#happy launch day hope this one doesn't suck

[koltira]

[saphirafoxgirlspost1]

(Open Rp) Love Story in "The Tale of The Monkey King and The Fox Princess"

(WARNING: This Story is going to be base of the Netflix the monkey king, if you don't like that, please leave my blog alone and never complain to me and it's going to be an NFSW Rp If your a minor, please for the love of god Don't reply, Viewer discretion is advised)

A Long time Ago On earth they were Ruled by Order, The Immortal Ones Rules Heaven and Kings Rule in hell But the Celestial Goddess Name Uni Rule them All With peace and harmony with her good Old friend "Buddha".. Then Years After Uni Gave her Life to the Beautiful Baby Girl Name Saphira Lorraina Fox, The Princess Of Sakutopia.. She is Blessed By Shenron The Dragon god by giving her Half of his Powers and Inari The Kitsune Goddess Blessed Her with Beauty and Immortality as well.. The gods and The immortal Ones in the Jade Palace was amazed That Saphira Became the New Celestial Goddess and Buddha Knew That Saphira has Her Destiney awaits.. Years later, That Night When Her family set out a good camp in the jungle. Saphira Was a Small child and she began to climb up into a big cliff..and then she sees the Big stone that was Big and rounded Began to crack..as She made a soft gasp..Then the stone Opens it up, she looked down and saw a cute little Red Monkey Aka "Monkey King" Curled up and sucking thumbs.. until he Opens his Green eyes and saw her, He leaped up excited as She giggles and said, " Awww Hi there, My Name Is Saphira Fox, Whats yours?" Then the Little monkey King notice her and smiles as he began to hugs her..and then He looked at the sky as he narrow his eyes and then He Shoot lazer beam as she gasp and being surprised, The Little Monkey King rubbed his eyes and his eyes is still glowing red and he kept shooting beams and pretty excited on it..and Then..he jumped off and running fast as saphira gasp and said," Man, He's pretty excited and all. I hope he's ok.." She felt worried about him..the jade emperor doesn't like it and wanted to get rid of him..But Buddha told him to be Patience and telling him that this monkey Is a powerful being and said to let him find his way, So the Jade emperor decided to leave that Little red Monkey alone. The next Morning, Saphira Saw Little Monkey King again and She knee down and she said," Hey Little Buddy, Remember me?"

When this little monkey King saw her and got happy and excited, Then he came and hugs her. She smiles and Hugs back gently and stroking his Fur and said," Aww your so soft and fluffy, I hope one day I'll see you every day and play with you Being great friends." Her Words Made The little red Monkey Feeling Happy to hear that..Then Saphira change into a little Blue Fox and Plays With him and wagging her tails and then She Began to Make a Beautiful Dragon Necklace For him, She put a necklace on Him as she smiles..But then He met the other monkeys and elder ones as well But they're not so keen about him..But then When they got to the light side but then she sees the Demon Tiger with Golden Bracelet Launch out from the water fall as she gasp.. The Demon tiger attacks as They runs off to the jungle area, She began to run with them..and head to the camp and suddenly.. The demon tiger ready to attack Saphira But Then The Guards Scare it off..and it fled as Saphira was Worried about the little monkey king, Tears sheds and thought he was gone for good.. When her Father Took Her home, Saphira Missed the little Monkey king Very much, At Least He Wore the necklace that she made For him. As the years Passed by, Saphira Grows up to become a beautiful woman and So beautiful That many men would throw themselves beneath her feet But Saphira rejected The other suitors Because She only See their Hearts Filled With greed and Minds Filled with Power obsession as well.. Then Her Father Brought in the Oracle, So that She Will Tell her Father Who's the Future Husband will be and as the Oracle use her powers to See the future Through the Crystal ball as it Shows that the Future Husband Is none other than…. The Monkey King himself, Her Father was Surprised but then The oracle Said that Saphira will be In danger as well, She will be Cursed by the Dragon King of the East Sea Himself.. And Then Her father asked if there's any Spell Breaker to remove such a fearful Curse..Then The Oracle said that Only True loves kiss can Break this Terrible Curse.. So Her father Nodded and Send Saphira Out to Find The Monkey King. Saphira Called her Noble Kirin Steed Name "Yuki" Meaning Snow in Japanese, As Saphira rides Yuki For a great Journey to Seek out the monkey king. Yuki's Hooves made the ground shaken in each steps as She made it to the Jungle part where she met the Little Monkey king…She thought he was Killed by the demon Tiger But then the Demon Tiger was Sent flying to the heavens as She was shocked, Knowing That He's still alive.. He Has the great Staff from the Dragon Kingdom of the East Sea, Then She heard from the elder monkeys that he needs to Defeated 100 demons to Join the Immortal ones.. And the Monkey King Said "One Hundred demons Coming up!" As the Monkeys cheers..as she notice the Dragon necklace that He wore was there, She recognized him now and there he was Very handsome and Compassionate, wanted to be loved by all.. Then One by One, Saphira Had Witness Him Defeating 99 Demons of them, Until he goes to the Very Poor Rice Village all Nothing but Drought in the summer, Then She sees Him Fought The Child eating demon name "Red Girl". Her Heart was Stolen by His Charms and His bravery. When she sees his heart and mind, all she can see was heart of Gold and a Cute right mind and Now She knew he's the one But she was worried if he doesn't remembers her though, That Night the village, She watched him dancing when the kids sings his theme song.. She giggles while hidden her face with a fox mask,

She finds him cute when he dance to his song. Until The Lightning came as she turns and saw The Dragon king of the east sea emerge from his bathtub as she wasn't amused by his arrogance, He accuse The Monkey king that He stole the "Stick" but Saphira was angered when The dragon king that he will face his wrath.. Then She change into an Elderly woman and she said," You Shall not accuse him with such nonsense in your cold tongue Dragon king!" The Dragon King turns and sees the elderly woman and asked how will She knew that he didn't steal The Powerful Staff..and then Saphira in old woman form said," This Staff is "Ruyi Jingu Bang" It Has been waiting for that monkey King for Five thousand Years, Have you No Shame at all! You and the Immortal Ones are nothing but Ignorant People! What Would the Princess Of Sakutopia would think of this if she sees you Dear to Speaks to Such Rubbish like that!?" The Village was shocked and all Seeing the elderly woman and little did they know it's the princess of sakutopia in disguised.. But then the Dragon king Notice the Dragon Necklace that Saphira made..and The Dragon king Said," Where Did you get that Necklace from?" Then The Monkey King answers..

[juuheizou]

i'm in desperate need of funny/cute/wholesome tooru or suzumutsu headcanons please😖🙏 i made a terrible mistake and started rereading :re, i just got to rushima today and i'm NOT handling it well at all💀 i love reading your rambles so please just go on about whatever you have in mind<3

I hope you know this is a bood for every time I pick a section to reread and get in the same situation, anon. So, obviously, at this point I have a hoard of fluffy Mutsuki things to share with you. ANYWAY here are some of my favorites!

Mutsuki likes to wear cute, quirky socks when he's relaxing at home. Like the novelty ones that have cats with moustaches and stuff like that on them. (Suzumutsu addition: Mutsuki has a giraffe-patterned pair that he wears a lot because he loves how happy Suzuya gets every time he notices there's giraffes on his socks)

We know Mutsuki is one of two Quinx Squad members who can cook, but he is a big time stress-baker as well. Best not to even step in the kitchen when he's agonizing unless you're Suzuya and you're here to idly decorate while listening to his problems.

He is a plant dad 100%. Unlike Suzuya's revolving door of messed up foster cats, he seems like the type to have one plant that he is very attached to and passionate about taking care of for a long time.

He loves a rainy/gloomy day. Even walking down the street under his umbrella on the way to work is pleasant for him, not that he doesn't also like to spend the time curled up with a good book/movie and a cup of sugarless coffee.

As much as he cannot handle horror, especially the gory zombies and slashers Suzuya likes, he does read and watch a lot of mysteries! Even a light murder mystery from time to time. (Not that he wants Suzuya to be proud of him when he gets through the latter, except maybe he does a little bit)

They have to be written to exacting specifications to win his ace heart over and he is super picky, but he also has a slight guilty pleasure for romance novels. His other guilty pleasure is being sucked into basic nerd-adjacent millennial TV (think Grey's Anatomy, Criminal Minds, Vampire Diaries, shows like that)

He is a nutty professor drunk and his approaching Nutcracker in canon is actually on the tame side of his reactions to alcohol. This boy would break into shirtless karaoke if he was left to his own devices under the influence. (Yuri!!! on Ice AU anyone? definitely not soft-launching my new writing obsession)

He actually tells really funny stories and jokes when he wants to. They're just reserved for people he feels safe to let go around. Sometimes he can't get through them without making himself laugh.

He seldom swears and unless he's doing it because he's overcome with vehement anger or similar emotion, he stammers as soon as he decides he's going to hesitantly drop an f-bomb

Suzuya starts giving him little sticky notes with cute doodles and kind words when he realizes words actually do speak to some people, and Mutsuki is one of those people.

His favorite kinds of kisses are cheek and nose kisses. They turn him into a blushing, fidgeting puddle every time.

[desertfangs]

“honestly if DA hadn’t sent me an anon about one of them I was ready to pull it and call it a loss”

DON’T YOU DARE 🤧 but also imma cry that fic is so special and sexy and bittersweet and I can’t recommend it enough! You go in expecting smutty goodness (which you WILL find) and end up openly sobbing five paragraphs in. Seriously if you’re a bookverse Armand/Daniel fan and haven’t read this one, what have you even been doing with your life!? Mandatory Devil’s Minion reading imho 📖

This current trend of passively consuming media is slowly killing fandoms and fandom content creators. I’ll never not do my part but it’s so disheartening to see so many incredible fics with such depth and understanding of individual characters and dynamics with like… less than 10 comments on ao3. That shit kills the spirit fr xoxo DA ❤️

PS Daniel sitting out the entirety of BC2 because he was too busy playing The Last of Us is laying me tf out and I’ll be thinking about it often 💭

DA!! Thank you so much!! You are honestly a treasure and a gift to this fandom and I know we all appreciate your messages so much! 💖💖

None of us thinks we're owed ANYTHING but like... I came up in fandom in the 90s and 2000s, where people were sharing stuff in newsgroups and on forums and then livejournal. It was a community and everyone interacted with each other and shared their thoughts and commented on fics! Fics launched whole discussions and more fics about similar topics. Now it feels like fandom is so isolated, and people put creators in some separate box where they will consume what they create but not dare interact. And it's weird! We're all just part of fandom, flailing around and trying to have to fun.

Now there's this social media like button culture where people (not just in fandom) will leave a like and move on and that's fine except it doesn't feel as personal and creates this lonely atomosphere. It's so passive, as you said, and as someone who's spending a lot of their free time and brain power crafting fics because I'm excited about the characters or an idea and I want to share, putting it out there and getting nothing back is so demoralizing.

And then of course there's the insecurity. Most writers have it in spades so when we post something and the response is... lackluster... the first thought is often "Well, apparently this one sucks." It creates all kinds of doubt! And then if you're me, sometimes you feel stupid for posting at all and wonder if you should take it down. (I talk myself out of this and then more comments come in and I feel better - although lately comments are hard to come by after the first couple of days a fic is live!)

But I digress. It's just this whole thing and it's weird because no one owes anyone comments or compliments, but creating into a void is depressing and unsatisfying and it's going to lead to people not bothering to share what they make. And that's a bummer, because fandom is all about sharing and conversing and having fun as a group. Otherwise I can just tell my headcanons to my cats, who are always happy to listen.

But you always do your part!! I love your messages and they always make me feel like I've succeeded. So thank you so much again for your kind words! I really am proud of that fic and I hope people will start to realize that a quick comment is worth so much to fic writers. It doesn't need to be elaborate!

And LOL yes, I love the idea of Daniel being so busy battling digital zombies that he's just.. not involved in the last book. Armand calls from time to time and Daniel talks him off a ledge and then fights his way through another zombie-infested building. 😂😂😂 This is my current theory and I'm sticking to it.

[jodiie-leighanne]

"Randomly wrote this, it's not that great. Angst, angst and more angst.

Draco love could you come to the bedroom"

Fuck yes. Shucking off my jacket, shows kicked somewhere in the hall as her angelic voice calls me. What man doesn't want to be summoned upstairs seductively after a busy day working?

Skipping a step at a time eager to get to her,  palms on the door frame, that's when I see her. 

Oh, fuck no.

The lights dipped to a demonic claret. Perched on a chaise by the window, concealing something in the shadows.

"What's wrong with your face darling not happy to see me?"

She stands doused in crimson silk, matching painted lips. Probably easier to mask the blood she is going to bleed from my veins. I'm aroused and terrified because in her left hand as the moon light hits it, is a file I've been desperately trying to conceal.

"Who's Mary-Beth?" 

There it is. Think up an explanation, fast. 

Blank. Cheers brain. 

"Who?" I smirk, trying to humour the situation. Bad move, she charges at me shoving the folder into my chest and my spine against a wall. 

"Mary-Beth, you know the slut from the 4th floor of your building, average looking about 5ft 7inches voice like a raked chalkboard", She has a fair point. "Fair sized bust" Again, she aint lying. "Oh come on Draco you know the one youve fucking frquently at the Beaumont.." I'm dead, mum if you read this I'm probably fish food by now. If you find my body well I hope you're not squeamish because this crazy cow is about to castrate me, then force feed it to me. 

"Or was that Larissa? Jasmine?.." 

"Ok ok, listen baby.." A searing sting fills my cheek with warmth. As she squeaks in frustration, dropping the evidence she held to the floor, her once stark green irises have turned venomous.

"No you listen, whilst i've been at home recovering from birthing your big headed baby" Bit mean "Stitches down to my arsshole magic or not that shit fucking hurts. I can't even shit Draco" Good lord. Each speech spat, I'm jabbed in the pectoral with a digit.

"Then the little bastard had the absolute audacity to be the mirror image of his father" Grinning slightly at the thought of my beautiful blonde boy, that thought disappears as her daggers pierce through. "Little bastard sucks my tits raw daily. I keep him nourished, clean and safe. Yet he is your doppelganger" 

"Lucky kid", Her hand lifts to strike me again. Managing to grip her wrist mid air, causing her to squirm away. Backing acrossing the room. 

"Dove come on", wind whips my face as a hardback novel hammers towards me. 

"Dont you fucking dove me", Followed by another, and a another. 

"Shit, Hope stop fuck throwing books at me, looney bitch"

"It's the least you deserve", Upgrading to a vase. 

"Bit of pansy move don't you think could have at least thrown.. I was joking, god damn woman", shifting out the way as my desk chair hurtled towards my form.

Deeply chuckling she hauls out her wand, conjuring a basket of blades into her arm throwing them fast paced. Causally launching them as I remain unshielded. 

Sometimes I fucking hate magic. 

"Are you trying to kill me ?", I scream. Trying to get closer to her to stop the madness.

"Yes"

She sprints at me again, knife in hand. With no mercy she slammed me into the draws. A Mirror any surface that may bruise, cut or mane me. I was thrown against it. Shards of glass, wooden splinters and blood decorated the floor joining to mix with petals, water and scarlet from her shredded bare feet. 

Leaping she knocks me onto the bed, I may have let out a girlish scream as the wind knocked out my lungs. Her petite forearm locking my chest down as she straddles me dominantly. Sharp side of that blade she wields to my jugular. Fuck she looks good like this, sweat claiming her forehead, panting ferociously. 

My dick hardens underneath her core, I'm a sucker for Hope Malfoy always have been.

"You just couldn't keep your pathetic little cock in your pants could you"

"Woah there little?" 

"Miniature" She scoffs in disgust, she is testing my patience. 

"That's just cruel and a lie", I retorted, smirking once more, which just angered the fired brunette. 

"I only speak the truth", Right enough of this, in one swift move I push her off me as she tumbles over the edge of the bed to hit the ground. Grunting as she makes contact, dropping to join her I now mount her. Sides tucked in between my knees as I point to my very obvious erection straining my slacks. 

"Does that look small to you baby? I believe you've screamed that it's too big for your tight little cunt have you not?"

"Perhaps I did" She shrugs from her laid position, rolling my eyes at her childish ways. "And no your right it's massive", Knew she would cave for me. "Makes a pretty good target actually", Her fist raises to connect with my family jewels.

"Woman, stop trying to hurt me"

Pinning her arms, we are nose to nose now. Breathing the same ragged air. I catch her leaning in to either kiss me or headbutt me, I'll go for the seconds. Completely caught off guard when she actually captures my lips with her own. 

Somehow, that fighting got us both immensely turned on which lead to a few rounds of hate fucking, we are now naked under the sheets. Slowly coming down from our highs, covered in bruises and scratches. 

"You can leave now"

"Wait what?"

"Get out" She points to the door, swinging her legs round to get up. But I pull her back into me. 

"But we just.." Usually we fuck and its all over. We are happy again. 

"So you thought I forgave you?" She struggles out my grasp, tears rimming her eyes. Time to come clean. 

"Baby listen I'll explain.." Shifting to lean my back against the headboard, I summon the folder to my palm. 

"Five minutes go.." Hope eyes stay on her nails as she picks the skin around them, trying to distract herself.

"Larissa is an estate agent", Her hues briefly flick to mine as I opened the paperwork to back up what I was saying. "Mary-Beth's husband is an interior designer, i met them both at the Beaumont for a meal to discuss decor" Placing blueprints in front of her, daring to hold her tiny hands in my own. "Also, i don't know a Jasmine"

"I know, it was a test" She smiled faintly. 

"I bought us a house, just the three of us"

"A house?" There's that light in her face, I love so much. 

"Yes, I would never cheat on you silly girl", Warming up to me, her arms clinging to my neck, mumbled 'sorrys' left her lips as she scattered kisses. 

"Well it's a good thing because we've fucked the room up..  I-I fucked the room up", Chuckling at earlier events. 

"It comes furnished", My turn to kiss her now. 

"Perfect, I'm sorry I doubted you love"

"That's ok" 

Later that evening, married life was back to normal. Affection every moment we could. 

Myself and my wife were sitting around the dining table eating a meal she made as an apology. Our small son cradled in my arms as I rocked him, whilst trying to eat. 

Multi tasking is no joke. 

"Hey draco?" Hope quips out of nowhere. 

"Yeah?"

"Don't drive the range rover for a while, take a different car", Hiding a devilish grin behind her wine glass.

"Cut the brakes?" I ask nonchalantly, popping a chip in my mouth. 

"Planted a bomb to designate when the engine turns on", My eyes widened as the food got lodged in my throat, from how dry it went.  

"Your insane"

"Mhmm only for you"

[literatikoo]

Rory and Jess tackle finals season- headcanons

Firstly, in MY world, Keg!Max! doesn't exist and Jess doesn't leave until after Rory graduates and yes whatever this may screw with Jess' character arc but that's not my problem, I just want my children to be happy.

Contrary to popular belief, Jess doesn't skip exam days. Exam days mean report cards and absences on exam days mean big fat red marks on report cards which would lead to Luke questioning him so he decides to just suck it up and write his finals.

It's kinda worth it in the end because Rory gives him a colour-coded monthly calendar, highlighting the days he absolutely needs to be at school and making sure he meets the required present days he needs to graduate. She presents this to him with soft, hopeful eyes and launches into this big spiel about how she knows he feels differently about school than she does, but scheduled absences makes her feel like she understands him more, especially if he spends those days working. Jess feels like his chest caved in and he's so emotional he forgets to make fun of her for being a nerd.

Jess still doesn't really take these tests seriously. The thing is, he spent a lot of time quizzing Rory and helping her study and he read and reread his schoolbooks in the weeks that it took Liz to ship the rest of his stuff, so he ends up doing marginally better than he expected. His grades are still in the C's and B's but he's graduating.

Rory on the other hand turns into this crazy frenzied organisational monster who only runs on a diet of coffee and food that can be snacked on while furiously scribbling away. If Jess thought she drank a lot of coffee before he was in for a big surprise. Luke seems used to it though and he buys an extra bag of fancy coffee grounds just for her.

Jess usually picks up Rory at the bus stop with a cup of coffee and a copy of the latest book he's reading (she says she has no time for recreational reading, he shows her anyway, she thinks of the big L word). On exam days, Rory spends at least 3 minutes leaning against his chest or shoulders and recharging her battery for the night of studying she has to face. Jess never vocalizes how much he loves her in these moments, he just gently takes her bag and runs his palm up and down her spine, runs his fingers through her hair, kisses her forehead and soothes her until she's half asleep against him. Then he leads her back to the diner and makes her a burger with an extra large serving of fries.

Rory spends half an hour to 40 minutes at Luke's, and spends most of it either napping with her head on the counter or reorganising her planner. Jess stays close the entire time, reading or playfully teasing her about her crazy anal planner system (it horrifies him for a minute when she explains The System and he understands it perfectly), the diner is always slow at this time so they enjoy those peaceful moments together.

Then Rory is back in her Finals Mode, she leaves Jess with a final kiss (sometimes these get so long that she's started scheduling them in, Jess just shook his head at her and gave her an extra long kiss when he noticed the pencil marks in her planner) and another to go cup of the strongest coffee Luke's Diner has ever seen. Rory goes to cram or finish an essay and Jess goes in for his shift at Walmart.

Rory's second study break is after Jess finishes his shift at Walmart and swings by her house with dinner. Lorelai is pretty miffed about it at first because she's usually at the inn or at Luke's when he's over but one day she comes home to them sprawled out on the sofa, both conked out after a long day of work, with a spread of Al's Indian food in front of them. From then on she realises that Jess' visits actually keep Rory grounded and not crabby, so she lets it go.

Jess comes over to her house with something from Luke's or something different on the days he gets time to scope out the area near the Walmart that he works at. He lets himself in through the door, because this is Stars Hollow and no one has an ounce of self preservation, then sets up the food on the table. Only once that's done does he go find Rory and tries to rise her from her hyperfocus. He usually massages her shoulders or reads her essays over her shoulder, pointing out what he likes and the occasional typo and it always takes her a couple of minutes to smell the food but once she does she jumps up and rambles on about how she's been starving forever. Jess just grins and enjoys the routine of it all.

Usually if it's the night before an exam Jess leaves right after dinner and helps Luke close up the diner. If it isn't he keeps Rory company by reading on her bed and distracting her when she gets too frustrated. Sometimes he even brings his own work over and it makes Rory so happy he feels the need to immediately be an asshole to her about something to undo it. But he swallows down that urge and kisses her thoroughly to shut her up instead.

(Jess quickly realizes that he's not good at everything academics related, especially maths. He takes this so personally that he goes through his entire calculus book twice and ends up getting an A on his final.)

They celebrate the end of finals with a trip to The Book Barn and buy almost 50 books between them. They try not to think about their inevitable separation, instead preferring to get swept up in the planning for prom and graduation.

(Jess ditches his own grad but goes to Rory's. And Rory ditches Chilton prom in favour of Stars Hollow high's prom. It's perfect for both of them.)

[amoristt]

Don't Go | Peter Parker

anon: how about a peter parker scenario where the reader is also an avenger and dies from the thanos snap instead of peter, so they turn to dust in his arms? GIMME THE ANGST PLZ

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c/w: death ment, endgame spoilers

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For a brave moment, there was calmness. The distant sound of fire, the seldom silence of a raging war. The sky displays a brilliance of red, yellows, golds over the heads of what remains of Peter’s little team as he helps Tony to his feet. Mantis assists Quill, his arm slung loosely around her shoulder, and then, Peter see’s you congregate into the regrouping. You’re dirty, your outfit looking a little worse for wear. He’s seen you in better shape but at that moment all he can think about is how happy he is to see you there. Standing, breathing.

Seeing you alive.

There’s still light in your eyes when you find his gaze and smile.

Yes, in that moment, even miles away from the finish line, Peter feels his heart swell. In that moment it felt that the war had been won- that the worst of it was finally over.

He’s about to open his mouth, remark about the events having unfolded, ask a hopeful, is it over, but he’s stopped.

Mantis’s eyes unfocus. She stares into the vibrant, dangerous sky, “Something's happening.” She says suddenly.

Peter’s brows knit in confusion, but then- he feels it too. A sharp shot of electricity running down his spine that brings the hairs on his arms to a stand. His spider sense is thrust into full gear as he turns, looks for something, anything, but there is… Nothing. Nothing is happening. If anything, the world was almost too silent, trepidation making his breath halt in his throat.

In the span of a simple, yet devastating second, it all begins.

Mantis is gone. In the blink of an eye, not a single other sentence uttered than a warning. Peter stops in his tracks. Then, he see’s Drax peer down to his hands. Without saying a word, in just a few quiet moments, the man dissipates into ash. From where he once stood, there is nothing. There was no howl of agony, there were no words, there was no time to process. No pile of ash or any evidence he’d been there at all. Peter’s chest tightens. His spider sense wreaks havoc on his nerves, bringing his stomach to an unrelenting churn.

Quill, now forced to stand on his own, looks to Tony. His team gone right before his eyes.

Tony’s eyes light up in fear. “Steady, Quill,” he rushes, but it’s too late.

“Oh man…” Quill knows it's over. And he, just as his friends, fades into nothing. Little ashes that were once the being of Peter Quill flutter into the air before fading entirely.

Peter’s mind is racing now. This can’t be happening, how could it be happening?

“Tony,” Dr. Strange calls. “There was no other way.”

Peter can’t watch anymore. Instead, he finds you. He doesn’t need to see it to know that Dr. Strange is gone. The silence, the way you cover your mouth and shake your head fervently, whispering to yourself in denial, mind overtaken with sudden grief, with fear. He wishes he could take it all away from you. Tears are drawing in your once lit eyes.

“Mr. Stark,” Peter starts frantically, turning to Tony and ignoring that empty space that once was Dr. Strange. He’s terrified to the core, mind racing. Who would be next? Tony? Himself? You? He take’s a trembling step towards his mentor, begging for answers. His stomach is in knots. “What do we do?”

He needs something, anything. It feels like the world is ending before his very eyes.

Tony turns to answer him, but he stops. He’s stuck looking at something else, his expression falling. Peter follows his line of sight, and he’s stricken with dread.

Your hands at your chest, staring into your palms, the gentlest stream of brown dust eating away at your skin. “They’re numb,” you whisper, and Peter feels like the floor was torn out from under him. His heart sinks into the lowest pits of his stomach when you look up at him, eyes wide, mouth slightly agape.

Not you.

As you lose your footing, falling victim to the effects overtaking your body, Peter launches from his place to catch you before you could collapse onto the dirt. He follows you down, cradles you in his arms, eyes searching for anything he could do to fix it. Anything he could do to save you.

It couldn't be you.

“Peter.” You begin, and you touch his face. He swallows a lump in his throat. You appeared so fearful, and yet, at a sort of peace. Of course you knew exactly what was happening. So did he.

“You can’t,” Peter wheezes. He shakes as he keeps you in his hold. “You can’t leave me.”

He watches in anguish as your expression softens, your eyes unfocusing. Staring into the bright sky ahead of you. There’s nothing he can do to keep you here, with him. Your arms fade into nothing, infectiously spreading to your chest. He feels the weight of you lighten in his arms.

“You’re okay,” You whisper. “You’ll be okay.”

For what short time he can, Peter pulls you into his chest. He clutches you to himself like nothing else, unaccepting, unprepared. He can’t accept it- not like you had so quickly. He can’t. He doesn’t want to.

Clutched against him, he feels the shape of you in his arms, and then, all at once, you’re gone. Emptiness from where you once lay and the absence of you sends him collapsing into the dirt with nothing to keep him supported any longer. The dirt is cold, hard,. unwelcoming. He doesn't even bother to look to see if maybe, somehow, you remained. He knew better. You were gone.

Peter doesn't cry out, or wail into the nothingness or grasp at the dirt you’d faded into. Teeth sinking into his lower lip, he just shakes, he sucks in breaths that hurt his aching lungs and tightens his hands into harsh fists. There’s a touch on his shoulder but he ignores it. He’s lost in himself, lost in you. Lost in wondering so suddenly how he’s supposed to carry on without you.

He hadn't even gotten to say goodbye.

“He did it.” Nebula whispers, sorrow dripping from each word. A miserable confirmation.

Tears sting his eyes, squeezed shut, wishing it was all just a dream. Wishing he could glance up, and you’d just be there still. Why did it have to be you? All your fighting, all your work, making it to the very end side by side with him and for what? There was nothing of you left- nothing for him to remind himself that you’d even been there at all save for your goodbye, the softness of your eyes. The way you touched his face and told him he’d be okay.

“Hey,” A touch breaches his scrambled thoughts once more. Tony kneels beside him, crestfallen. “You gotta get up kid,” but Peter can’t. He doesn’t want to- not just yet. He doesn’t want to move and see that you really are gone.

The touch turns into a soft grip, a small tug. Tony tries again, a crack in his voice. “You gotta get up, Peter.”

Eyes wet, blurry with fat tears, holding the worst of his lamenting cries within the confines of his chest, he brings himself to look up. The loss of you stings him all over again. The loss of everyone stings him, fills him with desolation. Fill him with hopelessness.

They hadn’t won. They’d lost everything.

He can’t meet Tony’s gaze. The world had rolled, crashed in and folded onto everyone. All he could think about was you, the feeling of you. The hauntingness of remembering your words so rushed and the sight of you eroding into nothingness. He can’t handle it. He drops his head all over again and let’s tears soak into the dirt underneath him.

He can’t handle the thought of you gone now, and gone forever. All your plans, desolated. The thought of you never getting to see the end of the war, let alone another day. The realization that he’d never get to spend another with you.

The pure, raw, mercilessness of having you in his arms one moment, and gone the next.

[peculiarscriptures51]

The one where he’s catching feelings Pt.1 (MYG)

🌺 Please recommend and requests some more ideas for Mygi! I write them the least but I need inspiration!

🌺 I started to write this as a full length book over a year ago but never got past three chapters. I even made a crappy cover (shown in media). So here it is. Also, this is my first time reading the description since the MOTS: 7 Comeback and it's eerily similar to the concept of Interlude: Shadow. I low-key freaked myself out because I wrote this at the start of 2019.

🌺Description: "You're always smiling, even in the worst of times."

"Yeah? Well, the brighter the light the darker the shadows..."

It's one thing to make yourself vulnerable to another person through the physical sense. Some might consider it quite easy, to expose your body to someone else, let them take advantage of what they see.

But it's exposure of the soul; tearing down your barriers that mends you with someone else.

He meets her just as he starts to launch his music career. But the hardships will surely come with it, and Yoongi is afraid that no one understands, not even Mya.

An emotional journey about the stigma that comes with success and it's true similarities to happiness. Self-discovery and passion combined in with impending fame is a lethal mix, it seems. But perhaps Mya understands that a bit more than Yoongi initially thought.

Yoongi groans and sinks his head into his hands. The bright, flashy hue of his computer screen beams onto his head of dark, untamed hair. He needed to release, but how could the tension unwind when there's so much on his mind that it seems as though there's nothing at all?

For an hour he's been attempting to get a flow going, scrawling thoughts and words across various sheets and journals. His floor has since been blanketed in a layer of crumpled and torn sheets, eraser shavings and careless pen marks smeared across his desk.

He flexed his strained hand, clutching it in a tight fist before releasing in a weak effort to cure it's stiffness.

His phone buzzes, but not an email, as he'd hoped. With a weighted chest he pulls himself up, wearing his typical poker face. He doesn't bother with his reflection, grabbing his wallet and stuffing his fists into the spacious pockets of his large camouflage jacket.

His watch read 03:10, but he didn't find any reason to care. The young man locked his apartment door and trudged to the 24-hour shop nearby. There he proceeded to pour himself several cups of hot coffee.

He felt itching on his lips, and opted for a lemon flavored lollipop to suck on to quench his habit. His experience with cigarettes was a regrettable one, and lollipops seem to be the only 'healthy' alternative.

Just as he was headed to pay, he noticed a foreign woman stroll in. She wore a casual smile which Yoongi himself found a bit odd. Call him a hypocrite, but not many people are happy to be out in the city this late... or early, if you will. She grabbed a pack of instant noodles and Yoongi didn't get to see what else she chose because he was being asked for his money.

He snaps back, unable to help thinking about the chocolate woman with almond eyes and thick dreads that fell past her shoulders. She had jewelry in her hair, which Yoongi was sure he hadn't seen before.

He returned home, kicking off his converse as he locked it behind him. He sighed drowsily, unwrapping his lollipop and sticking the yellow ball of sugar between his lips.

He lets the taste dance on his tongue, leaning back in his chair and pondering his next song. Yoongi had a habit of pouring his thoughts out onto the paper, but it seems that these last couple of nights haven't been so productive as of lately. How was he to launch a career in music at this rate?

Damn it. His lollipop was no more.

He opted to down his coffee, slurping loudly as he stepped over Holly, the poodle his brother named, as he grabbed his beloved keyboard piano and placed it back on his desk. With neighbors always bustling about during the day, there was no telling the last time he got to properly play a real piano. Though his keyboard would suffice, at least. He tunes the volume down, hearing the footsteps of one of his neighbors above. For the second time that night, Yoongi ironically pondered who could be up like this at such a time.

He shrugs, studying the keys and then the sheet of music he had written himself. He always hesitates to play in such a 'public' private place, being as the walls were so thin, and Yoongi didn't want to risk anyone stealing his music again.

So he plugs headphones in and the keys are silent to the outside world save for the pressure his lanky fingers would apply to them. The melody, though, would flow through his ears without disturbing anyone. He felt more secure. One last time, he studied his sheet and with the memory frozen in place, he shut his eyes and let his fingers float across the keys.

Nothing could capture the true authenticity of a real piano, but he relished in his own melody, even taking it upon himself to fix some quirks and developing the flow of the song he was writing.

He wondered what her name was.

Yoongi blinks, his melody falters. Why was he thinking about her? Perhaps because she was nothing short of a phenomenon? Foreigners weren't unheard of in Daegu but they reside in more urban and active cities, Seoul being the main attraction. It wasn't often that they come out this far, not unless they were affiliated with business of a sort, or education.

But if that were the case, what business does she have being out like this? Odds are she'd have an early morning.

Yoongi shakes that thought out his hair, unsure why he was so fixated on one woman. He couldn't understand why, he didn't want to believe that it was simply for the fact that she was a foreigner, or perhaps it was her beauty that had him so mesmerized?

As usual, Yoongi woke up sore from sleeping at his desk again, his alarm blaring. He shuts it off, dragging his feet to the bathroom to shower. He could do nothing about his sunken eyes, nothing that won't cost him, at least. He combs his dark hair and brushes his teeth, getting ready for his day job.

Holly's feet scuttle across the floor, his little tail wagging eagerly. Yoongi feels himself grinning, with Holly he couldn't help it. He pours his food and water, scratching his ears before heading out on his bicycle.

The trip to the recording studio isn't very long, but Yoongi quite prefers the scenic route. With headphones in, he quietly bops his head to the beat he established.

He drifted by other pedestrians, but couldn't help but to notice dreads again. Golden jewelry doesn't glisten in her hair today, as she was wearing a student uniform. She hugs books to her chest, her skirt neatly pressed. She was having a conversation with a couple of other students, both of which were certainly Korean. Perhaps they were showing her around?

He didn't think she'd be a student here, as he hadn't seen her before. Yoongi was in the previous graduating class, most of which moved to Seoul to further their own careers at University. Yoongi, on the other hand, stayed in Daegu Town to further himself.

Work was the usual, it did little to inspire him, like he'd hoped. Yoongi wondered if he should attend the underground event tonight, going under his stage name.

But he needed to work some things out before he puts something out there. "Min Yoongi," his boss called, just as the young man was about to hop on his bike, he turned toward him with a curious look. He's waved over and handed a flyer. "You should try for this."

It was an audition flyer, something for a new up-and-coming company. He'd heard of it but never particularly considered much association with it.

His boss continued, as Yoongi's silence spoke volumes. "Just try it out, send in one of your songs. If they don't accept you, no harm done." Yoongi nods, bowing gratefully, he studies the flyer in his hand as his boss returns inside the studio.

In the late night, Yoongi found himself stuck again with his head in his hands. Would coffee cure him of this burdensome barrier he had in his head?

Would she be in the same place?

He shrugs off that thought and snatches his keys, Holly's light snores being the only noise in the apartment. Yoongi huffs, leaving and strolling across the street. He pours another cup of coffee. One lemon lollipop stood erected in the tray, the only one left. Just before Yoongi moved to grab it, a delicate, chocolate hand reached for it. He looked down at her, she wasn't too short. No more than an inch or two shorter than he was. Her almond shaped eyes meet his, "Sorry." She bowed her head, holding the lollipop out to him.

So she did speak Korean.

He shakes his head, "Keep it." He assured her, to his surprise she looked a bit puzzled by the gesture. Yoongi places the lid on his coffee cup and goes to pay for it at the checkout counter.

He returned home, the flyer on his desk staring him in the face. Maybe it wouldn't hurt to audition. Something in him told him that he wouldn't regret it. He clicks into the website and fills out a form.

🌺 Again I wrote this a while ago and don't really have plans of finishing the main story, but the three chapters I wrote are finished. They're perfect for short stories.

[princessdong]

 One: The Girl In Her Dreams

Masterlist

Of all the possible outcomes of having a human in her house, Joy would've never thought that this one would be the one. After you left the house with Jiu, who seemed more than happy to get out of there, you hadn't left her head.

She could still see your eyes, never quavering with fear, or showing anything but the utmost disinterest, and only to be replaced by fury. Your eyes were thunders after she let go of your throat, and she was sure that you were going to hit her, she even braced herself to it, but nothing came. She even let herself not move a muscle when you practically mocked her by not believing her true self.

Yet, the fact that you were daring enough to get into an apparent abandoned house, and go as far as to explore it, with no regard for who might be in there, it made you so fascinating in her eyes that she couldn't stop thinking about it.

In her whole life, every encounter with a human had two ways: Either they were completely scared that they could've piss their pants, or completely turned on by the idea of having a vampire sucking their blood. But you didn't. And she had to find you, before you consumed her brain entirely.

That's why she, for the first time in two centuries, she got out of the house for a reason that wasn't feeding herself. She assumed that you had taken the ferry back to Mokpo, as she could hear Jiu groan at the fact that they had to get into the ferry so early, and only that stopped when you told her that she could get breakfast at Mokpo. In that moment, those were the only things she needed to launch herself into the quest of finding you. But, as the ferry moved, she seemed to remember that she was not aware if you were in Mokpo, or if you flew out of the country, or even if you were alive. After all, it's been a week.

Joy quickly remembered why she wasn't out of her house in two thousand years, and it was because of the noisiness. She should've asked Yeri to perform a locator spell on you, or get someone to find you, but she was impulsive, and she was out there, in Mokpo's port, not knowing what to do, where to start. Of course, she had her whole immortality to search for you, but you weren't immortal.

Should she get into Seoul? Should she start searching there? Should she be afraid that you were in another country? She didn't knew. Plus, all those people were making her uneasy, she could hear them all, and smell their blood, even hear their heartbeat. It was a mess, she was getting overwhelmed, but her efforts were in not pouncing into some human. She was no rogue vampire, she was four thousand and something of years, and she had more control in her than a baby vampire.

Among the madness of the busy port, she heard something that she needed to hear.

“Jiu! You should stop from going with Y/N to those places! You can't keep up like this.”

She turned around, trying to search for the voice, and the girl she saw with you. There she was, with her purple hair falling from her shoulders, wearing something so simple as a shit and a pair of jeans. Next to her, there was a girl, with dark brown hair, and they were holding hands. She started to get closer, trying to listen, and to think how to get them to tell her location.

“I know, Jagi, but I don't wanna let her go all alone, she might get in trouble one day. And she's my best friend.” Joy heard Jiu say, and she smirked, knowing that you had been face to face with trouble, if she was up to it.

“But then you get all scared the days after. And then you drag me to make sure that the house doesn't have anything strange, at day.” The other girl complained, and, although she understood that they were talking about her house, it could be a great opportunity to have some interrupted alone time with you.

“Uh, excuse me, do you know, by chance, where it's the house of Y/L/N Y/N? She's, uh, tall, has no fear of getting into haunted places...” She said, trying to sound like she was not trying to find a complete stranger. “I'm an old friend of hers, and, I came here to surprise her, but you know, since she's gone to university, and her parents moved...”

She hoped that they either didn't knew your parents, or your parents had moved somewhere else, as she didn't have any idea of who were your parents, or if it was even truth what she said. Luckily for her, it happened that you parents did actually moved to a more secluded place in the outskirts of Seoul... But it was a year ago.

“You really haven't seen her for that long, huh?” Jiu chuckled, but she understood. If it wasn't because of her always coming to your home unannounced, and your yearly tradition of getting into haunted places. “She lives in Seoul, do you have your phone? I can show you on Google Maps.”

She was aware of what Google was, and what a phone was, but all thanks to the newborn vampires, or rookies, as she liked to call them, but she did not come to contact to such frivolities of the human world. Or anything from the human world.

“It's dead” She simply said, and the pair seemed to understand right away.

“To the old way it is then” The other girl said, and then started to explain that you were in Seoul, the direction, how to get there, of course, not saying the obvious part that Joy had to take a train, taking as the old vampire was an old friend of yours that had lived in Seoul.

After all, you hadn't been out of the city long enough to make friends.

And that fact was just hanging above Joy's head like the rock above Tantalus head, threatening to fall in any second. But she wasn't one to be intimidated, so she left after thanking, and biding goodbye. She could easily compel someone to show her the directions to Seoul, as Korea had changed so much in so little.

Last time she had been in the mainland, she traveled on carriages, with horses carrying it, and boats had people to row. Now they all had something inside that carried them. If Chanyeol saw her, he would be probably rolling in the floor laughing. She couldn't let herself fall in the only quest that she had, and she already had the needed information about you, now only had to get there, somehow, some way.

Lucky for her, being a vampire comes with tricks, tricks that she had mastered during the monstrous time he had been a vampire, with the help of those humans who would become her food, only to get rid of that awful guilty feeling of not having a chance at feeding from any other thing, and causing pain to the human.

She make sure to be as far away as she could from the pair that she found out, and walked to a deserted street, where there was only a man who seemed to work at the port.

“Uh, excuse me, Sir.” She said, bowing once the man looked at her.

When she had his complete attention, and he was close to her, she flashed her eyes red, and the man looked at her like his life would end if he didn't.

“I need you to instruct me how to get to Seoul. You must accompany me on my journey until I reach said city.” She compelled him, and the man could only nod before starting to walk away, being followed by the vampire.

Joy then found herself getting into a train station for the first time. Her, who hadn't been in a train in her whole life, wasn't sure if the iron cage would be able to get her to Seoul, or if the cage was actually something else, and the compelling had failed. She was scared, but she asked the man how it worked.

It was then when she learned that humans didn't even know how things worked, not even those who were born in the century where all of that already existed. But he could explain that it was a mode of public transportation, where everyone, not caring about the social status of the one who was sitting next to them.

That led her to think about who she was now in the world. She had been married into the Joseon family, so that mean she was a princess, or she had been. And she came from a rich family, didn't that meant anything now? She was, by law, the princess now, as her husband had been killed right in front of her eyes. Not that she had cared anyway.

But how did she fit in that world? Did she wanted to? No. She didn't wanted to fit in that awful human world, she didn't wanted to have any contact with the human world unless it was seeing you. She hadn't tried to seize the crown after all those years because she didn't have the slightest interest in ruling Korea, or any place that had humans as its residents. She could be a clan leader, that much she would like, but having contact with humans? Just this once, to get rid of whichever spell or trick you put her under, but that was it.

That was why she accepted to sit in one of those communal seats, next to a man that wore common clothes. The man she compelled was not seating, but was standing next to her. Joy didn't cared to ask, neither try to convince the man to sit, as he was just another pawn in the chess game of her life.

The train from Mokpo had been a new experience for Joy. Nothing had moved as fast as it did when she was human, as horses can only run at certain speed. Plus, she got to see how Korea had improved itself to keep up with the world. The large blocks of glass and iron, who she later knew it was used for work, and some other less interesting-looking buildings, where the people with less money lived.

The cars that she saw in the streets, things that she wouldn't even imagined, and the streets, every single one was paved. In her times, there weren't like that.

Everything was new to her, and people sometimes looked strange, like that one who had a furious pink hair, and another who had an iron ball in their face. They didn't dressed like they did four thousands years ago, but that wasn't a new. Even herself was dressing different than how she would've done on her human life. She wasn't used to wear short skirts, no matter how long she had been trying to wear them, and she wasn't even sure of how she felt with shirts that didn't even got to her waist.

Fashion nowadays is like that, Chaeyoung had told her before. Even though Chaeyoung was almost as old as her, she had been a little more into the human world as Joy was. But, she was also more ruthless when it came to them, so the dark haired girl wasn't sure of how much she could count on the younger one.

The train journey had come to an end before the vampire could even make her mind grasp into the whole new world. And even then, when she and her companion got down of the train, she couldn't believe how much the world she knew had changed. Even Seoul had become unrecognizable.

The five grand palaces were nowhere to be seen, and they were supposed to be so magnificent that everyone would turn their heads to watch them. The people walked fast in the pavement, mostly surrounded by buildings so tall that Joy had to look up finding some of them lost in the clouds.

“What happened to my birthplace? Why is Seoul like this?” Joy lamented, still looking how the concrete took upon the most beautiful city she had ever seen.

“This is not Seoul, this is Cheongju. We have to take yet another train to get to Seoul. Mokpo is really far away from the capital. Can I ask why didn't you take a plane? Is faster, and easier.” The man, still under compulsion, asked.

“What is a plane?” Joy looked at him, frowning.

“Don't you know what a plane is?” He asked once again.

“I may know what is the thing, but not by its name” She answered.

“Oh, uh... The iron birds?” He answered unsure, as he didn't knew how to describe it to a completely unaware person.

“Oh! I see them in my backyard! They go really far in the sky!” Joy enthusiastically said, as she found herself always marveled at that particular invention.

“Yeah, those. You could've taken them to Seoul, and it would've been faster.” He divulged, and Joy nodded absentmindedly.

“But I didn't, maybe next time. Now, we have to go, another train is awaiting for us” Joy declared, already walking in some direction she wasn’t sure it was the right one.

“Uh, ma’am, your going in the wrong direction. Let me lead” The man cautioned, waiting for Joy to get back to a safe distance before starting to walk in the opposite direction.

The second ride didn't got joy as excited as the one before, but as the sun slowly started to set, she centered herself into asking as much as the human could answer. Of course, there were things that the man didn't knew profoundly, and it left Joy even more curious.

This time, they got quickly in Seoul, as the ride wasn't too long. Once the vampire got there, she smiled. She was finally going to be able to see you, and discover what had you done to her.

“Quickly, ma'am, we're really close to your destination, I bet you wanna get there as soon as you can” The man said, walking out of the station.

And it was then when she realized how it was already night, and that he must have family that was waiting for him back home, and that probably won't see him until the sun came up, if he was lucky.

“Just inform me how to get there, and I will do so. You probably family to go to.” She compelled him, and the man nodded.

“Just get into one of those yellow cars, and you pay them to get to your destination. Do you have money? Or anything to pay them?” The man asked, still not getting out of the compulsion.

“Yes, I do, I'm okay now, I still have the address, you may go now, I hope you have a safe trip.” She bowed to him, and he then walked away.

Joy walked to a taxi, sighing, and gave him the direction of your home. He didn't spoke, and Joy didn't spoke either, so she was just thinking about what she would do when she got there. Truth is, she had no idea. She threw herself to the idea of getting to you, to get her peaceful mind back, but she had no idea of how to do so. She was simply out of her mind, with her always so calm and collected now reduced to a reckless nothing, She couldn’t believe it, the great Park Sooyoung, the once heiress to an empire, acting like some lowland person.

But, a part of her knew that that one Park Sooyoung had died long time ago, with her humanity. She wasn’t the great Park Sooyoung, she was now Joy, Park Joy, if it pleased the crowd, and those were two different girls, they had to be.

Her predicament was cut short by the driver, who had made the car stop, indicating that she had arrived the destination, and demanding to be paid. Truth be told, Joy had not eaten since the morning, and she had been kind enough to spare the man who traveled with her because he had endured the endless questions from the girl for a long time, but this man didn’t earn her kindness, so he wouldn’t have the same fate as the prior one.

“Actually, I’m going to be the one rewarded”

The night had finally come for you, and with that it meant for you to get back into your apartment to have finally some unhealthy amount of hours of sleep, only to get up and get back into your daily routine. Being an university student does that to people. And you would’ve dozzed off in the couch, or even make a zombie walk to your bed, if it wasn’t for those eyes in the dark. Those red eyes, following your every move since you got inside the house. Those eyes that had been engraved in your mind ever since you saw them for the first time in Jeju.

That thought seemed to get ridden of your sleepy state. That island was too far away for her to be there, it was impossible for her to be there. But as much as you wanted to deny her presence, those red eyes were moving, until slowly but surely started to be part of a face, that face that you were not able to forget since you were there.

“Joy.”

“Well, hello there. I though that I would have to wait for you the whole night”

[slash-me-please]

Slasher's Hurting Their S/O Accidentally P1

Requester said "the boys" so i had to improvise and just kinda do most of em. Sorry that the scream duo doesn't reoccur in this and i hope you enjoy my headcannons 🔪💜

Part 2 will be out soon after

Warnings: Y/N getting stabbed, gender neutral reader, Y/N gets pushed down the stairs, Y/N gets knocked out,

Michael Myers:

You often wonder in he can feel any type of remorse at all, but you proved yourself wrong once. Only once.

Michael was very angry today, for a reason you yourself weren't aware of. You knew to stay out of his way but he was behaving much more recklessly.

You should've considered that when you woke at three am, turning over to cuddle into Michael when you realised the side of his bed was cold. Maybe you should've considered the fact that he could've been out slaughtering some horny teens. But somehow, the thought didn't cross your mind as you hauled yourself out of bed and down the hall to find your lover.

After finally spotting Michael standing stiff in the living room, you walked to him, that being your first mistake. Before you had the chance to touch the man he twisted around, plunging his knife into your shoulder.

At the screech you let out, he immediately realised his wrong-doing and picked you up, speedwalking out the front door and driving you to the hospital.

On the way there, his hand found the way to your thigh, occasionally giving it a squeeze while you drifted in and out of conscious

Brahms Heelshire:

We all know Brahms has anger issues. But you trusted him, you're supposed to trust your significant other right? They're your better half as some say. So they'd never hurt you right?

You put a little too much trust into him. Even after seeing him kill your ex with a shard of glass.

After today, you'd have to reevaluate that decision.

Brahms and you were fighting real bad. Way worse than any other time. So you were tired of hearing the voice he never showed you, the large and dominating roar he'd never use. His strength was not used to protect you today, instead, he'd decided to shatter multiple plates and expensive items around the house.

When you were done with it, you ran off, his loud yelling white noise as you tried to suck in tears.

You ran up the stairs in a desperate attempt to lock yourself in your bedroom and not come out until Brahms was offering you sandwiches.

Unfortunately you were not that lucky, somehow Brahms had made it there before you. He used his size to dwarf you and dominate you in the only way he knew how.

You tried to push past him, in which he responded by grabbing your arm and launching you backwards, eyes widening as he realised what he'd done. Before he could fix his mistake you had tumbled down the stairs. Eyes wide and tears flowing as you gripped your newly broken ankle.

Brahms ran down the stairs, crouching beside you. "I'm so sorry Y/N! Please don't be mad!"

Only had he realised the weight of his mistake when your eyes filled with fear and you flinched away as he tried to touch your shoulder.

Jason Voorhees:

Another victim had managed to overpower Jason once again, now he floated wrapped in chains at the bottom of crystal lake.

Unbeknownst to him, you tried to come to his rescue with a bolt cutter.

You caught Jason off-guard when you swam above him, startling your lover and making him swing his machete up at you.

The large weapon got caught in your arm, and you screamed, him recognizing his mistake immediately. You dropped the bolt cutters and desperately tried to stay afloat the water.

Jason panicked, grabbing the tool and attempting to rip the chains off before you drowned.

Finally, he shook them off and pulled you to his chest, walking out of the lake with you struggling against him to where he laid you on the damp dirt, watching as you regurgitated the water inhaled.

After regaining your senses, your turned to Jason. Frowning when he avoided your gaze.

Thomas Hewitt:

This accident was probably your fault or someone elses. Thomas loves you. He's careful around you. His worst fear is possibly hurting the one person who treated him like a human.

That being said, it was a very hot day. You ran around outside while Thomas lugged various heavy objects around for Charlie.

Finally Luda Mae encouraged you to take a breather. As odd as it sounds. And she told you to keep your boyfriend happy.

For the remainder of the day you lead Thomas around, telling him random facts you had learned whilst staying here. This worked wonders for the whole day until about 10pm. Charlie stomped out of the house, hollering about something.

He called your name, causing you to pause and turn your head. Thomas apparently not expecting you to stop and running into you, causing you to fall to the ground and him to drop his large bundle of firewood onto your head.

You were knocked out on the ground, unable to hear Tommy's roar as he fell to his knees, pulling you up into his arms.

"What're you yellin' about boy??"

Charlie fell silent upon the sight of you, calling out Luda Mae as Thomas frantically tried to look for a sign you were alive, extreme guilt plaguing his senses.

Freddy Krueger:

Everyday Freddy pulled you into an endless dreamland, messing with you until you couldn't stand being around him anymore.

You were determined to get this fried man back, so the next time you were pulled into a nightmare, you'd strike.

He'd been chasing you for quite awhile. And after you were tired beyond belief. Finally you decided to stop, turning around quickly and fling your hands forward and yelling "Boo!"

By instinct, Freddy thrusted his hand forwards and his claws stabbed your soft skin, puncturing your stomach.

He realised his doings quickly, watching as your grabbed the stab wounds and cried out, falling to the floor.

"Freddy!" You cried, your unoccupied hand grabbing onto his sweater sleeve when he crouched to meet you, his hands engulfing your body.

Freddy's part is kinda short but i struggled with his for a day.

[phoebe-lou]

A Forgotten Birthday

Fandom: The Umbrella Academy

Pairing: Number Five x reader

Summary: After saving the world from the apocalypse, Five struggles with living a simple life causing a strain on his relationship.

Word Count: 2009

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5...4...3...2..1! Happy Birthday to me.

Sunlight shone throughout my room, and a gentle breeze drifted through the open windows. Looking over at the clock which now read 6.00am, I allowed a smile to grace over my lips. I had been restless all night and had been sat up worrying about Five like usual. I hoped today would be different, giving both of us one day to take a break from his obsessive apocalyptic nature.

Rolling over on my side, I was shocked to find the other side of the bed empty and Five's early morning 'signature' coffee missing. Letting out a frustrated sigh, I peeled back the duvet and groggily trudged over to the bathroom. After gently splashing some cold water over my face and brushing my teeth, I tossed my crazy-ass hair into a messy bun like a boss, and began the trek to the kitchen.

Expecting to be greeted with breakfast and a fresh cup of coffee, I found non other than a half-naked Klaus passed out on the table, and Five no where in sight. For fucks sake. I rolled my eyes and began making Klaus some breakfast as he'll need some hangover food to soak up all the alcohol. I decided to just throw in some toast and pour a glass of orange juice, as Klaus began waking up and mumbling something about his ass and chocolate pudding?

"Morning sunshine." I said with an amused smile on my face, whilst Klaus began to groan and pulled himself up into a sitting position.

"What rude bitch opened the blinds this morning?" He said after accepting a glass of orange juice I handed him.

"That would have been you, and your amazing Picasso skills last night I'm guessing."

Klaus looked up at the blinds to see that someone had cut them up to make some clothes, since there was underwear shaped holes missing.

"I was wondering what I was wearing, it's definitely not yours or Allison's."

"I think the yellow 'blind' underwear, really complements your eyes." I laughed winking at him, as I took the toast out and began buttering it.

"Danke."

"So what year is it again?" Klaus mumbled as he began munching on the toast I put in front of him.

"You mean the date Klaus?."

"Yeah that."

"It's __________ (insert birthday🥳)."

"Holy shit!" Klaus shot up, knocking his chair over and throwing the toast to the ground. Then sassily marched over to me, where he pulled me into a giant bone crushing hug. Jesus how does he wake up so fast?

"HAPPY BIRTHDAY YOU SEXY MIDGET."

"I'M ONLY 4"10, FIGHT ME BITCH."

"ALSO BEN SAYS HAPPY BIRTHDAY."

"TELL HIM I LOVE HIM."

*Meanwhile Ben just rolls his eyes*

"There is way too much Klaus and Y/N in here, this early in the morning." Diego huffed as he began filling up the kettle, not even bothering to comment on Klaus's attire.

"Good morning to you too Antonio Banderas." Klaus laughed and high-fived me.

"Besides it's only 7.00am." I smiled.

"Whatever."

"Oooo whose got your panties in a twist?."

"Anyway, Happy Birthday Y/N." Diego huffed.

"Awww you remembered, I knew you loved me really." I said forcing Diego into a hug which he eventually gave into. Suddenly another pair of arms wrapped around us. Diego became alarmed and shouted "What is wrong with you?!"

Klaus innocently smiled "I just wanted to be part of the moment."

"What's wrong with who?" Trust monkey boy to enter at this moment.

"I'll take this as my leave." Diego shrugged Klaus's arms off him, then subtly tilted his head at me, towards a card he placed by the microwave. Before marching off, after I gave him a beaming smile and a wave.

"Happy Birthday kid."

"Thanks Luther but you know I'm 28 years older than you."

"And your even more immature than Klaus, and trust me that's saying something."

"Rude. Hey don't agree with him Ben, you're supposed to be on my side." Klaus began to have a one-sided argument with 'Ben.' While I took this as a chance to slip out the kitchen and get ready.

*2 hours later*

Yes I'm high maintenance, and looking this gorgeous takes a while.

I finally finished my outfit my adding my new moon necklace, which was a birthday present from Luther (that was probably picked by Allison).

I sprayed some perfume and let my h/c  hair fall down. Mission was ago. Find Five. Get drunk. Party. Have an awesome birthday. Go back a few steps and whoop Five's ass for no breakfast in bed. Perfect.

I looked through the entire house, where there was no trace of him so decided to head over to Griddy's Doughnuts. As I opened the front door, I walked into Allison and Vanya who immediately wished me a Happy Birthday and began planning a girls night out. Just what I need after putting up with all this shit, Five keeps throwing at me.

*Flashback* - Warning Mild Smut ⚠️

I was lounging across Five's bed pretending to read this boring romance novel, whilst Five was consistently writing long, complicated equations all over his wall. I wasn't expecting this is what he meant when he invited me over to spend sometime together. My patience was wearing thin, as I tried to tell myself that he was just not used to having a life outside of the apocalypse. But I went through it with him, so if I can learn to adapt, he should to.

Sneakily looking over at him, I came up with a plan to draw his attention away. Gently placing the book on the bed, I slowly walked towards him and placed my arms around his neck. It was no shocker that he immediately tensed up and his brows began to frown deeper.

"What do you want Y/N?"

"Not much." I whispered in his ear, as I ghosted my lips over his neck. "Just a little bit of attention."

Five sighed and tried to focus on the equation he was working on, which had now proven difficult as I began to pepper kisses along his jaw.

"Come on, enough."

I ignored him and began to drag my soft kisses down his neck, sucking a little harder until I found his sweet spot. Got you.

"Y/N...." He drifted off, as the pen dropped from his hands.

"Hmm?" I smirked and began grasping at his dark hair.

He finally turned around and smashed our lips together sloppily, as our tongues began fighting for dominance. He obviously won. His hands began to gently slide up the bottom of my top, just resting above my hips as he began to draw circles on my skin. Suddenly blue sparks surrounded us as I found ourselves teleported onto his desk.

He shoved all of his work out the way and began making out with me again. I gradually lifted my arms up, as he began to pull my top off...

"Y/N?"

"Y/N?"

"Y/N?!!"

My eyes fluttered dreamily as I looked over at Five who was frowning at me.

"For gods sake, did you fall asleep?! I wanted some help with these equations as you're the only non-idiotic person I know. Ugh forget it, of course it doesn't matter if there's another apocalypse." He whined sarcastically, and turned back around, continuing his work.

Five's writing came to a stop and as I launched my book at the walk near his head.

"What the hell is wrong with you?!" He shouted, finally exploding with frustration.

"You're an ass." I mumbled. He rolled his eyes and teleported away, probably before he did or said something he'd regret.

I preferred dream Five.

*Flashback over*

Arriving at Griddy's, I locked the car and walked over to the entrance and went inside. Surprise, surprise my 'affectionate' boyfriend was sat with a mug of coffee writing equations on napkins.

"Well, well, well good afternoon handsome." Five looked up irritated and forced a smile.

"What is it?" Was he joking?

"I thought we were going to spend the day together, you said you had something planned last week."

"We'll have to reschedule or something."

"Hahaha very funny grumpy-ass." He didn't look very amused, as he sighed and took a long sip of coffee.

"Can we talk later, I'm kind of in the middle of something?"

Alarms were going off. He had forgotten. Maybe he needed a little more convincing and a few hints.

"Well today is kind of a special day." He looked blankly at me before he gave me a genuine smile.

"Is it national coffee day? Thanks for reminding me gorgeous." He smirked and winked. Was he for fucking real?

"Maybe you should get some cake with that coffee."

"The sweetness ruins the bitter taste I like." You bitter old bugger.

"Isn't there something you're forgetting Five? Some sort of special day, for a special girl."

"Shit. You're right. Meet me at the house in 20 mins." With that he teleported away. Well my work here is done. I'm expecting a decent last minute party though.

After wasting 30 mins shopping, I decided to head back and see what Five had done. As I entered the house it was really quiet, until I reached the living room....

Where Five sat lounging on a sofa drinking margaritas with Dolores.

"WHAT THE HELL IS GOING ON?!!"

"Well when you say about a special day for a special lady, I remembered-d that it's been some years years since we found the lovely-y Dolores." He smirked cheekily at me and offered me a glass.

"Are you drunk?"

"No...."

"......."

"Maybe..."

"......"

"Yes..."

Just at the wrong time everyone came rushing in with party poppers, and balloons shouting 'SURPRISE.' I looked down to the floor with angry tears burning down my cheeks, I couldn't believe him. Everyone could sense the tension in the room, except for Five who still looked completely clueless.

"What's goin-n on? He slurred.

"Check the calendar..." I whispered.

I couldn't stand everyone looking at me with such pity so I went straight to our room, crying myself to sleep early.

*A few hours later*

I woke up to knocking at the door.

"Go away."

Hearing the familiar sound of Five's special jump I buried my face into my pillow.

"Can we talk...?"

"...."

"Please... Y/N."

"...."

"Can we just..."

"WHAT?!" I hissed, ripping the duvet off me to glare at him.

He straight away noticed my red, blotchy face, and long tear lines causing my mascara to run down my face.

"I'm sorry..." With that Five burst into tears. I'd only ever seem him cry twice so I wasn't sure what to do.

"I'm sorry-y... I've j-just been trying-g to be ready f-for something bad to happen-n again, as I know the c-commission wants order-r. We've both been-n to hell and b-back, and I can't imagine-e loosing you. I j-just wanted to keep-p you safe, but I've b-been so wrapped up in d-doing all these possible equations-s, that I've p-pushed you away.... Then I've been-n so preoccupied that I forgot-t your b-birthday..."

"Oh Five." I wrapped my arms around him as he began to sob into my chest. I whispered soothing words as I gently rubbed his back.

"You'll never loose me, and I'm not upset about my birthday that much. I honestly just miss spending time with you, and can't believe you prioritised coffee and a manikin over me you ass!" At this Five chuckled and began to calm down.

"You know I don't say it enough... but I love you Y/N."

"I love you too Five."

"Did you want to have that amazing party you've been telling me about?"

"Actually can we just spend the rest of today cuddling and watch a move?"

"Anything you want love."

"You were totally jealous of Dolores."

"Shut up Five."

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Hope you enjoyed it, let me know what you think 💖☂️

[princess-sengoku]

Secret Santa Fanfic

@hunny-pp This is for your request in Secret Santa for this year. I hope this is great. Merry Christmas to you and Merry Christmas to everyone else. AAAA My first fanfic to be posted on Tumblr :')

Carnival Competition

Rating: K

Modern AU

Summary: Shingen and Kenshin are going to Osaka carnival to see who can win the most games at the carnival.

The carnival's in town as everyone from all over the land of the rising sun go to one of the most underrated festivals in the land; Osaka Carnival. The fun games, great food, and amazing rides that it had was all in good fun for everyone to enjoy. Once Shingen heard for himself that the carnival was going to be in town tomorrow, he just had to call Kenshin to join him for the carnival. He was disappointed that he didn't show up last year, then again they weren't dating at the time. Maybe this year would go in his favor? He and Kenshin could at least compete in the games, kinda like a battlefield? Shingen was in Osaka for a quick vacation and the carnival would be the top of the cake. With that in mind, Shingen picked up the phone and began to text to Kenshin.

Shingen: My stoic dragon "nemesis", are you still awake?

Kenshin was comfortable on his futon at his Castle, just starting to head off to bed and sending a quick prayer to Bishamonten to thank the god of war for allowing him the pleasures of life. There was wine, business, and finally Shingen. Shingen was probably one of the most worthy friend and business partner he could ask for in this life. Although he didn't show much happiness on his stoic face, his actions show that he cares for him, especially when he accepted to be Shingen’s boyfriend. Speaking of Shingen… 'Bing Bing'. Kenshin heard his phone go off. "It is almost time to go to bed… Who's texting me?" He said, visibly annoyed. He picked up his phone and once he saw the message, he softened a little bit. It was Shingen. 

Kenshin: Tiger of Kai, my "nemesis", I was about to go to bed, but I can talk for a bit.

Shingen gave a good-natured chuckle at Kenshin's message sent a couple of minutes later. Of course he forgot that Kenshin would be getting to bed around this time.

Shingen: Sorry about that, I was hoping maybe this year we can go to the carnival together. Think of it as a date.

"A date?" He mouthed to himself. When was the last time they had a date together? It had been a while. They were both taking it slowly so they wouldn't be discovered and to have it at a carnival, that everyone was going to…

Kenshin: Are you sure you want me to go?

Shingen was not giving up on making him go to the carnival. They were always competitive when it came to the games. A lightbulb went off in his head. He can use the games as an excuse for him to go.

Shingen: I bet I can win a lot more games than you. Don't worry I'll give you some prizes :)

Shingen always knew how to push Kenshin's competitiveness button. They both were like strategists in their own businesses but eventually one must come on top eventually. He really now was interested in this carnival but he would conceal his intentions to him.

Kenshin: It is tempting to go to the festival to have a friendly competition. Go have fun. Good night "nemesis"

Shingen shrugged at his message. At least he tried to convince him to go. At the back of his head, he did feel that Kenshin would come here. He just had that hunch.

Shingen: Good night. Don't have a rough night.

As soon as he got Shingen’s message, Kenshin got dressed again, called his limo driver, and took a blanket. He would now begin to surprise Shingen to the festival date. "Shingen, let's see who wins the most games." he thought with confidence. They always liked competitive plays over each other. He just thought of what kind of games would be there to play as the limo left with him inside, going to Osaka, as he drifted to sleep.

~The next morning- 8 AM~

Shingen saw the shining sun glimmer in the curtains as morning came and he was just starting to wake up from the tiger's slumber. This short bald man yawned as he sat up in the bed, slowly getting his act together. It was also very hot today when the festival and vacation was in the summer. He could only imagine what the south had to deal with like the Shimazu in the summer. After 10 minutes of just sitting there, he finally got up to brighten the room. The curtains opened and Shingen shielded his eyes from the brightness a bit. Once it got adjusted, he finally saw a limo in front of the hotel. It had the Uesugi symbol on the side and the limo was white. He could see Kenshin come out the doors. "Hahaha, I knew Kenshin would be here!" Shingen said to himself. He put on a tiger print t-shirt with some khaki shorts and some sandals.

Kenshin walked out of the limo with a nice short sleeved buttoned white shirt with white pants with some nice black loafers. He was casually sleeping the whole ride so he would be well rested for today. Carnivals are mostly energy sucking. The driver let him know he's here so he doesn't have to rest during the day. "Great Bishamonten, please give me strength to have fun today and beat Shingen in a whole bunch of games." He prayed. They both met in the lobby and gave a hug. "Haha, I knew you would come. So are you ready for the carnival?" Shingen asked. Kenshin gave a small smile and nodded. "I am. Looking at the clock means that it had just started." Said Kenshin as he looked at the clock which read 9:00A.M.

Looking out at the carnival laid out before them, it was full of life and high fun energy. Many games, food stands and other attractions can be seen before them. People were walking around them full of laughter and friendly talk. You can't really hear what they had to say because there were so many people and they were loud. Shingen and Kenshin simply walked side by side together holding pinkies looking out at what games they should play.

The first game they saw was kinda strange with a huge log and there were lines in the ground. Musashi was actually the one hosting that game. "Hey you two! Do you want to try the log toss? 1 yen to try it and the rules are clearly read on the sign." He managed to get Shingen and Kenshin's attention. "You want to have a go Kenshin?" Asked Shingen. "Sure" said Kenshin blatantly. 

They both walk up to the wooden sign. It was well made with no chances that anyone can get a splinter and it looked really smooth for writing on as shown in words that are painted on. It says the following: 

Log toss:

'You throw a log as far as you can. This can be played for competition. If you are solo, you win a prize no matter what. If you are against each other, then the winner gets a prize.'

Shingen was known to do some lifting at the gym sometimes, Kenshin watched him while he worked so he knew as well. They've decided to do the competition version. The prizes included stuffed animals, posters and pins. Shingen went first as he went and picked it up by the sides then he spinned around a few times getting ready for the wind up. He threw it up and away pretty far and it landed with a thud and the ground shaked a bit. Musashi ran to where the log went with a measuring tape and a flag. "150 feet-1st person!" Musashi announced. Kenshin smiled at Shingen’s impressive performance. It was as expected for him as was a worthy challenge for Kenshin to try to beat.

"You're next Kenshin." Shingen said as he stood back with a smirk, a smirk that Kenshin loved a lot. "I have practiced a bit in lifting." Kenshin remarked as he picked up the log. He winded up by standing back a bit then using the force that he gathered to launch the log forward as he stepped forward. It flew not as high as Shingen did but it definitely was going far. There was a thud in the distance and Musashi was running fast with the other marker. "Not bad! It's about… 160 feet. The second person wins!" Musashi announced happily as he went to pick out a prize. Kenshin kissed Shingen on the forehead proud of his own victory. "Well done 'nemesis'." Shingen said, congratulating him. Musashi gave Kenshin a big tiger plush. 'It would be perfect for Shingen.' Kenshin thought.

Many hours go by with more prizes, food, the times they went through a funhouse and a haunted house in a succession while holding many little toys, pins, posters, more stuffed animals. It was a lot to carry for a long time, then again they had played lots of games. Games were ring toss, balloon pop, guess what's approximately in the jar, bumper cars, test your strength, and many other games.

It was the last few minutes of the carnival to be open for the day. There was one more game they wanted to try for a magnificent dragon plush. Shingen was immediately reminded of Kenshin when he saw that plush. "Kenshin! Before we go let's try this game!" They both look at the bucket of water with ducks floating right along. The sign read the following:

Lucky Duck:

'You hook a duck on the hook stick provided to you. Get a star duck (which the star is on the bottom) to win any prize you want.'

"This game sounds simple and quick." Kenshin remarked. "You can do this game." Said Kenshin as he gave the game owner 1 yen to play the game.

Shingen concentrated on the pond itself like a fire trying to get hotter by the minute. Any of those ducks could have a star on the bottom and any number of the ducks could have stars. They all looked the same. All he could do would be to guess which one had the star and which ones didn't. He took the hook stick on the ground and just went for it, eyes closed. When he opened them again, he looked underneath the duck and a gold star was at the bottom. He won the game and the dragon. "This is great!" thought Shingen as he got the dragon in his hands.

As Shingen turned he saw Kenshin take the tiger plush out of the mass of prizes they won and handed it out like it was a gift for him. Shingen saw a slight blush on Kenshin's stoic face. "So umm… this is for you 'nemesis'." Kenshin said in a softer voice than usual. Shingen laughed out of kindness a little, knowing that Kenshin wasn't used to the sometimes sweet moments of their relationship. "Thank you 'nemesis'. In return, I will give you this dragon I just won."  Shingen blushed a little bit as he received the tiger and Kenshin received the dragon. They soon divided all of the prizes in between them. Shingen’s vacation would go on and Kenshin would join in for the last week that Shingen had left.

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P.S. as a bonus I give you some headcanons of the pairing on google slides that I made myself. This helped me create the fic lol.

[anaklnky]

𝙞𝙢𝙥𝙤𝙧𝙩𝙖𝙣𝙩 𝙗𝙪𝙨𝙞𝙣𝙚𝙨𝙨 [arthur shelby x reader]

🔗 𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: arthur shelby x fem!reader

📖 𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: y/n is a massive tomboy and often gets picked on by members of the public. she wears mens clothes. but that doesn't put arthur off at all. one day when she enters the garrison and a group of men make comments. arthur steps in,,, but not before someone else does.

📣 𝐚/𝐧: ooo i hope you like dis one ;) link to what y/n is wearing is below.

⚠️ 𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 𝐞𝐭𝐜: violence, alcoholism, smoking, swearing, making out??, homophobic comments, vulgar language... you have been warned.

it was a saturday morning. still looked as dull and deathly as ever in small heath. but i couldn't give a shit. small heath was my home.

i woke up and put on my usual atire; which included a white shirt, a black jumper, black trousers and black leather shoes. to finish off my unique outfit, i included a silver chain around my neck and rolled up both trouser legs at least twice. as so they didn't drag upon the dirty floor.

as i jumped up from off of the floor, i heard the bedroom door creak open.

"mornin' love." it was arthur. my husband of 6 years. "ow' are ya this mornin'?" he asked. in his hand he held a cup of tea. he then placed it on top of my dresser. which had pictures of my late family neatly arranged on it. with the odd bit of jewellery that had been passed down to me. far too blingy for my liking. so i had left them there simply for display. ornamental use.

"i'm good thanks, my love." i replied. arthur swooped down and placed a long, deep kiss in my hair. i smiled at the pressure laid on the crown of my skull.

me and arthur had married a year before war broke out. i was horrified when news struck the family that all three shelby men had signed up. to participate in the unneeded killing spree. i begged and pleaded arthur to stay at small heath, but as i knew, it was too late at the time. he had already signed his life away to the war. and i couldn't do a thing. but the time he spent away in france, didn't change a thing between us. infact, it drew us closer than ever to one another. when he returned home, i knew he would never be the same. i had seen it. with my own eyes. part of me was scared to fucking death. hoping arthur would let me help with the hellish nightmares that would proceed to come knocking on the walls of his memory during the night. but part of me was happy, happy that i would see him again and hold his figure in my embrace. sink into his chest and feel safe. but that was in the past, and the past is behind us.

"any plans for today?" i asked arthur. i walked towards him and placed my hands upon his chest.

"yeah, we gotta head over to the garrison," he replied, placing his hands on my cheeks, making me look up at him. "important bis'ness to look after." he leant down and kissed me. his thick moustache on his top lip felt harsh on my skin. but after 6 years of marriage, i grew used to it and began to love it.

the kiss grew heated. his calloused hands had since left my cheeks and were wrapped around my waist. pulling me even closer into him; my arms had risen to his head and rumaged into his thick hair. although he had an undercut, the hair he had was extremely thick. his kisses had abandoned my lips and trailed down my neck.

"arthur, we got-" he cut me off with a rough kiss to my lips, cutting me off. my hands went down to his cheeks and cupped his face. arthur then pulled me closer into him, if that was even possible. with my hands on his cheeks, i pushed arthur away slightly. earning a groan to fall from his chapped lips. "we got important bis'ness you said."

"yeah, we fucking do." he sighed.

"come on then, less' get going." i strapped my watch on firmly to my right wrist and put my guns in my chest holster. checking both of them beforehand.

"who you planning to kill today love?" arthur chuckled, a cigerette in his mouth. i walked towards him and took it from his mouth, putting it in mine and taking a long drag from it.

"fuckin' no one." i breathed out, blowing the smoke in his face. then putting the cigerette back his hand. i then marched out of our bedroom and down the stairs.

"you lil' minx!" arthur called out. i laughed at his response. i grabbed my black trench coat from the coat hanger and swung it over my shoulders.

"hurry ya' fuckin' arse up mr shelby, or i'll leave with out cha'!" i yell.

"coming mrs shelby!"

with that we both walked out the house and down to the garrison. where an unexpected event would occur...

3rd person

"come on harry, pass me a bottle of whisky." y/n told the bartender. "lemme show you what mrs arthur shelby can really do."

with that she placed the bottle of whisky to her lips and downed the spirit like it was water.

"go on y/n!" john called.

tommy, john and arthur stood around her as she gulped down the last drip of the single malt whiskey. when she finished, she placed the empty bottle on the bar surface.

"fuck me, i feel fuckin' marvelous!" y/n swung towards her husband. wrapping her arms around his waist.

"cause you are fuckin' marvelous." he lowered his voice dangerously deep. arthur then kissed her passionately on the lips.

"alright brother, calm down." tommy laughed, placing a smack to his elders' shoulder.

arthur's lips left y/n's. he looked at tommy under his eyelashes, frowning.

"fuck off tommy." he placed the tumbler of whiskey to his lips and took a swig.

"alright, arthur, he was just playin'!" she placed a soft kiss to his chin. he then slowly relaxed.

but he wouldn't be relaxed for long. that's when trouble grew.

"is that a bloke or a woman? it's hard to tell!" belted a man from the other side of the garrison. a group of men, that surround the individual, laughed alongside him.

the obviously hadn't noticed that y/n was accompanied by the peaky fucking blinders.

"what did he just fuckin' say?" growled arthur quietly. close to y/n's ear. john was about to swagger up to the them and give them a beating they'd never forget... or live through, but y/n grabbed his arm in time.

"you two leave it, cunts like them aren't worth the beating." y/n sighed, pulling john back into the circle and pulling arthur close. making sure he didn't kill the man.

"did you 'ear that? 'ave you gotta a cock or what?" the man didn't stop his horrible profanities. he kept pushing his buttons.

but when you pulled arthur into a deep kiss. he spoke.

"oi! gay boy, wanna come over 'ere and," he grabbed his crotch.

"that's fuckin' it." arthur growled, pushing you behind me.

but y/n pushed him behind her instead.

"y/n-"

she shrugged off her coat and passed it to john.

"sorry love." she reached into arthur's front pocket and pulled out a silver knuckle duster. she pushed it onto her strong hand.

the men started laughing again.

y/n walked up to them, face emotionless.

"what's ya' name ya' git." she asked, pulling a cigerette from her cigerette case. she brought out a lighter and lit it. then placing it back in her pocket.

"the names sands, georgie sands." he replied.

"right georgie, you can either leave this pub." she took a drag from the cigerette. "and never come back." the men all laughed.

"you 'ear that lads, this one gives out orders and threats." he slapped one of his mates shoulders. at this point everyone had cleared a circle in the middle of the garrison and gone quiet. waiting for mrs arthur shelby to give the man what he deserved.

"or, mr sands, get your arse fuckin' kicked." she hissed. taking another drag from her cigerette.

"i like me beer mate, so erm, i think i'll stay 'ere." he laughed.

"that wasn't a fuckin' option." with that y/n flicked the cigerette towards mr sands and launched at him.

y/n swung an punched him square in the face. with the knuckle dusters leaving permanent damage.

"you're fuckin' mad." mr sands whined. y/n reached out onto his collar and dragged him to stand up. as she did so, she pushed him up against the bar. the bloodied knuckle dusters were chucked towards the shelbys, with tommy catching them.

y/n wrapped her fingers around the man's throat and with the free hand, pulled a gun from her chest holster.

she stared madly at the gun, putting on a show. she stared at it, laughing. before putting the gun under mr sands' chin. a few men gasped.

"y/n, careful, you're drunk." tommy had his hand out.

"fuck off tommy, i know what i'm doin'." she sighed. she replaced the gun away from mr sands chin and put it on the bar. tommy backed away.

"harry, whiskey." y/n ordered.

harry rushed to pour the whiskey in a glass, before sliding it towards her.

y/n kept her hand wrapped securely around mr sands throat. she picked up the glass and shot the bitter liquid down her neck.

"ya see mr sands, you've seen the real me. now," she asked. "do you know who i fuckin' am?" she said through gritted teeth.

"no." he wheezed, shaking his head violently.

"i'm y/n fuckin' shelby," she growled. "this ones' wife." she pointed at arthur.

mr sands gulped.

"and if you fuck with me," she glared. "you fuck with 'im." she shook her finger at arthur. "you understand mr sands?"

he nodded again.

"good." she let his throat go. he keeled over and sprouted a coughing fit. mr sands' face had gone bright red due to lack of blood flow. "harry, another."

harry prepared another glass of whiskey and, again, slid it towards y/n. she then slid it towards mr sands.

"there ya go mr sands. we're equal now." she smirked.

"thank you mrs shelby, thank you." he shook.

y/n grinned evily, she walked over to the empty whiskey bottle from earlier. she grabbed it by the neck and wavered it around.

arthur gave her his raised eyebrows. "what ya doin' missus?" he whispered.

"'ang on love."

mr sands had finished with his drink and was now staring at y/n, scared.

"oh and mr sands, by the way, i don't want to suck ya cock."

with that y/n raised the empty bottle and bashed it against his head. mr sands fell to the floor limp. blood pouring from his head. y/n leant down and moved his head to the side, placing her hand below his nose. he was still breathing. alive. she stood back up and retrieved a cigerette from the silver case and lit it again. her bloody hands raised to her lips and brought the cigerette away from them. smearing blood on her face. she then turned to the rest of his group.

"and you, get fuckin' lost!" she pointed at the door. with that the men scuttled out of the garrison.

"fuckin' hell love." arthur laughed, taking the cigerette from y/n's lips and throwing it on the floor. "ya even sexier to me now more than ever. but ya shoulda let me 'andle that." he used his thumb to push the blood away from her lips, before kissing her fully.

he pulled y/n in closer and pushed her against the bar, making sure not to stand on mr sands. not that he cared. his lips locked with hers, kissing her harshly.

"alrigh' you two, thas' enough." tommy said. "arthur, take her home and clean her up, me and the boys will sort this out."

the two pulled away from each other and stood up straight. y/n brushed the blood from her hands onto her trousers. she then took her coay from john and put it on. "thanks john." he smiled and gave her a small nod.

"thanks tommy boy." y/n said, dragging arthur out of the garrison.

with that they left for their home.

"love, next time, lemme and the boys sort it out. as much as it thrills me to see ya like that, lemme sort the fucker out." arthur sighed, holding y/n close to his side.

"arthur, i was fine. but thanks for the worry." she looked up at him.

"i love ya y/n shelby."

"fuck me you've gone soft arthur shelby." y/n giggled. he just gave her a playful look. "i love you too you fuckin' horses arse."

[freesneezes4every1]

Can I request Keith getting sick with this type of galra illness that's similar to a bad cold/sinus infection but worse and makes him sneeze a lot while on and of times his eyes turn into his galra eyes. He feels terrible but Krolia is there to take care of him. This happens post s7 when they make it back to earth. Kosmo is also there to give Keith emotional support and cuddles. Both Kosmo and Krolia makes sure he doesn't try to run off to settle his duties on the garrison (stern mom Krolia).

Oh my god, yes! Of course you can! My first request, I’m so excited!

I have to admit though, that I haven’t even finished season three (I’m still not ready for clone!Shiro and Keith joining the BOM), so there might be mistakes.

Anyway, as requested some bonding time between Krolian and Keith with a hint of broganes (sry, I couldn’t resist) and a lot of sneezing. I hope you enjoy it!

Everything began with a sneeze. 

Keith had felt off all morning. At first, he blamed it on all the stress he’d had recently and not having slept well the night before, but soon enough his throat started to scratch and he felt a headache coming on. 

Nothing of this, however, could stop him from doing his work. There was so much to do; all the meetings and briefings he had to attend, the training of the new pilots, spending bonding time with his lion, practising hand-to-hand combat with Shiro who was still getting used to his new prothesis… by the afternoon, he was pretty sure he was running a temperature and it was showing. 

“Are you good? You don’t look too hot.”, Shiro asked worriedly. Keith looked a little more sweaty and out of breath than he usually would after training and he hadn’t even been going hard on him. 

“Sure. I’m fine.” He was the black Paladin for heaven’s sake! He was needed and couldn’t throw a sickie, right now.

“Maybe you should take it a little easier.” The older boy sighed at the look Keith gave him. “Well, thanks for training with me. When I come back from the recon flight in a few days, I’ll make sure you get a few hours off and we can go on a hoverbike race like in the old days.”

“Sounds great! When do you have to go, anyway?”

“In about half an hour. I should better be going now before Iverson throws a fit. Don’t overdo it!”

They hugged each other goodbye and if Shiro felt him shiver against his chest, he was generous enough not to comment on it.

Keith was sweaty and achy and a shower wouldn’t be the worst thing, right now, but he didn’t have the time for it. He had promised Krolia to meet up with her and Kolivan.Tiredly, he run his hands over his face brushing his nose which set off a tickle. Had his sinuses been prickling like this the whole time?

He quickly made his way to the changing rooms but didn’t get far. He stopped dead in his tracks as he felt a sneeze overcome him. “Hgtshh!”, he stifled. Unfortunately it didn’t stay by just one. It never did. “Hih yishh! Ish! Igshiii! Hihhh ihh itshhh!” He moaned in the aftermath. The itch still hadn’t vanished completely and- what was wrong with his eyes? Had the room been this bright the whole time?

He squeezed his eyes shut, but it was too late. The light caused the prickling sensation in his sinuses to return and before he could get a tissue from his bag, he was overwhelmed again by a sneeze forcing its way out of his nose. “Hrshiii! Hishh! Hih Ishh!” Before he could brace himself, he was set off once again by a soft tissue brushing against his nose. “Itshhh! Hih ih ihhh Tshii! Tshhh!”, he sneezed into it. 

When he was done, he opened his eyes again. This time the room seemed significantly darker and the light didn’t set him off again. He looked up to see Krolia pressing the tissue against his nose and looking down worriedly at him. He blushed becoming aware of the fact he’d basically sneezed into his mother’s hand. He opened his mouth to apologize but the tissue that was still pressed firmly against his nose prevented him from talking. He briefly wondered what his mother was doing here. Had he lost track on time once again?

“Blow!”, Krolia ordered making no move to pull back. 

Keith tried to take the tissue from her but she didn’t seem to get the hint, so he had no other choice but to actually do as he’d been told. His flush deepened when he buried his nose into the Kleenex and emptied it with a gurgling sound. The blowing affected his throat and he went into a forceful coughing fit soon after. 

Krolia pulled back her hand disposing the soaked tissue with a worried expression on her face, before she went back to her son. “You should’ve said you’re sick!”, she scolded. 

“I’m fine. Sorry if I kept you-huhh! and Kolivan wahhh- waiting.”, Keith was barely able to answer already fighting off another annoying tickle. This cold sucked! “I’ll be right hih! there. Ihhh hih igtsh! Itshh!”

She sighed.“Keith, do you think I’m a good mother?”

This question put Keith off. He looked at her with a puzzled expression not understanding how they’d gotten there. “Of course, you’re a good mother! Why-“

“Woulda good mother allow their kid to work while sick?”

He should’ve known that would backfire. “It’s important! I have too much to do to be sick right now! Besides, it’s only a cold, so I’ll be fine.”

“It’s not a cold, Keith. I’m not sure if you’re aware of it, but when you sneezed your eyes turned purple which means the virus is interacting with your alien gens, so you ought to have a galran sickness. I think, it’s probably a sinus paranasalis which is equivalent to the human cold but will be worse for you because your human form is weaker.”

Well, that explained why the room had appeared to be so much brighter all of a sudden. Keith knew he should probably be more worried about the whole sickness and his eyes turning purple thingy, but every thought that wasn’t drowned out by the deep tiredness settling upon him, was dedicated to all the things he still had to get done today. 

Just when he was about to tell her that he couldn’t possibly afford to take the day off, Kosmo appeared out of nowhere (like usually). He looked back and forth between mother and son like he was trying to figure out into which situation he’d beamed himself (Keith’s fever had to be very high) and barked at them. Suddenly, Keith found himself in his bedroom with Krolia grinning triumphantly at him.

“Good boy!”, she praised Kosmo who wagged his tail, then she turned back to Keith who was still staring puzzled at his new surroundings. She stepped closer slipping her hand under his bangs in order to measure his temperature. “You’re burning up, Keith! Off to bed with you! I’ll send a message to Lance to ask him to cover you. The world is not going to stop turning just because you take a day off.”

But what if it did? 

“Besides, you really need the rest. Selfcare is important!”

Well, that was interesting! “Interesting statement from somebody who never took a day off in their whole life! Kolivan has told me everything about that one time you were stabbed 16 times and still volunteered for the next mission two days later.”

Krolia pursed her lips obviously not happy about Kolivan betraying her like this. “Get into bed! Do as I say, not as I do!”

Keith realized that there was no point in keeping up his protest. Besides, he really didn’t ’t feel too hot and if he was honest, the idea of having his Mum to take care of him while he was sick was an experience he was kinda excited for. When he was sick as a child, he had always wondered what it would feel like having somebody stroking back his soaked bangs from his fever hot forehead and tucking a blanket around his shivering frame gently. (Not that he’d ever admit this!) Later, when he’d found Shiro who would’ve been more than willing to take care of him like this, he had gotten hurt and abandoned so often, he simply couldn’t couldn’t accept this kind of platonic intimacy anymore. 

But during the last few months, a lot had changed. 

While Krolia rummaged around in his room for a paper and a pen to write the message to Lance, he quickly changed into his Pyjamas. After she’d sent Kosmo with the short letter to the blue Paladin, she helped Keith under the covers and tucked him in. 

Even if Keith didn’t like to admit it, he actually felt better. The covers were warm and cozy and for the first time in weeks, he was able to actually lay back and relax. Even if not for long. A tell tale tickle in his nose told him, he was about to- “Hgtshhh! Hih yishh! Ishhh!”

Once again, Krolia grabbed a tissue to press it against her son’s twitching nostrils. “Bless you!”

“Hih Ishhii! Ihhh Hishiii! Hishhh! Hgthshh!”, Keith managed to stifle the last sneeze. He didn’t want to embarrass himself even further and the Kleenex was already soaked enough. Apparently, Galrans were not as private about these kind of things but that didn’t mean Keith wasn’t highly aware of soaking his mother’s hand with his snot. 

“I heard stifling is not healthy.”, she scolded. “Do you need to blow your nose?”

Keith wanted to answer, but his breath was caught by another quickly approaching sneeze. He felt the weird thing with his eyes happen again as he launched into another messy fit. “I- hih ihh tshiii! Ishii!”

“I take that as a yes.”, she held a fresh tissue under his nose waiting for Keith to blow.

“I can hold the tissue on my own.”, he reassured her.

“But I want to take care of you!”, she stated like it was the most obvious thing on earth. 

“I know but hih! but it’s not com-hih itshieww! Ishiew! Hih Ishhh! God, this is torture!”

“I’m afraid the sneezing will keep on for the next few days but I’ll ask one of the Blades to get you something that will reduce it. The other Paladins were right, by the way. You do sound like one of these small animals Pidge showed me so many videos of!”

Keith groaned again. “I don’t have a kitten sneeze!”, he protested. 

“The facts say otherwise.”

Keith closed his eyes. The lights were too bright and he wondered if they were still galran or if it was only his headache that had increased. Whatever, he was tired and cosy and if he managed to stop sneezing for a while ready to go to sleep. He snuggled back into the covers willing himself to relax and not think about all the important stuff he was missing. But his nose wouldn’t let him rest for long.  Soon enough, he pinched forward with another sneeze the tickle in his nose never fully abating.

Krolia was ready to catch the oncoming fit once again much to her son’s dismay and humiliation. “Hih hihhh ihh Tshiewww! Hishieww! Hishiiii! Hih Hitshhh!”, she rubbed the Kleenex against his reddening nostril setting his sensitive sinuses off once again. He barely managed to catch his breath when he- “Ashieww! Ashiii! Ashhh! Ishh! Hih hih ihhh Yishhh! Yishh-Ishhh!”

“Oh my!”, Krolia sighed. Impromptu, she stood up from the edge of the bed where she had been sitting and instead climbed onto the bed crawling beneath the covers. 

“What-“

“You know, I’m not good with these… things. I could never be there for you when you were little which I am incredible sorry for, especially thinking about what happened with your Dad, but I want to make up for this now. I don’t know how to do this, but I’m your mother and I will figure something out!”, she stated just as determinedly as if it was about taking out a galra base or defeating Zarkon, almost making Keith laugh. They were definitely related.

She slung her arms around his slightly shivering form, a fresh tissue ready at hand. Keith turned onto his side burying his head into her chest enjoying the warmth of his mother’s embrace. He couldn’t remember when he had been that close to someone for the last time.

“I don’t know how human illnesses work, but without direct blood contact it’s very unlikely I’ll catch this form you, so don’t hesitate to cough and sneeze on me if you have to. I don’t mind.”, she reassured him.

Keith nodded but turned away for the next sneeze anyway. “Yishiii! Hih Ishiii!”

Sighing, Krolia pulled him back against her chest. She opened her mouth to say something when Kosmo reappeared and jumped on top of the bed. Apparently, he sensed Keith’s weakened state because he carefully snuggled up against him resting his head upon the boy’s hip.

“Good boy.”, Keith muttered tiredly patting the space dog’s head.

Krolia smiled at the scene in front of her. She had waited for this so long. Gently, she carded her fingers through the black longish strands enjoying the softness of Keith’s hair against her fingertips. “When you wake up again, we will get a grip on your temperature and I’ll get you some medicine and call Shiro to ask what usually helps you when you’re sick, okay? Until then, you should try to get some rest.”, she ordered gently.

Keith was almost asleep already which explained why he didn’t manage to cover his nose in time when he felt another sneeze approach. “Hitshhh! Hih Ishhh!”, he sneezed tiredly onto his mother’s chest. He sniffled. “Sorry.”

“It’s okay. Don’t worry about it.” 

After he let her help him to blow his nose, he snuggled into her once again. For the moment, his nose had stopped tickling and he was determined to use that possibility to do as his mother had said and actually get some rest. 

“Sleep well!”, she whispered.

“I love you, Mum.”

Her eyes filled with tears at that and she squeezed him tighter. This was the first time he’d called her that! “I love you too.”

Kosmo barked in agreement, but Keith had already fallen asleep in her arms.

[the-firebird69]

Trump is accusing of treachery when in fact he's very treacherous and he is very abysmally evil and we're going after him for his comments. We're all going after him for what he's doing right now here in Port Charlotte I don't have time to explain everything but what he's doing is bothering her son and harassing him is planning on having a stupid happy day of doing it and there are people here who want them dead and they're planning on just killing Trump as he wants to sit here and waste his time bothering our son they want to get him if they don't want him doing that. He's a huge loser he keeps saying it too. They're sending out hunting part is for him they're going after his people and soon they'll be here probably 20 minutes the great day we finally got this to happen. What a spoiled piece of s*** that guy is and he's so lame at what he does he doesn't do anything he's just a rat a humongous rat they've been trying to stop him and they used force and the a****** is causing it and he committed suicide more less than doesn't realize it he used to shut his mouth right now he won't so it shut it for him I'm getting rid of his people cuz he doesn't get that. Of the 1500 areas left there are 500 that remain the rest are on fire or completely disintegrated out of the 20 areas left and 10 were defunct there are five the rest are burned to the ground and the bunkers being pulled now by us. And those 500 areas are under siege they're under heavy siege and the remaining five large areas are under heavy siege and they're getting Intel and looking for Intel before burning it it's time to say it too we should have gotten the Intel. They're very hopeful now they said they know what this guy's doing and the clones and the clones are going to fall if they get the blockade and building ships and weaponry though tons of it huge weapons by the way I required for stone chips and that's what they're doing. He's taking over 90% of the territory lost by Trump and his idiots who follow him and all of territory lost by PGA all those large ones are ours and the five that fell we have those there's five more and they're in the United States is going to fall today and will take them tonight. Recording off the rest of the Midwest and the cities are emptying rapidly people are flying out and they're fighting over the Jets pretty soon they'll be gone because of the infighting so much over Jets and planes.

I had a great time my past few days announcing what's going on and so is our son and daughter can't believe how bad this guy is he sucks so bad some massive massive traitor to his own kind his rented out the Satanist so much that Trump should be publicly executed but they're not going to do that cuz they want to say that he doesn't rat it us out. But people are doing it to him they're shooting him in the street and they're announcing on intercoms and it was stopping him now but they were doing quite a bit and Trump's were yelling stuff and a lot of them were shot early. And Trump is still spewing our son's laughing at him.

We're moving on now we're going to get some work done additional to eliminating Trump. I have huge ships to launch and giant number of them and huge basis to put in in the Giant number of them and we need troops and we need people for jobs you have giant factories coming online producing tons of our sons car idea and daughters car idea and she has the same car they finally agreed on it it's been a long arduous fight there it's longer than this fight with Satanist. But they had to fight it. And now we're going forward with it too there's so many of these cars being built it's not even funny and yeah it's a Briggs & Stratton motor and it's one of the last companies that Trump owns and runs and he's losing it now and we're upgrading the small motor it's a piece of crap still and soon it won't be and it's going to be in tons of products John Deere uses it which is amazing it's going to be finally suitable and the engines are really good compared to what that is and we're going to put out some different motors small motors but different ones. And people can put them on things bicycles and other stuff that they want to motorize it's been a long time coming cuz people are horses asses literally they just suck at everything my son is an idea for it brings and Stratton motor I don't want a bicycle it looks like a scooter you said all you have to do is put it on the chain but your pedals will be going a million miles an hour it says it's not for and I knew it it's for a freewheeling so you can pedal forward with it I can just sit there and use the motor they're very simple inline idea the motor will go an attach on your frame behind the seat it will stick out on the side people try to configuration couldn't get to work and see that he's got several that work in the motor small like the one that the guy from Castle had

Thor Freya

[myxherokacchan]

Hellooo! I just had a thought... What if a reader confesses their feelings to katsuki but he just doesn't return their feelings, then in a villain attack they sacrifice themselves to save him.... Ahh i live for Bakugou angst and i thought you'd write it:))) it can end fluffy or full of tears its up to you

OKAY BUT HOW COULD YOU!?Also I love you & I live for angst so much! mwuahahaha……!! I hope you enjoy~

used the ‘you’ format. Do you guys prefer this or they? Let me know my sweet loves! (*ﾟ∀ﾟ)

Slight spoilers like chapter 70-80? Like mentions of characters and things that happen so there’s a warning? (*´Д`)

NEXT PART HERE ~!

Bakugou, Katsuki 

“Lights! Lights in the distance, we must be close!” You called out tiredly, pointing towards the small flicker of light now more visible as the sun quickly set. Everyone was exhausted and hungry, but no one was giving up, not when everyone was so close to the finish line. But one thing was true, this training camp already sucked! Jumping down from the tall tree you climbed to see where the lodge was at, you landed next to Bakugou who was massaging his forearm with an angry glare on his face. “You okay…? We’re almost there, I can watch your back if you wann—” You attempted to touch him but he smack your hand away and stomped away from you with a loud scoff. You grumbled and followed in the same direction, keeping your distance from the hothead. Bakugou still didn’t want to talk to you after your sudden confession of your feelings for him, he was the one who rejected you, you should be the one ignoring him. You didn’t know what his problem was but you didn’t give up so easily, you liked Bakugou, Katsuki and even if he didn’t feel the same, that wouldn’t stop you from being his friend unless he didn’t want that either.

“I-I like you!” You stuttered out, gripping onto the front of Bakugou’s shirt, your hand managed to grab a hold of him when he slammed you down to the floor during your last sparing match of the first year. Your eyes squeezed shut and you felt your cheeks start to burn hot, your heart even began to pound loudly in your chest; finally you spilled your feelings for this boy. But his lengthy silence made your eyes slowly open back up to stare directly at the confused look on his features before it was replaced with a harsh glare, he replied with a loud snicker before slapping your hand off of him.

“W-What are you stupid!?”

“Huh?”

“I don’t—-! I….. I don’t have time for this stupid crap! I beat Y/N, I win! Next match already!” Bakugou snapped loudly, turning his attention away from you before rushing over to the sidelines to clear the area for the next sparing partners. You blinked a few times, utterly confused at what just happened, lifted yourself off and dusted your clothes. He didn’t say anything but he didn’t seem happy about knowing your feelings…. This was going to be awkward now, great.

Three days at the training camp came and went, the challenges that awaited the class were only more and more tiring, and having to get up before the sun was the worst. Now it was the test of courage! Since you were able to get your grades up last minute with Bakugou’s notebooks, you were able to get out of remedial lessons with Aizawa, thank goodness! You were paired up with Izuku for the test and would be heading into the forest in a few minutes after the last group but that wouldn’t be happening. The villain alliance suddenly appears and everything quickly turns sour, students are screaming, a random wildfire has broken out and what was that smoke! “W-What’s going on!?” you gasped, holding onto Izuku’s shoulder as your eyes dart all around you, so many things happening at once, another ambush!? But it was supposed to be safe! “B-Bakugou!” you cried, knowing he would be perfectly fine but him and Todoroki were the ones who just went inside, amazing or not, you still had feelings for him and didn’t want anything to happen while you just stood around! Without thinking, you ran for it, leaving Izuku screaming after you and a few others but you didn’t listen, you just ran!

You followed the trail as quickly as you could, your guard on high while searching all around yourself in the limited light. You didn’t want to panic but realizing what you had done was making it hard not to, how could you just rush into something like this without backup?! The yelling from more than one person was giving you cold chills, making your body run cold. What the hell is going on! “Bakugou!” You screamed, knowing damn well how stupid that was, but you didn’t see any explosions or hear his voice, you were completely panicking. ‘Toughen up hero!’ You tried to tell yourself but it wasn’t working, and then Mandalay’s voice echoed through your head with the best and worst message of all. Everyone had been permitted to fight but the villains were after Bakugou!

Your knees nearly gave out when you heard this but you kept on, even if your chest was stinging without air and your legs burned, he was in trouble you had to keep going! You ran and ran, running until you were forced to stop, seconds before running straight into the arms of the enemy. Activating your quirk, you were able to block the attack suddenly aimed your way from above, being able maneuver your fingernails the same way this villain used his teeth. While you skid to a halt further away, the villain turned back to the ice wall he was stabbing through, much more focused on that than on you. “Todoroki!?” You screamed, looking around the area closest to them that would allow you to get closer, at least with this boy you would know what happened to the other.

“OI, STALKER WHAT ARE YOU DOING HERE?!” The voice that boomed behind the ice was not Todoroki, the second voice immediately after was but you didn’t listen to what that voice said. You hated that he used that horrific name for you but it didn’t matter, Bakugou was okay! Taking a run for it, legs moving before you could think, you ran for the trees going around to completely avoided the villain and come from a different angle. Running back to where the ice wall was, you saw both of the boys with another on Todoroki’s back behind the ice. Your eyes darted up when a sudden black figure appeared in the air, which was the villain launching his body through the hair by his teeth, the sight was terrifying. He kept his sights on Bakugou of all people and sent a few teeth straight for him, and he wasn’t paying attention, neither of the boys were because they were watching you run for them. As you got closer you could see the flakes of blue patches on Todoroki’s skin, he was using his quirk too much and was slowing down! “B-Bakugou look out!” You screamed as he turned around quickly sensing the incoming danger before the warning,but would he react in time!?  

“W-What the hell!?” The blonde screamed lifting himself up off the floor, he was launched backwards so suddenly he lost his balance. Looking back at where he once was his eyes went wide immediately, Todoroki was able to block out most of the teeth but three of them were able to burst through his ice and slice right through Y/N with ease. One in each arm and through the chest, he knew that no matter where it would be on the body, getting stabbed was never something easy to recover from. His knees gave out seeing your horrified face and the blood coming through your mouth, being held up against Todoroki’s ice before the villain retracted his teeth and you fell to your own knees. Seeing you fall to the floor, crying out in pain and trembling, he realized just how terrified he was in this moment, not because of the villain, but because you could have died right before his eyes. “Y-Y/n..!” He cracked while crawling over to your side, carefully bringing you into his arms when he was close enough, clutching onto you desperately, you weren’t the only one shaking now. “You’re fine… don’t you dare talk right now you goddamn idiot! I still gotta tell you how I feel dammit!”

He pressed his forehead against yours, both of you crying now, so much of your blood was already on his skin. “I-I’m glad you’re okay too…” you replied weakly, holding onto his arm, small worried smiles curving on both of your faces before a group of your other classmates suddenly came crashing through the trees, snapping everyone’s attention. What else could possibly happen?!