why, Rex? Why did you attack an enemy that is clearly stronger than you?”

“That’s just the Raptor way, haha…” Rex had strength to stand up by himself. “...Wait. Amber? Is that you?”

Amber now had long mint-green hair with lavender sideburns and bowl-cut bangs. Her pupils were small and indigo. Rex didn’t think it was possible, but she looked even more beautiful than ever before. “It, um… seems my wig and contacts came off during that fight.”

“Amber…” Rex walked up to Amber to get a better look at her face. “Who are you, really?”

“I have lied to you all this time, Rex… Forgive me.” Amber calmed down a little before she began to explain herself. “So you know how you time travelled to the past with the pharaoh? I have done the same thing… I come from the future - a ruined future. I’m here to prevent that future from happening.”

“Uh-huh.” After all he had been through with Atem and Kaiba, Rex believed every word Amber said. Still, he found it curious that people could travel from the future. He thought that Amber would have had it all over there - the best technology, the toughest opponents, and the strongest cards. If she wanted to escape that, then something truly messed up must have happened.

“Everyone I know from that future is dead… My kid brother… My boyfriend… Even my mother!” Amber teared up. “Everyone I knew! They… They all died trying to protect me!”

“Amber…” Rex rubbed Amber’s back. “I’m sorry. I can’t say I know what you’re going through, but… I really am sorry.”

“But now… I can see you again… You’re alive, Papa!”

Rex’s eyes opened wide. “What did you just call me?”

“I’m not just Amber… I’m Ambrosia Camellia Ptera Raptor, the proud daughter of Weevil and Rex Raptor.” Amber lightly touched Rex’s baby bump. “I’m your daughter from the future!”

“So… that explains why you know about Mom, and about shapeshifters…” Rex began to cry too. “Forgive me, my daughter… You deserved better from me than one bow and a world of troubles… I’m sorry.”

Amber could finally release her emotions that she kept bottled up since her mother’s death. “Papa! Oh my gods, Papa…” she cried loudly into Rex’s chest. “I… I never thought that I could hug you again… You’re alive and breathing! I can’t… I can’t believe it!”

“Shh… I’m here, Amber…” Rex ran his fingers through his future daughter’s hair and wiped away some of her tears.

“You’re… breathing…” Amber held her ear to Rex’s chest to hear his heart beating. “And… you’re alive… This is… Oh, my gods… I’m sorry, I’m just so happy right now.”

“There, there…” Rex smiled while he cried. “We’re going to save your father, too. Or… Hold on a second.”

“Yes?” Amber stopped crying and looked at Rex curiously.

“ Weevil is the father, right?”

“Uh-huh. That would make you my mother.”

“I knew it…” Rex shook his head. “I wonder if I’m going to bottom for him again. Not that I would mind that…”

“Come on, Papa, there’s no need to be embarrassed about it!” Amber laughed and poked Rex’s cheek.

Still feeling confused about everything that had happened, Ptera spoke up. “So… that makes you my granddaughter, doesn’t it? You’re the little baby Rex is carrying.”

“That’s right.”

“First this time travelling, then this whole shapeshifter thing…” Spinos spoke. “I have made many discoveries as a paleontologist, but this one really takes the cake.”

“Why are you still here, scumbag?” Ptera growled.

“Please, Grandma…” Amber begged. “I know what Grandpa did was unforgivable, but in my future, he died protecting both you and me. I ask that you give him a chance.”

“I ask the same,” Rex concurred. “It was Dad who told me about the doctor, and if it wasn’t for him, I would have no idea how to care for my daughter… for baby Amber.”

“Hmph!” Ptera still wasn’t wholly comfortable with this idea. “Fine. Since we’re both interested in Rex’s safety, I’ll cooperate with you. But do not expect to ever become friends with me. EVER.”

“Thank you so much, Ptera… No matter how long it takes, I’ll do what I can to earn your trust once again.”

“So what do we do now?” Tricera questioned. “Weevil has been kidnapped, and there are monsters roaming the city… We’ve got quite a matter on our hands.”

“I know of a club who can help stop this mess,” replied Amber. “But I ask anyone who’s not a shifter to stay behind, for your own safety.”

“No!” Adelaide refused. “After all Master Weevil has done for me, I can’t just leave him alone, suffering in gods know where… I’m coming, too!”

“Weevil is part of my family, too,” Ptera declared. “We’re all in this together.”

“And I’m sure this is a really good reason to call off of work,” Tricera added. “It’s times like these that remind me why I’m thankful to be a reputable employee.”

“Nana…”

“It feels a bit weird being called that, I gotta say.”

“Well, what I gotta say is how damned proud I am that you’re named after me!” Ptera laughed. “I mean, I wish you took my given name, but I guess I’ll settle for middle name.”

“Hahaha!” Amber already began to walk in the direction of the university. “Well, what are we waiting for? I wanna go save Daddy!”

“Wait, Amber, before we go…”

“Yes, Papa?”

Rex pulled out his flip phone. “Let’s meet at the café first. If things are as serious as you say, then we need all the help we can get.”

#yugioh #shrimpshipping #mpreg #fanfiction #ygo #ryuhaga #rex raptor #weevil underwood #dinosaur ryuzaki #insector haga #I legit cried while writing this the first time T_T

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An Invincible Summer - ShanaStoryteller, AO3

Link: Here!!

Rating: T for read the warnings, but don’t worry too much because of them

Favorite Quote(s): I legit wanna tattoo this next quote on me somewhere

"Oh, the things that can be accomplished through ignorance of their impossibility,"

And this Straight Up Fact

“There’s no such thing as cheating as long as you win,” Natsu says, and the brat’s not wrong.

This one’s just funny

“Chouza,” Inoichi forces himself to say evenly, “Your teachings produced Ebisu and goddamned Gai.”

“Genma’s pretty normal though,” Chouza sighs, “I never could get through to that boy.”

Gently Gai casually caring about Kakashi’s well-being is my entire reason for living, speaking of which if someone wants to come be my Gai that’d be really fucking nice because us Kakashi’s don’t do too well on our own

He hesitates, but says, "Not that I do not find your newfound mentorship to be a most youthful endeavor, but -"

"I don't know," Kakashi interrupts his friend, "I met her while she was taking her genin exam and she, I don't know, adopted me or something. She just keeps showing up."

Gai nods thoughtfully, "Stubbornness is a useful skill to have when trying to cultivate a friendship with you." Kakashi elbows the other man, but doesn't protest besides that. "She's a good cook."

And this one because I love it when people Get It, ya’know?

That's really why he won't say anything, why he won't reveal that the Kyuubi's container and the fourth Hokage's child is still alive: they already killed him once. Naruto and Shikamaru are the same age, they would have been in the same class, and the idea that anyone could want to harm his innocent, precious son makes his blood boil

And this one, for accuracy

"This sounds like a most youthful endeavor. I will bring Anko! She will fan the flames of youth in our young Konoha blossom!"

Both Itachi and Kakashi look at Gai, horrified. "Please don't," Itachi says weakly, like he knows it'll fall on deaf ears but he has to try anyway.

"Don't worry," Gai attempts to assure them, going into his Good Guy pose, "They will produce youthful flames of feminine excellence!"

"They're going to burn down Konoha," Kakashi says flatly.

Gai's hair and teeth sparkle in the sunlight, and he doesn't attempt to deny it.

Another important one

"The world is a terrible place," she says, and she has to swallow before she speaks again, "and it's full of terrible people. But I don't have to be one of them."

I love that Natsu-chan has great balance, this is my number one favorite character trope, and I wish more people would write it

She bends down to look at him upside down, and Itachi can feel that she's not using chakra to stick onto him, and sometimes her balance just isn't logical.

I just love the idea of tiny genius Naruto, and I love that Natsu-chan is a seal master at like, fucking seven and a half lol

Itachi knows it's actually far more complicated than that, but just as he does not tell her minutia of the past shinobi wars in their history lessons, she does not overcomplicate her explanations of sealing. Usually he's grateful for that, but when she appears to break every known law to sealing and chakra, he's not.

"That's," he blinks and he's not going to tell her it's impossible because it clearly isn't, "new," he settles on.

A mood honestly

Inoichi now feels the urge to bang his head against the table top, because 'a huge pain' to Natsu is 'literally impossible' to everyone else.

Another mood honestly

Inoichi watches his former genin dig in with resignation. “When are you guys going to start picking up the tab? Feeding you all isn’t cheap you know.”

Hana swallows her mouthful, “Sensei, I am but a lone healer’s apprentice –“

“I have been a chunin less than a month,” Kabuto pouts, wounded, “and already you seek to profit-“

“Do you have any idea how much sealing paper and ink costs?” Natsu demands.

“Okay, okay,” Inoichi grumbles, but it’s not very effective considering he’s smiling, “I take it back, jeez.”

Okay so, since this is a 100k+ word fic, I’ve been doing this thing lately literally just now on this fic review where I only feature quotes from the first chapter (Depending on length.) but, I’m making an exception because I’ve never seen these three characters and my thoughts on them summed up so well by someone I don’t know which is to say anyone, no one I know cares about my interests really lol

"Maybe a little," he admits grudgingly, "Sakura's really smart, but she acts dumb for some reason. And her endurance is really bad. She probably would have been failed on that alone if she didn't have such good aim with shuriken. And Sasuke's good at like, everything, I still don't get why he didn't graduate earlier. He's just so-" Kiba rubs his hand over his face.

"So what?" Hana prompts, even though she's heard this particular complaint before.

"Sad," the genin sighs, "He's miserable all the time, and he works hard and if you yell at him for long enough he'll work with you, but - crap, I don't know. He's got this really great poker face so you think he's just a big jerk, but I can smell his emotions, the big idiot, and he's just this sad lonely kid who won't listen to anyone."

Hana hums, because if she opens her mouth she'll probably start cursing the Hokage and his dumb rules and his dumb ideas, and that is not the type of thing that leads to a long life.

Just one last quote because dudes, guys, pals, friends of mine it’s important and you should all stop and read it.

“Thanks for being cool with – everything. I’m really happy you’re not mad at me for not being honest with you.”

“You are my friend,” Gaara says warmly, “and you have always been honest about that.”

Words & Chapter(s): 136,306 words of greatness, and 6 full chapters of nicely done completion

Summary: When Naruto is five, he's gutted by a drunken civilian and presumed dead.

Six months later a girl with ash pale hair and dark blue eyes enters the Academy.

(Guys I swear on my cool as fuck username, and all around internet personality as practically satan and probably Lucifer and whatnot that nobody we like stays dead or severely injured)

Score: 13, this is one of my favorites for a reason, this is actually my second technically third time rereading this in as many weeks

Pairing(s): Uchiha Sasuke/Uzumaki Naruto Hatake Kakashi/Umino Iruka, background Haku/Zabuza, but don’t worry anything you’re thinking of is addressed quite nicely in the fic ultra background but still there’s a lot of relationships and I’m not going to tag them all

Warning(s): Naruto technically dies more than once because this is Naruto we’re talking about but they also technically don’t??? You gotta read it, but basically temporary character death, only the bad guys stay dead in this one.

Nobody knows that Naru-chan lived so there’s that angst for you, however, to be fair it’s not like this whole story is just characters mourning and crying and whatnot, at this point it’s mostly just passing thoughts and memories which, again, to be fair, does almost feel worse at times... Huh, regardless it’s not overly angsty

Kakashi is adopted whether he likes it or not by Natsu-chan, we love both of our emotionally fucked over fair-haired ninja in this house so you won’t have to worry about that sorta fic coming outta nowhere from me BTW... but anyways, Kakashi freaks out a bit, much like the abused dog he always reminds me of, but Natsu is the sweetest and most gentle, yet forceful person he could’ve possibly caught the attention of. (This is canon)

The Akatsuki are still bad, BUT ITACHI ISN’T technically SO WHO FUCKING CARES!!!! (The Massacre still happens tho...)

Mentions of The Flower District and what that implies, and also things a Kunoichi might definitely do

Oh my fucking god the Hyuga... Who would willingly do something so horrible as that? Of all the things... Warning for... The Hyuga branch family situation, it’s dealt with nearly as soon as we are informed but, gods, my blood ran cold, and my face whited out, my sister thought someone had died when she saw my face haha,,, who the fuck does this? And do they die? In canon I mean? I think I only watched up to the chunin exams or Pein’s attack, I can’t remember which tho...

Natsu cries because people are nice to her sometimes. And honestly that’s fair, I burst into to tears once because I imagined someone kissing my forehead softly so, Natsu is completely valid... Sidenote, I’m touch-starved and have no cure for this beyond younger siblings and my cat because I don’t have the ability to ask my mom for a hug without literally gross sobbing and I have A Thing about embarrassment sooooo... yeah if anyone has some therapy justu for me that’d be nice

Mentions of Gross Men that apparently want to have Natsu’s increasingly growing collection of the absolute most dangerous people she can befriend pay them a visit. And by that, I mean an old fuckwit has the gall to leer at a TEN-YEAR-OLD and a FUCKING THIRTEEN-YEAR-OLD!!!!!! Ugh, I hate those kinds of pathetic worms.

On that note, there is technically underaged things going on, but they are also Ninja soooo???? They’ve killed people and are technically in their version of an army, and by the laws of their lands they’re all adults, actually I’m pretty sure by shinobi life expectancy Kakashi is middle-aged, Inoichi is a senior citizen, and Hiruzen is a walking corpse tbh

Alcoholism??? I don’t really think it is but I’m not sure, but some characters do drink often, and usually when stressed courtesy of Natsu and co. but still... I don’t actually know if it is because it doesn’t actually happen much, more like every few weeks/months

Mentions of past sexual assault, and attempted past sexual assault, neither happen in fic or to any of our main characters, the experiences are not graphic though they do talk about it in chapter five, it’s not to graphically described.

Also, a bunch of off-screen lemon

A Thing (That I copy-pasted from the author so that all of you will see it and not say a single word against it.): If you thought Natsu was too mature for her age - she has seen and been through some really horrible shit. But also: my cousin has, since he was like 4, hung out with kids that were about 4 years older than him because those were the kids that were in his neighborhood or whatever. Point being, even after he started school, his main group of friends was consistently older than him. He very quickly adapted to that, and to this day (he's 12) hangs out with that same group, and considers children his own age 'kids' because he adapted to the behavior of the group he was surrounded with. I hardly believe Natsu would be any different.

And also

4. Quick little note because some people mentioned liking my portrayal of the Sandaime. I base his decisions/motivations (and Itachi and Danzo's to a certain extent) around this quote by Clementine von Radics: "It is so hard to live half monster, to hurt everything you love by trying to protect it wrong."

Pros: Watching Natsu just casually disregard the idea of gender with little to no thought is the greatest thing anyone will ever experience beyond, I dunno, the party we’re all gonna collectively throw when soggy Cheeto dies (I still haven’t decided which song we should make chart number one when that happens)

Given that I’ve technically read this three times you should already know the writing is fucking amazing, like, whoa, mind blown type of amazing, like, wow, so good, I usually hate rereading something I’ve read before, and especially so soon after the fact but geez Louis is this fic amazing

Natsu is just as easy to fall in love with as Naruto, and they are still the same people with slightly different personalities as is to be realistically expected with a situation like Naru’s was.

Also, GENDERFLUID REPRESENTATION DONE FUCKING AMAZINGLY IS ALWAYS A PLUS!!!!!!!

The author manages to convey a very realistic genderfluid character in an incredibly believable manner, while also still keeping Natsu/Naruto themself. They’re still the Naruto that we knew and loved, but they’re different too, as is to be expected. when Natsu is a girl no-one stumbles, she is a girl without a doubt, even the author doesn’t trip up on societal expectations, and when Naruto is a boy there is next to immediate acceptance of this fact with absolutely zero (0) Zero bullshit from transphobes, which, as a genderfluid person myself, is always fucking nice to see. You’ll have to read it to know more though.

Natsu running around creating seals is honestly the greatest thing ever, and the end scene with the village made me cry a lil bit, and dammit this fic is so fucking good!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

So, there’s a scene, where Natsu heals Kakashi, and the way the author handled explaining the intimate not sexual relationship between two of my favorite characters ever is just, so subtly beautiful, the sibling-bond these two have is beautiful, and a part of me wants to cry sometimes when I read it, and usually do cry a little when I get to this scene, and only partially because of what happened directly before it.

I love the way everybody just gets up and moves past their trauma and just decides to politely ignore it, oh they still have it, they still deal with it, but they care, and they are careful about it, and even though it hurts them like a knife-wound to the kidney in slow-motion they still get back up and keep fucking going. That’s hella admirable and I can respect that, I can respect even more that they slowly but surely let themselves heal as time moves on. This fic is beautiful on so many different levels but it is this one perhaps, that is the most magnificent. Perhaps.

Sasuke is adorable and depressing and adorable and I love it. And Ino is still a bad bitch but she’s a kid so we only see it like a handful of times in the first two chapters. The Akimichi/Yamanaka/Nara are all great, and I occasionally pity Inionchicause like, he’s putting up with a well-informed seal genius that’s still hyper, a slightly frightening medic-kunoichi with giant dogs, another slightly more frightening medic-nin who isn’t the greatest fighter but damn can he be intimidating and also really good at pointing out “Certain Things” while judging you about them which, honestly, is my greatest pastime. Itachi is so sweet and then so tragic oh my gods, and Natsu never even considers giving up on him. Kakashi is so sweet, and he slowly becomes less of a beaten dog as time goes on and I just love all of these characters.

Except for Hiruzen. Well, no, I still love this particular incarnation of Hiruzen, for all that he’s got one hell of a pathetically small backbone, I get why he does shit. But that doesn’t make me happy. Still, he’s better than dumbledouchebag. Granted that’s not difficult, and you might have to actively put an effort in to be as bad as that guy, but still. Plus, his hearts in the right place, and he’s less about the greater good then... certain disgraces to teaching and being in charge of a large group of people... Hiruzen is actually kinda sweet and admits he has issues and actually has an excuse that’s understandable for the shit that he pulls which is great, if sadly uncommon.

Anyways, Sakura is terrifying, and I remembered why I had a crush on her. She’s so badass, also, she ends up Princess Mononoke basically which, honestly, is fucking great, and the best thing we could’ve asked for, I love all of these characters so much!!!

Aesthetic: It reminds me off beefy stew (We don’t eat beef, so we used vegan soy beef stuff instead, and it was just as good.) it reminds me of the warmth, and friendship, and home that I felt after my mom and I make dinner together with nothing but a little music on and jokes passing back and forth between us. It reminds me of scraping my knee and having my friends help me to their mom, it reminds me of loyalty and compassion. It reminds me of dancing outside at night, alone in the forest with nothing but the moon for company and wind for music. It reminds me of the first time I realized that I could love someone despite their gender and that I should despite mine. It reminds me of finely spun handmade lace, and all it’s delicate while also reminding me of the sturdiest of steels, it reminds me of so much. It reminds me of acceptance, and understanding, and so much more. If I were to say what food and drink it reminds me of, I’d say chicken noodle soup, and sweet lavender-lemon tea.

Music Aesthetic: So, I made a playlist while I was reading this the first time around, and instead of a gif or twenty like I would usually prefer to do I’m going to add that playlist. https://www.youtube.com/playlist?list=PLbhXmTSBbAyjk0m1b4BZUp3t0RHL83LDK

But if I were to add a gif or two it’d be these

Because something about this fic reminds me of rainy days with tea and baggy clothes.

Every time Natsu/Naruto decided to fight ever, to be honest.

#sasunaru #naruto x sasuke #Sasuke x Naruto #Satan has great taste in: SasuNaru #kakairu #Satan has great taste in: KakaIru #long fic #Long Read #over 100k #Naruto #It's another Naruto one #sasuke #fem!naruto #sorta #genderfluid!naruto #give it a chance #trust me #fic rec

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euphorianyx · 6 years ago

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Daddy Issues [Sunset] -26-

Pairing: JungKook & Reader Genre: Smut, Fluff, Angst Summary: A top student, marks always high. College was not a dream for her…Except she didn’t have enough money. Her parents never earned much so they literally took care of themselves. Her boss acting like a dick towards her she quit her job. Even though she had no idea what she let herself into this was her only option.

Other Chapters

Hoseok frowned on the other side of the phone and his voice was deeper than usual.

“Spill...”

YoonHae smiled as she raised her eyebrows. She knew The Ghost would never let someone know who he is. If they knew they must not be alive.

“It's Y/N...”

His eyes were squinted because the name was not familiar at all. Still deep in his thoughts, he did not speak until he heard the second name he was very familiar with.

“Jeon JungKook’s girl”

Now a big smile took place on his thinnish lips as his tone was mockingly calm.

“I thought that was you, wasn’t it?”

This time it was YoonHae’s turn to frown as Hoseok kept talking.

“You want me to go after your prey like a dog, don’t you?”

YoonHae took a deep breath and put her annoying smile back on as her voice got lower.

“Let's think of this as a favor, hmm? Ahh... you better take of things quick because she is very close.”

The line died as Hoseok pressed his lips together. It was interesting that a simple girl was hot on his trail but still dangerous because she was Jeon’s girl. Hoseok needed a good plan... A very good one.

After the line died she thought for a mere moment. YoonHae made her way towards Father Jeon’s room with her heels making clicking sounds on the marble floor. She waited for a moment for his assistant to inform him. When the blonde girl in red shirt and black skirt walked out she held the door open.

“He is waiting for you, Miss Kwon.”

YoonHae casually walked in with a wide smile and greeted the man in front of her. Father Jeon did not move from his seat at all as he only gave back a small nod of his head. YoonHae took a seat in front of the big desk and crossed her legs.

“I took care of a little problem for both of us.”

Father Jeon raised an eyebrow at her questioningly.

“Y/N...”

When he heard the name Father Jeon squinted his eyes.

“How exactly did you do that?”

His voice was calm and collected yet eyes were burning.

“The Ghost is after her now.”

So what the shadow did not finish was in the ghost’s hands now. He did not have anything to say because he wanted to get rid of you too. Actually, it was going to be better for him to stay out of this. JungKook was still stupidly in love with you so he would not be able to blame his father at least

JungKook loosened his maroon silk tie that was completing his full black perfectly fit suit. He walked towards the main door to talk to YugYeom. YugYeom fixed his position and greeted JungKook with a simple head move but hands still tied in front. JungKook’s hands were each side of his waist and his voice was raspy.

“I need you to take Y/N to my home and make sure she stays in there safe.”

YugYeom furrowed his eyebrows.

“What's wrong?”

JungKook closed his eyes for a second and took a deep breath.

“The Ghost”

He did not need to say anything else because YugYeom already knew The Ghost was big trouble. He almost ran till the end of the long hallway. Clicking on his earbud he talked to the head of the security team.

“Pick 4 of your bests and meet me at the main entrance. Others will stay in the company.”

After he knocked on the door of JungKook’s room and waited for your response.

“Come in”

Your voice was very casual and calm so he realized you did not really know what you were in for. YugYeom walked in and greeted you politely. He looked well-groomed in his classic dark blue suit and white shirt.

“Miss Y/N... Mr. Jeon wanted me to make sure you arrive at his home safely.”

You could not help but arch an eyebrow.

“So he was serious about it.”

You wanted to roll your eyes but held back yourself because YugYeom was just doing what he was told in the end. The Grand Cherokee was waiting for you by the door when you arrived.

Yugyeom opened the door for you. You took one last look at him and he nodded for you to get in. The car moved after he took the seat next to you. You smiled at him kindly.

“You didn’t really need to come Johan is already doing enough.”

YugYeom paid you a serious stare even though his voice was calm.

“This is not something Johan can handle Miss Y/N.”

Then you noticed the black car following you behind. After a dramatic sigh you replied.

“I still think this is too much.”

YugYeom did not say anything else so the rest of the ride was silent. When you finally arrived at the mansion you grabbed your phone to talk to your family. You had to explain why you would not be back. Thank god you said it was a between two programs so things were not going to be that hard with them.

YugYeom made you wait in the car while checking all around the house. Finally, he decided it was safe so you could walk in. Then he was still busy with deploying the professional men all around the house so nobody could infiltrate into the mansion. Then he gathered the housemaids to the living room.

“Listen if you ever suspect anything or see something different around you have to inform me immediately, understand?”

They all nodded in unison.

Hoseok grabbed his most comfortable dark sweatpants and a leather jacket. Driving faster than he usually did, he parked the car two streets away from the crossroad of the mansion. Having to walk the rest of the way he was very careful to keep quiet.

When he got closer enough he crouched down to watch around with his binoculars. Spotting five men one by one he quietly sighed. While waiting he realized someone was parking a car. Taking his uniform could get him inside.

With quick steps by the walls, he ended up behind the driver. His left hand covered his mouth while the right one was on his neck. Soon he was unconscious on the ground. Dragging him back Hoseok took his uniform off and changed into them.

He rang the bell and turned around. One of the maids opened the door. Looking down he turned around and walked in. The young maid literally saw him for a few seconds yet not even his full-face so she did not suspect anything at all.

He already knew which room you were in so he made his way upstairs quickly. Checking both sides of the hallway, he tried the doorknob. A big smile took place on his heart-shaped face because you were careless enough not to lock it.

You were sitting in front of the nightstand to take off your golden earrings but when you lifted your head your eyes met the stranger. The silver gun pointed at you Hoseok melodically spoke with a deep voice.

“Hello, sweet thing. I would love to introduce myself but you already know me, don’t you?”

While turning around you stumbled.

“The Ghost...”

A small smirk grew up on his lips.

“Well done...”

Then he handed you the phone that was lying on the nightstand.

“Now let's call that flashy friend, hmm? Tell him that you saw someone from the window...”

You tried to call YugYeom while your hands were still shaking. Taking a deep breath you tried your best. You closed your eyes in desperation as YugYeom took the bait. Hoseok smiled as he knew all the men would go there because he left a voice recorder with his footsteps echoing there.

His plan going smooth, he dragged you out of the mansion. With you, in front, you were in the middle of the garden when YugYeom and the security team in black came back running.

Hoseok told you to keep quiet and dragged you by the wall. He pulled out a small controller from his pocket. When he pressed a big button all the lights went off. YugYeom shouted in the depth of the night.

“You left, You right... You come with me...”

Hoseok was smiling as he dragged you to the main entrance easily. He made you pull your hoodie and you two got lost by the darkness. He drove towards the old warehouse out of the city. Turning the lights on he showed you a wooden chair.

“Sit”

Hoseok grabbed a solid rope and made a perfect firm knot then pulled up another chair. He sat down in front of you with a wide smile on his lips. His right hand grabbed your face by your chin.

“Y/N... I was wondering how someone could be a rival for Kwon YoonHae but I see it now. As expected from King Jeon... You are such a beauty.”

Afraid to say anything you just kept staring down when he let go of you. His phone rang tearing up the uncomfortable silence. A woman's voice faintly filled your ears but you could not understand what she said.

“Done”

Was Hoseok’s simple response. YoonHae on the other side of the line was smiling.

“Good. Now get rid of her...”

Hoseok paid you a hair raising stare.

“I will... After my playtime.”

YugYeom searched every corner of the house but you were nowhere to be seen. Without taking any longer he called JungKook. When he finally took the phone YugYeom let out a deep heavy breath.

“Y/N... The Ghost took her.”

Almost dropping the phone JungKook’s eyes were wide. He cut the line without any response. He was going to make YugYeom pay for his mistake later but now he had no time to lose. Gritting his teeth he hit the pedal. The black Bugatti growled on the road.

Away from the city lights he finally arrived. JungKook never wanted to see his face again but he had no other option. When he walked in, a disgustful mocking smile grew on YoonGi’s lips.

“Nothing could bring you here except Y/N...”

JungKook grabbed YoonGi by his neck.

“You need to be thankful that I did not kill you. Now do what it takes.”

YoonGi rolled his eyes with a lowly thrown fine.

“The Ghost took her.”

Was JungKook simple explanation that lingered in the air for a good minute. Still keeping a poker face YoonGi played with lighter.

“Jung Hoseok huh? His area is the other side of the city and God knows which safe house he is in. Pray that he decides to play...or we are going to be too late”

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gaylotusthatexists · 6 years ago

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Thirteen Nights - Chapter Four

Fandom: Sanders Sides

Pairings: Eventual Prinxiety

Description: The Haunted House is back in town. When Roman finds the boy of his dreams in the Haunted House, he makes it his goal to find him. But when the stranger disappears every time they lock eyes, and strange things begin to happen around the house, will Roman manage to talk to this guy before his thirteen nights are over?

aka, the one where virgil is a cryptid and roman is gay

Word Count: 1487

Notes: little later than i was hoping, but here is chapter four! hope y’all enjoy~

Taglist: @journalanxiety @applecantbebothered @quietwords-loudthoughts @xx-fandom-potato-xx @trash-can-so-do-i @bunny222 @phantomofthesanderssides @everythings-coming-up-aces @virgil-loves-princey @unknownanonymousgirl @yamihatarou @tinkslittlebelle @jani-bunny54 @noahlovescoffee @starryfirefliesbloggo @why-should-i-tell-youu @unicorndragon1-2-3 @ab-artist

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Monday 22nd October 2018

When Roman arrived at school the next morning, Patton was nowhere to be found. Not in their usual spot by the tree, not in his spot in the library, not even in registration. Which was weird. Patton almost always arrived at school before Roman, and was never late enough to miss the start of registration. What had happened?

Maybe he was ill. Except, if he was, Roman knew that Patton would text him.

Roman quickly pulled out his phone and checked his messages with Patton. When he found no texts since the morning before, he went on to check every social media that Patton had. Nothing.

He was half tempted to call him, but he couldn't do so in the middle of class, or have time in between lessons. He'd have to do it at lunch, he decided, assuming Patton didn't show up sooner.

"Roman," the teacher called, "phone."

Roman looked up, noticing the teacher standing right in front of him, with her hand held out. He frowned, confused. "Huh?"

"Your phone, Roman," she repeated. "You know it's against school rules to have your phone out in class."

Everybody was staring at him. Nothing that made Roman uncomfortable, but he had to admit that he wasn't used to those kind of stares. Annoyed glances. Snickers. He had never been caught with his phone out before.

"Now."

Roman locked his phone, and placed it in the teacher's hand.

"You can get it back at the end of the day."

"The end of the day?" Roman exclaimed. There goes his plan to call Patton at lunch.

"Yes, you heard me correctly. And it'll be detention if you say anything else."

Roman groaned, and leant back in his chair, folding his arms. This would be fine. He would get it back later, at least. And Patton was probably alright. Probably.

Roman's eyes lit up as somebody sat down opposite to him. Patton. Back at their usual lunch table, looking as great as ever.

"Patton! You're here!"

Patton laughed. "Yeah, of course I'm here?"

"You weren't here this morning," Roman stated.

"I couldn't get to school 'til second period. I did message you during first, though," he mentioned.

Roman sighed. "I had my phone confiscated in registration."

"Oh." Patton giggled. "Why did you have it out in registration?"

"I was trying to find out what the heck happened to you."

"Aw, do I really matter than much to you?"

Roman rolled his eyes, but a small smile crept onto his face. "Yeah, sure."

"So..." Patton propped his elbows up onto the table, holding his head in his hands. "What happened last night?"

Roman immediately grinned. "I talked to him!"

Patton gasped. "What'd he say?"

"He..."

Roman paused. He wasn't entirely sure if telling Patton about the entire exchange would be a good idea. The stranger was clearly in trouble. Something bad had happened to him, and perhaps he didn't want anybody else to know. Especially when Roman was the only person who could even see him.

"We just chatted. Small talk, mostly," he lied. "But he's even better up close, honestly."

Patton frowned. "What about the night before? It sounded like something had happened."

Taking in a deep breath, Roman nodded. "It... It was weird. I'm not sure what happened, exactly. Honestly, I might have dreamt it."

He hadn't dreamt it. Roman knew that. But he wasn't ready for Patton to know either. He had to get more information first.

Patton hummed. "Did you at least get his name?"

Roman shook his head. "No. Not... not quite. It begins with 'V', though, I think." He was sure that the stranger had begun to introduce his name with a 'V', before he was cut off by Roman beginning to fade away.

"V..." Patton mumbled. "I don't know anyone with a name beginning with 'V'."

"I can't even think of many names beginning with 'V'." Roman sighed. "I mean, there's 'Victor', or..." He stared at the wall behind Patton for a moment. "Nope, that's it."

Patton laughed. "Well, you'll find his name sooner or later, right?"

"Yeah! I'm, uh, I'm meeting him again tonight, at least."

"Call me afterwards to tell me how it goes?"

"Of course."

"So, can you tell me your name now?" Roman sat down besides the boy, who immediately jumped back in surprise. The world went dark, just like the night before, and Roman felt that same, strange sensation, that horrible pain. It seemed worse than last time.

"You came back," he heard the boy said, after his surroundings had returned to normal. Well, not normal, but not... like that.

"It's nice to meet you, You-Came-Back," Roman replied, sarcastically.

"That... isn't my name."

"Yeah, I know."

He blinked. "Right." He looked down to the floor. "I'm being serious, though. I wasn't expecting you to return."

Roman raised an eyebrow. "Why not?"

"I don't know. I just... thought last night was too good to be true."

"Dude," Roman said, shaking his head in disbelief. "I spend two nights trying to find and speak to you, and then I finally do on the third night but don't even get your name, and you expect me to not come back?" He laughed. "Why wouldn't I want to come back?"

"I don't know, 'cause you thought it was all too weird?" he suggested.

Roman let out a short, sharp laugh. "I do think this is all weird. But that just gives me all the more reason to come back. So, what is your name?" he asked.

"It's Virgil," the boy introduced. "Virgil Sanders."

"And I'm Roman," Roman returned, holding out a hand to shake. "Roman Prince."

Virgil looked down at Roman's hand. "I..."

"Shake it," Roman instructed.

"Oh, right." He tried to grab Roman's hand, but phased right through it. "Uh..."

Roman withdrew. "Close enough." He sighed. "Probably should have seen that coming. Even though you said yourself that you're not a ghost."

"I'm not a ghost."

"Sure you're not, buddy."

"I'm not!"

"Anyway," Roman said, changing the subject, "your name is Virgil?"

"Yes, we've gone over that," Virgil said.

"What kind of name is Virgil?"

Virgil shrugged. "The name that my parents decided upon when I was born?"

"That's... yeah."

"And your name is Roman," Virgil stated, "which, really, isn't that much better than Virgil."

"Hey, my name is awesome!"

Virgil smirked. "Sure."

"I cannot save you if you're gonna be like that."

"Be like what?" he asked, acting innocent.

"Like... like..." Roman groaned. "I don't know!"

Virgil held his hand up in an 'okay' gesture. "Great explanation there, A plus."

"God, this is getting us nowhere." Roman stood up, and walked a few steps away from the stairs, looking up at a picture on the wall. A painting of an old man, wrinkles and all, wearing a locket with the letter 'V'. Probably one of the people who used to live in this house. Although, Roman was sure that this picture wasn't hung up in the usual set up for the haunted house. And nobody else lived here, anyway. The house had been abandoned for decades.

Virgil joined Roman at his side. "His name was Virgil, too," he said. "He used to live here, lived here his whole life. I read his diary when I was bored one time."

Roman hummed. "And you have the same name."

"Yeah. I did think that was strange." He shrugged. "But that doesn't really matter. I just want to get out this hellhole."

"And you're sure you're not a ghost?"

"For the last time, I'm not a ghost!"

Roman spun around and leant against the wall. "If I'm gonna rescue you..." He tapped his foot on the ground, listening to his footsteps echo around the corridor. Some people ran by, ghostly figures. He assumed they were visitors in the haunted house. But they couldn't see him.

"Are you going to finish that thought?" Virgil asked.

"No." Roman looked down the hallway, watching the group of people exist. "Can you not just... walk out? Like everybody else?"

"I've tried," Virgil said. "Every time I try to leave the house, I just end up back inside. The furthest I've gotten is on the porch, but even then I just... end up here."

"Is that why I saw you by the front door, then? And why you just disappeared?"

"Yes."

Virgil sat down on the floor. Roman joined him, sliding down the wall as he went.

"Honestly, I've tried everything. I just can't get out." He looked down at Roman's arm, and his shoulders dropped. "You're fading again."

"What-" Roman lifted his hand up, noticing that he was, indeed, fading. "I'll come back tomorrow."

"Promise?"

"Promise."

When Roman woke up, it was still dark outside. He picked up his phone off his bedside table. 4:13. Patton was probably asleep. Sighing, he turned back, burying his face into his pillow and trying his best to fall back asleep.

hope y’all enjoyed that! shit is happening! thank you so much for reading, feel free to like or reblog and stuff, next chapter tomorrow!

#thirteen nights #sanders sides #thomas sanders #roman sanders #patton sanders #virgil sanders #prinxiety #my fanfiction #my fanfic #my writing

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gurupanlove-blog · 6 years ago

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The Musician Killer (English)

I hope you like it :3

The Musician Killer.

One day a girl named Oliver was walking through the streets of the city. She was a cheerful girl with golden eyes, a fair complexion and straight brown hair. She came from her school accustomed to returning alone. But there was something wrong, lately the murders had gradually increased, making the streets unsafe, but even so it was her turn to leave since her parents worked all day.

While walking she stopped to see that on the floor there was a candy without being touched, she had been educated that "if it is not yours, do not grab it", but since her stomach was hungry after her workday, she decided to eat it. Then she noticed that there was another candy, no, there were several candies, and they formed a kind of road that led to an alley, she, for his hunger and curiosity, followed the trail of sweets.

At the end, and having eaten all the candy, out of nowhere a violin music began to echo throughout the alley, at first Oliver was confused, hypnotized by the melancholy melody, but returned to reality when the music stopped, so he decided to go home. When it turned towards the exit there was a silhouette of a man blocking the exit, she began to feel fear, her heart began to beat so fast that she thought it was going to leave. She tried to circle him, but the man, nimbly, pushed Oliver to the floor. And she, on the floor, tried to rejoin, but in his attempt the man kicked his stomach hard, leaving her on the floor moaning in pain.

When he looked up he could see the characteristics of the man, he was pale, his eyes were a metallic blue, as if at some point he was going to be gray, they were in their gloomy orbits, his hair was black, smooth, but tangled, he wore a black sweater, black pants, boot-type conversions (red: 3) and a gray hat on his head. The man, in his right hand, had a knife.

Oliver knew that it was his end, in spite of being only seven years old he knew that a knife was dangerous, since one day he cut himself with that. The man began to approach slowly, mounted on top of her leaving almost the inability to move, except for his right arm.

- Stop! Do not hurt me!

-Why do you do this?! Why do you want to hurt me ?!

-STOP!!

The man stopped, and in a haggard voice he uttered this phrase.

- Why ... why ... why ... do I do this ...?

With the arm that was free, Oliver tried to take out his cell phone stealthily to call the police, but the man grabbed his wrist and threw the phone away from them.

- You think I'm clumsy ...?, Ha, ha, muajjajajaja, you're so deluded.

-HEL- !! - His screams were covered by the hand of man.

-Shhh, it would be unfortunate if you spoke, unless you want to cut your tongue, you want to know who I am, well listen.

-This is my story

My name is Christopher, I was the same age as you. I used to live in an orphanage because my parents died in a train accident on one of their work trips, I was alone, sad, without friends, nobody understood me, not even the owners of the place.

A day like any one came a girl one year younger than me, had hair with many red curls, green eyes, white skin with freckles. She was an angel (her name combined for what was for me, Angel), a gift from GOD. We became very good friends, I even began to fall in love with her, but one day, the day I was going to confess, sitting on a log in the light of the moon and the stars, she told me something that destroyed my heart.

-Chris, can I tell you something?

-o-oh, of course, if you want, but I also want to tell you something.

-Chris ..., they're going to adopt me.

-What?! - It was to be expected, after all, who would not adopt her? She was beautiful, affectionate, tender, any father would fall in love with her only seeing her beautiful eyes, green as the esmaralda.

-s-so, please ...- Angel started to shed some tears.

-Promise me one thing- I nodded, already with some tears on my cheeks.

-When you get out of here, be good, study, so that when we grow up one day we'll see each other. Take it.

Give me a toy ring.

-I saw in the T.V something that people nearby do, symbolize their love with some rings, you will have one and I will have another.

At first I had not understood, but then I took the hint that Angel did "accidentally", they were the rings that the spouses put on so that others know that one belongs to another, to which I blushed a little.

-t-thanks-I decided not to confess, because she did it first.

Weeks after Angel left again I was alone, but this time I was happy, happy. I started talking to others, I began to read more books to develop my intellectuality, I started to like music, especially the violin, so on my birthday I got reddish brown, which reminded me of Angel, so, for At night, he slept hugging the violin, imagining it was her. But over the months I received the news that it would hurt my sanity for Allan, a friend, was blond, with blue eyes and white skin.

We were in the same trunk where we sat Angel and I, where I received the news that destroyed my heart, now it would hurt my sanity, it's like a deja vu.

-Chris, something happened.

-What? What happened? - I asked a little nervous.

-Do you remember the redhead girl? - I assumed she was talking about Angel.

-Yes.

-Well, in the morning I saw something in the news ... tragic.

-Tragic?

-She died, the redheaded girl died.

-Died?

-Yes, she was found in the park with her clothes torn, her skin abused and with a stabbing in the neck, apparently she was found rape features,

At that moment my sanity broke, as if it were a thread. My face changed drastically to an empty look, without emotion, without soul, Allan realized that.

-Chris? Are you okay?

I got up, grabbed a stick, and hit it knocking it to the ground.

-Auch, what's wrong with you ?!

I approached him and I caught him with my body sitting on his arms and legs

-Well, Chris, this is not fun anymore!

With the stick I started hitting him again and again.

-S-STOP !!, AUGH !!

Allan began to agonize in pain. With the multiple blows I opened a hole to the head that boiled blood a lot.

After that I decided to escape from the orphanage through the forest (but before I grabbed my violin), suddenly falling down a cliff. When I woke up I was all beaten, I had bruises all over my body, but what stood out was my peculiar wound that was in my right hand, ran from the separation of the index finger and the middle finger, which moved diagonally to the right and it went down in a spiral towards the wrist, it really hurt horribly. I looked for the violin around, and when I got it I was in some bushes, safe and sound, so I was glad for that, since it was all I had left.

And not only did I feel physical, but also emotional pain, without my angel alive as I could keep myself sane, I could not, I simply could not ... Although, I had to admit, to discharge my anger that way was satisfying to me, to remove me is weight of it felt like ...

Good very good.

And since then, barely seven years old, I live on the street. I started trafficking and using drugs to survive. There were times when, being drunk or "sane" killed people for fun, but I liked to kill children (but more girls) because yes Angel, with all his innocence, could not live, I decided to kill all the other girls who are beautiful, pure, tender, innocent.

After that Oliver blushed a little (because he practically told her that she was beautiful, pure, tender, innocent, it was the first time someone praised her), still having a little tears on her cheeks for having heard that sad story, but Then he remembered that he would end his life, erasing that blush, turning his face pale with fear.

-Now you see ...?, Do you think she deserved to die? - In the face of Chris began to fill with tears slowly. But after a few seconds he stopped his silent crying.

-But you know what?...

-I DO NOT CARE.

A twisted smile formed on his face and he began to laugh maniacally.

-JAJAJAJAJAJAJAJAJAJAJA !!!

Before Chris could touch an inch of his skin with the knife the police arrived, several put themselves in defense in the exit of the alley.

-HANDS UP!

Chris quickly got up leaving Oliver on the ground, to which the cops started firing, but all his bullets were in vain since he dodged them all, as if it were a game, and ran away without leaving any trace .

Oliver was taken to her home, where her parents were concerned. When they saw her they cried with happiness.

But....

She really felt that ...

It was not the end of his story.

T.H.E E.N.D ...?

#creepy #history

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Shirdi Sai Baba Miracles Experienced by using Devotees

Shirdi Sai Baba turned into well-known as- the mysterious fakir among his passionate admirers and recognized about by many people for his Superhuman and further mundane miracles. People have even shared their non-public studies with Baba and the way He even aided His loved devotees from issues and complexities very without difficulty. Read the subsequent stories and get extra dedicated in the direction of Him.

Sai Baba Miracles Story 1 – By Sai Devotee Sandhya

Heart Touching Miracles Sai Sister Sandhya Ji from India says: I am 25 years antique from Mumbai, however currently staying in Jaipur. I am additionally a toddler of SAI BABA like several. I just need to proportion my experience with all people, in order that it brings hopes, tears of happiness, security and love of BABA. I would like to thank Hetal Ji for her kind paintings that she is doing. You are giving pleasure to human beings that cannot be defined in phrases. Sai Baba will bless you and all his kids. Check out: Bhakta Niwas Shirdi

How Sai Called Me To Shirdi There is no one in my friends or own family, who become a believer of SAI BABA, but by some means I usually had the urge to go to Shirdi and spot Him. I continually used to plot with my mother to head there, but I couldn't pass. I never even prayed to Him. My mom become then simply operated for her most cancers in her kidney.

After being discharged from the health center, she got here domestic and one exceptional nighttime I stated that tomorrow we will visit Shirdi and he or she said nice, do the reserving and all. And bet subsequent day, we have been in Shirdi. What can be extra first-rate than this that from nowhere just whilst speakme I stated we can go to Shirdi and with none preplans, next day we had been there. This turned into whilst our SAI BABA referred to as me to Shirdi within the 12 months 2008 and when you consider that then He calls me every year.

How Sai Baba helped my mother to fight her lethal illnesses

My mom was a affected person of mind tumor and most cancers both. How many humans can fight such disorder and the way a lot of them live on? I continuously used to pray for my mother to our Sai Baba.

I nonetheless recollect before each operation, how I used to console my mother and at that time she used to be my youngster and I am her mother. The lengthy ready outdoor the operation theater and then taking her to the ICU maintaining her there for days and I and my more youthful brother used to simply live outdoor the ICU just to get her one glimpse, because it isn't allowed to move in the ICU because it may reason contamination to the affected person.

I simply pray to our Sai Baba that please don’t make everybody be afflicted by the ailment. You can as soon as see yourself in pain, however now not your family. And I bow to Him that it's far You, who stored her. Now please deal with her. I can’t see her living on drugs and so weak. You have given her life made her sturdy. After all its been a suffering of 20 years and extra. Bless all.

Sai Baba helped me in my checks I turned into giving my business enterprise secretary tests and I knew that I had not organized well. I knew that I turned into not speculated to bypass due to the fact individuals who deliver such expert checks work difficult day and night time and then they get thru it. But someone like me, who have a look at at the remaining second, thinks that they have to pass. But I knew that if I handed in those assessments, it will be a blessing of SAI BABA. I labored difficult inside the ultimate days. While going for my first exam, I saw a man comparable to our Sai Baba, the only we generally have heard of Him like a truthful, in a white dhoti and white shawl. He had a younger calf with him.

On my manner to the examination middle, we've a Shirdi temple, that is closed from 12-4pm inside the afternoon. And I used to skip that temple at 1 pm daily. It turned into constantly closed and I didn’t sense excellent about it. But daily I used to look this guy. On my second exam handiest, I felt so unwell that I realized that I had no longer had water from beyond two days. And nobody became there to take care of me as I stayed by myself here in Jaipur.

My second exam went so bad that I concept of giving it up. But then I believed in SAI BABA and took His name and said I depart everything on You. Now when I used to peer that old guy daily on my path on my last examination, I turned into honestly attempting to find him, but I couldn't find him. But to my wonder, that day Sai Baba temple become open. And then my end result came after months and to everyone’s wonder, I had cleared my assessments. It’s all with our SAI BABAs blessing. It’s not that you don’t must do anything; we have to take into account that God enables people who help themselves. Bless all.

Money got here into my account

This is once more a second where chills run into backbone even now. I recall I was brief of cash the ones days. I did not have enough money and I needed for paying my exam price and all other matters as I changed into staying faraway from family I had an awful lot greater expenses. One afternoon, I became left with handiest 1000 rupees and I concept I will withdraw this as I needed money for meals.

I went to the ATM, and I withdrew 1000. I checked the stability and it showed 1lakh twenty thousand. I notion the device is giving the incorrect figures. I went to other ATMs and again cross checked it become 120000. I rubbed my eyes. Then I concept I must take a look at with the financial institution as it wasn’t feasible.

Then they showed that I have this quantity in my account. And I couldn't sleep for nights with joy as from nowhere this quantity in my account got here. I are aware of it turned into SAI BABA, who gave me precisely the amount that I needed. This changed into the time, once I started understanding that how blessed soul I am. He always assures me that He is with me all of the time. It’s just that after do we realize it that watch yourself purpose you are continually watched by means of the Lord himself.

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escailyyy · 7 years ago

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Draft-Box #1: Sanrion "run away with me"

She wakes up one morning with the rain pelting at the window, it's barely Dawn and she's so tired.

So tired of sorrow, so tired of parroting little lies and singing songs for everyone who has an ear to listen, she wonders if the hurt will ever stop?.

Another day wondering if this is the day Joffrey will swing her father's sword against something else she loves. And then there's Tyrion, the only kind person she's seen in miles, unlike Margaery he's never really lied to her, shield her from the unsavory truths? Maybe, but isn't that kindness too?.

"Let's run away together" she proposes softly as she breaks her fast with him one morning.

Tyrion watches the small wistful smile in his lady wife's face, no longer wondering why she woke him up at dawn just to have him order Lemmon cakes for her, it's the first smile he has seen in a while and he's thankful that neither Pod or Shae are there to see it, he wants to protect Sansa's smiles, so he indulges her "Where would you want to go?"

"Somewhere far away, to the end of the world maybe?" Sansa replies and her smile is a bit hopeful again as she shares her fantasy with him "I don't mind the destination much, as long as it's not somewhere I've already been..."

"we could take a ship or steal a horse, nobody would know we're gone" Tyrion agrees raising his cup to take a small sip of wine "I would take you to Dorne, or maybe the free cities, I often wonder if Valyria is far enough to outrun who ever comes after us"

"I would like that" Sansa hums in agreement and Tyrion can see she's imagining it "we could change our names and have nothing to do with Westeros anymore, I could be Alayne Stone and you would be my pleasure dwarf..."

"Hugo Hill" Tyrion laughs indulging freely in her imaginary tale "We would be nomads stowing away in merchant ships from City to city, taking honest work wherever we could find it"

"And we would build a small house in the middle of nowhere, I would even learn to bake Lemmon cakes"

They share a smile and he pats her hand kindly "anywhere in the world, just say the words"

It's a lie and they both know it but for the time being she nods and pretends nothing is wrong.

Years later Dawn finds them in Winterfell, he watches her looking down on her dominion with a sort of sad pride in her eyes, no longer the demon monkey and the disgraced daughter but rather The hand of the Queen and The Lady of Winterfell. He waddles up to her side and climbs up the wall to look at the dusky horizon before them.

He's tired, so tired of saving lives of playing at war of trying too hard or not enough, tired of the threats and of fearing wights and of Bran Stark's visions of the night's king.

Tyrion Lannister is as tired as a man can be the morning of the last battle against the others "Let's run away together Sansa" he suggests just as she once did and he sees her normally stoic face twitch into a smile

"Where do you want to go? Dorne again? I thought you already saw the free cites and found them wanting" She replies and it's a testament of how safe she feels with him that she recalls their old fantasy in King's Landing

"Somewhere far away from the Night's King, from all this political mess and the amount of people who want to kill me, you and everyone that doesn't agree with what they say on hourly basis...the free cities would be fine"

"Valyria is still an option, I wager even he wouldn't get near that place" Sansa indulges him "we could steal away in a dragon and send it back in the morning"

"Excellent idea" Tyrion agreed in mock seriousness "Hugo Hill and Alayne Stone would be a thing for the songs"

"Waking up every morning to hunt our own food, with nobody for miles and just love to sustain us" Sansa chuckled "I wonder who would starve first"

"Oh, we would survive it my lady, make no mistake, the Gods grant rather long lives to those of us who oftentimes wish to die the most" Tyrion shrugged watching as Winterfell's best defenders assembled outside the keep's towering walls "Have you ever been to the Reach?, Higharden is beautiful in winter I hear, we could climb up the Hightower fortress, visit the plains of Assahai"

"I still like Dorne best, I want to know where Jon was born, we could hunt hidden treasure in the deserts of Sunspear... Would you like that Tyrion?" Her voice was strange, sad but soft asking him not to give up like he wanted to

"Yes, I'd like that Sansa" he smiled and Sansa stretched out her hand for him to take.

"We will do it in Spring, I promise" She squeezes his hand and he is too startled by it to do anything except nod "But if Winter turns out to be all I'll ever live to see, then I want you to know that I'm glad I spent my last dawn here at your side"

"I am too" Tyrion doesn't let Sansa's hand go when the messenger arrives with marching orders, instead he remains there with her, watching the white expanse of nothing that's between them and the long night.

Sansa knows he has to leave, prepare for his own set of battles, he'll be late to his own fight with destiny. And she too has her own duties to fulfill for the benefit of the people she loves.

But as the light of the hazy winter sun illuminates their sight slowly, they can pretend that their lives are a lot more simple than reality. That they can run away together and outrun the sadness and pain if they travel far enough. He could be the Raegar to her Lyanna and everything would be fine.

It's a lie yes, but if spring comes and they are both alive, Sansa and Tyrion promise each other that they'll run away for a few moons to somewhere hot and sunny to celebrate the fact.

Maybe he'll ask her to marry him again when it happens.

And maybe when the snowflakes have turned into flowers, Sansa will happily give him a yes.

An: actually written way way before I ever heard TS "call it what you want" ...the song is still perfect for this drabble. This was a leftover from sanrion appreciation week

#tyrion x sansa #sansa x tyrion #sansa stark #tyrion lannister #cannon divergence #got #escapism #run away with me #sanrion prompt #sanrion #sanrion is life!

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Biafra breeze now gathering storm - Gen. Alexander Madiebo

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Biafra breeze now gathering storm - Gen. Alexander Madiebo

General Alexander Madiebo (rtd) was a commander in the Biafran Army and fought in the Nigeria-Biafra civil war. He had his military training at the Regular Officers’ Special Training School in Teshie, Gold Coast, now Ghana.