#grey & white pt3

[melljam]

[limethefirst]

Savior

pairings: Logan Howlett x teen!reader (platonic)

warnings: torture, violence

summary: after a year of being experimented on you’re finally saved and taken to a safe place where it’ll never happen again

a/n: Logan x platonic readers always have me gnawing at the bars of my enclosure so…here’s more!!! Logan is so bbg.. also Void Runner pt3 is in the works🫡

Normality was something people were used to seeing, most people were what the rest of society would consider ‘normal’.

Those who were considered ‘abnormal’ were mutants; humans who underwent a strange mutation that gave them the X-gene. Many viewed them as dangerous, evil even, many kidnapped and would experiment on them.

Unfortunately for you, you were a mutant, and to make it worse, one who was being experimented on and exploited.

Thankfully there were a group of people who were supposed to help and save these mutants, these people were the X-men. Today was your lucky day, today was the day you’d be saved, if only you knew that.

“Transfer 26 back to their cell,” an unknown guard said to your handler. Your eyes were trained to the ground, you knew talking would only cause punishment.

You’d been here for almost a year, your powers had devolved recently and you were quickly taken away.

The power of protection, or so that’s what most of the lab workers said. You had to power to conjure force fields around you as well as others or other objects, but you weren’t able to hold it for long; another perk of the power was you could conjure half shields, something you’d be able to use if you ever needed to protect only the front part of your body.

The walk back to your cell was taking its toll on your body, the constant pain and pressure you were put through finally attacking at you. Your wrists and neck itchy from whatever metal was around it, suppressing your powers.

Finally you tilted your head up, noticing the lack of mutants in the cells as you walked, you believed you were the last one left, the others dying from neglect or refusal to cooperate.

Before being able to be put into your cell, a loud ringing began to blaring over the compound, red lights flashed and everything shut down.

That’s when you saw him, The Fucking Wolverine.

His claws looked as if they were glistening against the contrast of the red, you watched as he began to take down many of the guards, each one down by the second. Your handler grabbed his smaller pistol; hidden within his lab coat for moments like this, but instead of aiming it at the beast in front of him, he grabbed you by your shirt.

He held the gun against your temple, the cold metal making a shiver go down your spine.

“Let the kid go,” You could hear Wolverines voice, it was stern but you could tell he was pissed; his jaw was clenched and his fist got tighter, his claws covered in blood, as was the floor.

It was almost as if luck had decided to visit you for the first time in years, because suddenly, everything shut down, the power was gone. The item suppressing your powers had just fallen down. The metal clinking against the floor.

This was your chance.

Quickly you summoned a shield around yourself, hearing a gun go off by your ear; but instead of a thump of a body hitting the floor, all that was heard was the sound of a bullet hitting the ground.

This was when Wolverine took the chance the strike, killing the man in an instant.

The man turned back to you, his face held not much emotion, maybe a hint of pity.

You weren’t able to say much, before you knew it you had passed out, perhaps the exhaustion from earlier finally caught up to you.

You slowly began to wake up, the room was the bright, it looked like a doctor’s office. You looked down, your white prison like clothes not replaced with a gown.

A taller woman entered the room, she noticed your eyes had opened, she gave you a warm smile and introduced herself as Dr Jean Grey, quickly excusing herself to go get the rest of the faculty.

Each person had said their hellos and such, besides two, the man in the wheel chair and Wolverine. The man in front of you began to talk but his mouth wasn’t moving, it was strange but he let himself explain before carrying on.

“Hello there dear,” the voice echoed in your mind, “I am Charles Xavier, I’m currently speaking to you through your mind if you haven’t noticed,” he looked at you for acknowledgment before continuing, “I’ve been looking for you for quite some time now, you’re currently at my school for gifted children, a place for mutant kids to learn about their abilities away from those who fear them, I’m here to offer you a place to stay.”

Charles looked at you, a warm smile on his face. He hoped you take him up on his offer, “I’d like that a lot,” you replied in your mind, assuming he’d be able to hear you as well. This was confirmed when he nodded at you and slowly left the room, but not before saying something you couldn’t hear to whoever was left in the room.

You looked at the man who’d saved you, his arms were crossed and he stood tall before you, “Listen kid, since you’re staying I’ll be helping you out a bit around here to you get used to it,” he said looking at your bruised arms, “I’m sure Charles told you what this place is and what not,”

But before he could say anything else you cut him off, “You’re name,” was all you could mutter before he finished his sentence.

“What?” He asked, confused by what you meant.

“What’s you’re name”

“Logan, I’ll be your history teacher and combat instructor,”

You blinked, confused before understanding he was probably a teacher here.

“Y/N, I’m Y/N,” you looked at the man, seeing if he’d say anything else, “Where will I stay?” You asked him.

“We have dorms, I’ll show you to yours right now, it’ll give you time to change and explore the place,”

“Hm alright, thank you”

“Don’t mention it kid,”

Logan showed you your room, it was ten times bigger than cage they held you in. Their first thing you did when Logan finally left was shower, once you exited you saw some clothes on the bed, with a note from another teacher here who you knew as Ororo or Storm.

Quickly you changed into the clothes, wanting to see the place.

When you left the room you noticed the hallway with a bunch of other doors, many rooms were empty; there was still lots of room for new mutants to make this their home too.

Slowly you made your way to the main hall, there were many other kids your age, each one with a special ability of some sort, you saw one kid with ice, another going through walls.

You started to make your way outside next, seeing more kids playing. Suddenly you hear someone yell.

“Watch out!” You put out your hands, a shield forming around the front of your figure. The kids who threw what seemed to be a football all cheered, before asking you to throw it back to them, which you hesitantly did.

You turned back around ready to head inside when someone stopped you.

“Didn’t think I’d get to see you use your power again so soon kid,” Logan was now at your side, walking you to the door.

“Would you rather I get a football to the head?” You smiled at him, a playful tug at your lips.

“So what do you think of the place?” He asked you, slightly eyeing your figure, trying to see if you felt comfortable yet.

“It’s big,” he smirked at your words, big was an understatement in his opinion. Then a sigh left you, “I feels like too much for me to take in, I can’t believe this isn’t a dream,”

Logan stopped walking, this causing you to stop too and look at him; he put his hand on your shoulder and looking you into your eyes, “Trust me, it feels like that at first but I promise you’re safe here now, if ever need someone you can always come find one of us, got it bub?”

“I got it Logan,” You gave him a warm smile, and you felt yourself feel somewhat better. The two of you began to walk back inside, you felt safer knowing you had someone in your corner now.

“Do you guys have Oreos here?”

“I can get you some.”

[ilguna]

☼ lovestruck, lovesick, lovelorn pt3 (Finnick Odair) ☼

summary; it turns out finnick has a lot of pent up thoughts that he’s having a hard time showing properly. at first, it seems like he can’t get enough time with you, then he begins to retreat back to his original demeanor, the one you know the best.

warnings; swearing, death mention, torture and strangulation mention, prostitution mention.

wc; 4.5k

notes; highly requested!!

part one, part two.

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While District Thirteen seemed to be perfect by the way it was described to you, it has got to be one of the more frustrating places you’ve had the displeasure of visiting. You understand their concept of total equality to ensure fairness, but with it being taken to this extreme—you’re being driven up a wall.

To start, there’s no such thing as individuality, it’s basically a crime to suggest it. And it’s becoming a difficult pill to swallow with each rejection. You come from a Career district, one that’s known for its diversity. As you were growing up, especially in your teenage years, you were taught how to stick out just enough to make heads turn.

You’ve been using it to your advantage for years now, mainly in the Capitol. You tend to tone it down at home, because there’s no reason to stir the pot and draw attention to yourself when you’d like peace and quiet. It’s almost crazy how quick people jump to conclusions when there’s nothing going on.

It’s almost the same here. With how secluded Thirteen is from the rest of the world, all it took was you and the three other victors arriving for conversation to begin. You can’t remember how many times you were stopped your first time out of the hospital by curious minds.

Anyway, in Thirteen, you’re not allowed to wear anything besides the grey jumpsuit they’ve provided. Unless, of course, you’re a patient in their hospital. Then, you get to wear one of their itchy white gowns you also can’t take off. It took hours of begging the nursing staff for them to finally relent on the rule. And the best they could do for you was the jumpsuit. 

At this point, you’d give anything for a simple outfit. As well as a meal that isn’t pre-portioned based on your age, height, weight and muscle mass. There’s been countless times where you’ve asked Greasy Sae to give you a bigger portion on your tray, only to be told that what you have is what you get.

It doesn’t matter who you talk to, everyone refuses to believe you when you tell them you’re still hungry. They’re so set on trying to take away free will, they forget you’re not used to living this way. It’s not normal to have your entire day’s schedule printed on your forearm for you to follow by the hour. It’s weird.

They didn’t have you start with a schedule as soon as you arrived, though. After being rescued from the Capitol alongside Johanna, Annie and Peeta, you were immediately taken into the care of the hospital. Almost a month later, they still haven’t fully released you from their custody.

It might have something to do with your adjusting period, and the fact they’re comparing you to the other three. With Annie, she was able to communicate they didn’t harm her, so she was given the option to leave the hospital first. As for Johanna, she’s the same person she’s always been, the aggression just threw them off, so they kept her for a week longer than they should’ve.

As for Peeta, he’s on the extreme end. Upon seeing Katniss, he tried to kill her, which put the doctors under the impression that not everything is what they seem. That’s why they insisted on keeping Johanna until Haymitch could confirm that’s just her personality.

When it comes to you, the bright lights of Thirteen’s hospital were almost identical to the ones in the Tribute Center. They had you strapped to a chair underneath a big light in the middle of the room. It was shining directly into your eyes, all hours of the day. The only time you got a break from it was when you’d pass out from the lack of oxygen.

It took some convincing, but eventually the doctors got through to you that you are safe in their care. All lights in your room were promptly changed from white to yellow, and then they were either dimmed heavily or off completely from then on. 

As soon as you started showing signs of normalcy, you were given the option to wander the hospital wing. And when they wanted to start implementing you into their way of life, they tried to give you one of those arm stamps. You followed it for… maybe the first three days before Katniss told you it’s a bunch of bullshit.

You didn’t care for it much after that.

Honestly, that might be one of the main reasons why they continue to keep you in the hospital, instead of moving you to one of their pods, like they did with Finnick and Katniss. Apparently, they were both kept here for a while following the arena rescue. Finnick couldn’t function properly from the shock, so he wasn’t in any shape to be making decisions about his care.

The same goes for Katniss, just worse. Haymitch caught you up on her behavior, because you were curious about how she was compared to Finnick. From the sounds of it, the weight of everything that had happened hit her hard. Including the fact Peeta was no longer around for her to fiercely protect, he was in the hands of the Capitol.

You can’t imagine how painful it was for her to get Peeta back, only for him to be unrecognizable. In the few times you’ve talked to him recently—because he doesn’t have a violent reaction when he sees you—you can tell by the way he holds himself that there is something severely broken in him. 

He does not have the same softness he used to. The Capitol was successful in breaking him. 

Peeta seems to be getting better over time, though. He’s not nearly as violent as he used to be when he talks about Katniss now, but it’s still nowhere near positive. It’s just tolerance. Plutarch has been working over calls with scientists in Three on ways they can reverse the hijacking.

Every time you sit in on a meeting in the Control room, he can’t help himself when he makes jabs at you when it comes to Beetee’s death. As if you were the one that missed blocking the knife, not Finnick. And you don’t say that to blame Finnick, you’re just confused on how that was your mistake, when you couldn’t have helped prevent it.

You never feel the need to defend yourself with Plutarch, he’s not worth your energy, you did everything they asked of you. Besides, if you’re sitting in on a meeting, so is Finnick. He’s jumped to your defense plenty of times, he has no issue shutting down Plutarch when he’s making shit up. 

Speaking of Finnick, it’s a weird adjustment with him, too. If you had told yourself last year that Finnick would be defending you to other people, instead of helping them tear you down, you might’ve peed yourself from laughing so hard. Finnick swore to you, and Mags and everyone else who would listen that he would never change his mind about you. It’s funny how things have worked out.

You’re really glad you two have been able to move on from that point. You’ve known Finnick for a long time—ten whole years. If he hadn’t been so set on making you an enemy after your Games, you’re sure that the two of you would’ve been best friends. It makes you curious on how the Capitol would’ve perceived you in that case, would it have made your situation with Snow worse?

Either way, your feelings about Finnick have been the same for a while, even years before the Quarter Quell. You’ll admit there were times where you lost your patience, and dropped down to his level of disrespect. Which definitely didn’t help with the way he decided to treat you, only justified it.

All it took was Mags telling him the truth about how you’ve allowed the Capitol to treat you, something you confessed to her ages ago. You can still remember the look of horror on her face when you got into the details, and the way it smoothed over when you said you’d made an offer to Snow to take more nights for Finnick. 

Mags was truly a sweetheart. Besides Finnick’s family, she was the only other person who was able to see things correctly. And she was incredibly wise when it came to important secrets. When you told her about the Capitol, you said she could do what she wanted with the information. You assumed she would go and tell Finnick when she got the chance, a part of you had hoped it would shake him.

Nothing came of it, of course, until a couple weeks ago when Finnick told you she’d finally told him your secret. You loathed Mags for at least a week, all you could think was, “A little too late, don’t you think?” But as soon as you had a conversion with Haymitch about it, he reminded you that she did it on purpose. 

Mags waited for the perfect time to tell him, and you suspect it had to be on the night of the interviews, before you all went to bed. It would make him hesitate in the arena, see your opinion from a different angle. It made him trust you, despite the years of hatred that had been leading him prior. 

What really sealed it for him was when you risked your life to make sure his family was safe in the Capitol. Finnick’s told you countless times since you started talking to him, that he’ll never be able to make it up to you. You don’t know how many times you’ve told him that you don’t want him to. 

He’s doing enough now. In fact, he’s doing more than you expected from him. At first, it started with the two of you hanging around each other, going around District Thirteen, getting lunch and dinner together. You thought you’d be friends at most, until the two of you got caught in your feelings.

Johanna’s been making fun of you ever since she found out.

She’s currently laying backward on her hospital bed, using the pillows to keep her legs elevated and feet pressed against the wall. The hospital is beginning to drive her crazy, especially the nurses. It doesn’t help that the doctor she was assigned refuses to discharge her. She’s stuck here, like you.

Johanna’s gently rubbing her head, a habit she picked up recently. It’s not that she necessarily misses her hair, she just claims that it helps her think. She hasn’t been talking as much as she first did when you got here. It’s probably because she was able to get all of her thoughts out when she was talking to you while you were unable to respond. Everything she had kept bottled inside was let out over the course of three weeks.

It was actually fairly interesting to get inside of her head. She has good advice when it’s not clouded by anger. You’ve been meaning to ask her some questions, regarding Finnick. You’ve already picked the brains of Katniss and Haymitch, and they gave you answers that weren’t exactly thrilling to hear.

Lately, Finnick hasn’t been acting like the person he’s grown to be in Thirteen. In fact, he’s starting to revert back to how he used to be. The mean, distrustful man that could barely stand your presence in a room. But he’s inconsistent about it. Sometimes he’ll brush you off and make snide remarks, and others he’ll be kind and loving.

Haymitch wasn’t helpful, asking you if you were sure he wasn’t getting closer to Annie, like he’d been before the Quarter Quell. You told him that it couldn’t be possible because Finnick has never had feelings for Annie. It has something to do with the fact that she was too focused on her health to consider a relationship with anybody. Let alone Finnick, who had a number of problems from the Capitol. Not to mention, her parents are strict about her life.

Annie is out of the question.

Katniss had a better idea, mostly because she’s going through a similar situation with Peeta right now.  She suggested that Finnick could be acting like that because he’s confused. He had a wave of euphoria when he saw you were okay, after sacrificing so much for him. He’s been given the opportunity to make things right, but now he’s confused because he’s not used to these types of feelings about you.

This could be why he’s acting out.

The only other person you want to hear from right now is Johanna. Finnick still talks to her as much as she talks to you, which is almost all hours of the day. You’re hoping he’s said something to her recently that might give you an idea of what’s going on in his head. Or even the answer entirely.

“Hey, Johanna?” You ask.

She hums, hand pausing. “(Y/n), if you try talking to me about breaking out of this place again, you better fall through with the plan this time.”

You roll your eyes. “In my defense, I asked Coin to clear us to go outside, but she said that only Katniss and Gale are allowed to go. They hunt.”

“Sure they do. I bet they think of ways to escape, too.”

“It’s Katniss.” You agree, playing with your shoe on the floor. 

Thirteen’s shoes are unsurprisingly uncomfortable. If it were allowed, you’d walk around in your socks. You tried once, and then you got sent back to the hospital to get them. You were escorted the entire way here to make sure you wouldn’t disobey. 

“What’s your question?” Johanna asks.

You press your lips together briefly. “Have you noticed that Finnick’s acting kinda weird lately?”

Johanna doesn’t move for a second. “Weird how?”

“I mean, he’s not acting like he normally does. I think…” Your face screws. “I think he’s going back to how he used to treat me.” You look up to see her. “Has he talked to you about how he feels at all?”

Johanna doesn’t respond, so you take this as her thinking.

“If it helps, Katniss said it could be because he’s confused.” You offer, shrugging. “Haymitch said it was Annie, but that can’t be true, right?”

She looks impressed, rubs her head once or twice, and then turns to look at you. “Of course brainless is smarter than the drunk.”

“Katniss is right?” You ask.

Johanna sighs, “No, she didn’t get it exactly.” She rolls her eyes. “Listen, I told Finnick that he’s being stupid about this, but he didn’t care. He’s caught up in his head.”

“What are you talking about?”

“(Y/n), he’s told me that he doesn’t think he deserves you after the way he treated you. He said that it’s clear that you’re the better person, and he’s nothing but an asshole.” She shakes her head. “He wants to end things with you.”

“What?” You ask, getting to your feet. “When did he tell you this?”

“Last week, I think.” Johanna stares blankly at the ceiling.

“Why didn’t you tell me? We see each other every day.”

“I thought he wasn’t going through with it. If he did, you’d bring it up to me.” She makes a face. “I’ve been trying to tell him to knock it off.”

“Johanna, what did he say exactly?” You sit back down on the stool, trying to calm down.

She sighs, closing her eyes. “He said it had something to do with your generosity. You know, the whole Capitol thing. He’s hearing a lot of good things about you from Haymitch, and I think that’s freaking him out.” She starts to pick at one of the scabs she refuses to let heal. “I think he said that he didn’t understand the way you worked, and now he feels stupid about it.”

“The way I worked?”

“Like your ulterior motives.” She explains. “How you do one thing and it benefits you later on, but it looks bad from the outside. Finnick said that you have a heart of gold and it took you getting tortured for him to feel that way. He feels selfish.”

Your eyes dart to the clock, wondering what time it is. The hospital’s curfew will go into effect in a couple of hours. They don’t like it when their patients are out past a certain time, they have a routine when it comes to gathering vitals.

“I’ve got to go.” You say suddenly, bending down to pull your shoes on.

“Where?” Johanna asks, twisting to sit up.

“I need to talk to Finnick, now.” You tell her, standing up. “I’ll see you later.”

You leave her room before she can stop you. You’re a few steps down the hall when you hear the automatic door swish shut. Finnick could be anywhere in the bunker, but he’s been hanging out in the Control Room a lot recently.

You go there first. Down the hospital hall, up six floors on the elevator, down a muggy hallway and up to the door. When you knock, no one answers. It isn’t until you’re pounding on the door, does it swing open, to a very irritated President Coin.

“Can I help you, miss (L/n)?” She asks, eyebrows turn down. “We’re in the middle of a meeting.”

“Is Finnick inside?” You ask. “It’s urgent.”

“No, I have not seen him. Try Heavensbee.” She goes to swing the door shut.

You place your foot in the crack before she can shut it entirely, and regret it almost instantly from how hard she was going to slam the door. Coin opens the door wider, lips pressed together.

��Where would I find him?” You ask.

“The basement. He was working in the weapons shop.”

She then kicks your foot out of the way, pulling the door shut. You roll your eyes at her behavior, she hasn’t been the kindest person to you since you arrived. You think Plutarch’s convinced her it’s your fault Beetee’s dead. One day you’ll give him a piece of your mind, but today won’t be it.

You leave the hallway, finding the elevator again. It’s old, which means it moves slowly. It takes almost fifteen minutes for it to go all the way down to the basement, because of the other people getting on and off. 

By the time you get there, Plutarch’s locking the doors. “Have you seen Finnick?”

He looks over his shoulder to see it’s you, and then goes back to fixing the lock. “I haven’t. I’ve been on a call with a scientist for the past hour working on weapon plans because we don’t have any experts here.”

You suck in a breath, reminding yourself not to react. “Do you have any idea who might’ve seen him? It’s important.”

“Did you try Haymitch?” He suggests lamely.

“Where would he be?” 

“The rehabilitation center. Where else?” He shakes his head.

You don’t say anything back to him, because all responses would be rude. You leave him there, heading back to the elevator. By the time you get it programmed for the rehab center, Plutarch is in sight. He holds out his hand to tell you to stop, but you press the button while looking away, pretending as if you didn’t see him. 

Maybe he should be nicer to you.

The rehab center is closer, and their curfew is stricter. If Finnick is here, then he’s only in the visiting area. It’s a shame that Haymitch is still required to stay here instead of a pod, but he really pissed off Coin. He was joking about smuggling alcohol from Greasy Sae, and she was having none of it.

When the elevator stops, you program it to go up a few floors before being allowed to go back down. Anything you can do to inconvenience Plutarch. When you get inside of the center, they have you sign a sheet, and then they put you in the waiting room while they call out the person. As soon as they have you sit down, you know Finnick isn’t here, either, because they would’ve just directed you to the visiting area.

Haymitch comes out, as messy looking as ever, with a beanie pulled to his eyebrows. “Hey, kid. Curfew’s soon.”

“I know. Hey, has Finnick been here?”

He shakes his head. “Peeta’s a good guess. Finnick’s been trying to do exposure therapy.”

“At the hospital?” You ask. “I would’ve seen him.”

Haymitch blows air out from his cheeks. “Katniss?”

“That’s a better idea.” You nod, “I should’ve tried her first instead of Coin. I’m sorry I can’t stay, the hospital’s curfew is in an hour.”

Haymitch waves his hand. “Good luck.”

You wave, leaving out the waiting room door. The lady at the office bids you a goodnight, and then promptly shuts off the office lights. There’s a click that fills the air from the locking system, making you let out a quiet laugh. What a passive-aggressive way to tell you that you were overstaying your welcome. 

On the elevator again, you take it up to where Katniss’s pod should be with her family. Just her, her mom, Primrose and their cat. When you get there, you knock on the door. It’s only a second before Katniss’s mother opens it with a warm smile. 

“Oh, hello (Y/n).”

“Hi.” You smile, “Is Katniss here?”

“No, I believe she’s down in the cafeteria with Gale and Finnick.” 

You hum, eyebrows drawing together. “Thank you.” You begin to back away. “Have a good night.”

“Is there a message you’d like to leave?”

“No, I’m actually looking for Finnick.” You shrug. 

She nods. “Have a good night.”

The door shuts, you turn around and get back to the elevator, where you’re forced to wait twenty minutes. The clock on the wall isn’t helping the rising anxiety in your stomach, you’ve only got enough time to check the cafeteria before you have to get back to the hospital. He better be down there. 

You guess you could try again tomorrow, but you want to have a conversation tonight. The longer you wait, the more it settles into his head. What if he spends the entire day dodging you?

The elevator arrives full of residents trying to get back home. You step on, and being the only one inside, you’re able to head straight down without any disruptions. It’s a quick trip down, but you have to go down the hallway to even get to the cafeteria. 

You push the swinging door open with your hip. The room is illuminated by the few tv’s on the pillars, they’re stuck on the Capitol logo. In the daytime, Thirteen usually will let the Capitol broadcasts play. The people here see them as a comedy.

Sure enough, Katniss and Gale are inside, and they turn at the sound of the door. There is no Finnick in sight, but that doesn’t mean he’s not nearby. 

“Hey, (Y/n).” Katniss adjusts her body to turn halfway so she doesn’t have to crane her neck. “Looking for Finnick?”

“Yes, actually.” You nod. “Have you seen him recently?”

“He just left and took the stairs up to the hospital to talk to Johanna before the curfew set.” 

Your face twists. “Johanna?”

“If you take the elevator, you might be able to catch him.” She says.

“Right.” You agree, “Sorry for interrupting.”

Gale opens his mouth, Katniss speaks first. “It wasn’t even important. We’ll see you tomorrow.”

“Bye.” You wave, leaving the doorway.

You jog back down the hall to get to the elevator quicker. As soon as you press the button, the doors peel apart, allowing you to get inside. You’re briefly hopeful this trip won’t take longer than a minute, except you run into the same problem as earlier, with people stepping on with every passing floor.

By the time you get to the hospital, it’s past curfew. Finnick always leaves on time.

A wild goose chase for nothing. It’s like Finnick knew you were coming, so he avoided you at all costs. You don’t want to go back to how things used to be between you two. It was painful, knowing there was nothing you could do to fix it. You just had to let it go, like you will now. Except, you’re stuck in this stupid bunker with him, meaning you’ll never get away. 

Tears appear in your eyes. You suck in a breath, holding it, tilting your head back to force the tears back to where they came. It doesn’t work, they slide down the sides of your eyes, traveling down your cheeks.

You let out the breath, and take in a shaky one. It isn’t long before the crying starts. You have to stop in the hallway before you enter the hospital wing, because if they see you upset, they’re going to put you on medical lockdown. This thought alone increases the hysteria.

You slide down the concrete wall, burying your face in your hands while you cry. Ten years you’ve waited just to be his friend, and he’s going to take it all away on the thought he’s not a good person? When it’s clearly not true? He’s sacrificed just as much as you have to get here.

You’ve told him this. Why won’t he listen?

“(Y/n)?” You whip your head up to see Finnick, a frown on his face. “Oh, honey.”

“You—” The word is strangled as another sob overcomes you at the sight of him, finally.

Finnick rushes over, coming to a crouch in front of you. You jerk forward, throwing your arms around him for a hug, squeezing him tightly. Finnick pulls you closer, placing a hand on the back of your head to keep your face in his chest.

“I’m so sorry.” He murmurs, shushing you gently. “It’s okay.”

“It’s not!” You protest through your tears. “You want to leave me!”

He doesn’t say anything, his grip only tightens.

“Finnick, I don’t care. I don’t care that you were mean to me in the past, because it didn’t bother me. I wouldn’t be talking to you if I didn’t want to be with you. How could you have known better if no one told you? It’s not your fault.”

“I should’ve seen the signs. If I had gotten to know you better, maybe I would’ve realized. I was so mean to you.”

“We were mean to each other.” You tell him, playing with his hair. “We did good things on our own time. You’re a good person, Finnick. You’re not bad for what’s happened between us in the past.”

You push him away from you to see his face, finding tears in his own eyes. You cup each side of his face, pulling him to your lips. Finnick’s hand slides its way to the back of your neck, holding you against him for a few seconds longer.

When you pull back, you wipe a tear from beneath his eye. “Let’s just focus on us right now, okay?”

“Okay.”

[lovinglylibelle]

—𝐣𝐣𝐤 𝐛𝐨𝐲𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐡𝐨𝐰 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐝𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐬 𝐮𝐩 { pt. 4 }

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✧. FUSHIGURO TOJI

Okay so i know this man is broke as shit BUT thta doesn't mean i cant style him ;) and that he doesn't have a sense of style. He just doesn't have the money to pull it off

ANYWAY, so ofc this dude likes to wear the classic toji combo, black compression shirt with grey joggers. Its something he wears when he cant think of something.

Additionally, he is a guy who likes flannels. loves to wear them and pulls them off honestly. I mean obviously

He likes tank tops a lot, would wear them all the time because he finds sleeves restricting.

LEATHER JACKETS btw, he loves those. Wears them with a white shirt and blue jeans combo.

Again, the biker gloves. He wears them for reasons (look cool and to handle weapons better)

He actually likes wide legs (heh) but does get annoyed by how they trail all over the floor. Has them in blue and black and gray.

Wears collared shirts, like the one that show off his biceps and back muscles.

Okay so, he also doesn't mind wearing White button ups with trousers, yk that hot look. He even rolls his sleeves uo to showcase his forearm muscles.

Honestly, has a very all over the place style. One day he would be dressed classy and other day like he is broke. It depends on his mood and he genuinely doesn't care about what he wears.

Overall, he looks good in whatever concoction he puts on. Like idk how, i think its the face that makes anything look everything. Women give him double glances all the time, men too... worms too lol.

✧. NANAMI KENTO

Its honestly very hard to imagine him wear anything other than suits but i still did it HEH.

So of coure first of all, he wears suits. Tuxedos, double-breasted, Slim-fit, Modern-fit etc etc. He gets them hand-stitched, has an entire Kingsmen thing going on. Can name brands according to the make AND only wears original stuff. He is serious about his suits.

He has a lot of ties, cute ones, fun prints, the basic solid coloured ones, patterns and everything. Wears them according to the occasion.

He likes to wear Polo shirts, and i think they actually look quite hot on him. Especially the fitted ones.

His colors of choice usually are sage green, soft blue, dark blue, dark green, emerald green etc etc

He loves the round neck shirts too, the ones without collars.

Wearing button ups is his thing, wears them a lot in black, white, beige and blue.

He alsoooooooo likes to wear joggers at home because they are so very comfortable.

In winters, he wears trench coats (i love trench coats if you cant tell) and highnecks too OMGGGG he looks so good in highnecks i might swoon.

Yk those trousers? which are lightweight and flowy? the ones that you see a lot of East Asian men wearing on pinterest? Yeah he loves those. He gets to be comfortable and look professional and good in them.

He likes to wear sweaters too, like those soft and warm beautiful sweaters.

A WATCH is a must. bro wears watch even at home. Has an entire section in his wardrobe designed for watches. There are silver watches, golden watches, black watches, chunky watches, analog, digital etcetc. Digital watches are just for show tho, will never wear them

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[nixnight1]

I'm sorry, I've just been so sad lately and today were the elections at my country and it was so bad

But here I have another fragment of the one-shot I'm working on. More angst!

Pt1, Pt2, Pt3

The water kept running, and Sirius would have just waited on the bed if he didn’t have a bad feeling. It felt like the room was too silent to be good. So he opened the door. He wanted just to be prepared to say sorry because he could be interrupting a simple bath, but when he opened his eyes to see his brother, his heart froze on the spot, and it hurt. It stopped beating, and it hurt like hell.  “Regulus!” He screamed, and it didn’t matter if everyone in the house heard because his brother was dead in his eyes, drowning underwater tainted with his own blood and dead dead dead dead. One moment, he was at the door, and the next second, his hands were submerging under the cold water, cold like death, and taking his brother out while sobbing. “Please, please, please be alive, please.”  Sirius’ hands were shaking so much he couldn’t find a pulse, so he pressed his head to Regulus’ chest and tried to listen. He was wearing the dress he supposed was for the wedding day, and his body was losing so much blood that his brain couldn’t form what to do.  His face looked white like the snow and his lips grey like ashes. He tried to heal the big cuts that he had made in his arms, but he couldn’t control the movements for it to work.  “Please, please, please, please, please. Kreacher!” He screamed. “Kreacher! Dumb elf, please. Kreacher!” He screamed again. The elf appeared after a few seconds, important seconds, and when he saw the situation, the first thing he did was gasp. Sirius had never heard Kreacher bloody gasp before. 

[nyxnightshade7656]

Hooked Pt3

Think this one might be shorter, but I want to TRY and keep up some momentum. I guess if anyone wants updates, let me know? I'll try and tag you.

It was a while before she saw Gambit again, nearly two weeks. When she did some snooping she discovered that he and a few other X-Men had been sent on some kind of mission. Being as she was not part of the team, and really only there because of her dad, she wasn’t told too much else about it. So she decided to try and focus on her preferred projects to take her mind off of things.

Gambit had said he liked chats, and she was absolutely not ashamed to admit that she googled what that even meant; only to discover that he meant cats. Which had her down an entirely different rabbit hole that had her discovering that he had called her Kitten of all things that night he had let her back into the mansion. Thankfully there were no witnesses to her school-girl-esque squeal of embarrassment. If no one was around to hear her make a sound, it didn’t happen. She would take that to the grave. But, with the knowledge came the ability to actually make his ‘little gift’.

She spent her time in her room, crochet hook and yarn in hand. Occasionally she would venture out in the dead of night for snacks and a supply of drinks; but for the most part she stayed in her room like a troll under a bridge. Soon, she had a small army of cats, one dressed in a little trench coat with red-on-black eyes and the ‘fur’ color was the auburn red-brown that matched Gambit’s hair perfectly. That was the one she intended to gift Gambit when he came back.

But she had also made three other cats that all were perfect little yarn-ified versions of his real life cats. She had met them by accident, running around the mansion in an effort to find some peace amongst the chaotic swirl of emotion that was always just a hair’s breadth away from pulling her under, like a riptide in the ocean. The three cats had been wandering around a part of the mansion that she had never been in before, and she had instantly been drawn to them. They felt safe, calm, happy, content and well fed. She had sat down and they had climbed all over her, after sniffing her to be sure she was on the up-and-up. This was how Gambit found her, with all three of his cats, that had been his actual target, curled up in her lap or across her shoulders, and her trying her best to pet all of them with only two hands.

She had learned their names during that incident. And thus, she crocheted little collars for each of the little crocheted cats. Each one with their name painstakingly stitched into the ‘tag’. Oliver for the grey one, Lucifer for the orange one, and Figaro for the white one. She also crocheted a crow, giving it red eyes against its black yarn ‘feathers’. The cats were because Gambit admitted to liking them, the crow was because he reminded her of crows. Mischievous, playful, loyal and deceptively intelligent. It was in the middle of the night that she made her way to Gambit’s room, following the emotions in the air, trying to latch onto the feel of Gambit’s cats’ feelings, and partially out of her half-remembered trek there when Gambit had found her with his cats in the first place.

She found the room with minimal missed turns, she found the room. She checked if it was locked, and was both delighted and concerned when it wasn’t. She hoped it was because he had someone come feed his cats while he was out on missions or something. But either way, she wasn’t going to look a gift horse in the mouth. She made her way inside, and nearly tripped over Oliver who instantly started to twine around her ankles. She glanced down and shook her head. Death by cat, what a way to go.

She hurried to strategically deposit the little cats around the room, crochet Oliver went on top of the dresser, crochet Lucifer went on the table by the door, crochet Figaro went on the center of the bed, and the little crow was placed on the bedside table, perched on the lampshade found there. She then pulled out a bag of cat treats and food, feeding the three live kitties and making sure they had some fresh water. After about ten minutes of pats, she slipped back out of the room and hurried to make her way back to her sanctuary.  

[ultradelusional]

Stop you're loosing me! Miguel o'hara x wife reader pt3 - "Afterglow"

basically the last part of my stop you're loosing me series where you and miggy break up and get back together pt 1 and 2 are on my profile so go read those if you havent! They’re both on my profile @ultradelusional

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(Readers pov)

you had been trying to forget Miguel. Trying to forget the way he used to hold you, the way he'd make you feel safe, the way he'd kiss you in the middle of the night. no one can quite forget the people they're married to. As you and Miguel where still legally married. The past 4 days back in your dimension had been filled with people from the spider society visiting and comforting you. Jess especially.

Everyone who visited kept trying to get you to move on but fact is you couldn’t. Miguel your husband, your everything. He hadn’t even tried reaching out which was the worst part which made you ponder the fact that this could be the end of your marriage even more.

(Miguel’s pov)

after that dream of you Miguel regretted everything more than he already did. but as peter b had said he was thinking more rationally. so Miguel set Lyla to locate where in the multiverse you where and when she located you off he went. “Lego spiderman you’re in charge while I’m gone” Miguel said to Lego spider man as he disappeared through the portal to your dimension.

(Reader’s pov)

As you where laying in bed in the bedroom of your apartment in your dimension things being eerily quiet. As only a monorail speeding past your window was the only sound. A portal suddenly appeared right on the floor of your bedroom and a tall figure you knew all too well stepped out.

“Miguel?” You said horsely as you noticed how the past 4 days had changed him. He was skinnier, thick dark eye-bags crowded themselves under his deep brown eyes as the whites of his eyes where slightly red from crying. You also noticed a slight stubble on his face from a lack of self care. His brown wavy locks also had a few steaks of grey. “Wow I guess me leaving him had done some…changes” you thought yourself guilty of his negative changes.

“Mi amour I…” Miguel started to say he knew he had to say something meaningful to get you back. Back into his arms and back in his life.

“Hey it’s all me, In my head I’m the one who burned this down but it’s not what I meant sorry that I hurt you I promise I don’t wanna do this to you and I regret everything” he stated tears bellowing out of his eyes.

“Miguel I-“ you started to say before he cut you off

“Don’t. You don’t need to accept an apology. 4 days ago was supposed to be me and Martha’s anniversary that’s why I kept thinking about her in the days leading up. It would’ve been our 10th anniversary.”

“Oh Miguel…I’m so sorry I didn’t know that my love you never talk about your past life.” You say walking up to him cupping his face and wiping his tears away from his cheeks.

“I’m truly sorry y/n, you’re my wife and I never ever regret marrying you, you where the one who lifted my haze of grief and let the light in” Miguel says as he hesitantly kisses your hand. “You’re my light my love, my everything, tu mi vida” he’s now balling his eyes out as he chokes out “will you let me back in? Will you be my wife again?” He says pulling out your wedding ring.

“Oh great heavens yes!!” You say tears coming to your eyes as he slips on your ring fitting perfectly as it always has.

“Let’s go back home” Miguel says picking you up in his arms as you both go through the portal back to HQ “new dress?” He remarks noticing the same green dress from his dream

“Why yes” you reply as the portal engulfs you both and Miguel leaning in for a passionate kiss

The kiss seems to last forever as both your lips fit perfectly in one another after being separate for so so long. you both don’t notice you’re already back at the spider society and many of your friends are watching you two kiss.

“EWWW” hobie calls out making you and Miguel’s lips break apart both your cheeks flushing bright pink with embarrassment.

OK GUYS THATS THE END HOPE YOU ENJOYED!!

[daddysfangirls-marvel]

Polyamorous: Tears of Joy

Pairing Steve Rogers x reader x Bucky Barnes, Stucky x reader

Warning: Pure fluff

The First kiss |  The first touch | Moving In | The day they left for war | Found you | The day Stark found out | Big Change | The Train | The Plane | Alone | Unfortunate sequences of events | I know her | The Resturant part 1 | The Resturant part 2 | It’s me | You can keep her | He’s okay with that | Mama loves me | Kissing Captain | Kissing Winter | Healing | Hurt | We’ll Wait | Memories | Prude | Whore | Put in her place | The day Stark Jr. Found out | Now you know |  Nursing | Like a Virgin | Morning After | The Catacombs | Off with her head | Grieving the Insane | Let me make it up to you | Punishment | Spiderling pt1 | Spiderling pt2 | Twentieth-century love | The new we can imagine | Connection | Please, marry me | Walk me | Stand with me | Final touches | I Do | Honeymoon | A moment of Paradise | Pictures from Paradise | The Fever | The bad days | Let’s talk about it | Practice makes perfect pt1 | Practice makes perfect pt2 | Seed | Unknown Stolen | unfulfilled Duties | Talking Emotion | Next Step | Holy Shit!! | First steps to hope | She’s Awake | Nicknames | The Mother and The father | The Boy | The Name Game |Talking | Not Ready | No Boy | Returning lust | Seven Days (pt1) | Seven Days (pt2) | Seven Days (pt3) | Seven Days (Final Part) | Tears of Joy 

A few weeks had passed since their little vacation and the throuple had begun to build their home. And it was just about done, thank you Tony Stark, just the wiring and the extra accessories left to work on. (Y/n) was excited to see the final results she and Ash were already buying furniture. 

The team had also resumed moving into the compound. So, a good majority of the labs and training halls were packed away which meant (y/n) had less work to do and more time to shop. And today she was Dragging Bruce along with her. They were finishing up the kitchen. The throuple agreed to light grey countertop and dark grey cabinets with silver handles, the idea of white anything just unsettled the family as a whole. They all agree on the walls, beyond their personal space, being off white and grey. 

“Oh this is cute” (Y/n) said showing a Kawaii, yes Kawaii not cute, kitten designed kitchen utensils. 

“You already have spatulas and those don’t even match the aesthic. “Bruce said as he took it from her hand and put it back.” We are here for the bathrooms.”

“Ash can decorate her own bathroom. And Steve and Bucky can careless as long as the towels are soft enough and there are shelves for their products. They are being simple”

“most men are”

“They aren’t simply. They are BEING simple big difference.”

“How?” Bruce asked as he manuvered (Y/n) way from the kitchen section and into the bathroom section. 

“Steve wants an art room. And he wants the whole nine yards with it. A thousand shelves and drawers, a million canvas, and sketch books. And a big window so he can gaze at nature for inspiration.”

“Why don’t I believe you?”

And he shouldn’t. Steve truly just wanted a little nook/ window seel where he could draw in peace and a desk or closet to put his art supplies away. It was (y/n) and Bucky who wanted him to have more, his own personal space to explore. Steve could do with small and simple but they always wanted to give him more. 

They were all like that with each other. 

Bruce watched as (Y/n) slows down as she looked at the bathroom decor specifically his & her decor. She picked up two matching soap dispensers. Leaning on the cart Bruce bumps her hip slightly releasing her from her deep thoughts. 

“I never thought I’d have this.” He looked at her confused “Honestly, the time I came from what i currently have wasn’t even a possibility. But even if we did manage somehow, it still wouldn’t have been because we were so poor at the time. And now... I’m not even looking at price tags. 

I’m building a house-not buying building. A high-tech one as well. And I have a daughter. I have an awesome job taking care of people... This wasn’t even a dream.... Bruce?”

“Yeah?”

“I think I’m going to cry.”

“I think we’ve done enough shopping today. Let’s go cry in the car.”

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“Welcome home” Bucky called out as he heard the Elevator door close. Steve greeted him as he rounded the corner. “I’m making dinner. We’re having salmon.” 

“Where are the girl?” Steve asked as he approached him hugging him from behind and asking his neck. 

“They are in the living room watching tv.” Bucky said as he leaned back to get a proper kiss from him. “Go tell them to wash up for dinner. I’m almost done.” 

“Hey, hey” (Y/n) said Steve approached them from behind. Leaning over the back of the couch he kissed Ash’s forehead before giving (Y/n) a proper kiss. 

“What are you guys watching?” 

“Nothing really. We are actually looking up furniture for Ash’s room.” (Y/n) explained as she handed him the tablet showing what they had. 

“This looks really good. Can’t wait to see it all together. By the way Time for dinner. We’re eating salmon.” 

“Oh, I love salmon” 

“Honestly you love just love food.”

“Correction, I love good food” (y/n) said they all went to wash up. 

“Did you decide on anything?” Bucky asked as he set their plates. 

“Thank you, honey. And yes, she found a few thinks she liked.” 

Taking out the tablet again Ash handed over to Bucky and they began to talk about her choses. (Y/n) watched as Ash and Bucky went over her room and what more she could put in it and decorate it. They were both smiling as the spoke. You could see the resemblance in their smiles and the way they laughed. Both so beautiful. 

“Hey, what’s wrong?” Steve asked as he reached across the table taking her hand.  (Y/n) hadn’t realized she had started crying she laughed and started wiping her tears away. 

“Mom, what’s wrong?”

Everything stopped.

“what-what did you say?” (Y/n) whispered as more tears spilled. 

“I...mom?” 

(Y/n) started laughing as she pulled Ash into her chest hugging her. In all the time Ash had been with them she had never addressed them as anything but their names this was the first time she’d ever...

“You called me mom. I’m mom” 

“Why are you crying?” Ash asked as she hugged her Mother. 

“Because I’m happy. I’m so happy I’m crying. You’re making me happy.” The whole family sigh in relief as (Y/n) continued to cry and hug her daughter.  “I just never thought... oh I love you all, I love you all so much.” 

[archive-of-artprompts]

🌹👹 Beauty & Beast : Blindly send in two numbers, and I'll draw that beastly beauty or beautiful beast! 👹🌹

Send one from each list and I'll combine them into one character. Numbers are 1 - 40. (Tropes from tv tropes pt1🌹- pt2🌹 - pt3🌹 - pt4👹)

🌹Beauty Traits 🌹

Aloof and Dark-Haired : A tall, dark-haired beautiful person with an aloof demeanor.

Amazonian Beauty: A muscular woman who is attractive.

Angelic Beauty: Their beauty is literally heavenly.

Agent Peacock: They're not going to let this job get in the way of being stylish.

Beautiful Tears: Somehow, tears make this character cuter or more beautiful.

Big and Beautiful: They’re fat and fabulous

The Dandy: This character values looks and fashion.

English Rose: The English archetypical beauty; usually a fair-haired, fair-skinned character with a regal nature, delicate nature, and posh sophistication.

Everyone Loves Blondes: When blondes are seen as more beautiful than other hair colors.

Everything's Better with Sparkles: Sparkles make everything pretty.

Femme Fatale: Her looks could get away with murder (if not already).

Fluffy Fashion Feathers: Plumes and down on stylish clothes just look appealing.

Gold Makes Everything Shiny: Gold adds visual flair.

Hospital Hottie: Attractive medical personnel.

Hot God: Makes you get on your knees for several reasons.

Hot Librarian: Because good literacy is beautifying.

Hot Men at Work: people on the street should be catcalling them.

Hot Witch: A witch who is a bombshell rather than an ugly, old hag.

Hunk: A tall muscular man who is very handsome

Lascivious Beauty Mark: A facial beauty mark is used to characterize someone as flirtatious or seductive

Lovely Lesbian: This hot girl has the hots for other girls.

Long-Haired Pretty Boy: Long hair just makes this Pretty Boy look better.

Innocent Flower : A delicate character is associated with the beautiful and equally-delicate flower.

Love God/dess: Most mythic pantheons have at least one.

Mystical White Hair: White hair indicates magical powers, mysteriousness, and/or otherworldly origins.

Pretty in Mink: A luxury fur garment is meant to look good.

Pretty Prince/ss Powerhouse: Being pretty and of royalty doesn't mean they can't kick ass.

Princess Classic: The beautiful princess as the epitome of grace, poise, delicacy and beauty.

Raven Hair, Ivory Skin: Dark hair makes this pale person pretty/handsome.

Redheads Are Ravishing: Red hair is associated with attractiveness.

Rose-Haired Sweetie: A bright, optimistic, pink-haired character.

Shy Blue-Haired Girl: A Shrinking Violet with blue hair.

Silver Fox: An attractive older person with grey hair.

Southern Belle: The American South archetypical beauty; usually motherly, delicate, kind, and fiercely devoted to family and tradition.

Statuesque Stunner: A character is pretty and tall.

Sultry Bangs: The use of eye-covering bangs to denote sensuality or seductiveness.

Tall, Dark, and Handsome: The quintessential description of a character who is supposed to be attractive—tall, dark-haired and dark-eyed, and good-looking.

True Beauty Is on the Inside: What you find attractive about this person isn't their looks.

Unkempt Beauty: You don't need to have a beauty regimen to look nice.

What Beautiful Eyes!: They never need to say "My eyes are up here."

👹Beast Traits👹

Amphibian at Large: Giant (bigger than average) frogs and other amphibians

Angelic Abomination: Angels which look extremely bizarre

Bat People: Humanoids with bat traits.

Big Creepy-Crawlies: Giant arthropods.

Bigfoot, Sasquatch, and Yeti: Various big, hairy ape-like creatures who live in seclusion.

Big Red Devil: The classic stereotypical demon that resembles a humanoid with red skin, horns, bat-like wings, goat-like legs, and a pointed tail.

Bird People: Avian humanoids.

Blob Monster: A living creature made of amorphous slime.

Body of Bodies: A monster compiled of a mass of bodies.

Botanical Abomination: An eldritch organism which appears to be an extremely bizarre and unnatural plant.

Cactus Person: An anthropomorphic cactus creature.

Cat Folk: Feline humanoids.

Chupacabra: A strange beast that is said to prey on goats and other livestock.

Classical Chimera: A monster made up of a lion, goat and snake.

Cthulhumanoid: A humanoid creature with squid-like features, reminiscent of Cthulhu.

Cyclops: A creature with only one eye.

Dem Bones: Living skeletons.

Digital Abomination: A virtual eldritch being originating from cyberspace.

Draconic Abomination: A dragon-like creature which looks very bizarre and otherworldly. 

Fauns and Satyrs: Humanoid creatures with goat-like legs.

Fish People: Aquatic humanoids with fishlike traits.

Flesh-Eating Zombie: Zombies usually crave the flesh of living humans (especially their brains).

Fox Folk: Humanoids with foxlike anatomy.

Frankenstein's Monster: A being made up of dead body parts sewn together, who has been brought to life through mad science.

Headless Horseman: A ghostly man without a head who rides a horse.

Humanoid Abomination: An eldritch being which superficially resembles or behaves like a human, or is at least vaguely human-shaped.

Living Lava: A creature made out of molten rock.

Lizard Folk: Humanoid reptiles.

Man-Eating Plant: A plant that eats people.

Martians: Space aliens from the planet Mars.

Medusa: Snake-haired women with a petrifying gaze.

Muck Monster: A living, moving mass of filth, poison and refuse.

Mushroom Man: Intelligent, humanoid fungi.

Nuclear Mutant: A monster created from exposure to radiation.

Our Minotaurs Are Different: A half-man half-bull creature.

Poltergeist: Ghosts that haunt inanimate objects and cause them to move on their own.

Rat Men: Humanoid rodents.

Spider People: Chimeric beings with the physical characteristics of both humanoids and spiders.

Swamp Monster: A monstrous creature that resides in a swamp.

Wolf Man: A wolf-like humanoid.

[at1nys-blog]

Masterlist

Halloween ✨

Peter Parker

-Secret Date And Helping A Friend

Tony Stark

-Secret Date And Helping A Friend

Thor Odinson

-It's me

Loki

Spiders, snakes, bugs and flies

Boku No Hero Accademia

Hawks(Keygo Takami)

-PicNic

Bakusquad(Mina, Sero, Denki, Kirishima, Bakugou)

-White Lie✨

Ao No Exorcist

Ryuji Suguro(Bon)

-Kyoto Tower

-Alrernative Lifes

Rin Okumura

-ばか！✨

One Piece

Roronoa Zoro

-Boredom

-Jealousy is green

-Nap Time

-Some story gets told: series pt.1: the start//pt.2: reversed roles

-San Valentine coming the 13rd February

Yamato

-Worst Timing

Akagami Shanks

-Prince at sea

Buggy the clown

-Prince at sea

Headcanons

-Perona, Mihawk and Zoro

Tokyo Revengers

Shuji Hanma

-The one that left

Ateez

-You Are Family

Kim Hongjoong

-Something About You pt1//pt2

-You Look Like Peter Pan

-Loud Silence

-Not That Much Of a VIP(smau completed)

-My Loki or my Aphrodite?

-Coffe Hour

-Button Up Shirts(suggestive)

-Is a gin tonic

-Favorite body part…

Park Seonghwa

-Signing Books In Seoul

-Dancer

Jeong Yunho

-Friends Again pt1//pt2

-3 a.m

Kang Yeosang

-Is not that I hate you pt1//pt2//Pt3

Choi San

-Feeling Exposed ✨

-Idol Life(smau completed)

Song Mingi

-I'm The Voice

Jung Woojoung

-Haunted House

Choi Jongho

-He Is Not A Bad Guy

-Sunsets

-Your dancer for the night

𝟿𝚝𝚑 𝚖𝚎𝚖𝚋𝚎𝚛: 𝙶𝚊𝙴𝚞𝚗

Stray Kids

Bang Chan

-Bubble Texts

Lee Minho

What Is Wrong With Me?

Seo Changbin

Hwan Hyunjin

-Happy BDay✨

Han Jisung

Lee Felix

-Music Video pt1//Australian Accent pt2

Kim Seungmin

Yang Jeongin

Twice

Im Nayeon

Yoo Jeongyeon

Hirai Momo

Minatozaki Sana

Park Jihyo

Dear leader I love you(smau discontinued sorry about it)

Myoi Mina

Kim Dahyun

Son Chaeyoung

Chou Tzuyu

Solo

Maddox(Kim Kyung Moon)

Single Mother!Reader SMAU

Masterlist

My Soulmate(Series ended)

Stranger Things

Billy Hargrove

-Gone(spoiler season 3)

-Is The Two Of Us(spoiler s3e8)

Steve Harrinton

-The Ghostbuster Steve. The Gostbuster✨

Robin Buckley

-Is The Two Of Us(spoiler s3e8)

Criminal Minds

Aaron Hotchner

-Smiling Boss(platonic)

Alice in Borderland

Chishiya Shuntarō

-Old and new friends

Chicago Med

Ethan Choi

-Dinner

Shadow and Bone

Jesper

Milo?✨

Alina Starvok

-Back Together

The Crows

-Freedom 1 || 2

Grey’s Anatomy

Isobel Izzie Stevens

-Sister and Girlfriend

Denny Duquette

-Sister and Girlfriend

Actors

Marco Ilsø

-Keep laughing

Shadow and Bone cast

-Among us

-Kimchi and movie night

Some Weird Interactions

Alfie Solomon(Peacky Blinders)

-Jewish People✨

Dabi and Yukio Okumura

-I hate you but I like you… I guess

Incorrect Quotes

Percy Jackson

-Alice&Hellhounds

-The Stolls vs Micheal

[jt-artsandfics]

Mantis blades and Gorrila fist pt3

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The two days had passed very quickly for both V and Oda.

Oda had decided that if they were to spar it was best he come prepared with his gear.

And that is how he ended up sneaking into V's apartment over taking the front door as he normally would.

Vex was sitting in his small lounge room waiting for his new sparing partner to arrive.

He was fidding with one of the many empty cans on his coffee table.

He had felt the Arasaka ninja before he saw him and it made him jump a little.

"Hello Sandayu" that had taken the other off guard, V only called him that if he was really pissed off or showing respect.

Oda bowed to him as V stood up. "挨拶 Vincent " (greetings). V groaned as he stood up.

"Ok please if your gonna call me anything just V then, I know you don't do the first name unless your friends with someone so can we just keep with V please" Vexrin had asked hoping he didn't have to be called Vincent again.

"Very well then, Vさあ始めましょう (let's Begin).

Most of the sparing with Oda was hand to hand combat.

They had been doing this for about 2 weeks now.

V was quite happy with where he was with it.

Eventually they both got to weapons Oda used mantis blades and V was doing his best hardest to avoid them.

He had now nearly tripped over a mat, coffee table 3 times, and fallen face first multiple times but he had yet been hit with either of the blades.

" You better try harder Sandayu" he taunted. Oda heldhis stance waiting for the right moment to strike.

That came sooner then he expected when V backed into the lounge only to finally fall over it.

Oda took this as his chance and tackled V over it trying to pin him down.

The one thing he had learnt while sparing with V it is that the purple and red haired man is very slippery and time and time again gets out of his grasp.

Tho this time he was determined to finally pin and make V time out. Oda had one of his blades near Vexrins face and he could feel the heat radiating off but the blade and Oda.

Pale grey eyes met with white and black cats eyes. And Oda thought he had finally pined V only for Vexrin to finally you his arm implants to over power Oda.

And this is how they had ended up with V holding Oda's arms and flipping him to be on the ground.

"Like I said Sandayu got to do better then that, I think Takemura would be a little disappointed to see me take you down again" Vex bragged.

Oda decided headbutt V and in the end they both ended up laying out on the floor of V's apartment trying to catch their breath after calling a truce.

V lighting laughed and Oda let out a groan in annoyance. "Vexrin please take this spars seriously" he huffs out as he stands up and moves over to V, he holds his hand out for Vex to use to get up.

"Sandayu you don't have to be so serious all the time. You can lighten up a little, it won't be the end of the world for you" V takes his hand and pulls himself up and makes his way to his fridge, pulling out two cans of real water he throws one Oda's way.

"Think fast Sandayu-sama" Oda catches the can without trouble but he looks to V.

" when did you ever call me that わるがき" (brat) that makes V laugh.

And Oda breaks a small smile. The small banter between then had become something of a normal thing to Oda.

And V never took any of the insults personally. "Oh would you prefer san-san becuase I will go that far Oda!" V says back to him only to get a small clip up the ear for his sparing partner.

" 行動する" (behave yourself) V waves him off as he takes a drink of his water. They both sit in a comftable silence for a while.

"くそ, it's later then i anticipated" (fuck) Oda says, V checks the time as well to see it was 12 past 3 I'm the morning.

"You have work tomorrow afternoon don't you Sandayu?"

V ask only to receive a nod and Oda trying to get his gear all put away and back on.

"You can stay the night, I'll take the lounge" V pipes up and Oda turns around.

"I won't force you to host for me V it will only take me maybe am hour to get back" Vex flops down on the couch and continues.

"It's not a problem at all Sandayu-sama and it means youdon't have to do the trip until tomorrow, and I have some spare clothes if you wish to have a shower" Oda stands there thinking about to for a little.

" Very well but you are not sleeping on the lounge that thing is uncomfortable just to sit let alone sleep on V" the next 20 minutes is both V and Oda arguing about who sleeps wear after Oda had a shower.

"V your bed has plenty of room So I don't not see why we can not share" eventually Oda won the argument and sleeping arrangements had been set.

It was just after 3:30am that the had both settled into bed. "Good night Sandayu-sama, sleep well" おやすみなさい よく眠ってね Vex" (Good night, sleep well" 

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Author notes

Hey everyone just a heads up I don't know Japanese but I'm also trying to stay away from Google translate. So again in so sorry if any of the Japanese isn't what it means front he translations I was given.

And lastly I'm writing this late at night becuase o couldn't sleep so there most likely spelling errors.

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[lovinglylibelle]

— 𝐣𝐣𝐤 𝐛𝐨𝐲𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐡𝐨𝐰 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐝𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐬 𝐮𝐩 { pt. 1 }

pt2 || pt3 || pt4

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will be posting moodboards after the series <3

✧. INUMAKI TOGE

I believe that Inumaki's sense of style is very casual, and he can look confident and comfortable at the same time.

He loves to wear a variety of colors, they vary between pastels to cool winter color palette. I believe that he is a cool winter btw.

He wears vests, has quite a collection of every type of vests. Be it woolen vests, jacket vests, normal vests.

He likes to layer his clothes, would wear a long sleeved shirt and a short sleeved one on top of it etcetc

He wears them on top of various buttoned shirts, usually white with 1/4th sleeves.

Wears fanny packs, loves how they add character and a sense of humour to his outfit. It makes him more approachable according to him.

He wears shorts, trousers, wide legs, whatever he feels like like tbh. Usually only wears shorts in summers, Khaki shorts, cargo shorts, oversized shorts whatever

OKAY AND he wears glasses... like without power and he knows he looks good in them jrksjtiejr.

AND AND AND he wears stack bracelets.

✧. OKKOTSU YUUTA

Okay so hear me out, i think he likes to wear a chain necklace. like a single silver chain. not too thin not too thick, just the perfect size :)

He wears a lot of plain black tees, white tees and stuff. also has a range of sweatshirts: patterned, solid colored etc.

He also wears oversized buttoned shirts on those shirts and kinda looks sexy in them ngl.

Wears baggy jeans, wide legs a lot. Actually just wears those. Has them in every basic color: black, white, grey, beige, blue.

He doesn't have a personal statement in his style because he doesn't want attention but but butttttt he wears a lot of accessories, like silver chunky bracelets and oxidised rings and stuff. (so effing hot)

Loves Inumaki's style and incorporates it in his own, would wear buttoned shirt underneath his sweatshirts

He wears oversized hoodies too and joggers, lots of joggers because he finds them comfortable and efficient.

Overall has a very laid back style, more towards streetwear. True summer palette fits his vibe along with monochromes.

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[wollymalfoy]

Hogwarts is my home... (pt4)

(Pt1) (Pt2) (Pt3)

Tagged: @idontknowwhatthisisfam

Description: Y/N Snape spends Christmas at Malfoy Manor.

Writers note: I’m sorry this is very long and borninggg :( I’ve been trying to write this all day lmaooo anyways, I hope you enjoy

The next few months consisted of you not speaking a word to your father. Your father started bringing flowers everyday like he did before you was sorted into Slytherin and move into the common room. You kept the door locked and ignored his knocking and calling of your name. You hated ignoring your father but if he couldn’t accept who you was friends with then you didn’t want to be buddy buddy with him. You couldn’t be. In his class were you usually sat at the front with Hermione, Harry and Ron but you had moved right to the back to sit with Draco, Blaise and the rest of the Slytherins in your year to keep as much distance as possible. You were surprised they still liked you after the nosebleed situation. What’s up Y/N?’ Hermione asked as you walked to class with her after potions. ‘Have you fallen out with us’ she sounded as though she was going to cry. ‘No, of course not it’s just I had a fall out with my dad and I’m trying to keep my distance’ you reassured. ‘Oh I’m sorry about that, I just thought you didn’t want to be my friend anymore’ she said as you reached the greenhouses. ‘I’d always want to be your friend Hermione Granger’ you smiled and she returned the smile.

Draco had invited you to spend Christmas at Malfoy Manor so that was a way you could get away from your fathers small gestures to say sorry without actually saying it. He had asked you in the library during your tutoring session. ‘I was wondering if you wanted to come to the manor for Christmas, mother and father said they’d be delighted to have you over’ he said as he watched you check over his essay. ‘Really?’ You said excitedly. He nodded. ‘I’d love to come Draco’ you expressed and gave him a hug.

‘How’s your little study dates going Y/N’ Fred asked as you and the boys sat in the Gryffindor common room. You snuck in there very often. ‘They aren’t dates, I’m his tutor’ you corrected him, ‘they’re going well, he’s started getting O’s.’ ‘Maybe we should get you to tutor us’ George said laughing. You knew he wasn’t being serious so you just smile, the twins didn’t care much for grades. ‘I’m going to Malfoy manor for Christmas break’ you said, regretting it but it would of come up in conversation at some point. The three boys looked at you, you couldn’t work out what emotion was on their faces. ‘Why?’ George asked finally. ‘Well, he asked me to go and I don’t fancy staying here with my dad’ you stated bluntly. They just nodded slowly with furrowed eyebrows.

The day before Christmas Eve came around and most students were getting ready to leave, you included. You brought your trunk into the great hall and searched for Draco. He saw you and ran over to you. ‘You ready?’ He smiled at you. ‘Yeah, I just wanna say goodbye to my friends’ you told the boy and left to go to the Gryffindor table. After saying goodbye to your Gryffindor friends you went back over to Draco and the both of you made for the doors. ‘Y/N’ you heard your father say making his way to you, ‘where are you going?’ He questioned harshly. ‘Draco’s, his parents invited me to stay for Christmas’ you stayed coldly. You hadn’t spoken a word since the argument and it was clear from both of your voices that you were still annoyed over it. ‘So, you decided to leave the castle for two weeks without telling me?’ He tilted his head slightly as he said this. ‘Well ye’ you said then turned and walked out of the hall. Draco stood talking to your father, probably reassuring him that you staying at the manor wouldn’t be a problem. You waited at the entrance as he did this. As Draco left you saw your father give you a small smile and turn around.

The Hogwarts express arrived at London and as you peered out of the window you saw a woman with long blond hair. ‘That’ll be mum’ Draco smiles as he saw where you was looking. ‘I’m guessing Father is busy, since he’s not here’ he said giving you a hand off the train. You walked over to Narcissa Malfoy and she greeted you with a large smile, ‘you must be Y/N’ and with that she gave you a hug. You didn’t expect this, Narcissa from afar looked cold and emotionless but having had this meeting you knew she was the opposite.

Malfoy manor was beautiful, white peacocks were seen gracefully walking across the white lawn and bushes. The house looked as though it should be cold but as soon as you stepped in you were greeted with a warm atmosphere. In the main hall there were two marble stair cases with golden banisters going to the second floor. ‘Shall I give you a tour’ said Draco holding out his hands. You took his hand and he showed you around the house. Last but not least you entered the ballroom. There were three glass arched doors at the bottom of the room leading to the garden. On one side of the room black French Sofas where up agains the wall. Grand portraits of Draco’s relatives covered that side of the wall. The other side of the wall was a large family tree. You walked over and examined each family member. You placed your hand on the picture of Draco that was under his parents pictures. ‘Pretty cool huh?’ He said with his hands in his pockets. ‘Yeah’ you said still looking at the wall, ‘do you have party’s here?’ You turned to him. ‘Sometimes, yes’ he replied sweetly, ‘have you ever been to a ball?’ You shook your head, ‘Dads not the party person’ you laughed. Draco walked over to the corner of the room and put on a record. He turned and smiled, ‘dance with me?’ You grabbed his hand and began to dance. The music was soft and slow and you and Draco moved around the room in the rhythm of the music. You didn’t want the moment to end. His face so close to yours you could see every detail of his grey eyes. It felt as thought there were merepeople swimming in loops in your stomach. Draco gave you a twirl and placed his arm around your waist bringing you closer to him. His other arm caressed your cheek and he moved in to kiss you. You melted into the kiss and you felt at peace. You broke apart and stared into each other’s eyes. There was a quiet ‘ahem’ you both turned your head and Narcissa was stood in the entrance of the ballroom smiling. ‘Your Fathers here Draco, why don’t you bring Y/N to greet him.’ He nodded and you followed Narcissa into the sitting room. Lucius was sat in his armchair by the fire. He looked up and spoke, ‘ ah, Y/N how lovely too see you again.’ ‘It’s lovely too see you too Mr Malfoy’ you replied. Narcissa took a seat at the other armchair opposite her husband. ‘Please, have a seat’ she smiled and you and Draco sat on the sofa. The night consisted of Lucius and Narcissa telling you about your father from when they where at school and stories of baby Draco which embarrassed him. These conversations continued over dinner too. After the meal it began to get very late so you and Draco went off to bed. Your bedroom was next door to Draco’s, you said goodnight and went into each of your rooms.

You woke the next morning, Christmas Eve and it was incredibly late. You was a little embarrassed at how late you slept, but you got out of bed got dressed and went down the marble stairs. You were wearing a green jumper that had your initials on it which Mrs Weasley had knitted last Christmas. A house elf came up the stairs as you went down, ‘do you know where Draco is, Sir?’ You asked. ‘Sir? I- he’s in the dining room, miss.’ And with a flustered look the house elf sped up the stairs. You heard voices get louder as you came closer to the dining room. ‘So, did you speak to her?’ Narcissa said cheerfully. There was silence so you walked in. ‘Good morning’ you said to both of them Narcissa was sat opposite Draco. They both returned the greeting and you sat wit them. ‘I like your jumper, Y/N’ Narcissa expresses as she tilted her head to get a better look at the jumper. ‘Thank you’ you said, ‘Mrs Weasley made it for me last Christmas.’ Narcissa’s smile vanished immediately and Draco put his head down and picked at his food. ‘I- I think it’s best we don’t tell Lucius this information’ she nodded quickly.

Sat on the couch near the fire, Draco had his arm around your shoulder. He circled your skin with a single finger. ‘I like you Y/N, a lot’ he started. It was only a matter of time that you spoke about yesterday. ‘I like you too Draco, and i mean as more than a friend’ you said this turning to look him in the face. ‘Good, I feel the exact same’ and as he said this he moved in and gave you a small kiss. When he moved away you kissed him again but this time with more passion.

Christmas Day came around and you were awake very early. You ran into Draco’s room and dived onto him. ‘What time is it?’ he muttered, his eyes half open. ‘Come onnn’ you whined, ‘let’s go open our presents.’ ‘Five more minutes’ he whispered and tried to turn over but you grabbed him and pulled his arms. ‘Fine, fine’ he gave in and slipped out of bed. You both ran down stairs hand in hand. Under the large Christmas tree in the sitting room lay many, many gifts. You opened the first gift, a roughly wrapped soft package. The gift was a beautiful black jumper with the letter Y/I. Mrs Weasley has given you another wonderful gift. The next gift was from your father, a quick quotes quill and a note that read:

To Y/N

Merry Christmas, I hope this will help you get all those brilliant ideas down and in good time too.

Love, Dad

You smiled as your read the letter. You missed your dad a lot and it took this note to realise that. You picked up a small black box, ‘I think you should open mine last’ Draco said as he put the box down. You opened all your presents from the sweets from Ron to the love potion antidote from Fred with the note that read:

Just in case Draco tries to smuggle you a love potion while you’re there ;)

The gift from George was last, it was wrapped in a small red box. It was an oval shaped golden locket. You opened the locket and inside was a moving picture of, you, George, Fred and lee. Your heart swelled at this locket and you put it on right away. George was always sweeter and more sentimental than Fred. You turned to Draco and he smiled, ‘are you ready for mine?’ He asked and you nodded. You opened the black box and inside was a cloak. You looked at him puzzled, ‘an invisibility cloak, love’ he said and laughed. ‘Really!’ You yelled, ‘but these are really rare!’ ‘Just like you’ he said giving you a soft kiss.

Thanks for reading if you’d like to be tagged in the next part let me know ;)

[keyenuta]

TW Prologue: So enters The Wizard

(this is the first part of this fanfic i’m making, I hope y’all like what I write and enjoy the characters, if anyone is OOC I’m sorry, I’ll try and do better next chapter!) Pt2, pt3

     In the Ramshackle dorm there’s only two people sitting in its time worn walls, Grim, the self proclaimed to be greatest Magician, purrs and mumbles in his sleep, muttering of his greatness and power, while his partner, or as he calls them, “minon” is shuffling in their sleep, turning and motioning in their sleep as like many nights before, all that’s on their mind is that mirror that stays perched atop their dusty fire place, Leaning atop its white base as it’s faded gold frame encapsulates its foggy glass. 

      But ever curious, and having a hard time falling back to sleep, after blinking the early dust from their eyes, the prefect lowly mumbles as their feet rake across the groaning wood beneath them, and as they approached the glass, memories popped into their sleep deprived mind. The queen of hearts, riddle, and as well, ghost pains from days ago, the feeling of thorns and magic arcing across their body, as with a deep sigh, the prefect found themselves in front of the glass once more.

“Ugh, wonder what the dream will be this time, if its something with the queen again, hopefully no more queens for month” They droned, peering into the glass once again.

Soon enough, a brilliant light fills their vision, forcing them to squint while the light spirals into a black and white image.

     Four strange looking people were walking-no, rather skipping arm in arm down a brick tiled road, approaching a citadel of towering green spires that glistened while they rakes the sky above. The first of the group seemed normal enough, she was a little girl with long pigtails and a checkered dress, skipping in ruby slippers that also gifted a dash of color to the picture. But to her right, things got stranger. A man made entirely of rusted metal and bolts bounced and hopped alongside the girl, smiling a metallic grin as to her left, things got strange once again. Since there was now a whole lion standing there, hopping and bouncing on his hind legs, lightly shuddering with each step as a worried smile creaked across his face. As on his right, there was a whole scarecrow, filled with hay and everything, skipping along side everyone with the brightest grin out of the bunch, but no matter what, it seemed everyone was singing the same thing as they skipped.

    “We’re off to see The Wizard, the wonderful Wizard of Oz!” 

     But as the dream progressed, soon enough the group stood before two giant double doors, each one intricate in its designs, showing off an explosive array of magic and status before they strode through, only to receive  “I AM OZ!” rattling everything around them, vibrating every which way as the wizard continued to bellow in the echoing room.

“The great and powerful! WHO, ARE YOU!” He bellowed, asking over and over “Who, are you!” Yuu listened as the wizard thundered, but all they could think was, If you stopped asking for a second they would tell you, but for Yuu, they couldn’t focus on this for long, as second after second, a low sound increased around them getting louder and louder, until a massive

“Nyaaaaargh” woke them up, groaning awake, the prefect once more blinked the sleep from their yes as they found the culprit of the roar right there on their stomach.  Sleep talking again

Chuckling at their partner, Yuu  petted the flaming cat as he purred on their stomach, “heh, The only thing great and powerful  is that roar of yours” they smirked, running their fingers through Grim’s soft fur.

“prrrr…Nragh! How’s that?!  The great and mighty grim Showed that tyrant Riddle who’s boss!~” Grim purred

“Oh, did you now?” said an off sounding stern voice, only to be instantly followed up by a cracking “OfF wItH yOuR hEad!” jolting grim awake with a large yelp  as he scrambled to his paws, whirling his head from side to side

“Ffnaah?! Get this collar off m-wait, what?” Grim’s surprise lessened as he touched around his neck, there was no collar to be seen, but what was there was a bunch of laughing from the other red head they knew, Ace Trappola

“Pfft, Ace, that was not funny, you scared Grim half to death” Deuce snickered

“Ahahahaha, come on don’t lie Deuce, you laughed too, just look at his face hehehe”  he laughed, clutching his robbed stomach, peering through the blinds of their hair, Yuu began to think, those robes, I saw those before Yuu thought, memories of a dark room, coffins and a lot of blue fire bubbled up to the surface.Raising their hair covered face up at the two suits, Yuu asked

“morning, what’re the robes for?” they yawned, slicking back one of their blinds of hair to at least see them.Now with one working eye, she took in the clothes they wore, a large intricate black and purple robe with gold designs glittered about them, and not to mention Ace had way too much eyeliner on.

Ace paused and lit back up as he answered the prefect

“Oh right, the headmaster didn’t tell you earlier huh?” Yuu shook their head from side to side as Grim grumbled up to his feet growling at the suits

“Hey! Apologize for waking me up like that!” the heart suit ignored the black cat and continued on, earning even more angry sounds from the monster

“Well, there’s an emergency ceremony happening soon, something about late arrivals or something.” Ace droned rubbing his hooded neck, “geez, Dorm head didn’t have to wake us up so early though” he groaned

“I agree, but you know how he is, oh, right, the headmaster also gave us these for you” Deuce said, in his hand he gave the two a large box, peering into the the package, just like the two suits, Yuu found a pair of matching robes for them, and a small cloak for grim.

“Alright, we’ll be on our way, give us a second to change” Yuu said

                                          In the ceremony room~

     A room doused in colors of purple and black stands a group of cloaked in the same colors, as ribbons and beads hang over head while coffins and black gates surround the group within already. Some look at attention, while others look as if they would rather be anywhere else but here. And while they stood, coffins floated around them, hovering in the air as they waited to open. And for the latter, Leona, the dorm leader of Savanaclaw was a prime example, standing upon a circle of runes, arms crossed with a bowed head. Lightly snoring before  breathy yawn rapidly turned into a sharp grunt, “Ngh” as Ruggie, his vice dorm head jerked him awake, sighing at his friend.

“Oi, wake up Leona, you can sleep later. If anyone has an excuse to sleep it’s Rosehearts over there” Ruggie nagged to a now groaning Leona.

“tsk” riddle clicked, “I can assure you I have more than enough energy to attend a ceremony” Riddle stated pointedly, it had only been a few days after his overblot, but still, he wasn’t going to sit in bed while new dorm members could potentially be coming, he had to lead by example.

“Shishishi, well if you say so, but don’t start crying if it gets too hard” the hyena teased.

“tsk, what was that?: Riddle seethed, his silver eyes leered over to the hyena as he suddenly felt a hand on his shoulder,

“Riddle, its fine, please calm down” Trey whispered to hear a sigh escape the dorm head’s mouth before his eyes returned to the coffins.

 All the while, Leona muttered holding his head, while his green eyes lazily blinked open, “Do we really have to be here?  It’s just a handful of students after all” the lion groaned

“Ozlandia’s standards for time are very different Mr. Kingscholar, for what is late for us, they view themselves as on time, and their students deserve the full Night raven college experience, for I am gracious” Crowley hummed

.yawn “Then they can come on time then, mmm, save us the trouble”

“Speaking of being on time, has anyone see Mr. Draconia around?” Crowley pondered

Each Dorm leader looked around the room for moment and then realized, once again, they had forgotten the third year, 

“Hmph, it seems we have forgotten Malleus again.” Riddle spoke

“Oh, what a tragedy, it is quite unfortunate I must say” Azul bemoaned to a wave of eye-rolls at his tone.  But soon enough a rush of thumping feet echoed in the room, as Yuu, Grim, Ace, and Deuce had finally arrived.

“Ah Prefect, welcome to the ceremoney, I apologize for not giving you an earlier warning, but, seeing as now we have everyone gathered, It is time to begin” When Crowley said that, the coffins around the students began to fall to the ground, stomping to an echoing thump as clicks and creaks sounded from the boxes.  

    And from the middle coffin, it’s door creaked open as it showed a boy with brown skin resting atop a coffin of grey roses.  His hood’s shadow covered most of his face but soon enough, a pair of brilliant gold eyes peered from the darkness as the future student slowly raised himself from the box, grunting as he pried himself up, cracking his neck, he took down his hood to reveal a nappy black-silver fro, parted on it’s sides by two sharp ears.  Much in resemblance to Malleus and Lillia from Diasomnia. And now standing on solid ground, the only thing most of the dorm leaders thought of was,

     He’s wearing the robes wrong. By this they mean that the boy didn’t even close the cloak above, like it was just some regular jacket.  And most upset of all was Vil Schoenheight, the dorm leader of Pomefiore glared daggers at the boy. His lavender eyes seemed to look angered and shocked at how he wore his formal robes.  He would definitely have a word with this boy soon.And to his glare, all the dorm head got was a playful grin. The dorm head began thinking if the boy was mocking him, did he wear it like that on purpose, inconceivable. And for the majority of the leaders no one really piped up but Ridddle, always quick to preserve the rules spoke up first.

“You, fix your robes, if you are going to be in this ceremony, you should wear your clothes properly!” he commanded, silently hoping this would not be one of his dorm students. But cutting through that, the boy have his answer, resting his hand on his waist, the boy chuckled 

“Pfft, nah I’m not going to change” he stated, shrugging his shoulders

“Tsk, excuse me?!” riddle edged out.

“Said I wasn’t gonna do it, do I need to crouch for you to hear me or something?” he teased, Riddle’s hands clenched into fists as he could already feel his anger rising, meanwhile, the younger teen still gave him a playful grin, as he motioned the short dorm leader to come at him, his lips pointing into corners as he watched the dorm leader rise in anger.

“did, you just call me short?!” Riddle seethed

Though before the back and forth could continue, each of the other tombs began creaking alongside each other. The first of the 6 remaining to open revealed a baby faced boy with green skin, and curly raven black locks that broke through his hood. He gazed around at everyone and everything in the room with many oohs and aahs while he stood besides the taller boy, offering a wave as the others soon followed behind.

       After him, a boy who’s arms and legs clinked and clanked stiffly walked free of his tomb, as his metallic appendages glistened in the room as he stood besides his fellow students. And next up was a boy with straw coming out of his robes?  And after him, a student with pronounced lion ears and tail soon followed. But when the boy went to step out of his coffin, he shuddered and shook relentlessly, he scampered forward only to instantly move back from the group, holding up his tail as he tried and failed to glare at the students besides him. And for Leona, he looked dumbfounded, groaning in annoyance at the sorry state of the lion in front of him. What kind of lion was that, he looked like a herbivore just by looks, not to mention scent.

And second to last, there was a big hufff as soon, a gruff sounding boy kicked open his coffin door and strides towards to group, his body was barrel chested and even through the sleeves he had massive arms bulging from the darkness as Peach fuzz raked across his jaw.

 Crowley saw each of the teens clump together as he gave a brief ahem to continue the ceremony.

“ahem, welcome to Night raven academy, I am Headmaster Crowley, I am sorry  but it seems you have all came late into the school year, but believe me we will be sure to catch you up as soon as possible. mhm, we are truly grascious, but for now let’s get you all sorted.”

The headmaster walked towards the mirror, whispering into the glass as word after word the mirror filled with green energy, illuminating the area in its hue as a detailed face or mask coalesced from the magic.

“The mirror of darkness guides you, please step forward and give me your name”  The mirror called. The brown boy from earlier stepped forward as said

“My name’s Zoroaster Ozma” he said, resting a hand against his chest, but as he listened to the mirror, in the background Grim groaned under his breath about how boring this was. But one word seemed to change the whole air of the room.

“Your soul’s shape is...Ramshackle”

[blackandblueandstars]

Three's a Dream Pt4

Pt1 Pt2 Pt3

Amy finished typing out a text to Lily.

Can you come over today? Need you to pretend you don't know I'm pregnant. Kamilah wanted to tell Adrian first, didn't have the heart to tell her you knew before her. :/

Of course. I'll be there for whatever you could possibly want to tell me.

Thanks Lil. ;)

Amy smiled.

"I invited Lily over," Amy told Kamilah. "I figured we should tell her in private."

"Good call," Kamilah chuckled.

They stood in one of the spare bedrooms, making plans.

"What color do you think for the walls?" Amy asked.

"Hm," Kamilah looked around. "I was thinking a white, or maybe a light grey," she said.

"I think that's a good idea," said Amy. "I don't want it to be too dark, and I don't want to gender it too much."

Kamilah smiled. "I agree."

"More than anything, I want them to feel comfortable and safe. I want a place where we can read to them and play with them, a place they will feel nothing but love."

Kamilah rubbed Amy's shoulders. "I agree, baby," she said, kneeling before her. "We love you very much, baby. This is where you will grow and learn. And we will always be here to protect you."

Amy smiled. Her heart always fluttered when Kamilah spoke to their little one. She was so soft, it made Amy weak.

"I love you," she whispered to Kamilah, touching her hand.

"I love you too," Kamilah said, looking up into her eyes. "More than anything."

A few hours later, Lily walked in.

"Hey guys!" she said excitedly. "I am so glad you asked me over. It's been way too long since we've had a girls night!"

She winked at Amy.

"Lily," Kamilah said, entering the living room. "Good to see you."

"Hey Lil," said Amy. "Why don't you have a seat?"

Lily looked suspiciously between the two. "Ooookay," she said, sitting across from Amy. Kamilah settled in beside her, resting her hand on her knee.

"Lil," Amy said slowly. "There's something we want to tell you."

"Are you breaking up? You guys can't break up! You're perfect for each other."

Amy chuckled. "No, it's not that," she said.

"Okay," said Lily, bracing. "Hit me."

"We're pregnant," Amy said with a smile, sharing a glance with Kamilah.

"WHAT?!" Lily shrieked. She jumped up from the couch, speeding over towards Amy. Kamilah stood and intercepted her, holding her in mid-air.

"Gentle," Kamilah snarled, then smiled as Lily nodded.

"Yup," she said. "Sorry."

Kamilah sat her down and she walked slowly over to Amy, pulling her into a hug.

"Girl," she whispered in her ear. "Mama Kamilah is scary."

Amy chuckled, squeezing Lily tight. "Thanks Lil," she said, the words meaning so many things.

Lily pulled away, moving to Kamilah and pulling get into a spine-crushing hug. Kamilah stood stiffly, finally giving in and pulling Lily into her arms as well.

"You'll be a great mom," she told her.

"Thank you," Kamilah said, her voice unusually heavy with emotion.

Lily finally pulled away, sitting back down and looking at her friends.

"So," she said. "Onto the important matters. I'm the god-mother, right?"

Amy and Kamilah both smirked. Classic Lily.

"Well," said Amy, glancing at Kamilah. "We haven't really talked about it..."

Kamilah smiled. "But you're the obvious choice."

"AHHHHHHHHH!!!!" shouted Lily, jumping up again. "You won't regret this! This kid is going to be so spoiled. I will be the best damn god-mother the world has ever seen!"

Amy looked at Kamilah, smiling. "Thank you," she mouthed. Kamilah nodded, a smile forming.

"Lil!" shouted Amy. "Breathe."

"Right," Lily said, wide eyes. "Sorry." Her grin was so wide Amy thought her face would break.

"I love you," Amy said to her.

"I love you too," said Lily. "And I am so happy for you guys. There is no one else that I would want to bring a new life into this world. You're just perfect and I'm so happy."

She fanned the tears forming in her eyes.

"Lil," said Amy. "I appreciate your enthusiasm. How about we celebrate by watching some movies, eating junkfood, and enjoying each others' company?"

Lily smiled. "It's like you read my mind," she said.

"Alright," said Amy. "I'll get the snacks."

"Ohh no you don't," said Kamilah, touching Amy's stomach. "You three stay here, I'll get the snacks."

Amy tried to object, but Kamilah's eyes flashed red. She threw her hands in the air, surrendering.

"Girl," said Lily once Kamilah had gone to the kitchen. "I'm pretty afraid of her. I never thought Kamilah could be more scary, but motherhood has done it."

Amy smiled. "She's been very protective," she said. "But she's also been very soft. There's this side of her when she talks to the baby...it's so precious Lil. I've never loved her more."

Lily smiled. "That's so great Ames," she said. "I really am so happy for you guys. And I can't wait to buy all the toys and play with the little guy or gal, it's going to be great!"

Kamilah returned with the snacks. "Yes," said Kamilah, "it will be. Our child is very lucky to have such incredible people in their life."

Lily smiled at Kamilah. "True that," she said. "Luckiest baby in the world."

They settled in, starting a movie. Kamilah and Amy cuddled close, and Kamilah rested her hand on Amy's stomach.

She was so happy, just enjoying a quiet moment with her little family.

Part 5

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[stanbillyhargrove]

Demons pt3

Billy Hargrove x Reader (Cat)

T/W: Self Harm (Cat), Abuse, Slight Eating Disorder   Cat has a lot of issues

This will be a multi chapter series with fluff, smut, angst, all the things

Billy's POV

From the first time I saw Cat, I wanted her. I had never seen her before and with her black hair, pierced ears, lip and nose and small frame covered with a black canvas jacket she stood out like a sore thumb in Hawkins. I wanted her naked underneath me, screaming my name, her beautiful freckled face contorted with pleasure like every other girl before her. At first, when she wanted to talk at the party I obliged thinking it would gain her trust but the more time we spent talking I actually found myself wanting to know more than the curves of her hips. I was actually enjoying getting to know somebody and letting someone get to know me. I still had that naked picture in my mind that left me hard and aching for her but I was able to push that aside for the friendship I was gaining. We drove around a lot together, talking about our lives before Hawkins and what we wanted after. After a few days together I took her out to my favorite spot out of town, a secluded clearing in the forest where I would often go to chain smoke and try to escape the shitstorm at home. I didn't usually take chicks out here for hook ups, this was my place, but I wanted to share it with her and so I brought her out here. Then she was so nice and I brought her in for a hug but as soon as I touched her that image was in my head and I was too close to her to fight it off. I kissed her and she liked it, I thought anyway but when I went to slide Cat's jacket off she froze and then pushed away from me. Did she not like it? Does she not want me like I want her? Did I just end the one good thing I had going for me by following my cock instead of my head? I looked at her confused until she gave me an answer.

"Just uh.. girl things.."

I breathed out in relief thinking we'd just go back to talking but Cat was sinking to her knees in front of me. Then she gave me the best blowjob of my life, all teasing - she's definitely done that before, another worry off my mind that I wasn't getting into something with someone who had no experience. She nipped and sucked until I could barely handle it and then sank her face down, engulfing as much of my cock as she could. I lost control at that point and grabbed her head and fucked her throat until I came. When she pulled off of me she wiped a tear from her face and smiled at me before I helped her up, holding her to my chest as I regained my breath.

After that I drove Cat home, my hand on her thigh the whole way. I thought things were great with us until she quickly got out of the car, said a chaste goodbye and hurried into her house. Then I was left questioning again, did I hurt her? Did I take things too far? Maybe she doesn't want me and just blew me cause that's what she thought I wanted? Tensing my jaw, I turned the car around and went home. I would see her again and ask her, she probably needed a minute.

So I went home and stalked into my room, flipping on the bed. I lit a cigarette and turned on my radio, trying to drown out the questions in my mind. After I while of that not working I got up and started working out, throwing weights around turning my inner feelings into physical exertion. Towards the end of my workout I heard the front door slam closed, signaling Neil and Susan's arrival. Growling, I angrily pushed through my workout, dropping my weights down when my door flew open. I drew myself up, squaring my shoulders and clenching my jaw as I stared at Neil who was glowering at me from the doorway.

"Where the fuck is Max?!" He growled.

"I don't know, I left in the morning before you guys and she was here then. Why don't you know where she is?"

"What the fuck did you say?" He jumped at me then, grabbing my shirt and slamming me into the wall behind me. My head bounced off the wall, instantly giving me a headache. "You need to learn some respect, boy." White spots danced in my vision as Neil's fist collided with my cheek, I blinked my eyes hard to regain focus. Neil glared up at me, red faced and panting, his breath reeked of alcohol - like always, "you will go out and find your sister and bring her home do you understand?"

"Yessir," I grumbled.

"What?" He barked, slamming his fist into my jaw.

"Yes. Sir." I stared down at the ground, my entire body tensed, waiting for Neil to let go when Susan appeared against the doorframe.

"Max just got home, she's skateboarding in the driveway," she spoke timidly.

Neil let go of me then, glared at me for a second longer and then turned to her, "great, what's for dinner Susan?" He questioned as they both left my room.

I stood still for a moment, wincing when I stretched my jaw, before grabbing my keys and cigarettes and leaving the house.

Max stood in the driveway, staring at me as I stalked towards my car. Her small voice was barely louder than a whisper, "are you okay?"

I turned to stare at her and saw her wince, "yes, shitbird. Where were you?" I sighed.

"I went to the arcade with my friends, I told mom I was going before they went out today. I'm sure I did."

"Susan's making dinner, you should go inside soon." I couldn't be too angry with Max, it wasn't her fault that Neil is a piece of shit. So I gave her a weak smile, then got in my car and sped off. I didn't have anywhere to go so I just drove aimlessly for a while. Without thinking about it I pulled up to Cat's house about twenty minutes later. I sat in the car for a few minutes before I made up my mind. I couldn't wait any longer to know if she wanted me or not and I really didn't want to go back home. Slowly, I turned my car off and walked up to the front step of Cat's place. The lights were off but I could hear music so I lightly knocked on the door and waited. When I didn't hear any movement after that I decided to go around the back of the house to check for lights. There was one window with light streaming out of it, Cat's obviously, so I walked up to peer inside. She sat on her bed, wearing black sweatpants and a light grey sweater, curled around a book and a mug. I lightly rapped my knuckle against the window, jumping when I suddenly heard barking and growling from inside the room. Cat looked toward the window, wide eyed and cocked her head to the side when she saw me looking at her. Stiffly I smiled and waved at her before she got off the bed, snapped at her dog to quiet it and slid the window open to let me in.

"Hey.."