#few girls so I went to the next bus stop but then they appeared again and even laid down right on the bench so i was like Cool I guess I’ll

[linoguy]

i dreamed I was at a bruno mars concert but it kinda looked the way award shows where the stage was close to the floor where the audience is. Bruno mars was going down this little stage, where there was this pit of water as a design element, and I went up to him singing and we were having a good moment but then I saw chan really jamming next to the pit of water. I was concerned that he had his eyes closed so close to the water so I pulled him over and he was like ??? Like I didn’t save his ass, but we continued enjoying the concert along w other people in a group

[creepycranberry]

Poetry On Perspective

Eddie x EnglishMajor!reader

This is just something I wrote after consuming too much poetry (I tried okay?)

I think Eddie would like Bukowski.

Warnings and notes: she/her pronouns, some swearing, not proofread, not much of an ending, kind of open ended (might do another part, idk)

I hope y’all like it :)

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“I’ve read bukowski,” she starts, up on the stage with her hair swept up behind her head, her bangs tickling her eyelashes as her eyes look downward to focus on the words she had previously written on the page, “and I’ve seen what Dickinson had to say. Two thoroughly different viewpoints, differing outlooks on love. With no more in agreement than that it exists. A man who talks of lovers and sparrows, and the whores and the pigeons. And a girl who speaks of death and men, and her garden and love.”

Jeff’s face was screwed up and gareth was shaking his head.

Eddie had read bukowski.

Eddie had referenced bukowski.

Hidden in the folds of a guitar riff and rock ballad were the stanzas to The Twins.

“Bukowski is an empty bar and a calloused hand and Dickinson is a robin at a bird bath and a carriage ride with an old friend. Perspective is a mistress who never appears the same for more than a month. She changes as the wind does, ebbs and flows depending on her mood.”

Eddie didn’t understand the entire point of the girl’s rambling.

Then again he wasn’t meant to be here. He was supposed to be an hour away in a hotel with a cigarette. Maybe a joint.

A flat tire had landed him on the side of the road, band members and equipment in tow. A bus of college students drove them into town, grant found a phone and called someone to help get the van but until they got it into town the guys were here.

They had watched the students go up one by one and read off nonsensical passages in their journals.

Eddie hadn’t been paying attention until the pretty girl came up on stage. Her sweaters hem a few inches above that of her skirt and her black nail polish chipped as she avoided the gaze of the crowd and flipped through her notebooks pages.

Her notebook was covered in doodles of different flowers and fish and post-it notes bloomed from the top of the thing until about halfway through where the pages were pristine and likely unused.

What had mainly caught his attention were the tattoos on her legs. Different patches of sharks and flowers adorned her skin. One in particular went from just above her knee and crept around the back of her thigh and up into her skirt.

He wanted to see what the rest of it looked like, what images the upper expanse of her thighs might be hiding and did her arms match?

“Perspective changes when she pleases. One day she can be the same as ever, grass is grass and flowers bloom and babies laugh, and the next maybe the grass weeds and flowers wilt and babies wail and fuss. A year is a week, a day is a decade. Your grandparents got married yesterday and you broke up with your ex a lifetime ago. Grass is grass, it’s meant to hold the dirt together, grass is weeds meant to invade your fathers yard so you never stop hearing about them. Babies laugh and babies cry but you don’t have to worry about that because you’re single and might die alone so you might never have babies. Your boyfriend was your everything and now your ex is the reason you smoke. Etc.”

She ends her rambling and closes her journal, looking to the rest of the small bar for critiques and hopefully some encouragement.

“It could use some clarity.” A boisterous voice pipes up and Eddie scans the crowd for the perpetrator.

A guy with thick rimmed glasses and patchy stubble stares up at her, his face the picture of audacity.

“I thought her point was perfectly clear.” Eddie shrugs and the guy looks over at Eddie before sighing.

“Her transitions weren’t clear, her sentences could be more concise. Her rambling could be poetry if it were only a bit more clear.” The guy offers.

“Or you could argue that adopting the style of bukowski and melding it with the imagery Dickinson was prone to using.” Eddie argues and the guy pauses thoughtfully, his lips pressing into a thin line as he pulls together his thoughts.

Gareth and Jeff exchange a look of confusion at Eddie's knowledge of poetry and literature while Grant seems to be enthralled with the argument between the two boys.

“That’s a good take. I just mean that the initial examples of Dickinson and Bukowski could be better transitioned into her next points about perspective.”

Eddie nods, “I could see why you would make that argument but I kinda like the rambling. She’s writing how she thinks. Thoughts don’t always transition seamlessly, I think it’s pretty cool to just hear someone’s thoughts on a subject and I like that she gets you to think about it yourself.”

“I guess that’s just perspective for you.” The guy shrugs and Eddie grins, silently agreeing with him.

Eddie turns his attention to the girl in front of the class, “the personal touches were nice. Your writing was relatable. My uncle is probably outside our house fighting with the weeds right now.”

The girl smiles, “thank you, Eddie.”

Eddies eyebrows raise at his name. He didn’t know how she knew it but fuck did it sound nice when she said it. She smiled and stared at him through her bangs, pulling her notebook to her chest to discreetly reveal the doodle of corroded coffins' first album cover.

She stands up and goes back to her seat. The next person comes up but Eddie isn’t paying any attention to whatever they have to say.

He’s too stuck on her. Too obsessed with never letting his eyes leave her to even consider whatever the fuck the asshole on stage has to say.

He wants to try and talk tk her after all of the readings are through but as the students file onto the bus grant blocks his view of her, letting him and the guys know that the van is in the shop at the moment getting the tire changed and they should able to get back on the road in an hour or two.

By the time Eddie looks up from grant the bus doors are closing the girl is gone.

[we-re-all-storys-in-the-end]

The Day Death Met Her Equal

(Agatha/Rio fic)

When Rio entered the small wooden cabin, she instantly knew that this job would be an easy one. Looking around the sparse room she squinted in the semi-darkness taking in the tiny hearth with the ambers barely glowing, the drying herbs hanging from the ceiling, the little basket with needle work in the corner, and the old woman sleeping peacefully in the bed in the corner. A simple life, but well lived. She liked encounters like this, the ones who went so willingly. She had chosen a young woman's appearance, a nice face, a kind face. It made the journey so much easier. She had learned a long time ago that her true self caused more fear than necessary, and she adjusted.

Not that she didn't bring it out from time to time, usually for the men, the ones who she would have loved to take sooner if she was allowed to. The ones who were horrible until the very end, who didn't deserve the life they had been given. Or just the ones who thought themselves so clever that they could somehow talk their way out of death. They annoyed her, so they got the full experience, a face that demanded respect.

Taking slow steps towards the bed in the corner, Rio suddenly stopped. Next to the old woman, a girl had drawn up a chair and fallen asleep, her face resting on the edge of the bed, her body hunched over, her features barely visible under her wild hair. Hesitating for a moment, Rio thought about returning later. But the time had come and the girl was fast asleep.

Stepping around the sleeping girl, Rio lightly touched the old woman's hand.

"It's time to go." Rio whispered.

The old woman opened her eyes and smiled.

"I've been waiting for you."

Taking her hand she led the woman to the other side of the cabin where she had opened up the portal for her to go through. Just like she had hoped, an easy, calm one. No bargaining, no holding on. Just peaceful acceptance. If only they all were like that.

Looking back at the sleeping girl, she lingered in the room. Tilting her head to the side, she couldn't quite tell why, but something about her was keeping her, drawing her in. Maybe her time was up soon, too. Rio couldn’t always predict the exact moment, and humans died at all ages, especially these days. Looking at her sleeping body, she watched her soft face, counting her breaths. No, this girl was nowhere near her end. If anything, she radiated too much life, too much energy. Something bigger than her seemingly fragile frame. I won't be seeing you for a long, long time, Rio thought to herself with a smile.

With one last look at the girl, she turned to leave when a sudden scraping sound made her jump.

"Who are you?"

Turning back slowly, Rio faced the now very much awake girl standing in front of her but didn't answer.

"You're a witch." the girl said.

Rio nodded.

"I haven't seen you around here before."

"I'm not from around here."

The girl crossed her arms in front of her chest and stared at Rio. Her whole body seemed to be ready to fight, like a reflex. Like a caged animal making herself bigger. Her piercing eyes studied Rio and then landed on the pathway still open behind her.

"Oh." the girl said softly.

Rio nodded again slowly.

"You came for..." The girl trailed off.

Suddenly her attention was back on the old woman. Leaning down she touched her now cold hand, and Rio watched a thousand thoughts wash over her face as she sat back down in the chair. A few silent tears ran down the girls face as she stared blankly ahead.

"You're not what I imagined you'd look like." she said finally.

"I have many faces," Rio replied matter of fact.

"I like this one," the girl said looking at her and Rio couldn't help but smile.

"Where did you take her?" The girl asked after a moment of silence.

"That, I can't tell you." Rio replied, shaking her head.

"She wasn't one of us, she had no power. But I liked her. We're not supposed to leave the coven, definitely not supposed to mingle with non-magick people. But she was always nice to me." The girl shrugged and wiped her face. "Not a lot of people are nice to me. She was nice."

"I'm sorry," Rio said although she had no idea how the girl felt.

Life and death to her were a cycle, the natural order of things. To Rio both were the same, two sides of one coin, she didn't know what grief felt like.

"I'm Agatha by the way," the girl said standing up and taking a step forwards.

"You are not scared." Rio said tilting her head again.

"Why would I be? You came for Mrs Miller, not me. And you... don't seem scary."

Rio laughed. This girl was unlike anyone she had met, and she had met a lot of people. Rio was deeply fascinated. She had been the moment she had laid eyes on her, but the longer she spent in her presence, the stronger her hold on Rio seemed to be. Staring into her inquisitive eyes, time seemed to stop, and the earth seemed to slow down around them.

"I must go." Rio said, remembering herself.

Turning towards the portal, she hesitated a moment.

"Will I see you again?" Agatha asked behind her.

Looking over her shoulder, Rio smiled at the girl.

"Of course you will. Everyone does."

"Oh, no, I meant... before then."

But Rio didn't reply. Still smiling, she turned and stepped through the portal, disappearing in the mist.

[cinnamokittykat]

So I feel as if I should preface that basically any story I write will either be chubby oc or chubby reader. Chubby, midsize, thick, whatever you want to call it. This doesn't mean you can't read and appreciate my stories if you're not that, but please do not come on my blog and expect anything else. Anyways, enjoy pt. 3!

Inspired by @puff0o0 's artwork!

Your alarm blares next to you, signaling the start of the new day. You sit up and stretch, your shoulders giving a satisfying pop!

The outside temperature was just perfect for the mid-length plaid skirt and white sweater you picked, accompanied by your gray thigh highs that just squished your plush thighs a little.

You check yourself one last time in the mirror after applying your lip gloss, turning around to pop your butt out a little to admire your figure. A smile appears on your face. Despite your schedule problem, today is going to go great because you're just so cute :3.

A few minutes after you get to the bus stop, the long yellow vehicle pulls up to the curb and the doors screech open. You step on and make your way to the back, where there are hopefully no underclassmen to bother you. The sun is just coming up as the bus starts moving, and you take a sip of your water.

Unfortunately, your bus ride was full of screeching freshmen and thus annoyed upperclassmen who all moved further back to where you were, meaning you were rather claustrophobic the whole ride. But no matter, you were at school now. You step into the all-important senior hallway and find your homeroom. Hm, seems like I'm early...

You sit down at an empty desk, not particularly caring where because your friends weren't going to be there anyways. Some other students started to trickle in as the minutes went by. A group of girls who also seemed to enjoy pink like you did, a pair of jock-ish looking boys, a girl with pretty ruby red hair, and a larger, louder group of boys that made you roll your eyes.

The teacher was a younger, mousy woman with brown hair and round glasses. She sat at her desk, reading a book and occasionally glancing at the door. Eventually the bell rang and she got up to close the door, closed the door, and stood in front of the whiteboard to give the usual first day of school spiel.

She didn't get very far before being interrupted by the sound of someone running in combat boots outside her door, and a very polite knock. Rolling her eyes, she opened the door, and in stepped König, wearing plaid pajama pants and a black bland t-shirt. His hair was in his face somehow, despite it clearly being hastily tied back.

"What's up, Mrs-" He started.

"Find a seat, young man!" The teacher quickly interrupted, resulting in some students snickering as König nervously looked around for an empty seat.

How does he survive in life... You think to yourself as you put up your hand to offer the seat next to you. He quickly rushes over to you, almost tripping over someone's backpack, earning another set of giggles from students in the class. He takes his seat, muttering something in German as the teacher starts up her lecture again.

"Hello again." König whispered to you.

"Hey, didn't know you went to the same school as me, weird how I haven't seen you around-"

"And as some of you may know, Washington High recently closed and merged with the student body of this school." The teacher announced exasperatedly at the front of the class.

It made sense now, as to why you were separated from people you knew and why you saw so many new faces that morning.

"You're from that other school, aren't you?" You breathed.

"Mhm."

"That makes sense."

The brown-haired woman at the front began handing out some papers to the class. You internally groaned as you received yours, realizing it was a "Get to know them" bingo activity. König seemed to have the same grievances, rolling his eyes and putting his cheek in his palm.

"Uhhhh, lived in a different state before coming here...?" You queried, looking at him.

"Oh, how could you guess? Does an entire different fucking country count?" He laughed.

"Well, I think it would be close enough. Germany?"

"Austria. Moved in middle school because parents and my dad's job."

"I see."

"Favorite color is not on the rainbow, hmmmm."

He looks you up and down.

"Couldn't guess, I think you like green."

"Mhm." You reply as while signing one of his squares.

‿︵‿︵୨˚̣̣̣͙୧ - - ୨˚̣̣̣͙୧‿︵‿︵‿︵‿︵୨˚̣̣̣͙୧ - - ୨˚̣̣̣͙୧‿︵‿︵

As the day went on, you determined that you shared multiple classes with the tree-sized boy. You even almost shared lunch together before his band friends yanked him to their table.

You ended up sitting with that group of girls from earlier, and getting along just fine. They were similar to you, even if they seemed to be a bit more of popular crowd.

You went straight home after school, and after changing out of your clothes you fell asleep soon after you hit the bed.

[hey-there-itskayla]

A Fairy and A Human (Creek)

I don't know what to put on the title bu meh, so anyways, @cyncerity here's the fic based on that small idea that I've shared with you 👀

Anyways Enjoy :]

Word count: 1.2k

Craig left the highschool with a tired face, accompanied by Tweek, his boyfriend. He smiled slightly as he listened to him speak and although he wouldn't admit it, he loved listening to him tell his problems or worries.

They walked together until they reached the blonde's house, giving him a kiss on the cheek and saying goodbye while saying that they would see each other the next day at class.

Craig continued walking until he got inside a forest, approaching a specific tree. There was a small door embedded in the trunk, while on the sides there were two windows through which a fairly dim light came out.

Craig closed his eyes and a few seconds later, large blue butterfly wings appeared on his back, while on his head, a pair of antennae.

His size had also changed, going from 5' 7 to 4 inches tall, making it possible for him to use the door embedded in the tree. He approached the door, opened it and commandeered the two adults and the girl who were inside.

"How were classes today?" The woman asked him. "As always mom... I'm going to the room for a while..."

Craig and his family are butterfly fairies, although his father used to be a human who could shrink to the size of a fairy, but he stopped being that when he kissed his mother and became a fairy like her, nullifying his powers of being able to change size.

Craig was born a fairy, but inherited his father's past powers, making it possible for him to change from fairy to human. However, his little sister, Tricia, did not inherit any powers so she was just an ordinary fairy.

After a while distractedly looking out the window of his room, he left his backpack on the floor and left the room. "I'm going to fly for a while, I'll be back in a few hours." He said as he left, closing the door and not letting his parents answer him.

He flew out of the forest, entering South Park again heading towards Tweek's house. Craig liked to look at Tweek from time to time while he was in his fairy form.

He approached his bedroom window, frowning when he didn't see the blonde in the room. He pushed a little, knowing that the window was open and fluttered into the room.

He perched on the nightstand, looking around the room, seeing it a little messy. He probably should help him sort it out later or the next day... he let out a sigh as he moved his wings with the intention of taking flight, but for some reason he couldn't do it.

He stopped moving them, suddenly falling on his hands and knees, unable to get up. His gaze went downwards to see what was pinning him down, his eyes widening as his face paled.

A glue trap. He had gotten stuck in a glue trap. Craig tried to keep his calm as he tried to think of why Tweek had a glue trap on his nightstand although he didn't have to think much as he heard Tweek's mother from afar.

"Tweek honey, be careful not to touch the glue trap I left on your table." "O-Okay, I-I'll be careful..." 'Had it been Ms. Tweak who set the trap? Well, that made some sense I guess...' he thought for a few seconds before realizing the situation.

Tweek was heading towards the room! Craig flapped his wings in panic, desperately trying to get out of the glue even though it was practically impossible on his own.

One of the reasons he was panicking was because he hadn't told Tweek anything about him being a fairy since it was a family secret and because… right now Tweek was fucking huge compared to him. He thought at the same time that Tweek stood in front of the table, he and Craig staring at each other.

Suddenly Tweek put a cup on him as he let out a scream. "T-The underpants gnomes are b-back!" Craig let out a sigh as he calmed down a bit, or at least tried to, still listening to Tweek yell about gnomes in a panic.

A few minutes passed until the room fell silent, Tweek finally calming down. Craig half closed his eyes as the light hit his face as Tweek finally lifted the cup from him.

The blonde watched him for a few seconds, opening his eyes wide seconds later. "CRAIG?!" He shouted in surprise. Craig slammed his eyes shut for a moment before opening them.

He wished his hands were free of the glue so he could cover his ears. "Hey honey…" Tweek seemed to realize how loud he was to Craig and that he had hurt him by accident, so he tried to speak lower.

"I-I'm sorry, I must be pretty loud to you... B-But how are you a fairy?! What happened to you?! S-Surely it was the North Koreans!" He said panicking again.

"Tweek honey, calm down, this is not the work of the North Koreans or other people, this is my true form!" He said, trying to calm his big boyfriend down. And apparently it worked, as Tweek stopped talking in a panic and looked at him confused.

"H-Huh…? W-What do you mean…?" Craig let out a sigh as he explained. "I was born a fairy, my parents and sister are fairies... although apparently I'm the only one of them who can transform into a human... so, you've been in love and dating me in human form..."

Craig's wings trembled for a second as he let out another sigh and looked away. "I'll understand if you're disappointed and don't want us to be together anymore..." the room was silent for a few seconds, the fairy still avoiding eye contact with Tweek.

"Craig... I-I don't care if you're a fairy or not... I-I'm not going to leave you because of that, I-I like you anyway. J-Just because you're smaller and have wings, i-it doesn't change the fact that you're still Craig. I-I'm going to continue loving you anyway." Tweek said softly as he crouched down to get a better look at his boyfriend, who looked up and looked at him in surprise.

"L-Let's get you out of there, okay?" He continued talking as he stood up and left the room, only to return a few minutes later with a damp cloth.

He crouched down in front of Craig and began carefully rubbing the glue off his arms and legs. "I-I have informed myself and water is very effective with this type of traps, y-you will be free in a few minutes." He said while still concentrating on freeing him from the glue.

Just as he said, in a few minutes, he was finally free of the trap, which Tweek threw away. Meanwhile, Craig stretched briefly and looked back at his giant boyfriend.

"...You… really don't care?" "O-Of course not Craig, I love you so much!" He responded happily, picking him up and hugging against his chest, careful not to hurt him.

"You're adorable Craig!" The fairy blushed at those words, replying. "I-I'm not adorable Tweek!" The human simply laughed, his cheeks a little red from laughter.

Craig looked at Tweek, who was still laughing, a soft smile forming on his face as he blushed slightly.

This wouldn't be so bad after all.

Craig's wings are based on this butterfly species btw :]

[trash-monkey]

Little Brother

Chapter 6

With a yawn I rise from the futon like a zombie that had just got free from it's grave with my hair sticking in different directions and my eyes drooping as I groggily stand up with a tight grip on the large blanket which I drag behind me as I make my way into the front of the house to see brother, Mikey, and Emma missing but only for Shin to laugh once seeing me appear in the door way of the living room. He picks me up to sit me into my high chair so I can eat breakfast and wake up over it, after Shin gets me ready for the new day I sit on the couch to watch something on the old large box tv which my eyes sparkle when Avatar the last Airbender comes on before an idea pops into mind when seeing Sokka.

"Uncle Shin! Me want hair like his so it can grow like Bu's!" I tug on his shirt as he's been sitting next to me since I turned on the tv, at the comment a memory of a younger Draken with a similar hairstyle appears in Shin's mind. He glance at the cartoon before saying ok with a smirk and soon I'm back in my high chair as Shin stands behind me with scissors and a brush in his hands but soon my hair is like Sokka's except the ponytail sits a little farther back then his, a large smile appears on my face once seeing Shin's master piece in the hands held mirror.

"Thank you Unlce Shin!" My small body can't handle how much happiness I'm feeling so I can't sit still in the high chair and when he lets me down I'm suddenly filled with energy so I began to run around the house to get it out but Shin stop me by picking me up when I ran pass him.

"Ok, we're going outside." He announced at seeing the sudden built up energy in me so with my ball and Vlad the T-Rex in my arms Shin leads me to the playground a couple streets down where I quickly recognize Ashi's younger sisters, Luna and Mana playing with a few other kids.

"Hey" I call out to the sisters after looking around for Ashi but don't see him so I guess they're here with the Hisa's, Luna turns to me which she lights up at the sight of me.

"Little Ren!" This catches Mana attention which she runs over to grab a hand and leads me over to the group.

"Little Ren, your hair diffent!" Mana points to my new hairstyle.

"I like it!" Luna smiled before introducing me to the other kids.

"Why you want this baby to play with us!" A boy sassed at Luna and Mana which two other boys of the group nod at the statement and I narrowed my eyes at them.

"Don't be mean to little Ren!" Luna talked back to the boy with Mana nodding.

"If you do not want him to play with us then, me and sis will play with him somewhere else!" Mana sassed the tone back at the boy before her and Luna grabbed a hand each to lead me away from the group, then and there I decided that the girls are mine.

'I'll be whatever they went me to be, a friend, a brother, or a future lover but whatever it is I'll there and protect them'

With that I look over my shoulder at the boy and the scary look on my young face caused his face to fall from the expression he had, when I turned back I give the girls hand a squeeze before Luna tell me to get on the swing we arrived at which she begin to gentle push me. Not knowing the boy is the 'leader' of the little kid group of the neighborhood, he doesn't like that little old me is getting attention from to the girls and I had just basically taken away them from him.

"Who's this." Mana holds up my T-Rex that had dropped from under my arm.

"That's Vlad, Unlce Shin give him to me!" I point to Shin sitting on the bench at the edge of the playground looking depressed about something.

"Oh, it's Shinichiro! We know him when Ani took us to Mikey's birthday parties!" They let me off the swing and with them holding my hands once again as we make our way over to Shin.

"Hey" he immediately brights when seeing us, the girls say a few words to him before the four of us started playing ball until we have to separate hours later when Shin has to get back to the house to start dinner before the teen and Grandpa Sano returns which I rest on the couch while laying on my back and watching TV but I soon fall asleep. Shin wakes me up before the teens returns after finishing cooking and fix my hair into it's small ponytail again since turning in my sleep on the couch caused it to fall down, the first to walk into the kitchen is Mikey which at seeing me he freeze before quickly removing me from my high chair with his hands under my armpits and scurries off to where brother is pulling his shoes off.

"Look it's a mini you!" Mikey holds me for brother to see which he ask me who cut my hair.

"Uncle Shin!" I shout as brother takes me from Mikey's hands before he gets a chance to drop me.

"Bu! Me see Luna and Mana at playground!" I talked through the dinner about my time at the park before me and brother gets ready to go back to his room in the brothel which brother put my clothes from my drawstring backpack to wash, he put in clean clothes for emergencies.

"Bu! Pacifier!" Which I ask for after getting ready for bed with brother and it's the first time in two days I get the urge to suck on the thing.

"Read to me, please?" I hand the fairy tail book to him where he put it on the round chair when sorting through my bag.

"Ok, which one?" He lays down on the bed with me beside him as he open the book to stand on his stomach, I point to The Frogs Who Wished For A King story.

"The Frogs were tired of governing themselves. They had so much freedom that it had spoiled them, and they did nothing but sit around croaking in a bored manner and wishing for a government that could entertain them with the pomp and display of royalty, and rule them in a way to make them know they were being ruled. No milk and water government for them, they declared. So they sent a petition to Jupiter asking for a king...." He reads on until finished and turn to me to see that I'm asleep, with a smile he shuts the book and set it in the shelf behind us at the head of the bed before covering us.

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[justsomewritingblog]

The Gift (Part 4)

Request: None.

Requested By: Nobody

Pairing:  Peter Parker x reader

Summary:  Y/n tries out the suit.

Warnings:  Blood

A/N:  I hope you all are liking this so far!

Word count:  826

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You looked the suit over.

“Do you like it?”  Peter asked, nervously.

“I love it.  But what’s it for?”

Peter was dumbfounded.  “For you, silly.  I figured I could, ya know, show you the ropes…or…..webs.”  He joked.  You smiled and looked over at the suit again.  You tentatively reached out and grabbed it, going to get changed.

You emerged a few minutes later and did a spin for Peter.

“How is it?”

“Good.  Are you ready?”  He asked.  You shrugged.

“I guess so.  What should my name be?”

Peter grinned.  “Spider-girl?”

You shrugged.  “Sure.”

Peter frowned.  “You’re no fun.”

~We’re the Avengers, man~

You and Peter stood atop a building.

“I’m afraid of heights.”  You admitted.

“Really?”

“Yeah.”

“Well, we’ll soon fix that.”  He assured.  Your eyes widened in worry.

“So first we’re going to work on swinging.  Aim at a building, and bring your middle and ring finger down to your-”

“I know Peter, I’ve seen you do this before.”  You said, cutting him off.  He smiled.

“So, shoot.”  He instructed.  You aimed at a building and brought your fingers down, shooting a web.  It latched on to the building across from you.  You smiled in pride, as did your young mentor.

“Great!  Now put one foot on the ledge, and push off.”  He said, shooting the building next to it, and swinging over.  You leaned over the edge, and closed your eyes, tightly gripping the web and stepping off.

You could feel the wind in your face and you let out a gasp, opening your eyes.  You observed the world below you and tightened into a ball.

Spider-man appeared next to you, swinging as well.

“Loosen up!  Go with the flow of the web!”  He advised.  You slowly stretched out and you breathed deeply, trying not to freak out.

“Make sure to keep shooting buildings!  Wait; that sounded wrong.”  Peter said.  You rolled your eyes, and shot the building ahead of you, swinging with that one as well.

“There you go!”  You heard Peter say.  “Now breathe!”

You let out a breath and smiled, now enjoying yourself.  You let out a holler as you began swinging faster, diving some for speed.  Peter laughed along with you, as he stayed close.

“You got it!  Now get on top of that building!”  He shouted, pointing to an apartment.  You shot a web at it, and swung up, miss-judging a little, as you smacked into the side of the building.

You let out a groan.  Peter appeared next to you, as he clung to the wall.

“It’s okay.  You can still climb.”  He assured, beginning to climb up the wall.  You looked down at your gloved hands and followed in pursuit.

You reached the top and Peter gave you a high-five.

“Nice job!”  He complimented.

“Thanks.”  You said, slightly breathless.

“Do you want to try some tricks?”  Peter asked.

“Yes, please.”

~Man, I should have stayed on that bus~

You were on your way back to Stark Industries with style.  You were swinging from building to building, Peter following, when you heard police sirens.

You and Peter looked down and saw a police car chasing a black car with two guys leaning out windows with guns.

You looked to Peter for instruction.

“Get out of here!  I’ll be right with you!”  He said, chasing after them.  You nodded and continued swinging, until a feeling of guilt washed over you.  You quickly changed direction, following Peter.  You swung over and webbed one of the guns, ripping it from the guy’s hands.  The other man let out a shot and you gasped, clutching your stomach.  You brought it up and observed the blood.  Peter, not knowing you were there, webbed the back of the car, pulling it to a stop.  His spider senses went off and he turned around, seeing you kneeling on the ground.  He rushed over.

“Spider-girl!  Are you okay!?”  He asked, skidding on his knees over to you.

“I’m fine.”  You muttered.

“That’s not true.  What happened?”

You remained silent.  He looked down and grabbed your arms, pulling them away from your body.  He gasped upon seeing the bullet wound.

“You’re hurt!  Ugh.  Why didn’t you go home?”

“I felt guilty for leaving.”

“But you have no training!  You could have gotten killed.”

“I’m sorry.”  You whispered.  Peter could tell by your voice you were about to cry.  He sighed.

“This is not the time to be having this conversation.  I’m sorry, too.”  He said, picking you up.

“I forgive you.”

A police officer ran over.  “Is everything alright?”

“It will be.  Thank you, officer.”  Peter assured.  The officer nodded.

“Call me James.  And no need to thank me, it’s my job.  Now you better take care of her.”

“Alright.  Thank you, James.”  Peter said, swinging away.

~I lost the Stark internship~

Peter landed at Stark Industries, and jogged inside, carrying you.  You saw Tony run up and say something to Peter before you blacked out.

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A/n:  OOh, man- old writing.

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New World CH. 23

Title: Running Again

Words: 5465

Warnings: Strong language, canon-typical violence, the Claimers

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Sam and Dean

When they saw the doorway to C-Block explode, both of the boys stood frozen in shock. Sam was the first to recover, running towards the rubble. 

“YN!” Sam screamed. The tank fired another round and it landed close to Sam. He stumbled back from the shockwave and that spurred Dean into motion. 

“Sammy!” Dean ran towards his brother and hauled him to his feet. 

“YN! We have to get to YN!” Sam said. He went to move forward, but Dean held him back. 

“Sam! The bus is gone. YN knew that if the Impala was out of commission, she’d go on the bus with everyone else!” 

Sam knew that Dean was right, but he couldn’t get his feet to move. It wasn’t until Dean started dragging him away that Sam got his head collected and started moving with his brother.

“I hope you’re right,” Sam said. 

They started running towards the woods, but before they could leave the prison, they saw Sophia and Adeline being cornered by some men. Rage filled both of their bodies and they rushed towards the girls, pushing the men away from them. Dean scooped both the little girls into his arms while Sam shot the men.

“You’re alright,” Dean said to the shaking girls softly. 

“Come on, Dean. We gotta get out of here,” Sam said. 

---

The four of them followed the road, but stayed in the woods. They were worried that some of the Governor’s men would come after them, even if it was unlikely. After a few nights of camping in the woods and moving north, the two brothers, Adeline, and Sophia went out of the woods and towards some train tracks. When they got there, they both stopped abruptly. Rick, Carl, and Michonne were standing right in front of them. 

“Rick?” Sam said softly, afraid to use his voice. Rick’s head whipped around and a small smile appeared on his face. 

“Have you seen YN and Lottie?” Dean asked as he gave Carl a hug. Rick was holding Sophia close, both he and Michonne shaking their heads.

“No. You’re the first I’ve seen besides these two.” Michonne looked at the ground. “I’m sorry.”

Rick and Carl both shook their heads and the two brothers looked at each other.

“She’ll be fine, Sammy,” Dean said. “She can hold her own.”

“I know. Still makes me worry.” 

Rick patted Sam’s shoulder and said, “We’ll find them. I have a feeling she might be going to Terminus.”

“Terminus?” 

Rick pointed to a sign. The five of them walked over to the train car and read the sign. 

“Sanctuary for all? That sounds like a big promise,” Dean said. 

“Do you think mommy’s there?” Adeline asked.

“It’s the only thing we got going for us right now,” Michonne said with a shake of her head. “We can only hope that everyone else saw the signs too.”

“She’s right, Dean. If YN saw it she’d go thinking that we would go to find her there.” Sam gave his brother a pointed look and Dean sighed. 

“Alright. Let’s go find the rest of our family.”

---

YN

The next few days went by in a blur. Maggie had run off on her own after you came across a sign for Terminus. You had agreed to stay together and go, but she had run off, saying that she didn’t want you all killed helping her. So naturally, you followed her.

Then, Sasha decided that she wanted to stop looking for everyone and make a camp in one of the buildings you came across. She did that while you went on with Bob. You hadn’t been walking for more than fifteen minutes when you heard Maggie call out for the two of you. Turning, you saw Maggie and Sasha walking towards you and you gathered both of them in a hug, happy to see them. Sasha took Charlotte from you to give you a break.

It didn’t take long before you saw another sign for Terminus and this time, you signed it with all of your names. When you came across a tunnel, the darkness made you nervous, but it was the fastest way through, so the four of you made your way inside after making a note to Glenn on the tunnel wall.

“You think my brothers saw the signs too?” You asked, voice quiet. Light was bouncing off the walls and every little sound echoed a little too loudly.

“I think so. They’re smart and you’ve been through a lot, even before the dead started walking,” Maggie said. 

“Like what?” Bob asked, confusion in his voice. 

“Shit, you don’t know, do you?” You looked at Bob. “The things that go bump in the night are real. My brothers and I hunted them with our dad before this started. Even after we still ran in to some problems.” 

“Bump in the night?” 

“Vampires, Shapeshifters, poltergeists,” Maggie said. “The supernatural.”

“Nuh-uh. You’re lying.” 

“We’re not. Remember the tests we put you through? How we made you wear a silver ring?” You said. “Silver is a deterrent for most of the supernatural. It made sure that you weren’t a monster. Or a monster affected by silver at least.” 

“Have you ever found a monster from your tests?” Bob asked apprehensively. You shook your head. 

“No, but we’ve come across them when we were on runs and such.” 

Bob was about to say something when Sasha shushed him. Shining her light straight down the tunnel, you saw a whole herd of walkers. There were around twenty of them, maybe twenty-five. One of them saw the light from Sasha’s flashlight and they all came stumbling towards you. 

“Shit,” you said. “Shit, shit, shit.”

Taking your gun out, you went to shoot but Sasha stopped you. 

“We have to run!” She said. You all started running, but you found yourself falling behind. 

“There’s too many of them!” Maggie said. She stopped for a second before drawing her gun and pointing it at the ceiling. As the clip emptied, the ceiling started to collapse.

“Run!” Sasha screamed. 

Looking up, you saw that you were too far behind to make it with them, so you started running the other direction. You could hear them calling for you and Charlotte was crying, but you ignored them. When the ceiling stopped falling, you coughed and fell against the tunnel wall. 

“YN!” You heard Maggie and Sasha cry. Charlotte was crying harder and your heart hurt.

“Lottie! Is Charlotte okay?!” You yelled, voice border lining on hysterical. 

“She’s okay!” Sasha said. “Are you?”

“I’m alright! You guys keep going, make sure Lottie’s safe and I’ll—“ You were cut off by a walker grabbing your foot. Falling to the ground with a yell, you kicked it away before pulling out your gun and shooting it in the head. A few more came at you but you dispatched them all quickly before getting up. 

“I’ll go the long way around! You keep going to Terminus and I’ll meet you there!” 

You didn’t get a response and you bit your lip before rummaging through your bag and finding your emergency flashlight. When you found it, it had no juice left and you swore before stuffing back inside and zipping the bag up. Placing it on your shoulders, you got your gun and knife ready. You turned around and started walking back to the entrance. 

Your steps were careful and you made the least amount of noise you could. There was a fair amount of chance that other walkers had heard the commotion that went on when Maggie collapsed the ceiling and you didn’t want to risk running into one of them when you had no light source.

You had been walking for a few minutes when you saw a light shining inside the tunnel. You frowned and crouched as low as you could. It couldn’t be Maggie and the others. The tunnel was too long and you hadn’t even gotten halfway through when shit hit the fan. Then you heard one of the voices. 

“Glenn?” You said tentatively. You were still crouched, but you saw the light stop moving. 

“YN? YN is that you?” There was hope in his voice and you let out a sob before standing up and going into the light. 

“Oh my god.” Glenn dropped the flashlight and went running towards you. You crashed into his arms, tears falling down your face. 

“You made it out,” you said, voice muffled from his jacket. “How did you make it out? Have you seen my brothers? What about Daryl or Adeline? Anyone?” 

“A lot of luck. And no, I haven’t seen anyone but you, I’m sorry.” Glenn pulled back and held your shoulders in his hands. Frantically he said, “Maggie. Where���s Maggie? The signs you left said she was with you.”

“We just got separated. Walkers came at us and I had to go back.”

“What happened?” 

“C’mon. I’ll show you.” You led him over to where the collapse happened. Climbing up, Glenn shined his flashlight on the walkers that were left and on the ceiling.

“Maggie shot the ceiling. I was already falling behind and I couldn’t keep up. When the chunks of roof started falling, I ran back. Wouldn’t’ve made it if I kept going forward,” you said. There was a sour expression on your face and you kicked a corpse angrily. 

“Did she make it?” 

“They said they were fine but after that I didn’t hear anything else. I yelled that I was going the long way around but I didn’t get an answer.” You looked at Glenn. “I’m so sorry. I should’ve kept going.” 

“No, it’s not your fault, YN,” Glenn said with a shake of his head. “Now let’s go. Now that there’s three of us, we should be able to take all these walkers on and get out of here.”

Glenn lit up the walkers milling about with the flashlight, confirming that they made it through. With that information, you let out a sigh of relief. You sent Glenn and smile and he returned it before looking at the other person with you. 

“Oh, I should probably introduce the two of you. YN, this is Tara. Tara, this is YN,” Glenn said. 

“Nice to meet you,” Tara said. You wordlessly held out your hand and Tara tentatively took it, a slight pink tinge to her cheeks. Making a mental note that the silver of your ring didn’t affect her, you looked at Glenn. 

“Did you do any tests?” You asked him. His eyes widened slightly and he shook his head.

“No, but we don’t have time for that. I have to get to Maggie.”

“Tests?” Tara looked confused and you stopped rummaging in your bag, looking at Glenn.

“You trust her?” 

“Yes,” Glenn said. “I do.”

“Alright. But the second we find the others, I’m doing more tests,” you said. “Now c’mon. It’s gonna take a hot minute to double back and go over the tunnel.”

“Go over? It’ll be faster to just go through.” Glenn was pointing forward and you shook your head.

“That’s too dangerous, Glenn,” you said. “We know where they’re going and we’ll catch up to them. We can’t do that if we get bit.”

“YN—“ Glenn started. You shook your head again. 

“I’m still not at a full one-hundred percent and I know you aren’t either, Glenn. If we push through, we’ll die. I’d rather that didn’t happen.”

“I’m going through, YN,” Glenn said. “And you can’t stop me.” 

Without another word, Glenn started to climb back up the rubble and Tara looked at him. 

“She’s right,” Tara said to Glenn. “It’s too dangerous.”

“I’m going.” 

“Fine,” you said with a huff. Grabbing the flashlight out of his hand, you walked over to the rubble by the wall.

“What are you doing?” Tara asked.

“Making a distraction. They’ll move towards the light and hopefully ignore us.” Wiggling the flashlight to attract the walkers, you set it down carefully and walked back over to Glenn and Tara. 

“Alright. Let’s go.” 

You weren’t happy about this plan, but you knew that Glenn would make good on his promise and go anyways. At least this way, you would stay together. So you climbed down as quietly as you could, Glenn right behind you with Tara bringing up the rear. You were tentatively looking around the corner to see if all the walkers were occupied enough for you to sneak past them when you heard a stone falling behind you. Whipping your head around, you saw that Tara’s leg was stuck underneath a rock. 

“I’m stuck,” Tara whispered, whimpering slightly when Glenn tried to move the rock.

“Glenn, hurry up and get her free,” you hissed. “We gotta get out of here.”

“Go,” Tara said. Glenn looked at her and then at you.

“No,” you both said at the same time.

“Go find Maggie. Find your brothers.”

“We’re not leaving you,” you said. 

“You can’t save me. Even if you managed to get this off of me, I won’t be able to run,” Tara said shakily. “They’ll get all of us because of me.”

“There’s got to be a way,” Glenn said. 

“We don’t leave people behind, Tara,” you said. 

“Get out of here!” She suddenly yelled. “Go!” 

“No,” Glenn said. 

The two of you shared a look and you nodded, grabbing your gun and cocking it. Shooting the walkers that came close, you both ran out of ammo quickly. You unsheathed your knife and Glenn picked up his empty rifle, the both of you ready to go hand-to-hand, when a blinding light appeared. 

“Get down!” Someone yelled. 

Glenn grabbed you, covering you and Tara with his body as gunshots rang out inside the tunnel. When the gunfire stopped, Glenn got off of you and saw Maggie walking towards you. They had a heartfelt reunion and you looked at Sasha, relief coursing through your body when you saw your daughter.

“Charlotte!” You said. Stumbling forward, you took your daughter out of Sasha’s arms and kissed her head before squeezing your best friend tightly.

“Oh thank god. You’re alright? No scratches or bites?” She said, going to check you. 

“No.” You shook your head. “Are you okay? All of you?”

“We’re fine. We were running to meet you when we ran into these people. They said they knew Glenn and that he had gone inside the tunnel. We figured you’d meet up with him and explain what happened so we decided to go back inside and get you that way.”

“Well I’m certainly glad you did,” you said with a laugh. Sasha laughed with you and gave you one last squeeze before letting you go. Tara came up to you and you turned to her, Sasha going back to Bob. 

“Thank you for not leaving me behind,” Tara said. “I know I told you to but I was really scared to die.”

“We’re not the type of people to leave someone behind,” you said. 

“I can tell.” She looked at you and bit her lip, uncertainty flashing across her face.

“What is it?” You asked, bouncing Ada softly.

“You have a kid and you still risked your life for a stranger. Why?”

“The best thing I could do for my daughter in that instant was help a stranger. She was safe with her family and what example would I be setting if I didn’t help someone? Especially if that someone was important to her Uncle Glenn.” You tickled Lottie’s belly and she giggled. A smile appeared on Tara’s face before it was replaced with a frown.

“You mentioned tests earlier. What did you mean?” 

“At the prison, the place we were staying before we got stuck out here, my brothers and I were in charge of talking to all the newcomers. We made sure that they were safe to bring in.” 

“So you did some tests on them?” 

“Yes.”

“Does it hurt?” 

“It shouldn’t.” You grabbed your bag and walked a little ways away, motioning for Tara to follow. She did and you could hear one of the newcomers asking what you were doing. Glenn answered, but you stopped paying attention. 

“So I’m going to do a couple things. All you have to do is do what I say, when I say it,” you said. Rummaging through your bag, you brought out some small pieces of metal. 

“Hold this for a second.” You handed her the pieces of metal and dug around in your bag for your flask. 

“Is something supposed to be happening?” 

“For your sake, no,” you said. Taking the metal from her, you held out your hand. 

“What?” She asked. 

“Give me your arm, please.” 

Tara held out her arm and you pushed her jacket up a little before pouring a little holy water on her. When nothing happened, you nodded your head and packed all the stuff back up. 

“She’s clean,” you called to Glenn. To Tara you said, “You are to wear this ring for the rest of the time you’re with us. If I see that you’ve taken it off then there’s going to be trouble, understand?” 

“Yes,” Tara said. She took the ring you handed her and slipped it on. 

“Clean of what?” The redhead asked, coming towards you. 

“I’ll tell you after I make sure everyone else here is too.” You pointed at him. “You’re next. Follow me.” 

“I’m sorry, honey, but I don’t follow orders,” he said. “I give them.”

“If you don’t follow me and do as I say, I won’t hesitate to put your ass in the dirt,” you said. 

“You couldn’t take me,” he scoffed. You raised your eyebrow but said nothing.

“Abraham,” Glenn said warningly. 

“What? Little thing like her couldn’t do—“ Abraham was cut off by you sweeping his feet out from under him.

“Ass, meet dirt,” you said. “I can do so much more when I’m not holding a baby, so your best chance will be to follow me.” 

Begrudgingly, Abraham followed you. After he passed the tests, you did the same thing to Eugene and Rosita. All of them were clean and you gave them silver rings of their own. They of course questioned everything so you explained to them about the monsters you’ve hunted. They were unbelieving at first, but you managed to convince them that you weren’t crazy. Rosita wasn’t hard to convince, claiming she’d seen some shit before so she went off and secured the tunnel with Tara while Glenn and Maggie dealt with the walker bodies.

“So now that you’ve told us that the dead walking isn’t the only threat out there of that magnitude, let me tell you something that should get your spirits up,” Abraham looked at Eugene and said, “This man right here has to get to DC to help get the world back in order.”

“I’m sorry, that sounded like you meant he has a cure?” Sasha said. 

“I do.” 

Your eyes widened and you shared a look with Sasha. 

“No fucking way,” you blurted with a shake of your head. 

“I’m not joking,” Eugene said. 

“I’ve looked all over my dad’s notes for a cure, talked to as many hunters as I could before shit stopped working and no one knew anything about this,” you said. 

“It’s not a supernatural thing, I can assure you of that. It was man made. That’s all I can say on the subject.” 

“So you’re saying the fate of the world is classified.” You scoffed and crossed your arms. “Of course it is.”

“You should come to DC with us,” Abraham said. 

“I’m not going anywhere until I find my brothers and everyone else,” you said. 

“Glenn, Eugene knows the cure for the walkers,” Sasha said. You looked up to see Glenn and Maggie walking up. 

“Yeah. I’m guessing Abraham asked you to go to DC with him?”

“I’m downright tickled y’all found each other. We should celebrate for the rest of the night. Tomorrow there’s no reason at all why the nine of us plus the little one shouldn’t stuff ourselves in that van and head up to Washington,” Abraham said. 

“He’s right. I’m gonna go,” Tara said. 

“Well I’m not. I still need to find my brothers and my other daughter.”

“He’s wrong, Tara,” Eugene said. “We’re almost sixty percent of the way from Houston to Washington. Up until now, we’ve had a military vehicle and we lost eight people. I don’t think that grocery grabber will do us any better.”

Eugene looked around at everyone. “We’re a day’s walk from Terminus. Who knows what they got there.”

“It won’t hurt to check it out,” Rosita said. “We could load up on supplies, try to recruit some people.”

“I’ll go with you guys. But after we see Terminus. I have to know if my brother’s there,” Sasha said. 

“Me too,” Bob said. “On both counts.”

“Alright. Tomorrow, we’re going to the end of the line,” Abraham said after he stood up. “Then Washington.”

---

Sam and Dean

After a couple days of walking, the six of them came across an abandoned truck. It was the best they’d be able to get with night approaching so a fire was quickly made and the two tiny rabbits Rick had managed to catch roasted up. After the food was gone, Carl and Sophia had gone to sleep in the car while the adults stayed by the fire.  

“Those were really small,” Michonne said, stoking the fire.

“We’ll be at Terminus tomorrow and hopefully get some food there,” Sam said. 

“Have you noticed that all anyone really talks about anymore is food?” Rick said after a second. “I’ve forgotten what it felt like, to be out here.”

“We’ll be somewhere safe soon.”

“If the folks there are taking more people in, they’ve gotta be strong. They’d have to have a system,” Rick said as he kicked out the fire. 

“I’m still wondering if it’s legit,” Dean said. “It just feels too good to be true.”

Right then, a branch snapped behind them and hands went to weapons. No one saw anything out of the ordinary, so Rick and Dean sat down hesitantly. 

“We took people in,” Rick said. 

“So did the Governor,” Michonne said. Sam and Dean looked at each other before looking at the ground. 

“That’s how it is, isn’t it? We don’t get to know until we do.”

“And if it is something like Woodbury?” Sam said, eyes closed. Dean was still looking at the ground. 

“We don’t even know if it’s still there,” Rick said. Dean sighed and rubbed his face. He looked up to see someone holding a gun to Rick’s head. 

“Oh dearie me,” the man said. He looked at Sam and Dean. “I suggest you put those guns away before I shoot your friend in the head.” 

The two of them put their guns on the ground and a couple of the men came up behind them and took the weapons. Michonne had a gun pointed at her head and the unmistakable sound of a gun cocking was heard behind the brothers. 

“You definitely screwed up, asshole,” the man holding Rick at gunpoint said. 

Looking around, Sam noticed that there were six men in total. Two in front of him, two behind him, and two over by the truck where the kids were. The man by Rick was monologuing but Sam wasn’t listening. He was on high alert, trying to find a time to get out of this situation. Then, Daryl popped up. 

“Joe!” Daryl said. He came from behind the truck, holding his crossbow and a trash bag, Beth and an unknown boy right next to him. She was shaking from fear but Dean felt relief crash through his body when he saw that they were both okay. 

“You’re stoppin’ me on eight, Daryl,” Joe said. Daryl walked forward after motioning Beth and the boy to stay put. 

“Just, hold up.” Daryl was now right behind Sam. 

“This is the guy who killed Lou. We got nothin’ to talk about,” one of the men spat. 

“Thing about nowadays is we got nothin’ but time. Say your piece, Daryl,” Joe said.

“These people, they’re good people. You’re gonna let ‘em go.”

“I think Lou would disagree with you on that,” Joe said, a slight stutter in his voice. “I will have to speak for him, of course, seein’ as your friend here, strangled him in a bathroom and left him to turn.”

“Ya want blood, and I get it.” Daryl put his belongings on the ground and spread his arms wide. “Take it from me, man.”

“This man killed our friend. You say he’s good people, but that’s- that’s a lie. It’s a damn lie!” 

Daryl’s face fell for just a second before the two men behind Sam and Dean started beating him. Beth let out a stifled scream and Joe’s attention turned to her. 

“After you teach him good, you can have the girl,” Joe said. Pure terror came over face and she started backing up. 

“Don’t you touch her,” Sam and Dean both said, venom in their voices. 

“That’s not for you to decide,” Joe said. The fighting had moved closer to the kids and then the men over by the truck opened the door, dragging Carl, Adeline, and Sophia outside. 

“You leave them be!” Rick roared. 

He went to stand up but Joe was quick to sit him back down. Rick and Joe were talking but Dean wasn’t listening. He was too busy making sure nothing happened to the kids. Seeing them scared out of their minds was making him seethe in anger, but he was trying to keep a level head. Dean could see Beth and the new kid making their way behind the truck and Dean shook his head when they made eye contact. With his eyes, he signaled towards the woods and Beth nodded. She grabbed the kids hand and when the gun went off, they were running as fast as they could into the trees, Dean following quickly. 

“Oh my god,” Dean said, pulling Beth close when they were far enough away. “Did they hurt you? Are you alright?”

“I’m fine,” Beth said. “They wanted to but Daryl and Noah stopped them.”

“Noah?” Dean turned to the other kid and held his hand out. 

“Thanks for keeping her safe,” Dean said. Noah took his hand and shook it. 

“More like she kept me safe,” Noah said. 

“Now, what are we gonna do about this problem?” Beth asked. “These men are vile and vicious. They’ll keep their promises about beating Daryl to death and hurting everyone if we don’t do anything about it.”

“I’m going to do something about it. The two of you are gonna stay here where you won’t get hurt,” Dean said. 

“But Dean—“

“No. No buts. I just got some of my family back unharmed and it’s going to stay that way. You’re going to stay here and watch each other’s backs while I go and stop these men. I’ll come back for you.” Dean kissed Beth’s forehead before running back to the truck. 

Dean got there just in time to see Rick rip out Joe’s throat. He took advantage of the moment of horror, grabbing his gun and shooting one of the men beating Daryl. Michonne shot the one holding her and Daryl smashed the head of the other man beating him. When Rick advanced on the men holding the kids, both Sam and Michonne shot the one holding the girls while Rick gutted the man who touched his son. The kids were hanging onto Michonne for dear life but when Adeline saw Sam, she bolted over to him. Sam picked her up and ran over to Dean.

“Dean, where’s Beth?” Sam said. 

“Beth and Noah are over there by that clump of trees,” Dean said. He looked at Daryl. “I’m gonna go get them. You should let Sammy look at your injuries.” 

“Alright,” Daryl said, wincing slightly as he took a step forward. Dean ran off into the woods, only slowing down when he got near where he left Beth. 

“Beth,” Dean said softly. “It’s alright, you can come out now.” 

Dean rounded a tree and found Beth standing there with Noah. 

“Are they dead?” She said. Dean nodded and Beth ran up to him, crashing into his arms. Dean ran a soothing hand up and down her back for a few seconds before pulling back. 

“Come on. We should go back.” 

Beth nodded and the three of them walked back to the truck. Sam had dragged the bodies away from the truck before they got back and Dean gave him a grateful look. Carl, Adeline, Sophia, and Michonne were already in the truck. Noah needed no prompting and he got into the passenger seat when Dean opened it for him. Dean led Beth over to the driver’s seat but she shook her head. 

“Can you stay with me?” She asked. Dean looked at her before looking at Sam and Daryl. They nodded and waved him off so he looked back at Beth. 

“Of course I can.” The two of them climbed into the back of the truck and Beth curled into Dean. She fell asleep like that quickly and he sighed, tilting his head back. 

“Night didn’t turn out good, did it?” Dean said to Michonne. 

“No, it didn’t. But at least we got Beth and Daryl back,” she said. 

“How’re the kids?” 

“A little shaken up, but asleep. How’s Beth?”

“The same.” Dean brushed some of her hair away from her face before leaning down to kiss her head. 

“She reminds me so much of YN,” Dean mused quietly. “You should’ve seen her when our dad let us go on our first hunt. She was so scared but once it started, it was like everything clicked into place. She was a natural. Beth’s gonna be the same way, I know it. Sophia and Adeline too.”

“They’re both strong, that’s for sure. Beth just doesn’t know it yet.” 

A few minutes of silence passed before Michonne spoke again. 

“You should get some sleep. We have Daryl and Sam making sure everything’s going smoothly out there. You’re gonna need to keep your strength up,” she said. 

“If you insist,” Dean said. He yawned and shifted slightly, getting comfortable before falling asleep.

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Dean was woken up by Sam a few hours later. Beth was still snoring softly, curled up into his side and Dean blinked wearily before his eyes landed on his brother. 

“Sammy?” Dean slurred, still slightly asleep. 

“We gotta get moving,” Sam said. Dean twisted his head and saw that the other people were already out of the truck. 

“Alright.” Dean stretched and shook Beth awake. 

“Beth?” He said quietly. “Come on, sweetheart. It’s time to get up.”

“Don’t wanna,” Beth said, shoving her face into Dean’s chest. 

“I know, but we gotta get going.” 

Beth let out a full-bodied sigh before sitting up. Letting out a yawn, she stretched and clambered out of the truck. Dean watched as Adeline came up and almost tackled her to the ground in a hug, Sophia and Carl right behind her. He got out of the truck and walked up to Daryl. Clapping him on the back, the two of them looked at Beth being reunited fully with the others. 

“The two of you get out together?” Dean asked. 

“Yeah. She had gone ta find some o’ the kids, ta get ‘em on the bus. Bus got away and we ran outta the prison,” Daryl said. 

“I’m glad she had you to watch over her.”

“She’s strong. Don’t know it yet, but she is.” Daryl glanced at Dean. “Do ya know if anyone else made it out?” 

“I have no idea. YN had taken Charlotte into the cell block to grab some stuff but that’s the last time I saw them.” Dean looked at the ground and took a breath. 

“We’ll find ‘em,” Daryl said, nodding to himself. 

“We will.” The two of them shared a knowing glance and walked over to the bags laying on the ground. 

No other words were spoken as they left the road and got back on the train tracks. Rick and Michonne were leading the group, three of the four kids behind them. Adeline was holding Daryl’s hand as they walked, Sam and Dean bringing up the rear. After a bit of walking, they came across another sign for Terminus.

“We’re gettin’ close,” Daryl said. “Get there ‘fore sundown.”

“Now we head through the woods. We don’t know who they are.” 

“Alright.” 

The nine of them got off of the tracks and into the woods, always wary of their surroundings. It was time to see what Terminus was all about.

[valeriele3]

I had a weird dream..Soo imma put it here

🚨This is extremely long🚨

I was in my grandpa’s house then a zombie apocalypse started

My parents in that dream isn’t my actual parents and the mom was a bitch to me

Somehow there’s powers now and heroes arrived in our house

We packed our things but then when me and my “dad” was about to go downstairs the stairs were completely ruined bc my “mom” set up a bomb to destroy it when she went down so she’s the only that can be saved

And yeah..When the heroes “saved” her they went outside to help more people and me and my dad were stuck inside the house. (We somehow got down by idk parkour)

We were banging and screaming by the window since the door is locked and we can’t unlock it

The heroes can’t hear or see us so they got onto this spaceship thing to go on to the next location

We were both stuck in our house for sooo long then some survivors came to our house and got in

We bonded and decided to stay in our house because again Idk

Blah blah blah I went upstairs to get some sort of necklace that was special to me

Then when I went back down some guys with smiling masks and hoodies barged in and started attacking us

We all survived and escaped using a school bus bc apparently me and my family own a school bus hahah

Suddenly we were in the highway with no zombie apocalypse whatsoever and the guys attacking us was gone

But I kept looking around our surroundings just in case they’ll come after us again..(I was specifically looking around for a shadowy figure that can shoot something out of its mouth with long range(That first monster thing in Sweet Home) since I had a dream like this before with the same mask guys)

Some black figure did appear except it was straight up running at us with superhuman speed

After a while that figure stopped and looked at another direction then the guys that attacked us when we were at home came in motorcycles chasing us

I was irritated because they would sometimes even pause for a few seconds to chat or plan something while still keeping up with our speed

(The mask guys and the dark figure from earlier are invisible to others. Only me, my dad(Even if I don’t remember him being in the bus), and the group of survivors with us can see them)

We tried shooting them but the bullets just went through them

Then the next second we weren’t in a bus anymore but instead riding motorcycles. I tried shooting them again but nothing so I tried shooting at their motorcycles and it hits

So I sped up a bit to inform the others you can hit the motorcycles..Everyone then started shooting until we run out of bullets/ammo

Then we were in the bus again

I can’t exactly remember or explain what happened next but our “leader” a.k.a the one driving the bus turned out to be a traitor

He purposely crashed the bus when we in some woods looking area because apparently the mask guys promised to let him go unscathed if he were to betray us and he agreed

I basically hit him with my gun and started kicking him then my oh so kind self remembered about the others so I went inside the bus and everyone was basically like dead

These two guys (A girl and boy both from the survivors team) had some black veiny things in them and I concluded that they’re about to turn into some super zombie

Then wowww I was back in my “house” with everyone alive and well

I went upstairs with my “dad” since he wanted to accompany me (at the same time the house turned into a barn looking house)

I went to the attic? And yeah some giant Gyutaro was there and said something to cause myself to look ✨traumatized✨ (I was somehow in like a 3rd person view and just watched everything go down)

Then Gyutaro picked me up with some inky slimy black tentacle looking thing and said something to my “dad”

And my “dad” was begging in tears to let me go

Then I woke up

[into-the-center-of-things]

day six: art institute of chicago part three!!!

After the Georgia O Keefe exhibit we had about an hour or so to kill. So we went into the Clown Torture exhibit, which I was kind of excited about. When we entered the hallway leading into the exhibit two girls burst through the doors exclaiming "don't go in there its horrible!" which @germfreeadulthood and I took as a sign that this was exactly what we were anticipating. So went in we did.

There were two projections and two TV screens depicting different looping scenes of clowns in various stages of discomfort—shouting, screaming, dropping things, sitting on the toilet. It was honestly super funny and cool to see and I respected the multisense level of chaos it was attempting to bring forth. I imagine it worked for a lot of people—there were two girls behind us who came in, saw the screens, and immediately left.

We ended our visit at the Christina Ramberg retrospective. It appears she does a lot of microportraits of body parts, especially torsos and women's hair. The doll wall was lowkey kind of creepy and the description said it captured the race and gender stereotypes of the time—which I do agree with, a lot of very dated depictions from dolls that were to be given to children, to teach them to become accustomed to said stereotypes.

Then we said goodbye to the Art Institute of Chicago—we definitely didn't get a chance to see everything but I liked what we did get a chance to look at...and since the exhibits rotate I bet the next time I visit it'll be all different stuff!

Then we checked out the Chicago Cultural Center before we went home. The shop had art pieces and zines and stuff being sold by local artists and activists, which was cool. Most significantly however was the exhibit deeper inside...it was focusing on queer experience and AIDS—a lot of material from the late 20th century, pamphlets, magazine articles, photographs, newspaper spreads, projects, poems, print outs, etc...

Again, we didn't get to see all of it because we came when they were like 50 minutes before closing, but this is definitely somewhere I'd want to visit again. We took the bus back afterwards and I, once again, fell asleep for almost an hour once we got home.

I don't know why I keep falling asleep. I'm not usually so dizzy and low energy. I have been napping more than usual, even when I taught mroning classes. It might be a caffeine thing, it might be a hormonal thing, maybe I'm just homesick (and I'm starting to feel like that, homesick I mean...) I don't really know but I slept and slept and when I woke up I felt better and @germfreeadulthood made us mushroom miso pasta and we watched a shitty horror movie called The Devil's Hand that was supposed to be a horror movie about Amish people (because, for fuck's sake, I can't stop thinking about those goddamn Amish people!!).

It was very bad but hilarious in terms of the bizarre writing choices, not scary at all, the end..

...which lead into us talking about the movie I Saw the TV Glow, which I feel like is a movie a lot of people in my circle hated, but I lowkey kind of liked? So it was nice to hear @germfreeadulthood's perspective on its tackling of the topic of transitioning and race (or lake thereof) because those tend to be things that I don't think a lot about. I don't really think critically about movies, I think I have an initial reaction but I have to rewatch them a few times to really garner some sort of critique since I don't have any kind of background or understanding of how film criticism works—books are a lot easier for me because I can't finish them in one sitting, for example, I have more time to marinate on that gut reaction which lends itself to a more cohesive critique of the media overall...

Anyways...I showered and I feel better...I'm hoping my nap doesn't fuck up when I fall asleep but I feel exhausted just writing all this out...but we are going to go swimming in Lake Michigan tomorrow, then Tuesday we go to Indiana, then Wednesday I'm on the train home to California...

[itsallyscorner]

I was wondering if you can write something about reader x marvel cast where they go on the tour bus with James Corden. Maybe reader is dating a costar (you can choose who)

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We Are Avengers

Pairing: Marvel cast x reader, Sebastian Stan x Fem!reader

Summary: Basically what happens during James Corden’s Star Star Tour😌

Warnings: None :)

Hello darling, thank you for the request! I apologize that it took so long for me to write, but I’ve been busy with school and I’ve been lacking motivation in general. But thank you so much for this request, it gave me the chance to rewatch one of my favorite Marvel cast videos so thank you for that as well, it never fails to make me smile. I hope you don’t mind that I chose Seb as the co-star you’re dating! Also, yes, I know I’ve been writing a lot of headcanons but writing this as a headcanon seems like the best way to write it for me😭 I’m gonna add in some pictures that the cast took with their disposable cameras, so enjoy😉

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When it was mentioned that you and some other members of the Infinity War cast were going to be on James Corden, you were very excited.

You enjoyed making appearances on late night talk shows; Jimmy Fallon, Jimmy Kimmel—they were always fun to be on. Though you’ve always loved making appearances on James Corden’s show.

When you first heard about being on The Late Late Show, you were expecting to do a typical interview in the studio that would lead to playing a game later on in the show.

What you didn’t expect was to be led out to the parking lot with the rest of the cast, only to be greeted by a double decker bus with James’ face plastered alongside it.

At first you were all a bit confused but one of the producers came up to you all and explained the segment you were all filming.

Everyone was buzzing with exhilaration waiting to get on the bus. One by one you were called up, you being paired with Sebastian.

Wait, he would make you go up the stairs first so he can stay behind you, making sure you don’t fall. Omg and he would place his hand on your lower back too😭🥺

“Wow—Marvel’s own power couple, it’s such an honor to have you both on here. Thank you for coming!” James greeted the both of you. Partially acting because the cameras were rolling.

You and Sebastian beamed at him, proud of the title the fans and your cast mates have given you both over the years. “It’s always a pleasure to see you, James.”

James gives you both your name tags, pausing mid way while he was handing Seb his. James’ gaze shifts between you and Seb, “I’m sorry, you’re just both so beautiful.”

Seb bashfully thanks him, pulling you towards the seats, as you giggle behind him.

You and Seb sit towards the back, behind Don and Tom.

You all sit tight, talking amongst yourselves as you wait for the bus to start. In the seats were disposable cameras and some Late Late Show merch.

The bus hasn’t started driving yet, but you were all having too much fun with the disposable cameras.

Everyone was just taking pictures of each other. You and Seb took a couple selfies and some stolen shots of the others, mostly Anthony.

You even got a cute shot of Don and Tom:

Yes I know they used disposable cameras but I decided to tie in my ‘Polaroid’ series into this even though they’re not using Polaroids—just go with it😭

Being the more social one in the relationship, you were going up and down the aisle talking to everyone.

Seb stayed towards the back with Anthony and Winston. While you were at the front talking to Lizzie and Chris.

Being sad when you were all told to go sit down because you had to leave Lizzie.

Though it probably wasn’t shown in the video, I just KNOW that the filming for this segment was chaotic as fuck.

Chaotic in a good way.

But the whole bus was loud I just know it.

You could hear Mackie across from you talking loudly and laughing that contagious laugh of his.

You, Lizzie, Pom, and Zoe attempting to talk to each other from different spots on the bus over everyone else’s voice.

Chris and Paul can also be heard laughing all the way from the back.

James feeling like a parent because it felt like he was babysitting a bunch of toddlers.

The whole thing was freaking chaotic from the start, I mean ya’ll started the ‘tour’ with Benedict and Chris rubbing sunscreen on James’ legs.

Everyone passing around the sunscreen after, because it was sunny as hell and no one thought of wearing sunscreen.

Seb being a cheeky asshole and ‘accidentally’ smearing sunscreen across your face.

“Sebastian!” You gasped before a flash of light went off on you. When your eyes recovered from the flash you see Seb holding up a camera at you, snickering to himself.

James began to act as your guide, pointing out things like a coffee shop and explaining what it is.

All of you being childish and pretending to not know what a coffee shop or what a line is.

Laughing at Don when he got out of his seat and took a picture of the coffee shop. Like how he got into an over exaggerated position just to take a picture was funny.

Everyone being childish and acting as actual tourist in Los Angeles. Like pointing things out and asking about them or taking pictures of literally everything you drove by.

When Reggie Watts began that sing along thing everyone joined in, bopping and dancing along to the beat.

Like you guys are just having a really great time, happy to be in each other’s presence.

You could hear Sebby singing along to Reggie beside you, and you couldn’t help but just adore him singing and having fun.

He’d notice your stare, he may have had sunglasses on, but you could see the crinkle of his eyes from behind his sunglasses as he smiled at you.

“Na, na, na, na, na, na!” Seb repeated, leaning towards you to press a kiss on your temple.

Throughout the whole ride, he’d have his arm along the back of your seat or have it across your lap.

After the sing along, James went back to acting as a tour guide. He pointed to a red building—whatever it was—and deemed it as “Barbra Streisand’s holiday home”.

Josh Brolin, who was sat along at the back of the deck, raised his hand. “Excuse me! I—uh don’t mean to interrupt, but I have to use the bathroom. Can I use the bathroom?”

James pretending to cringe and telling him that in order to use the bathroom you have to be in three or more Marvel movies to use the bathroom—end credits don’t count.

Everyone being childish once again and yelling “OHHHHHHH!” Like a bunch of school kids.

James points to Tom, “Tom Hiddleston do you need the bathroom?”

Tom, with his soft voice and a small shrug says, “I’m actually okay!”

James then points to you and Seb, “My lovebirds at the back, Sebastian, (Y/n), do either of you need the bathroom?”

You and Seb glance at each other, “Nah we’re good.” Your boyfriend answers.

“Yeah, I used the bathroom before we came here.” You look behind your shoulder at Josh, a smug expression on your face, “Unlike some people.”

Josh flipping you off while everyone laughs at him.

Since Anthony and Seb aren’t sitting together, I just know that Anthony would be yelling at Seb from across the bus to get his attention.

No seriously, I saw them in the background of the video and even heard Mackie yelling lmao😭😂

“(Y/n) call Sebastian!” Anthony yelled at you from across the bus, pointing to the man beside you with a grin on his face.

You chuckle and nudge Seb, “Your boyfriend’s calling you.”

Seb would shake his head at you and turn his attention to Anthony; who just wanted to take a picture of Seb from his side of the bus.

James trying to get spoilers out of all of you but thankfully you all aren’t Tom Holland or Mark Ruffalo.

“Does anyone on this bus die in the next Avengers?” James asked. Suddenly you were all quiet, not a word coming out of any of you.

Until Paul began to scream his infamous line, “snITCHES END UP IN DITCHES!”

Getting confused when James suddenly asked the bus to stop and ran off the bus.

Next thing you know, you’re all hopping off the bus and walking into a comic store with a Spider-Man statue at the front.

Seb motioned to the statue and looked back and Anthony, “We gotta get a picture with that.”

Anthony instantly agreeing—he was willing to do anything to tease Tom Holland.

Seb’s not that huge with PDA, but he always needs to be touching you. So he’ll be interlocking your hands with his the moment you walk off the bus and all the way into the comic store.

Feeling thrilled to surprise the people who were shopping at the store.

You all walked around, mingled with some fans, taking selfies with them, and signed a few things.

You were looking at some Funko Pops with Lizzie when you felt a small tap on your leg.

You looked down to see a small girl looking up at you with wide eyes full of admiration. In her tiny hands was a Funko Pop of your character.

You and Lizzie instantly coo at the toddler, crouching down to her level so you can talk.

“Hey, sweetheart!” You greet her, taken back when she suddenly wraps her arms around you into a hug. You laugh wrapping your arms around her small figure and hugging her back.

“I love you so much!” She squeals into your ear, arms tightening around you. Your heart swelled as she excitedly babbled about how much she loved your character and how you were her favorite.

“I love you too! Oh my gosh, you’re so cute!” You decide to carry the toddler, who you later learned was named Lila. Her parents scolded her for distracting you from the other fans in the store, but you brushed them off, your attention focused on your tiny fan.

You carried her around while you met other fans and signed more comic books and merch.

You even introduced her to your other cast mates.

Sebastian’s heart absolutely melting at the sight of you with a baby.

Homie wants to wife you up one day and seeing you with a baby made his baby fever sky rocket.

“Lila, this is Sebastian! You know who he plays right?” You ask the toddler in your arms. Sebastian ducking a bit so he could hear her over the commotion in the store.

“Yeah, he’s the wiener soldier!” She replied. Both you and Seb had to hold back your laughs at her answer.

Lila bragging about how she loves you more than Sebastian.

Seb having to agree because he doesn’t wanna make a toddler cry.

Before you all left, you took pictures with Lila and her parents and signed a bunch of her merch.

^ the boys got their picture.

You guys get back on the bus only to come back to rolls of paper under your seats.

You all sang the “Avengers” song, singing screaming the lyrics dramatically.

Don and Anthony bringing on the vocals.

Before you guys get off the bus you all take a selfie together.

Leaving Chris Hemsworth on the bus and walking off the bus with your heart all warm and fuzzy because you had an amazing time with your boyfriend and your friends :)

This is so long holy shit

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[cerinefalls]

One Bed {A Shoto Todoroki xReader Trope-Fic}

This work is the first of a series.

3290 words

MHA/BNHA trope fic

fluff

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On this lovely night, an unexpected stop had UA in a tizzy. Of course, something had gone wrong. You were on a trip with the hero course, after all. The bus came to a screeching halt in the darkness, which woke most of the students aboard.

"Is everyone alright?" Aizawa stood groggily from his bus seat and turned to face the body of students behind him. It looked like students weren't the only ones awoken by the unexpected stop.

"We're fine, Mr. Aizawa." Denki shot a thumbs up in the direction of his teacher, letting him know that his group had been fine.

"Yep, looking good on this side of the bus!" Kirishima seconded. The two boys were right. 1A's side of the bus was hardly affected by the whiplash-inducing pause in their trip.

The same could not be said for Class B. Due to the direction of the bus, Class B's student body had ended up halfway on the floor. Aizawa could clearly see this when he turned to ask for a status update, but he accepted the 'I'm fine' from his students and sat down long before anyone addressed it.

"I'm sorry, kids. Somethin's wrong with the engine." The bus driver hopped up out of his seat and bowed at the front of the aisle. It was some form of apology, though no one believed it was needed.

"It's fine," Shouta grumbled from his seat. "Vlad will get us rooms somewhere so we can wait out the night. It's unsafe to stay here with villains roaming around." After a few moments of back and forth between the hero-course teachers, Vlad cracked and began searching for hotels nearby.

Soon enough, classes 1A and 1B had walked to a nearby hotel. You'd arrived safely! What a feat for this school. As soon as you walked in, though, you could tell why arriving safely wasn't the worst of your concerns. Immediately whispers began floating amongst students.

"Enough." Aizawa progressed to the front of the group and shushed them, which with his demeanor worked quickly. Everyone turned their attention to him and listened to what he had to say. "They have been kind enough to let us bring all of you here. Be respectful."

"Yeah, because all their rooms were empty..." One student joked from the back. They instantaneously regretted their decision.

"Go to the front and get your room keys." Vlad pointed in the direction of the check-in desk while Aizawa dealt with the problem-child.

What a time! Staying in a hotel with unknown reviews on a night you were meant to be safe in your dorms. This had to be the safest, most organized thing UA had ever allowed to happen, right? It was no surprise at this point. You let your annoyed thoughts sink to the back of your mind as you walked to the room you were assigned and swiped your key.

Wait- what was that? Something brushed your hand as you reached for the door. You snatched your hand back, fight or flight switched on in your unfamiliar surroundings, but when you turned around, all you saw was a puzzled face on one of your classmates.

"Shoto?" You questioned, startled but settling down. He nodded in response.

"The woman at the desk gave me a key to this room," he explained.

"She gave me a key to this room," you elaborated, matching the confusion he was displaying.

"Maybe we are meant to share it," he suggested. You hadn't thought about that. The hotel was housing forty-one students and two teachers, so it'd make sense if you were supposed to share rooms. You nodded.

"It isn't impossible." You wanted to make sure, though. Reaching your hand over again, you placed the black bar on the back of your card against the lock. With a click, it opened. "Hm, now you try." You stepped back to give him room.

Todoroki took a few moments to realize what you were trying to do, but once he did, he stood to attention. Shoto placed the bar of his own card onto the lock, and just as it had with yours, the lock opened. He stepped forward with a hum, pushing open the door and waiting for you to enter.

"Oh? Thank you." You tried not to sound worried as you carried yourself as well as your bag into the room. It was separated! How lovely. For a ditsy-looking hotel, the room sure seemed nice. You sat your bag next to the couch and put your exhausted body to rest right above it, falling on the furniture with a thud.

Todoroki wasn't far behind you, closing the door when he walked in and placing his bag next to the armchair. He took a seat on the chair and turned in your direction.

"You should shower," He said plainly.

"Are you calling me stinky?" You joked, attempting to make light of the soon-to-be awkward situation. It appeared your humor was completely lost on this one, though, because instead of a laugh, you saw a dull face and slow-shaking head.

"No, not like that." Todoroki denied your claim. "I'm saying we were doing field training, and you should clean up. I'll let you go first." He was keen on giving you the first chance at things. It was sweet of him, no matter how bland he was while doing it. Kindness was kindness, and you weren't about to turn kindness down.

"Right," you agreed, not surprised your joke had flown over this boy's head. For someone half cold-half hot, his personality sure took after one side at a time.

You slowly stood off the couch and grabbed your bag, walking towards the washroom. After addressing him with a final nod of thanks, you disappeared past the doorframe. Once steam began to seep past the crack underneath, Shoto reached for his bag and took out his phone, knowing you were comfortable in the shower.

40 Missed Calls from "Father."

Shoto swiped the notifications away and went to text endeavor with an update. By the time he'd passive-aggressively responded to his father's concerns and beat three levels of his 'brain games,' you'd emerged from the shower and opened the door.

"I only had my casual clothes as spares, so I'll be sleeping in a t-shirt tonight. I hope you brought something." You spoke embarrassedly as Todoroki stared you down. It was odd how long his eyes were fixed on your wet hair, almost as if he was trying to figure something out. Even as you walked back to the couch and sat down- his eyes followed the upper half of your body and studied you.

After this prolonged experience, he went right back to normal without speaking a word. All he did was nod at you as you had him, walking into the washroom and shutting the door. You didn't see any steam after he turned the water on, which you thought was mildly confusing. Had he stepped in already? Apparently so, though you didn't figure this out until fifteen minutes later when he finally emerged.

"Go use the restroom before bed." A half-dressed Shoto Todoroki walked back into the 'living room' with completely dry hair. While you'd covered your upper body, he'd covered his lower. Had that been why he'd stared at you before? He was even making a point to fluff his hair with his hands, taking his seat back on the armchair.

"Good idea." You replied, quickly scurrying to the washroom once again. You hadn't realized it, but you needed to pee. You'd first noticed on the bus, but since the stress of the situation got to you, you'd completely forgotten.

When you approached the toilet, you saw the handle of the shower through your peripheral vision. It was turned completely towards the cold setting. Todoroki washed up in that? No wonder his mood was as cold as his right side.

After washing and drying your hands, you joined Todoroki once again. It was nearing time for the two of you to go to sleep, and neither of you checked the bedroom yet. That gave you an idea.

"Hey, Todoroki, let's look around the room before bed." You suggested.

"But, your hair?" He sounded confused.

"What about my hair?" You questioned him, patting your head in an attempt to find what he was talking about.

"You shouldn't go to bed with wet hair. It can make you sick." Todoroki stated quietly. For someone so brief in speaking, his attention to detail was uncanny. "Aizawa would be annoyed if you got sick." He reminded you, and he was probably right. That, as well as the fact that being sick sounded rather unappealing with recovery girl hours away.

"You're right." You nodded in agreeance with him. "Let me go dry it-"

"Let me." Shoto Todoroki just offered to dry your hair. Something about the idea seemed... unsafe.

"Why you?" You questioned, intrigued.

"You didn't do it the first time and I know where the hairdryer is." He stood up and walked towards the room again, opening the door and waiting for you. "Unless you don't want me to."

"Hairdryer?" You were unsure of that. The last thing you wanted was for your hair to get damaged in some way. You thought about it, though. Todoroki's hair was well-kept and looked healthy. It was unlikely he'd do anything wrong, even if your hair was a bit different. "I... trust you." You nodded, following him and standing in front of the sink.

"Okay, stand still." He reached behind the door and took out a cloth bag. From the bag, he pulled out a white, clunky hairdryer. When Shoto plugged it in, the lights in the washroom flickered, startling you.

"You used that on your head!?" You expressed your concern openly.

"No. I don't use hairdryers. I just know how to because Fuyumi taught me. This one doesn't seem safe, though." Todoroki unplugged the hairdryer and sat it on the ironing board, far away from any water sources. " I could dry your hair how I dry my own if you're okay with that."

"Oh, you towel dry? Or does your hair air-dry fast?" You had to admit, you were slightly interested.

"Neither," he shook his head.

"Then..."

"I use my flames."

"What?"

"Midoriya suggested I practice using smaller flames for simple tasks. It helps me." Todoroki demonstrated, a small blaze lighting from his palm. It was interesting to watch such a controlled flame come from him when he'd been a walking inferno during training. "I started using it to dry things because it was safer with water around."

"So you haven't been doing this for very long?" You were skeptical of this method, though as you'd noted before, his hair was still healthy. Clearly, he was doing something right.

"No, I have not, but I've accumulated a skill for it. I'm comfortable containing a flame this size for a long time now." Todoroki explained

It took you a few minutes to consider, time he spent sitting on the edge of the tub and playing with his fire. It was refreshing to see him using it so comfortably when it was clearly not his strongest point. Not trusting him with it seemed almost rude now. "I've made my decision," you turned his way, earning a look of interest. "I still trust you. Show me how you dry your hair." Though you were not sure, you could almost swear you saw a smile tugging at the corners of his lips. It was hard to tell, though, because it lasted only a moment before he stood and walked behind you again.

"Stand still." He requested, raising his right hand just next to the edge of your silhouette. He carefully guided a warm flame around your head. It quickly evaporated the water nearest the air around the two of you but did nothing for the soaked roots. After a thoughtful hum, Todoroki made a tactical decision. He started to section your hair, slowly but surely getting to the root without burning you. After he was done, he fluffed your hair like he had fluffed his own and took a step back.

"Thank you." You smiled, looking over your shoulder in the mirror. In the reflection, you saw a well-contented Shoto Todoroki, looking at his righthand proudly. You dare not mention it for fear of embarrassing him, but it made you smile.

"Thank you for the opportunity." He nodded respectfully, opening the door fully and waiting for you to step out. Once you did, he followed.

The two of you stood in the makeshift hallway until someone yawned, making you giggle. It was time to check out the bedroom, a unanimous decision you'd made. With a loud creak, the door opened and the two of you stepped in.

It wasn't what you expected, to say the very least. You walked into what looked like a beautiful bedroom! It was minimalistically styled, a good choice for a hotel. It was even spacious enough for multiple beds! But... there weren't. You walked into a bedroom that only housed four pieces of furniture; a console table, a dresser, a nightstand, and a California king-sized bed.

"Did we miss something?" You asked, walking around and checking each of the walls. Nothing seemed out of place, and you didn't see any buttons.

"No. The woman told me there would be one bed located in the bedroom area." Shoto explained, placing his bag down by the door. He'd brought your bag as well and placed it on the opposite side of the door. "I was planning on sleeping in the opposite room had I gotten a roommate. I want you to take the bed." It would of course make sense to have the stronger student by the front in the event of an attack, but he did not tell you that.

"There are windows in this room. I think it's safer if we stick together." You suggested, trying to think of ways the two of you could share the space comfortably. The bed looked big enough to fit two full-sized Fatgums, so it wasn't impossible.

"Are you comfortable with me staying here? There's plenty of room in the front if you're worried about me falling off." He reassured you of his safety. Todoroki knew it'd be better to cover both potential entrances, but he also considered your mental well-being. If it made you feel safer with another person, he'd stay.

"I..." You thought for a moment, sitting on the edge of the bed. The all too familiar coolness of the hotel bedspread made up your mind for you. "I'd prefer if you stayed with me." You couldn't possibly make him stay on the couch. He was well-mannered and respectful. It wasn't like you'd struck out and gotten stuck with Bakugo. Keeping Shoto away from the comfort of a hotel bed simply wasn't an option- or at least, not one you were considering.

"Thank you." He nodded. "What side of the bed do you want?" Once again, he was giving you the first pick. You couldn't tell if this instance was him being polite or indecisive, nor did you truly care. His offer allowed you to pick the side of the bed you were most comfortable with, and you did.

Todoroki closed the door and climbed into bed next to you, keeping to his edge. You didn't notice until you rolled over. You thought you'd hit his leg and went to apologize, but he wasn't next to you. The poor boy was barely hugging the edge of the bed.

"Todoroki-" You called out quietly, at a loss for what to say, really.

"Yes?" He answered without a hint of tiredness in his voice. How could he be? Hugging the corner had to be taking some serious effort.

"I'm not scared of you or anything. You can lay down on the bed if you want to." You reminded him you were allowing him near you despite his previous offer. It almost felt like he was scared of you.

"Oh." Hesitantly he rolled back onto the mattress.

"Have you never shared a bed with anyone?" You questioned, unaware of the can you just opened.

Todoroki sat up and turned on the lamp, shaking his head 'no.' Then, and you weren't sure for how long, he went on a tangent about his home life. Shoto explained calmly that until recently, he hadn't had a chance to make friends and enjoy people for who they were. It was far from the simple answer you wanted, but it was enlightening, to say the least.

"So, I do not have much experience in this sort of thing. I do most things alone." He concluded, turning to face you in the dimly lit room. He hadn't looked at you the whole time, appearing lost in his own mind for most of the conversation. It was almost as though you were just an outlet for him at the moment.

"I see," you nodded. There wasn't much you could do. From the way he described it, you didn't pity him. On the contrary, you thought he was strong for enduring after having been dealt such a foul hand in life. None of his stories surprised you, either. They all fit together, woven into one silent-loathing UA first-year. "Can I ask you something?"  You asked, hoping he'd allow your next question.

"Yes," he replied with no visual facial cues.

"Could I help you learn to do things... not alone? As a hero, you'll need to be comfortable around your peers." At least, that was the reason you gave him. It was not why you'd asked, though. You did not pity him, but you did feel as though a support system was what he needed. If that had to start with you and  Midoriya, it was fine by you.

"That would be nice." Shoto laid down in the bed, turning the lamp out once more. It was silent for a while- a peaceful silence that you rather enjoyed. It definitely did not remain that way, though. You broke the silence with a shocked gasp when you felt something come behind you and wrap around your waist. You knew what it was even though you could hardly believe it.

"Shoto?" You called him by name. He only hummed in acknowledgment, waiting for you to ask your question. "Why are you..?"

"Am I making you uncomfortable?" His hold loosened and he backed up, fearing he'd done something wrong. "Natsuo told me that if I was ever put in this situation I should make sure they feel warm and protected. Are you too warm? Or do you feel unsafe?" Shoto had clearly taken his brother's joking advice a bit too seriously.

"Oh? No, no." You figured there was no harm in it, it'd just shocked you. "You can practice on me, but next time it's Midoriya's turn."

Todoroki nodded against your neck, scooted in closer than he had been before. Thank the heavens above for the air conditioning unit, because otherwise, you might have actually been 'too hot.' His quirks weren't the only thing half cold-half hot- his whole body was. Maybe it was some offset of his determination, but you surely felt the difference across your skin.

You had no time to critique his temporal settings.  Before you could get out another word, you heard a soft snore from behind you. Shoto Todoroki had fallen asleep already. It was looking like those cuddle-puddles Ochako tried to set up may have actually been a good idea. Even you felt tired now.

The two of you slept under odd circumstances that night, close and comfy. It was a mighty good thing no one checked for a pullout sofa.

[choralmeres]

Do You Believe?

msr. high school au. tagging @today-in-fic​

“There’s Fox, I’m so glad that they finally found Samantha.” He had heard someone say as he climbed onto the bus.

He frowned at the use of his first name; he never liked it, but everyone insisted on calling him it.

They had indeed found his sister, Samantha after she had been abducted; but he felt like some part of him had changed when she was gone. Many parts, actually. 

For one, he didn’t think that ‘some guy who wanted to get money from the Mulders’ abducted her, no matter how many times his father insisted. He thought it was... aliens. 

It did seem like a far stretch, but everything he knew so far fit a profile of an alien abduction.

He sat down next to Tom Colton, who immediately started talking to him.

“Now you can stop hanging out with the long gun men crowd.”

Mulder frowned some more. 

“Lone Gunmen.” He corrected. “And besides, they’re actually fun to hang out with.”

Tom studied him. “You really have changed, haven’t you?” 

He mumbled something that sounded like an ‘I suppose’ and then tried to look out the window- which was harder than expected, as he wasn’t sitting next to the window.

Unfortunately, that didn’t stop the person next to him from talking to him.

“It’s just sad that we didn’t get to sit at the very front- you know, how we used to control the windows and scare the girls?” And right on cue, the windows went down, and a large jumble of screams could be heard from the back. “Too bad they always move them a few seconds late.”

Suddenly, he felt extremely glad that he was not sitting next to the window, as he did not, in fact, know or remember.

He tried to make a small laugh that satisfied Tom and looked back, where the people were still squealing- and saw a redhead, nose in a thick science textbook, peacefully sitting, and definitely not paying attention to the people around her.

“That’s Dana Scully.” Tom told him after he noticed Mulder staring. “She transferred last month, but of course, you likely didn’t see her because your parents were too… you know.”

Well, it wasn’t like he was lying. His parents had made him go to school in their car, and made teachers keep an incredibly close eye on him after Samantha was taken.

Which basically meant that they had to surround him at all times. He didn’t like it, but it was either that or not going to school at all.

And school had a basketball court, unlike how his mother had conveniently taken away the basketball hoop a while ago because of a safety concern.

“Fox! Fox, sorry did I offend you?”

There were many things that Tom had said that were much more offensive than that, and he didn’t apologize for it- but Mulder decided not to tell him that. Instead, he went with a ‘fine, just thinking’ for a response.

But he supposed that’s what happens when your sister is kidnapped- even when she was found.

Tom went on again about how Dana Scully said no to dating him, and how she would probably say no to him too, but that he was ‘the most popular guy in this hellhole’ and might be able to.

He had to stifle a laugh at that comment. Everyone, even his parents had used that phrase before- something about him being able to do anything and everything because he was a popular guy, apparently.

Alright, maybe he was better than most people at figuring out who’s secret admirer was who, and of course basketball, but other than that, he was your very average person.

He reached over and rummaged his backpack to find something of interest to talk about, and it was at that moment where he saw Dana Scully look above her textbook and right at him, bright blue eyes and all.

“Am I?” He asked, quickly turning back around, as if her quick eye contact had made him suddenly interested in this kind of whatnot. “You know, still fairly well liked?”

“Sure you are, I mean, Diana still pines over you.” 

He groaned as the bus tires screeched, stopping in front of the school. “I didn’t mean that.” 

Tom had appeared to not have heard and made a very exaggerated shrug- and Mulder, suddenly remembering that everyone still probably liked Diana, especially Tom, and was thankful that he hadn’t heard.

However, Dana Scully certainly had, because he could see in the window reflection that she was making an odd facial expression which was a combination of a smirk and an eyebrow raise. 

Mulder was pretty sure it was that particular thing that made him walk towards her after he got off the bus.

“Uh, hi, Dana- er Scully!” He said rather awkwardly. 

She turned around and looked at him expectantly. 

“I’m-” he began.

“Fox!” A voice called. A voice who could only belong to a Diana Fowley. 

“I was so worried about you!” She said, rather falsely. “You know that you can always call me, right?” 

He nodded robotically- well, he would never describe himself as robotic in any other single situation, but he learned that this was the only way to get Diana off his back. 

A rather time consuming way, too, as Dana Scully had disappeared after Diana was done talking his head off.

...

The next time that he saw her was during lunch, and he specifically slipped out of the classroom a minute before the bell rang. 

She came out of the Science Building, a very wide grey-blue building, then sat down in front of it. He had never been in the building, as the subjects that he took so far were considered social sciences and therefore wasn’t in the Science Building. 

Now, he wished he had taken classes in the Science Building, he thought as he walked towards it.

“Where are you going?” Tom, just like Diana, had appeared suddenly behind him. What was it with these people and appearing behind people?

“I’m going to try getting into the Science Building- wasn’t it newly remodeled? Maybe I’ll take a look.” 

“Yeah, like eight years ago.” Tom scoffed. “And didn’t you already take physical science last year? In the social science labs? I don’t see why you need to go in there again...”

Ah yes, Mulder remembered how last year, the Science Building had a few sets of problems, and it was something to do with exploding Bunsen Burners during the summer courses, and they had to make temporary labs in the social science department so they could get their physical science credits. 

His mother had pushed very hard, after that incident, for him to go into social science instead. ‘There aren’t exploding Bunsen Burners in Psychology, Fox’.

And so he did, because Samantha had just gone missing, and he didn’t need his parents to worry any more.

Tom Colton also hated the Science Building, because one of his rivals’ parents had donated money to remodel and build it. 

“It’s not for the labs, Tom.” 

“Then what, the gun men crew again?” 

Mulder sighed as he saw a flash of red disappear back into the building. “I just want to see the building, there isn’t a problem with that, is there?” 

He then walked past him, and into the Science Building, not bothering to look around. 

“I’m Mulder,” He said after he found Scully. 

She raised her eyebrow, not commenting on his very out-of-breath state, which he was incredibly grateful for. 

“Scully.” She said, not moving from her spot three feet away. 

He then leaned closer and whispered, as if it was a secret, and he supposed that in a way, it was. “Do you believe in the existence of extraterrestrials?” 

Mulder knew that he shouldn’t have expected too much from a redhead who raised her eyebrow quite often and carried physics textbooks, but surprisingly, unlike the time he asked his father the same question, he felt slightly less idiotic when the words flew out of his mouth.

Even when Scully’s eyebrow stayed raised, and even when she logically explained the holes in the stories that he shared.

So, he thought to himself, Scully definitely wasn’t a believer.

But he was. And he believed in extraterrestrials. He also believed in Scully.

Whatever that meant.

[chasingpj]

𝐰𝐡𝐲 𝐦𝐞?

"My soulmate is so mean. He’s done nothing good with these stupid drawings. You know, all I want is something cute, like a picture of, maybe, flowers?"

pairing: leo valdez x gn reader

words: 2,994

warnings: cursing, mentions of genitalia

category: one-shot, soulmate!au

You don’t know who your soulmate is, but when you find out, you know the first thing you’ll do is punch him in his face. You don’t understand why he does this. Why can’t he be romantic like everyone else? You have a few friends who have the same connection you share with your soulmate, through your skin. Your friends rise from their slumbers with beautiful sketches on their arms; Or throughout the day, lines will appear as they’re being drawn, creating the most beautiful artwork you’ve ever seen. However, of course, you don’t get that; instead, you get this.

You stare at yourself in the mirror with pure disbelief, and you can’t decide whether to cry or scream. You’re used to these kinds of drawings in places like your arms, stomach, and legs, so they were easy to hide. But this has never happened before; it's never been in a place so… so visible.

You fill with rage as you observe the sloppily drawn dick on your forehead and your fist clenches as it lays on top of your bathroom sink. You fucking ass. How the hell am I going to hide this? You have to be at work in fifteen minutes, and you have this vulgar drawing on your forehead. You’re sure if you tell your boss your situation, he’d probably dismiss you because this is obviously not appropriate for the workplace. Still, you can’t even imagine trying to explain this to him. It was way too embarrassing.

"What am I going to do?” You whine as you rub your hands on your face. The drawing won’t be removed from your skin unless your soulmate removes it on his, so you had to think of a solution right away.

“Where could he possibly be where this is acceptable?” You try to refrain from sobbing hopelessly as your frantic mind searches for a solution. You think maybe a hat will work, but you discard the idea knowing your boss will tell you to take it off once you’re indoors. Suddenly, like a sign from the heavens, your solution hits you right in the face when you catch sight of your makeup bag lying on the toilet seat. You reach over, grabbing the pouch and unzipping it. Your quivering hands move too fast, causing the products to fall out and scatter into the sink. Your eyes skim over them in search of your thickest foundation and concealer. When you find them, along with your primer, you sigh, saying a silent prayer before getting to work.

***

Leo gasps sharply as the sight of his face in the mirror shocks him out of his fatigue. He touches his forehead, trying to recall the memory of last night while ignoring the pounding headache surging through his skull. He remembers getting to the club with a group of friends and how they took one shot after another until their vision was blurry. He has a faint memory of dancing with some girl, and the chaos of his 4 am Macdonald’s run with his friends. However, he doesn't recall the moment when this picture was drawn on his face. When did this happen? More importantly, who did this? He pauses, gawking at his reflection. His jaw clenches as the culprit comes to mind. He felt foolish for questioning who did this because he lives with, and he went home with one person last night, and that's Percy.

“Percy!” He yells angrily, and in the next room, he hears Percy’s manic laughter getting louder as he runs down the hall and into the bathroom with him. Percy can’t help but laugh even harder at the sight of a distressed Leo, and he silently congratulates himself for pulling such a successful prank. Leo’s expression hardens, and his gaze snaps over to him, “It's not funny!”

Percy snorts and nudges his shoulder, "Come on, loosen up!" Leo laughs sarcastically,

"Come on, loosen up!" He mocks with clear annoyance, making Percy’s laughter ceases. Leo usually takes things like this so well; he's never been angry at him because of a childish prank. The two of them have been pulling pranks on each other since they moved in together, and they would always laugh it out while deviously planning their revenge. Percy tilts his head, now growing annoyed that Leo’s annoyed.

"Why are you so uptight today?" He almost snaps, not understanding his fury. Leo's eyes narrow at him,

"My soulmate is linked to my skin." He speaks slowly and carefully, accentuating his words to make sure Percy understands how bad this is. Percy's mouth drops open, and he stares at the vulgar art on his forehead.

"Oh… shit," is the only thing he can think of saying. “Fuck, I forgot. I’m sorry,” Percy apologizes even though he knows it doesn’t help anything. He didn’t share the same connection with his soulmate, so he had forgotten entirely about Leo’s bond with his. He’s now left with regret knowing that there's someone out there going along their day trying to hide this lewd image.

Leo groans as he throws his head back. "I-It'll wash off? Right?"

Leo flips up the sink’s nozzle, dipping his head in the cold tap water to wet his face. He scrubs with his fingers, blindly grasping the soap next to him. He runs it over, spreading the suds and lightly scratching his forehead. He rinses everything off and returns to his original position to check his face now. He yells in panic when he sees the drawing didn't budge at all; it didn't even fade. Percy audibly gasps,

"I used permanent marker."

"BRO!"

"I'm sorry!"

Percy shifts on his feet as the memory of last night comes back to him. Leo fell asleep in the cab ride home, and Percy, somehow without much balance, carried him over his shoulder into their apartment complex. He squints his eyes, and with a vague remembrance, he recalls plopping him down on the couch. Leo was unconscious, and Percy’s drunk mind saw this as a perfect opportunity to prank him. He picked the first marker he saw, and in the middle of a giggling fit, he sloppily drew the phallic item and took a picture.

Leo frantically puts his head back in the sink to scrub again, and Percy stands by the door, watching panic wash over him. Leo continues scrubbing his skin, and though his skin becomes red under the friction of his nails, he persists. Percy shakes his head, walking over to him quickly, and he pats his shoulder.

"Come on, man. It's not working; you’re gonna hurt yourself." If Percy let him, Leo would scrub his skin raw. He disregards his advice and continues to scrub, bringing the soap over the drawing once again before scratching harshly. Percy, not wanting his friend to hurt himself, turns off the tap, and Leo groans, standing straight. He stares at himself in the mirror, his face dripping wet, and his skin is red with irritation. I'm so sorry.

***

Your day hasn't gotten any better since this morning. First, you wake with a dick on your forehead; second, you miss your bus because you took so much time layering makeup on your face. Then, you get to work about 15 minutes late because your commute, which usually took about 5 minutes, was delayed due to traffic. You assumed that your day couldn’t get any worse, but you discovered you spoke too soon when the system your job uses to put in orders crashed, making your job even harder than it had to be. Also, you spilled hot coffee on yourself during the morning rush, and that almost sent you straight into tears, but somehow, you prevailed.

By the afternoon, you wanted to rip your hair out when you realized you forgot your wallet, leaving you unfed and cranky. Your boss was no help to your mood either. He picked at everything you did today and held a grudge about you being late this morning. You've never had such a shitty day at work, and there is a sense of relief when you witnessed the clock turn to 4:30 pm. You immediately stood up from your chair, collecting your things before walking straight to the computer to clock out.

The last challenge you're facing is to get home in the slippery aftermath of the pouring rain earlier today. It was colder than usual; the sun’s hidden behind stormy gray clouds, and the smell of wet soil is in the air. You shiver, your arms wrapped around your frame in a poor attempt to keep you warm. You don't have an umbrella, and you hope it doesn’t start raining again. You were sure that if your makeup washes away in the rain for everyone to see the mystery under it, you will lose your mind.

You stand in the corner of the waiting shed, resting your head on the side. You take a deep breath, noticing your hands are anxiously chipping away the week-old nail polish. From the corner of your eye, you see someone join you under the shed, and out of usual curiosity, you look over. A tall, slender guy stands in the opposite corner; he wears distressed blue jeans, a black hoodie with a print you can’t see from your view, and a black winter hat. In his hands, he fiddles with a piece of scrap metal. His skin was tan, and his brown curly hair peeks from under his hat. Oblivious to your staring, he looks away from his fiddling and happens to glance over at you. There's a moment of awkward eye contact before you snap your vision away and out to the street.

You cringe at yourself for staring too long, shifting on your feet. You casually lean over the side of the curve, and you swear the light of the heavens was shining on your bus as it drove toward you. You couldn’t help but smile, a sense of relief washing over you. It’s here; you were one step closer to getting home and relaxing.

The excitement was taken away as quickly as it arrived, your bus passing your stop making a mini tsunami in the process. A wave of water splashes directly on you, and it takes you a moment to process what just happened. You stand there, cold and wet staring blankly at the curve. You felt overwhelmed, not being able to hold back the cries that you’ve been suppressing all day.

"are you-" a sob releases from your lips, stunning the unknown guy next to you. You miserably walk over to the bench, plopping down and resting your elbows on your thighs to lay your head in your hands. You sob freely, not caring about the boy's presence, and he stands in his spot, not sure what to do. He had an innate urge to make you feel better, and he doesn't know why but it pains him to see you like this. He clears his throat and decides to settle in the seat next to you. "Bad day?"

You sniffle, trying to find your breath, "The worst."

You don't look up, your hands doing their part to cover your face and your forehead. "I don't understand why everything is going so wrong.” You didn’t even care that you were pitying yourself, but you felt like you had the right considering how shit your day has been.

"I woke up with an awful drawing from my soulmate. I was late for my bus, which made me late to work; I haven't had lunch either. I'm hungry, cold, and now, soaking wet in street water." You sniffle once more. "My soulmate is so mean. He’s done nothing good with these stupid drawings. You know, all I want is something cute, like a picture of, maybe, flowers? I'd even take a tacky picture of two stick figures falling in love... shit; I’d be satisfied with a grocery list. But of course, with my luck, that doesn't happen. I get stupid drawings of... genitalia."

Leo’s body tenses next to you, and his teeth bite the inside of his lip. Drawings of genitalia? Sounds like him. Now he needed to see this drawing you were talking about, and he feels himself getting anxious at the possibility that you could be his soulmate. You continue to cry, refusing to move from your position.

"Well... it can't be that bad?"

"Oh, it's bad,” you managed to respond in your ragged breathing. Leo hesitantly reaches over, affectionately rubbing his hand across your upper back. Your breath hitches softly at the back of your throat, and there is a surge of warmth that radiates from his hand. You feel your tense shoulders begin to relax, and you furrow your eyebrows as your breath miraculously finds its regular pace. You even have this strange desire to cuddle into his frame to acquire more of his touch.

"Come on, show me. It's probably not as bad as you think." He speaks from his experience this morning. If you aren't his soulmate, he's sure that whatever you have isn't as traumatic as what he and his soulmate have.

"No! You'll laugh," you whine, your head laying firmly on your hands.

"I won't! I promise." You can tell from his voice that he was genuine, and for some reason, you can trust him. You slowly remove your hands from your face, but your head is still in an embarrassed bow. His heart pounds in his chest at the anticipation and leans forward to get a look at your face. You close your eyes, not wanting to see his initial reaction.

There it was. Right under your concealer, there is the familiar drawing faintly present. Leo's mouth drops, and his eyes widen; how is he going to tell you that he has the same picture on his forehead? You sigh shakily,

"It's bad, isn't it?" Your face burns in pure humiliation, and you now regret showing him. Leo is silent for a bit, trying to find words to explain himself.

"I'm sorry," he blurts out. Your eyebrows furrow and your eyes flutter open to look at his guilty expression.

"Why are you sorry?" He doesn't even attempt to explain himself in words. He simply slides off his winter hat, showing you the original drawing on his skin. You inhale sharply, your mind trying to process what is happening in front of you.

He's your soulmate, the person that you ideally would spend your life with. You didn't think you'd find him anytime soon or even at all. Your stomach flutters at the sight of him, and your cheeks get warm. You both gaze into each other’s eyes, and there was an immediate connection. You take in the tousled curls on his head, a bit frizzy from his hat and his big brown eyes. Your heart pumps hard in your chest, just as fast as the boy’s heart in front of you.

A few people told you that you’d feel like the world will slow down when you meet your soulmate. You’ll feel complete, and all at once, you’ll fall in love. You thought it was a load of over-romanticized bull, but you found that it was true even with your strange circumstance.

You finally found him…

But he's done this.

Your anger somehow counteracts this "in love" feeling, and you momentarily hate him for starting your day off on a sour note.

"You!" Your arms lift to strike him in the chest, but before you could attack, he grasps your tight fists.

"I'm sorry! I can explain!" He says quickly. Your arms loosen up, and you narrow your eyes at him,

"Explain yourself then." Sheepishly Leo cowers and his hands remain around your fist, just in case.

"Well," he sighs, "I partied a little too hard last night, and um, my roommate, Percy, thought it would be funny to draw this on my forehead."

"Your roommate is an ass."

"Well, yeah. Sometimes. But he was just as drunk as I was, and he didn't realize that the marker was permanent. When I saw it, I immediately thought of you, and how you’d have to walk around with this." He chews on the inside of his cheek, "I tried getting it off, but it won’t go away." You sigh, willing to forgive him since it wasn't his fault.

"So, we're gonna have this for a while?"

"Probably a couple of days or so." You groan and don’t say anything in return. You look down at your lap, still hiding your face from anyone around. "Oh, here, take my sweatshirt. The hoodie can keep it hidden.” He puts his hat back on and pulls his sweatshirt over his body, passing it to you. You smile softly as you take it from him. You pull it over your still soaked and cold frame, slipping your arms in and bringing the hood up. You mutter a small thank you, shoving your hands in the front pocket. He replies with a hum, allowing the sounds of the passing cars to fill your comfortable silence.

"Again, I'm sorry,” he apologizes sincerely, and you turn your head. You smile reassuringly,

"It's okay. I'll forgive you this time,” you say teasingly, and he chuckles. "I'm y/n, by the way."

"Leo." You reach over, taking his hand, and you guys share a handshake.

"Nice to meet you, soulmate.”

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[feedingtheflockministry]

My Testimony by Woven-in-Christ

I have never shared my whole testimony before because of the bad experiences in churches where I have been falsely accused and very judged. I will try to make this as short as I can.

I was born with Bipolar Disorder and ADHD, then when I was 4 years old the genalized anxiety appeared. At 4 years old was also the first time that my brother tried to hit me while I was leaning on a door. When his fist came I had the reflex to move my head, and his fist went all the way through the door. My brother was not a big violent person, he hurt me yes, terrorized me yes, but he never hit me in the face or sent me to the hospital. He did manage to be able to keep his violence towards me unknown to my mom. That went on until I was 16 years old.

My earthy father is a sociopath who started to verbally abuse me every time we were alone in his car. He would tell me over and over again that my mother was frigid, that she didn’t want to wash his clothes, that she didn’t love me, she only loved my sister and my brother, and so on. I never got the feeling he loved me like his daughter, but instead he was physically attracted to me, especially when I hit my teenage years. During this whole time I was living with my parents. Of course those things he was saying we’re all lies. All of this went on from 3 to 17 years old when I finally had enough of him, and left my parents house.

At 4 years old I knew something was not alright with my brain therefore I asked them repeatedly to take me to a doctor, but my mom was too proud and said taking me to a doctor would follow me all my life. In other words, she didn’t want to tarnish the image of the family. My father said yes, but never took me. In any case back then the doctors didn’t know much about Bipolar Disorders, and even now doctors are very hesitant to diagnose a child with a Bipolar Disorder. It never happens unless the child has a total break from reality in a manic phase. At 4 years old I started to want to die, and the suicidal thoughts never left me until I gave my life to Jesus.

In high school I was so messed up from the sickness and abuse that I started to get involved in witchcraft. I thought it was white magic therefore it wasn’t bad, but now I know that all kinds witchcraft comes from demons. I thought doing this would fill the hole in my soul, but it didn’t! I did this until I turned 15 years old, then started to hang out with a few Haitian girls who were all born again in Christ.

There was one of them who was terrified of me because of what I did, but every time she would tell her aunt how afraid she was of me her aunt would always respond with, “Don’t stop hanging out with her, the Lord Jesus wants her”. One day I was sitting with her on the bus, and saw she was reading a book. I suddenly got very attracted to the cover image of the book so I asked her if I could borrow it. She gave it to me right away. The book was written by Rebecca Brown, and the title was “He Came To Set The Captives Free”. It was about Rebecca rescuing women from withcaft cults and satanic clubs. When I reached the second page I closed the book and repented of my sins right then and there. The next Sunday I attended their church.

Although I didn’t get medicated until I was twenty something, and my life was in total hell, I hung on to God with everything I had, every day. I was literally asking Him to help me every single minute and He did. He kept saying to me, “This is for My glory”. No matter what I went through after that I had found Everything I needed. I found Jesus. He is the only thing that can fill the hole in every person. He is my Everything. Every bad thing that ever happened to me He made it work out for my good because I love Him.

The second most important thing is I forgave everyone who has ever hurt me. This is crucial because if we do not forgive, even our abusers, God will not answer our prayer, and our growth in Christ will never happen. It is our job to forgive, and it is God’s job to take vengeance. Sometimes it was not easy to forgive some people, but I just told God, “I make the decision to forgive that person. Now please make it become a reality in my mind and in my heart”, and He did. He healed me of all my psychological traumas, and He healed me of many physical sicknesses.

I am a living proof that it doesn’t matter how badly you messed up in your life, if you give your life to Jesus, repent and truly follow Him, you will be transformed, healed and made whole! Our God is Awesome!!!!

[oneshotnewbie]

Your works are insanely good wow! Could I please request anoter one where the reader is Amelia’s little sister and Arizona’s gf and the three of them get into a car accident where the reader is off worse (she’s in the backseat and stuck and Amelia keeps holding her hand and stroking her head and Arizona is hysterical) Amelia and Arizona try to keep the person they love the most alive but are scared out of their mind.

An exhausting day was successfully behind you and you have never been as overtired as you were in all the years of your studies and five years of internship as a surgeon.

A bus accident where the bus overturned and injured thirty people, including almost half of them young children, was on your agenda today. A lot of them had only minor wounds and injuries that needed care and their parents had to be informed, but some had harder injuries and had to undergo emergency surgery. One of them was a 14-year old girl who not only had internal bleeding and a ruptured spleen and liver, a collapsed lung due to a fractured rib and a severe cerebral hemorrhage.

She was your patient and you could no longer save this young soul, it was too late.

You usually had no problem to stay away from emotions, but telling her parents that her only daughter passed away, broke your heart and left you in a negative emotional state. If you could, you would swap places with her just so she could still enjoy her young years into her old.

No one so young and innocent deserved to die that cruel way.

You sat in the car with your sister and your girlfriend, looked out the window in the back seat and were so lost in thought that you didn't pay attention to them both.

Only when the car came to a standstill and a hand found it's place on your knee and squeezed, it tore you out of your thoughts. You looked into the blue, also tired eyes, which were colored in a dark purple by the red traffic lights.

A small smile crossed her face. You gently placed your hand on hers, which was still on your knees, and intervened your fingers with hers as you focused on the music that was playing from the radio.

The radio was all trash and some penniless musician screamed his heart out, presumably to get the attention of some teenage girls. Annoyed by his voice and the nonsense you could her in the lyrics he sang, you asked Amelia if she could turn off the radio.

When the music went out, you sighed briefly and went over your curly hair. At the same time, you played with the delicate ring on your finger. An heirloom from your grandma. Heaven, how you missed her.

The red glowing car turned green and started moving. You saw Arizona's gaze turned to you in the rear view mirror before you could drift back into your thoughts until you heard a scream and a loud bang. The car you were in was hit by a Jeep and let you slip several meters on the street before it came to a stop on a tree.

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"Y/N!" did you hear a dull voice that sounded like a tunnel as it mixed with the tinnitus in your ears. "Y/N, come on sweetie, wake up!" this time louder, more aggressive.

Slowly opening your eyes, you looked into the face of your brown-haired sister. Almost immediately when you noticed that she had a big laceration above her brow that was bleeding quite a bit, you snatched your eyes completely open and startled.

Pumped full of adrenaline, you weren't aware that you, in fact, were more injured than she was. You weren't even aware of what just had happened. You just knew that she was bleeding. "Amy, you are bleeding!" you stated out loud.

Your body's self-mechanism immediately caused your arms to wander towards her head. In the middle of your movement, you winced and screamed out loud. A bolt of lighting pervaded your shoulder and chest, you could tell with certainty that your collarbone was broken.

"Don't worry about me, I am fine." she said softly and briefly disappeared from your already restricted view by the smoke. "Arizona, she is awake. Calm down, please."

Until recently, you didn't even notice the screaming and crying that was silenced by the ringing in your ears. Only after you could concentrate on the outside world and your ears went back to normal, did you realize who the screaming was coming from.

"Arizona." your voice was barely audible and scratchy through the fumes. Your throat started to feel dry and sandy like scratch paper.

Her face appeared at your completely cracked window. She also had a few scratches on her face, a nosebleed and a split lip, probably from the airbag that came out of her steering wheel. She was visibly shocked and it was almost impossible to find out what she was talking about through all the sobs and incomplete sentences caused by the panic.

"We have to get her out here fast, Arizona so concentrate!" shouted Amelia and reappeared in front of you, this time she was sitting in the passenger seat and tried as slowly as possible and not causing you any pain, to crawl on the free space next to you.

As the car moved as she tried to get to you, shock waves ran from your neck all the way down to your lower back. You closed your eyes in pain and immediately felt a cool wind blowing in your face.

"Try to keep your body still. It was a pretty heavy impact and you were hit the most."

Arizona was still crying hysterical by your side as she put her jacket over her hand and tried to knock out the rest of the glass in the window to get to you better and safer.

Soon enough, you felt cold fingers on your neck that slowly and carefully placed it on the back of the seat and held it while your sister checked you from top to bottom which injuries you had.

Slowly the pain moved further into the distance, the headache was now also filled with dizziness and you felt nauseous. As time passed, you became more tired and you felt too weak to speak. Your throat felt like it was filling with something.

Blood.

"Arizona, how long until the ambulance and the fire department are coming? She's bleeding internally." Amelia stopped in her movements and looked you in the eyes. A thin line of blood already formed on your lip and it stained your teeth with it. "You are gonna be fine, little one okay? Just stay awake."

You nodded and began to cough, your lungs filling up more with the red liquid and constricting your breath. "I can't feel my legs."

You looked shockingly into the face of the brown-haired one. Meanwhile she had tears in her eyes that she tried to hold back, but failed. You were aware of what it could mean and that you might have been paraplegic from the impact, but you tried to hold on to any hope that you just didn't feel it because the blood supply was cut off by the entrapment.

Amelia took your hand tightly in her and gently stroked your hair. All she could do was be with you while you all waited for help.

You got colder, the goose bumps on your body and the inevitable tremors made you even more pain that you tried not to show. The endless screams and bitter tears from your girlfriend  snaked further into the distance, as in the beginning. She had her hand alternately on your cheek or neck as she wiped away some tears from you.

"I love you Arizona."

"No, take that back immediately! If you say it when something bad happens, you never hear it from that person again." she yelled at you.

But you knew how you felt. Weak, cold, barely breathing in a situation you probably couldn't get out of alive. You had to at least tell her one more time before you couldn't anymore. She had to know that you loved her to your very last breath.

"I love you Arizona."

She laid her head on her arm, which was propped up in the window pane, and buried herself while still caressing your pale skin.

"Amy," with one big, last breath you tried to keep it short, but saying the most important thing. "Best sister in the entire world. I love you too."

"No, you are not leaving us now. You are not leaving me, do you understand? You have so many years to spend here with me at your side. If you do this to me now, I will revive you and then kill you by myself!"

You laughed at her joke one last time before your eyes closed and you endowed into the distance with a smile.