#he can only tolerate high fives or fist bumps

[weedplantar]

Everyone always talks about autistic people who hate being touched, but where's the representation for sensory seeking autistics who love hugs and would be cuddling with someone 24/7 if they could????

[serxinns]

Tipsy Trampoline!

Drunk kiribaku x roomie/aka reader

(I know I promise to do other fics but I really wanted to do this)

This was inspired by this fic, yuzuya ofc and Mina's Birthday party these were one of my all-time favorites on Tumblr and youtube back then and I still loved it!

It was Denki's 18th birthday and he decided to rent out the trampoline park for everyone to come and invited all class 1a and class 1b (and Shinsou)

You were getting ready to go wearing your rainbow kidcore clothes (can be a dress or pants whatever!) when you got a notification from one of your friends katsuki to pick you up

💣RagingChihuahua💥: you ready dumbass me and Shitty hair are about to pull up

Roomie✌️: Yep got my gift and everything!

💣RagingChihuahua💥: alright I see you don't im pulling up right now

You saw a car pulling up to your driveway through the window, so you grabbed your gifts and dashed outside, and went inside the car, seeing Kirishima in the backseat as well "Hey roomie how's it been!" Kiri said with a wide smile you smiled back giving him a fist bump and a hug "Amazing excited to finally have a break from schoolwork and hanging around with my buds!" Kiri blushed a bit while smiling "And chihuahua! I haven't seen you in a while how's it been those test aren't stressing you out aren't they?" katsuki grumbled at the stupid nickname you gave him "I told you to not call me that and of course not im punching those test straight in the fucking teeth!"

You giggled at his reaction and Katsuki blushed a bit and cleared his throat "Anyways are you ready did you get everything?" you nodded holding the gift in hand "Alright now the only reason im taking the two of you is because you're the most tolerable so you better not fucking act up in my car or you'll get thrown out in the damn street!!" you and kiri giggled at his emptyish threat "Dont worry man we won't do anything promise! You can trust us" Katsuki glared at the two of you while you and kiri looked "Innocently" at him with the invisible hovering angle wings and halo Katsuki grumbled something and started to engine and off to go to denkis party

Time skip of roomie and kiri making corny ass jokes while bakugo shouting at the both of you to shut the fuck up

The 3 of y'all made it after a 20 excruciating drive (for Bakugo) to the neon trampoline park where Denki, Mina, and Shinsou were waiting at the front the 3 of you got out to meet up with the trio "Hey man! Happy birthday!" kiri said to Denki while giving him a high five and a hug "Thanks! And those gifts look amazing! You can put the gifts at the table right there And can wait at the lobby for everyone else to come! And bakugo?! your giving ME a gift?! How thoughtful~" Denki said with a teasing smile "SHUT UP! I'm only giving you a gift cause it's your birthday that's it" katsuki yelled and rolled his eyes the 5 of you snickered at katsukis outburst which didn't make Katsuki any better so he stomped inside the building while you followed right behind him giving Denki another happy birthday

The 3 of you waited in the lobby with other of your classmates friends talking about how amazing this party gonna be a few minutes later when everyone was here Iida announced the rules of the party no arguing no playfighting blah blah but most importantly no drinking irresponsibly everyone agreed with the rules and off to play y'all went

The 1st thing you did was play dodgeball and it was WAR when it started on your team was you, kiri, Kendo Monoma, Komori, and more while on the other team were Bakugo, teru, Ochako, Jirou, You Shoji, and WWDB (World war dodgeball) began, Soft Foam balls were flying everywhere bakugo, jirou monoma and kendo was sniping everyone on each other while the rest of you were dodging for your LIVES you were using every one of your team members as a human shield to dodge bakugos hits and to survive until it was one on one everyone started cheering for you gulped while bakugo had an evil grin on his face

Bakugo was Throwing balls so hard every time they hit the wall making a loud bang you were screaming playfully and dodging them while Bakugo taunted you about losing already "GIVE UP ROOMIE YOUR CORNERED" you panted tried to dodge the balls but was determined you were gonna win it for the team "NEVER! GIVE ME YOUR BEST SHOT" Bakugo grinned at your words and grabbed a blue foam ball and threw you you dived into the trampoline behind you but your leg got hit with the ball just when bakugo was about to shout for victory the ball bounced hard and hit bakugo in the face

You won

Your team cheered while Bakugo's team died laughing at what they just saw not caring they lost Bakugo yelled out profanities and slowly turned his head to you, you gulped grinning sheepishly and waved, that was the final straw for bakugo, "YOUR DUMBASSES IS GONNA PAY FOR THAT" he ran towards you and kiri while the two of you screamed and dashed off running across the obstacles but this Blonde was hot on your trail so Kiri took your hand and dashed to the ball pit and dived right in there bakugo jumped in along with thev3 of you laughed until y'all realized the position your in

Kiri was on top of Bakugo while you were on top of Kiri the 3 of you blushed "I didn't know the 3 lovebirds were hanging out in the ball pit~" Shinso said grabbing his phone out and taking the picture of the 3 of you, Bakugo screamed at him to delete them while all of you deeply blushing quickly getting off of each other and looking away in embarrassment, "I'm gonna get a drink so I can forget this ever happens" Kiri said still blushing while helping bakugo up "Yea im getting thirsty anyway roomie you coming?" "I'll catch up with the 2 of you in a min im gonna play some arcade games!" "they're so Cute..." Kiri thought staring at the both of you but was quickly snapped out of it when Katsuki dragged him

*timeskip of you battling Momo, tsuyu and mina to see who gets more tickets*

Meanwhile at the bar sat A tipsy Denki, sero and hakagure messing with Bakugo and Kiri "Cmon blasty I know you want to~" "FUCK OFF DUNCE FACE I AINT DOING THE DRINKING COMPETITION" "Aw cmon what are you scared?!" Sero said making chicken noises Katsuki was getting tired of him so he snatched the drink off his hand and grabbed Kiri by the shirt collar "Fine but shitty hair is gonna join me as well to prove your stupid shitty drinking game" "U-Uh..Yea Sure! I'll join right by you bakugo" the 2 men grabbed the beer cans readying themselves hakagure counted them down "3...2...1 DRINK" and the 2 teams drank away grabbing beer cans after beer cans

Time skip cause idk im lazy lol

"I told you I got the most tickets! Kero* "Yeah yea I would've won if it weren't for that Stupid fishing game I would've gotten 10 more tickets to beat you" You tease punching her arm softly while she laughed "Aw Stop it you two we all did great plus you should've seen ochako with those basketball skills they're amazing!" Ochako blushed a bit at Momo's statement "It wasn't that good guys I missed a few shots!" Whined ochako "A few?! Out of the 100 hoops you dunked?! You're a natural you gotta teach me" the 4 of you went to the main lobby and sat on the sofa to chat more you grabbed a soda and sat down relaxing

You were bored so you went to look for your boys you pushed through the crowd of drunk toddlers to locate your two friends you were about to give up until you felt hands grabbing you from behind and pushing you closely to their chest you looked up to see it was kiri drunkenly smiling at you while wobbling a bit trying to steady himself "Roooomieeeee" he said while giggling like a child "how's it going having fu-*Hic* at the party!" you giggled trying not to laugh out loud at his face

"Yep seems like you were too where's bakugo I thought he was with you" Kiri stopped for a moment to think looking like a loading screen that was until a door was slammed open at the entrance

Oh shit it was aizawa

"Now which one of you fucking brats put a drawing of a dick on my car" Everyone including you froze Aizawa's red glowing eyes were glaring at everyone this happened for about a min until Denki slammed down a bottle screaming "SCATTER" Everyone ran in different directions you were grabbing on eljirou looking for an exit and fast until an arm grabbed you and the two of you were dragged quickly out the emergency exit it was katsuki

"Kats?" he stared down at you then at Kiri then continued to drag you into his car "I dive" he slurred struggling to put his keys in the car you grabbed Katsuki and pulled him into the back seat ignoring his angry protests and insults you grabbed his keys and hit the engine and drove out of there

You drove to a star-glazing area to watch the stars for a while looking back seat you saw both Kiri and Katsuki knocked out in the back so you closed the door bringing the keys to yourself, and went to lay on the grass to watch the stars you close your eyes and relaxed not long after you felt 2 bodies laying beside you Katsuki in the middle while Kiri was on his left you were on his right, the 3 we're you were watching stars kiri was drunkenly laughing to himself while Akatsuki stayed focus curious you asked him a question "So Kats what are you gonna do after this" Katsuki stayed silent you assumed he was either ignoring you or passed out so you continued to watch the stars dancing in the Moonlight until an arm wrapped your neck around pulling you closer You blushed "gonna love you two someday...wanna confess" you were flushed at the moment unable to speak words or even comprehend what is going on Kiri was already knocked out but continuesnue

"Don't wanna lose ya so special.." Kiri joined in but in a slurred speech, then katsuki did you never forget it he leaned the both of you closer and kissed Kiri on the cheek 1st then you then he turned his head to you and said "Dont tell him I did that" then passed out peacefully snoring

you were processing what the fuck just happen but looked down to see their peaceful snoring faces you kissed them both on the cheek and whispered "I love you too..." let's say that was the most memorable moment for the 3 of you

Bonus: when your parents got home they saw you Kiri and Bakugo cuddling on your bed and secretly took pictures in the morning

[kaybreezy3000]

Five is your employer and he's not happy with you. As the night unfolds, you have a very unexpected encounter with him...

~Rated somewhere between G and Mature because, like many of my stories, you can easily skip the sexually explicit parts. (see notes)

This story takes place where we left off with season three, but 5 years later. The name is a nod to hints of what might be coming, though I doubt the Netflix writers are going with my little storyline I have created for you.

~This one is sort of gift to all fanfiction readers and writers. May you always keep passwords on our documents and devices, or maybe not... 😂👌

Warnings: Mildly sexual themes in the middle. This does turn sexually explicit in the second half, but you don't need to read that part to enjoy the story and there is a warning when that starts if you aren't into all that stuff.

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'Hargreeves home for wayward boys'

It was the end of the day and the Hargreeves family had all disappeared. You knew they were somewhere privately hashing things out, but as just a lowly intern working on their project, staying for that to happen was not necessary. They would call you later to give their decision and then you’d submit the order.

Speaking of which, your phone rang with a call from your boss and it distracted you as you were collecting your things. Arms full and not realizing you had forgotten something, you used your backend to bump open the large doors of the Umbrella Academy. The doors clicked closed behind you and you walked out into the refreshingly cool evening air. 

Downstairs in the musty kitchen, Allison threw her head back, letting out a tired sigh before saying, “Guys, arguing is getting us nowhere. We need to end this debate. The order needs to be placed today or we won’t have the sign back when the masons are scheduled to be here to install it.”

Viktor set his empty mug on the counter next to a pair of Grace’s discarded rubber dishwashing gloves. “Why don’t we just vote on it?” he proposed, uneasily glancing at Five.

“I say we go with ‘The Hargreeves Home for Wayward Boys,” Diego loudly declared while raising his arm high, to which the rest of the Hargreeves abruptly raised their hands, making it a unanimous vote, if not for Five, sitting forward with his head in his hands and his elbows on the kitchen table as he venomously glared at all of them.

Five locked eyes with Luther. “Really?” he snapped.

His brother nervously smiled. “Ah… Sorry. I changed my mind, buddy.”

“Don’t call me buddy.” Five angrily shook his head. “You changed your mind, huh? Sorry to inform you but clearly this one doesn’t work any better!”

Not getting Five’s belittling joke, Luther looked to Ben who silently rolled his eyes for about the hundredth time in the last hour.

“And you,” Five roared, pointing his finger at him. “You had shown signs of intelligence but now I have my doubts. Maybe if you keep rolling your eyes like that you might find evidence of a brain up there. This name doesn’t even make any sense! We aren’t just admitting boys!”

“Sure it does,” Lila disagreed. “You’re the only one who doesn’t think so but that’s because it’s very hard for children to think clearly when they haven’t had their nap. Should we call Grace to fetch your blankie and to make your bottle so you can go to bed early?”

Five balled his hand into fists under the table. “You should use glue instead of Chapstick. I hear it does wonders for making you more tolerable to be around,” he childishly shot back to which Lila merely laughed at him. “So, this is it…nobody else thinks that name sounds awful?” he hissed at anyone still looking at him.

Getting up with a loud squeal of his wooden chair leg on the cracked linoleum flooring, Klaus patted Five on the upper back, but his brother jerked away from the gesture. “Oh, come on, Five,” he said followed by an airy laugh. “It’s perfect. Even that cute intern upstairs thought so. After we gave her the low down dirty-dirty on our real family history, she’s the one that came up with it.”

Five scowled even more.

“Ahhh,” Diego obliviously sighed. “Things are finally coming together with this project and I’m feeling a Hargreeves style celebration coming on.” He draped his arm around the back of Lila’s chair looking at her, but she was too busy smirking at Five’s increasingly animated display of sour expressions.

“Let’s all go out!” Klaus excitedly added. “I know a great place for karaoke.” Five got up, slinging his suit coat over his shoulder as he started to walk away but Klaus snatched his arm. “Hold it! You’re coming with us.”

Five swifty swatted his hand away, distastefully brushing his brother’s invisible fingerprints from the crisp sleeve of his white dress shirt. “I’d rather shove a pinecone up my ass and let it sit in there until it dissolved than have to be in the presence of all of you for even five more minutes,” he smoothly retorted while flipping up his cuff to check the time.

Klaus’s bright eyes grew wide with glee. “If you are looking for things to shove up your ass, I can think of way more painfully pleasant options. Come on, let me tell you all about it while we decide where we are going to eat.”

Skirting around the table, Five dodged Klaus before he could put an arm around him to drag him in with the rest of the group who were now talking about dinner plans and the epic songs they were going to belt out later.

After breaking away and muttering under his breath that they were all a bunch of idiots, Five slowly wandered up the stairs. With his fists firmly jammed in his pockets and his shoulders inclined forward, his gaze remained empty though his thoughts were anything but.

After making numerous other suggestions, they had all disregarded his concerns, just like they always did. Whether it was trying to help them avoid apocalyptic ends or simply being somewhere at a specific time to save their own asses, he never could win in this family. 

Five cringed as he thought about the name they wanted to use and what it was really referring to.

He was the embodiment of the wayward boy in his family’s less than glorious story. Worst yet, the nod to Homer’s Odyssey, being that it was a narrative Reginald had forced them to remember by heart, was just one of the millions of reasons why, in his head, this was a horrible choice.

That man was an evil incarnate, and Five may have for a time wanted his love and acceptance or even in the very least, his recognition, but he never got them. They’d been used and dumped in a new world without their powers, but at least they had been left with their identities and their childhood home, but those days of bowing to that vile alien parading around as a man were long gone. Five did not want to be associated in any way with Reginald Hargreeves and that title for their new foundation did just that.

“How could they not see that?” he asked himself, trying to work through all this but coming up with nothing other than they were morons. “The last name Hargreeves was already on half the buildings in the city!” he shouted to no one, his voice getting eaten up in the long corridor as his dress shoes stomped along the black and white tiled floor.

As Five watched his siblings raise their hands in favor of the symbolic title, he felt even more set apart from them than he ever had. That feeling wasn’t anything new, and there were many reasons for it, but today, he’d had enough of them not listening to him and he wasn’t about to let this one go until he’d tried one more avenue of attack.

Tromping through the foyer, thinking he’d see you or the lead designer, Five glanced inside the formal dining room but neither of you were there. Looking over the stacks of blueprints on the table, Five spotted your laptop. It was lying among the other items strewn in the large mess but your coat and bag that had been hanging on the back of the chair were gone. Thinking you must have forgotten it and that you had gone for the day, he picked up the streamlined electronic device and carried it with him out of the room.

He’d been dying to lay into you for convincing his family that this asinine idea was the way to go. Sadly, since you weren’t there, that would have to wait and that left him in no better mood, but as he carried your laptop down the hall, he was quickly developing a new plan.

Thinking of you, Five could just see you looking at him like you always did-cautiously but kindly. 

You were always professional and extra nice to him in your interactions, despite him being dismissively rude at times. You’d laugh off his detached behavior and truthfully, he didn’t mind the sound of it, or your sweet smiles, or how your legs looked under your many short skirts and smart little slingback heels. He’d never let himself do more than appreciate the view when you weren’t looking, and he’d thought you were about as harmless as a chipmunk marinated in fertilizer that was walking sideways.

He was wrong on that, and worse yet, he simply didn’t get you and Five did not like when he didn’t understand things.

His lips pulled to the side as he noted your almost unnatural ability to remain persistently positive when working with a bunch of ridiculous assholes. Looking past some of your more appealing qualities, he quickly concluded that you were about as stupid and fake as fake could get.

You had stepped on the wrong man’s toes and this meant war.

With steam practically billowing out his ears over how mad he was at you, Five became absorbed in the thought of pissing some of his own mocking sunshine into your Clever Crisp cereal and he knew just the way to do it and get rid of you.

“Perfect fucking idea my ass,” he said through clenched teeth as his diabolical grin spread.

Five opened Reginald’s old office door and flopped down at the large mahogany desk. Flipping the laptop open, he flexed his fingers, his eyes roaming over the keys as the screen came to life.

They could call the design team and tell them the decision was made, but that didn’t mean he couldn’t do something about it and make it look like you were the one that fucked things up, which as an added bonus that would probably get you fired.

If the very expensive stone signage they were ordering came and didn’t say what his family had wanted it to say, at that point, you’d be in deep shit, and he’d simply look the other way feigning innocence. He’d argue that at that point it was an issue of money and managing their extremely tight budget, so, to be sensible, they should just go with it as is-which would be his title of choice.

To Five, this was a win-win. Nosy intern fired, and no more demeaning name that was a reference to him hanging above the academy’s front door.

It was a simple matter of typing in his idea in the order form, and sitting in front of him was the means to do it. Call or no call, he’d send this in first. The work would get started and it would be too late.

Five was no hacker but over the last few years of being holed up at the Umbrella Academy due to having to live the life of a shut-in teenager again, he’d learned a thing or two about modern tech. With a few clicks, he was into your files.

“Where is it?” he hummed as his eyes ran over the images of little manila folders. There were tons of them and the way you had them labeled was not helping.

Clicking on one that appeared to have image files attached to it had seemed logical since he was looking for a mockup of the graphic design they’d be using going forward for all their letterhead and signage.

“Shit,” Five scoffed as he saw tiny blips of hundreds of your personal photos. These had nothing to do with what he needed and that also meant this computer was not just something you used for work. He was just about to close the file since it was obviously personal in nature but then an image of you when you were slightly younger caught his eye.

Your cheeks were a little bit rounder and your hair a little longer. When he clicked on the next shot and it was one where you were on some kind of vacation and you were wearing a swimsuit, he leaned forward.

He stared at the picture, suddenly intrigued. Opening more pictures, Five realized that same bright smile of yours never faltered in any one of the shots.

It had never crossed his mind that he’d see anything personal while he was digging through your computer, but here it all was and all he had to do was open the files because you foolishly didn’t password protect them.

Driven by curiosity and with nothing else to do for the night, Five dug deeper into your world. He found files with old college assignments which he skimmed over with only moderate interest. Then, clicking on a folder that seemed harmlessly titled, he found himself completely distracted, all at once, totally forgetting what he’d been searching for.

Five scooched even closer to the screen.

The first file he opened was relatively small and he read through it quickly. It was written like some sort of story, or more like part of one. It was about a man that found himself in a version of his body that was much younger looking than he should be. Miraculously he had been through hell and back, and mentally he was much older than he looked, but outwardly he didn’t look any older than his physical age of eighteen. The details of how this all came to be weren’t in this part of her story, but Five immediately recognized the familiarity of the storyline, and he instantly started plowing through the other files in that folder in a sudden need to know what else you’d written.

The files were like snippets of a larger story, not yet fully written or interconnected the way a novel would be, but all of them involved the same two characters, and the scenes were incredibly familiar but also not. Changes to how they actually occurred in real life were subtle enough to make what he was reading fiction, but the similarities were what agitated him and had his defenses on high alert. Even more than that, the male character in your writings was a perfect description of him in all but his name, and the female, though barely described, very much resembled you.

The story laid out that the male character was the infamously lost son of a very wealthy man whose influence held the entire world by the throat. After appearing out of the blue on the doorstep of his family home after years of being missing, this boy chose to keep to himself but that didn’t mean people weren’t aware he was back.

He intentionally carried himself apart from all others, always dressed impeccably, with his dark hair neatly smoothed to one side. He was cold and calculating and always moved with intent, brooding in his mannerisms, but the female in the story also described him as so breathtakingly handsome when he thought no one was looking and he dared to crack a smile.

“She thinks I’m handsome…?” Five breathed as he read on.

The female narrator went on to say, ‘It turned out, that he could storm around the near empty academy all day if he wanted, or even call the president and claim that he was now a 59-year-old man, but sadly that didn’t mean a thing if you had no proof and you looked like a murderously feral kid parading around in your fancy big boy clothes.’

Five’s stomach dropped through the floor. There was no way this wasn’t about him, and you weren't even trying to hide it!

Talking to a character that was said to be one of this tragic figure’s brother’s, the female in the story was told that the boy had no other choice but to abide by laws of normal men unless he wanted to risk the state forcing him into the foster system or worse. All this left him with little choice and a very bad taste in his mouth and he’d been lashing out for years with vengeance about it, ironically acting just like the temperamental teenager he appeared to be..

By the time the woman in the story had come to work for him, years had passed and this character was technically not a kid anymore. Again, because he was too proud to move in with any of his siblings, he’d served his time living behind the walls of the academy his family owned, but those difficult days were no more. It was time to move on, but the female character could see that for all her employer’s outward confidence, the man inside the boy wasn’t sure how to do that.

He still hadn’t found his place in the world. He lived in limbo, completely alone, other than the presence of a robot housekeeper that he called Grace and his siblings still called mom.

He went out but did not act as someone would who was his outward age, yet it wasn’t really his fault because he couldn’t partake in what those his real age did. He dressed like a man on a mission though he had no reason to anymore. Three-piece suits on a teenager and his smug expressions and even more caustically biting words weren’t gaining him any friends on his daily outings or within the tight circle of those he trusted and called family.

The female narrator said, outwardly, he was one thing, but inside, he felt like a joke.

His sharp green eyes spoke of his true age and the trauma of the life he’d lived, but he kept himself in check most of the time, never letting his guard down or letting anyone in for fear that they would see how much he suffered and still does.

Despite his cruelties to even her, the female protagonist said she saw right through him and under all of it was some very special. She said he was worthy of so much more than he was letting himself have.

“What the fuck? What the hell does she mean by special and worthy of more? My life is just fine!” Five fumed.

Five wasn’t just furious about this, he was confused. It didn’t seem like you were trying to actually write a book since none of this it was in any form of order, but he was stumped as to why else you’d be writing such things other than to exploit him somehow and make money by trying to sell some bullshit tell-all story about his fucked-up life.

He shook with fury, his knuckles white as he clenched the wooden armrests on Reginald’s old high back chair.

You had called him out but did so safely from his pretend female’s perspective. 

You said this male’s lack of interest in others was just a way to hide how vulnerable and lonely he truly felt! 

You said that all his arrogance and cocky remarks were nothing more than a sign that he was desperate for love that he’d never been given, and now didn’t know how to reach for.

You said you felt bad for him!

“I don’t need her fucking sympathy!” Five seethed as he angrily clicked on another much longer file in your writing folder.

Right off, he could tell this one was much different than the others he’d read about your daily exchanges in this fictional yet not fictional narrative you’d been writing about him.

It was set in the same work setting, set in the large manor that the deceptively young male lived. The characters were in a richly decorated office, with dark paneled walls and low light filtering in from the setting sun bleeding through the stained-glass windowpanes.  You didn’t need to say this was once this man’s notoriously cruel father’s office for Five to know you were trying to describe the room he was sitting in right now.

The male was sitting in the regal looking chair behind the desk, smug as ever as he stared at the girl. His cool, calculating eyes devoured the entire length of her legs while he slowly but deliberately pushed them apart at the knees, spreading them wide as she submissively sat on the desk in front of him.

Five’s breath hitched as that line and the images described in it played over and over in his head like a naughty ping pong ball.

That saucy passage was Five’s first indication that this story was not like the others and that what he was about to read was not going to be at all like what he’d read so far. 

This had turned into some kind of fictional love affair.

Itching heat started to crawl up Five’s neck once he reached the third paragraph and the first lines of dialogue were laid out with perfect effect.

With this male shamelessly observing that under her skirt, the girl was not wearing any panties, she grinned and playfully purred, “You can have me any way you want…”

From there, the two characters proceeded to take things to a place between them that Five had never considered until it was literally being spelled out for him.

As Five read on, parts of him were waking up that had nothing to do with his anger concerning you. The document he was reading was essentially like taking a very seductive trip inside your mind and maybe even more surprising, seeing something that was inside his. It was a firsthand description of how you really saw him, what you wanted from him, and maybe even more scandalously what you wanted to do to him.

Five was not familiar with this kind of writing and the only way he could describe it was explicit, with the descriptions of what was going on being detailed enough that he read the words with a slightly gapped mouth and a rapidly quickening pulse.

The previous files he’d read had focused on emotional and psychological themes, making the barefaced sexual purpose of this one all that much more of a shock. He had no idea you were attracted to him and found his appearance and flippantly dickish behavior so appealing.

If he’d thought you made no sense before, but now he was beyond baffled by you.

As the scene he read moved past him pleasuring you, on to your character kneeling down on the floor between his legs as he confidently opened his pants and he told you to get to work, Five took in a long, deep breath. He reactively moved his hand over the heat between his legs, his palm pressing down the hard length beginning to make itself known under the tightening stretch of fabric covering him.

In spite of his flawlessly pale skin, Five was typically not the type to blush, but by the time he was done reading your story, he felt like his face was on fire and his body was going to spontaneously combust. Unable to stop himself, Five began to more intently rub the aroused flesh hidden under the wool of his pants.

He started reading the story again, and he was so taken by it all that he didn’t hear you walking down the hall.

“Oh, there it is,” you said as you walked in and saw the back of your laptop sitting in front of the last person you had figured you see with it. To make it more bizarre, you didn’t remember leaving it in there and Five was looking at it with the most intense expression you’d ever seen grace his sharply expressive features.

With worry hitting you with the unforgiving force of a tanker truck, you rushed around the large piece of furniture separating you to see what had captured his attention so fully that he only just now looked up at you, finally registering that you were there.

With his hands flying up from his lap, Five tried to clear the screen.

Seeing the title to your very, very naughty story about him on the autosave line, you shrieked out a plethora of swear words, some which you just made up on the fly. Five was sure to have never heard some of your more imaginative curses prior to that moment, but you were pretty sure their meaning was not lost on him based on how he was backing away from you.

You slammed the laptop closed.  Then you covered your face with your hands and started pacing as you incoherently mumbled.

Through the cracks between your fingers, you could see that Five was clearly stunned by what had just transpired. He looked like his brain had stopped working, which was impressive since he was a proven genius.

Great. You broke the poor man and all it took was literarily getting your fuck on with him!

Then, instead of flipping out, to your surprise, Five said your name. It came out so soft and unsure and nothing like the way he normally spoke to you. It was the first time he’d ever acknowledged that he knew your name. You had thought that to him, you were just another nameless person they’d hired.

Hearing it, you dropped your hands, revealing a face so red that it only made your body’s less than desirable response accelerate even more, and then you got redder.

Not sure what to say, your next words burst from your mouth. “You must think I am a perverted weirdo! I swear I am not… It’s just…a silly hobby. I- I write things to get them out of my head and I always delete them. I wasn’t going to-"

You didn’t know how to explain yourself, so you squeezed your eyes shut rather than take another second of him sitting there, still as a statue, still staring at you in what you could only guess was horror.

If you weren’t sure that Five was gearing up to bite your head off and report you to the police, you’d almost think his own red-faced expression of distress was cute, but that was only if you didn’t know better. Under his boyish charm, there was a very dangerous man that was about to spring to life. That person had no interest or reason to show someone who’d invaded his privacy any mercy.

Trying to save your ass, you sputtered, “I never write stuff like that, it’s just… Shit. This is basically my worst nightmare. I am so sorry.”  You let out a broken sounding moan. You turned around, burying your face in your hands again. “Don’t worry, I am going. I will submit my resignation right away and I will delete that right now.”

Starting to cry, you moved to do just that but Five scared the hell out of you when he snatched your hand away and didn’t let go.

His eyes narrowed and your heart nearly leapt out of your chest. You tried yanking your hand back, but he held fast. “Stop!” he ordered, and you did, sort of. Your entire body trembled as you uselessly pulled, trying to get away. Reeling you back in to face him, Five calmly said, “You better not quit.”

What?

Had you heard him right?

God, he was close. You could feel the heat from his body and the warmth of his breath hitting your lips.

“Please stop crying,” he whispered.

You shook your head.

Undeterred by your inability to speak or to stop your sniffles, Five moved his hand to your waist and his penetrating eyes bore into yours making it impossible to look away. “That little story there…” 

He stopped speaking. Suddenly looking flustered he ran his hand back through his hair, rumpling it in the most adorable way. 

“You haven’t asked me what I thought about your writing?” he taunted, his voice so low and threatening sounding that you weren’t sure why your feet weren’t moving so you could high-tail it out of there.

Your reply came out as anxious sounding as you felt. “I don’t need to ask. I can tell by the way you are looking at me that you think I am nuts, and you hate me.”

Five drew in a deep breath, his eyes floating to the ceiling for a moment before he held your eye again and countered, “Well, if you think that, then you are right about the other things you wrote about me. I am a complete asshole and treat people like shit, but that is not my intent right now, despite my past and what my face says. You were very accurate and astute when it comes to nailing down who I really am, but perhaps when it comes to how I really feel about all this, and you, you shouldn’t be looking at my face.”

Before you could ask him what he meant by that, Five slid his arm around your waist, pulling your hips flush with his, and that forceful maneuver made it very clear what he thought about what you wrote.

Wiping your eyes as your heart raced, you muttered a very unintelligent sounding, “Oh.”

Five’s excruciatingly soft looking lips pulled up on one side, the look of it matching what you only now recognized in the sparking emerald of his shining eyes. There was a menacing level of mischief in him that was all the more strengthened by his burning arousal.

Confidently taking you by the wrist, Five led you back to the desk. Pressing you back against the unforgiving wood surface, directly between him and his chair as he said, “I am sorry I have been so…” His smile widened and you felt like you could melt from the sheer sight of his dimple deepening. “I have been so blind. You are right about everything you said about me.”

Swallowing down the lump in your throat, you tried not to lose it over the way he was looking at you or the feel of his long fingers trailing up your thighs, not stopping until they were hidden just under the hem of your skirt where he let them settle.

Not sure what was happening, you shakily asked, “How much did you read?”

“All of it. Twice,” he blew across your lips as his teasingly hovered so close it was making you dizzy. “You shouldn’t be embarrassed. Your writing is very good,” Five added as he flipped your hair aside and his mouth brushed with featherlight gentleness against your neck, making spiraling fireworks of tingles run up and down your spine.

You shut your eyes, feeling like you were having an outer body experience as Five placed tender but persistently more certain kisses along your throat and the shell of your ear. “You’re not mad?” you quietly asked, lost in his extremely loving touches.

Five’s fingers came up, moving a strand of hair from your forehead before those same fingertips tickled across your cheek then gripped your chin, forcing your face up next to his.

Your droopy eyes reactively flipped open.

“No. I am not mad,” he quietly responded, the comforting green of his eyes all but overtaken with the darkness of his growing lust. “I was mad at first and not just because you like to write stories about me. At first, I was hell bent on ending you for interfering in matters that don’t concern you. Pushing my family to choose such an inadequate name for our foundation was your crime and I was going to make you pay, but I see all that a little differently now. Funny how hearing a little truth done in the right way can make a very old, yet forever young fool see the light,” he finished with a chuckle that sounded so unbelievably charming coming from such a normally serious person.

“You don’t like the name, and you wanted to end me? That’s why you stole my laptop?”

Five laughed again. “Thanks to you, the name might be growing on me.” Ignoring your other questions he somewhat less assuredly said, “Is it true what you said about me… That part you wrote about how in the face of how much I lost, the fact that I never stopped fighting to change things for the better was the most admirable and important quality a person could have?”

“Yes. Of course I meant it.  You’re an example of what it means to be strong and not give up and that’s what these kids need, and that is why I suggested that name after hearing your brother Klaus ramble on for hours about your life and how wonderful you are. You are someone they can look up to and that name seemed like it spoke of the trials yet also many triumphs of your amazing life.” Seeing Five’s face light up and feeling brave, you cautiously added, “From what I hear, we are all lucky you never gave up and aren’t lost anymore. If not for you, there wouldn’t be a world left. We owe our life to you.”

Five looked down at the minimal space between you, his dark lashes fanning his beautifully flushed cheeks.

“That’s not necessarily true, and in many ways, I am still lost,” he admitted. “You were right, I push people away. I lack basic social skills and I have been way too much of an arrogant prick to own that, and for it, I am alone.” His smoldering eyes flipped back up. “But I don’t want that. I want someone that sees me the way you do and isn’t scared of who I really am.”

The slightest tic as his jaw tensed was the only sign that Five wasn’t as sure of himself as he appeared.  

“Are you scared of me?” he provocatively lured, almost as if he were baiting you.

You croaked back a very embarrassing sounding, “No.”

Looking like he loved that, Five excitedly asked, “Good, then will you let me show you how sorry I am for being a dick, and how much I appreciate you making me see all this in a new way? You are right. Nothing sticks it to my old man like making this place in name and purpose into something about giving people less fortunate a second chance. That is not what he’s about and using his name and things he knows are a jab at him is a perfect fuck you.”

That smile of Five’s that could explode a girl’s lady bits came out to play again and with it his hand ran down your back, gripping you by hard on the ass.

“Since you seemed to like the idea of it, and you haven’t kicked me in the balls yet, will you give me a chance to make your fiction come to life?”  he courteously questioned, though none of this conversation had anything to do with any form of normal social decorum.

As his words hit home, Five quirked a dark brow at you, and again, ever so subtly, he let you get a feel of his desire as he trapped your body between his and the desk.

“What I lack in experience, I tend to make up with determination and my ability to quickly learn even the most complex concepts and tasks,” he added hopefully.

Squirming a little, your eyes flit over the contours of Five’s face as you tried to imagine the older man that he really was, but like usual, you could only nail that part of him down in the unnaturally assured way he held himself. Like it had from the first time you laid eyes on him, the paradox that was Five Hargreeves only made you want him more.

“I could let you do that…” you flirtatiously dangled, “as long as you aren’t planning on ending me still. Being all scary like you are is hot and all, but the threats against my life and livelihood are sort of a lady boner kill.”

Letting out another laugh that you could hardly believe you were hearing coming from him, Five nodded. “You aren’t going anywhere, sweetheart. Not until I give us both a happy ending and I don’t mean that kind of ending,” he growled just before his lips crashed against yours and his hand moved behind your neck, locking you to him.

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⚠️This concludes the PG 13 ending option. Go on if you want the explicit ending option.

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Five’s kiss took your breath away. His tongue pushed inside your mouth as he searched for more.

His kiss was perfectly unpracticed, warm and innocent.

The feel of him letting himself go in this way had you securing your legs around his backside, encouraging him to take even more, which he did, urging your bottom up onto the desk where he held you on the edge.

The protrusion of Five’s erect cock jabbed into your abdomen as he thrust himself against you as if he was already fucking you. “Fuck, I fucking want you,” he wetly gasped as he let your mouth go, only to assault your neck and then your collarbone with nips and needy kisses that were sure to leave their mark.

With his sucking and well timed bites, he was hitting all your most sensitive spots, and you knew without asking that he’d learned just what to do to drive you wild from what he’d just read. As your head dropped back and your eyes closed, you couldn’t believe that a story that was never meant for his eyes had accidentally stoked this passion in him and had now come to this.

Feeling his hand moving higher under your skirt, you let out a huffy little moan, followed by a whining sound. With a smile, Five looked up, looking first at your puffy lips and then your glossy eyes as if something had just occurred to him.

As you were trying to figure out why he’d stopped, he leaned into your ear, softly speaking something in another language. “Sei così bella. Voglio conoscere ogni parte di te ed essere tutto ciò che pensi che io sia..”  (You are so beautiful. I want to know every part of you and be all the things you think I am.)

As Five moved along, kissing your jaw, you didn’t even get to ask what he’d said before his fingers were dropping down over your underwear.

“Well, well, well…” he tutted. “You aren’t supposed to be wearing these.” With that, Five remedied that deviation from your story, flipping your legs together and then tugging your panties down so he could stuff them in his back pocket.

His lips brushed yours and you trembled from that as well as the sensation of his fingers coming at you back and forth. They were gliding between your folds as he gauged your reactions to his explorations with a look of devoted persistence that proved he wasn’t kidding when he said he was all about learning the best way to please you. 

Soon Five had you making sounds that were somewhere between pathetic whimpers and pleas for more. Then with no warning, he pushed two fingers inside you, and half mad, your mind spiraled into chaos ad he crooked the digits upwards. He worked them in and out with an intensity that was bordering on too much and your body spasmed around him, your legs at his backside clenching him tighter before going limp as you cried out his name.

Five smiled with satisfaction, pulling back just a little to watch your chest heaving and your body writhe.

“That’s it, honey, only next time I want the entire city to know I am fucking you,” he smugly informed before diving back in to kiss you again, all the while his long fingers never stopped dragging out every last tremor of your release.

Even in your state of bliss you could tell that Five was trying and failing to one-handedly undo his belt. Softly pushing him back, you weren’t sure he was going to relent but when he did, he looked humorously desperate.

“Wait you breathed. You can have me as many times as you want and in any way you want, but first there’s something I’ve been dying to do to you.”

That perked Five’s attention.

You pulled your lip between your teeth for only a moment before you pounced on him, your humiliation from earlier now nothing more than an afterthought as you pushed Five back and down into his chair. His vest buttons were your first target, and you relished the feeling of Five straining as you took control and your hands worked, unpackaging him.

Next, the shiny little buttons on his dress shirt popped open, one-by-one.

Once done, you ran your hands across Five’s exposed upper body, loving how firm and smooth his skin was. The contours of his leanly defined abs made him look like some kind of sex God. The very fine trail of dark hair leading from his belly button down, along with the ‘V’ shaped arrow of his muscle leading into his pants, were a sight to behold on their own but they were also drawing your attention to another intriguing a part of him that you could already tell was plenty more than average sized.

Not one to be outdone, while you were checking him out, Five suddenly reached up and ripped your blouse open, making it your second clothing casualty if you counted your underpants that he’d stolen.

His voice was barely more than a whisper but this time you were pretty sure you knew what the single word he spoke meant.

“Perfetta.” (Perfect.)

As your mouth moved to his, he shot forward to meet you, but Five was still mostly letting you have your way with him as you finished undoing his pants and pulled them open so you could fish him out of the thin cotton restraining him.

“My turn,” you warned before coming back to Five’s awaiting mouth, your kiss muffling his groan as your hand pumped his hard length, testing him and finding him deliciously responsive and dripping with pre-cum.

You saw a tinge of madness in his gaze as your thumb circled, teasing the slit of skin and the ridge surrounding the underside of his tip. Your adoring kisses moved down his neck, cherishing every curve and dip of his flesh as he swallowed down what you could only assume was how much he wanted to move this along.

One more kiss, your tongue tracing along his teeth before you sucked at his bottom lip and another spark of need had him pushing down on the armrests so he could better rock his shaft up into your hand even more than he already was.

Five’s thoughts came out in a rush of disjointed words. “Plea- Please. Oh, fuck yes,” he grunted and gasped. 

His chocolatey brown hair fell in his eyes, but it didn’t matter because they were closed so beautifully in his state of total surrender. 

“I have waited so long to have this,” he groaned as you jerked him harder and faster.

“And you’ve waited long enough,” you whispered against his lips before slipping lower, kissing his jaw and quivering stomach muscles along the way as you moved down between his legs.

As your mouth found him, you could only hope that Five felt truly young and free as he looked. You meant it in your story when you said that he deserved this and so much more.

You took him in, letting him push down your throat until it was too much, but even then you fought to hold your mouth around him, encasing his throbbing cock with hollowed cheeks and the flat of your tongue.

You knew you’d given him some form of peace when he anxiously reached back, tugging at his own hair. A warmth started filling your mouth, not stopping as you swallowed the flood of his seed down. His eyes sprung wide, and his mouth dropped open, a guttural sound flying from his lips as his head fell back helplessly against the upholstered chair.  

You knew right then; you’d never forget that beautiful look on his face or the beautiful sounds he’d made. But more than that, you’d never forget the way Five made you feel when he looked at you.

You weren’t one-hundred percent sure that he had never been with a woman like this, but it had been strongly hinted by his brother that may have been the case. Just the fact that he trusted you to be his first brought a whole new depth to this moment. It was so empowering, it felt like pure energy was running through your veins.

Of all people, Five had chosen you.

Through his soft panting, Five looked all sorts of delirious, slouching in his father’s grand chair, with his clothes askew and his dick in your hand as you gave him a few final licks and proceeded to stretch your jaw and shyly smile up at him. Not about to let the fun end, you crawled up in his lap, letting your legs fall through the armrests at his sides so you were straddling him.

Five’s eyes fluttered open and closed as his hands gripped your hips and he gave you a little bounce on his knees. He smiled so happily and sleepily it made your heart skip a beat. Then he said, “Ready for round two, gorgeous?”

“Are you,” you teased, letting your fingers weave together around the backside of his neck as you leaned back so you could admire him in all his post organism, messy haired glory.

“Not yet, but I will be soon,” Five replied and he clearly meant it too. He was still partially hard, and by the way he had just started rubbing your tits and looked totally enthralled with how they were hardening for him, you were pretty sure that with a little more educational exploration of your body it wouldn’t take him long to be ready to go again.

“Five,” you breathed as he plucked and teased your nipples.

“Hmmm,” he sweetly hummed as his mouth found one, sucking on it with increasing pressure until you squeaked, so he resorted again to softly groping and nipping instead.

“What did you say to me before?” you questioned while still recovering from that.

“I asked you to go on a date with me after we finish this little reenactment of yours,” he replied, his words slow and thick. “I need an older woman like you to show me the way of the world and keep me in line and nothing would make me happier than to take you to dinner tonight and tomorrow night and...”

Oh my God.

Gone was the jerk you’d been walking on pins and needles around, and here was a man pouring out his heart to you though you hardly knew each other. To add to your dismay, you could tell he at least partially was lying. There’s no way Five had said all of that while glammering you with his ability to speak in seductive sounding languages. His arrogant little smirk as he lied only added to his power over you, yet you found that all you wanted was to kiss it right off his pretty lying face.

“Well, is it a plan? Will you go on a date with me?” he pushed, while also pushing his hardening shaft into the hand that you had been using to leisurely stroke him.

You laughed at the absurdity of the situation you’d gotten yourself into. The age differences you were dealing with were complicated to say the least, not to mention that you’d already messed up how normal people went about starting this kind of thing.

Doing your best pouty face, you pretended to be offended. “I am not older than you. Not really”

“No, you are not,” he agreed then frowned too and just like that, you wanted to do anything in your power to make him smile again.

Leaning in, you gave Five the softest, most chaste kiss you could.

“I take that as a yes to both aforementioned questions,” he mumbled, not even breaking your kiss as his arms fastened around you and he started lifting you both out of the chair.

Not stopping, in a matter of seconds, Five had you repositioned on top of the desk with his body lined up between your legs.

With his dick in hand, Five didn’t look at all embarrassed as he jerked himself off as he patiently waited for your answer.

This man had said he wasn’t going to end you but right then you knew he was ruin you for anyone else.

“Yes to both,” you frantically gulped, to which Five instantly started swiping his cockhead across your slicked wet entrance.

 “Ohhh, fuu-ah-auck!” he moaned as he sank forward and your body stretched and clenched around him with each slow dip inside you that he took.

Biting down your own much higher pitched curse, your fingernails went up under his shirt, stripping it and his vest off.

As Five’s entire length disappeared all the way inside you your body folded around him.

You saw stars and Five also looked perfectly shattered by what he must have been feeling and seeing.

Clinging to him, your fingers dug into his back and he carefully began to roll his hips, fucking you deeply at first, only switching to full and more abrupt thrusts the more your body accepted him.    

It was as things were starting to really get moving that Luther walked in.

 “Hey, Five?” he started to question before he saw you and what Five was doing to you and then let out a very startled sounding, “Oh SHIT!”

You were already trying to cover breasts but Five didn’t seem concerned about it at all. With hardly a look up over your shoulder, with his cock still slamming into your cunt as he bucked his strong hips, hitting you just right, he roughly grunted out, “I. Smell. Something. Burning. Arrr-you trying to think again, Luther?”

Five’s larger than life brother was floundering, the heels of his shoes clumsily moving backwards before he ran into the wall.

“I urrr-umm… I felt bad. I mean, we felt bad,” he frantically rambled. “I was coming back to see if you were feeling any better about the naming thing. We can go with your idea if you really want and…and we were hoping you changed your mind about coming out to the karaoke bar with us and…shit. This is awkward!”

Still using your legs for leverage as he fucked you as hard as he could, looking up with a goofy smile you’d never seen him make as he casually blew his hair out of his face, Five spoke as if nothing was amiss at all. “I love the ‘Hargreeves Home for Wayward Boys’ name. It’s perfect, just like my smart lady right here said it was, but really Luther… No shit this is awkward for you! Get the fuck out. Can’t you see that I’m a little busy?”

As your body started to tense and then fall into quaking vibrations of uncoiling heat all compounded by flaming embarrassment, just then, Ben rounded the corner, letting out a cynical sounding laugh as his hand flew over his mouth then came down slapping his leg instead. 

“Come on, big guy. Looks like this isn’t the time for a family chat,” he said, guiding his frozen brother out of the room.

Alone again, you were somewhere between orgasmic bliss and an odd sort of mortification filled with the feeling that nothing really mattered but the man whose head had fallen against your chest as he started to spill inside you while muttering praises that made your heart feel like it might burst.

This was nuts. All of this was. But somehow, it made sense. It was perfect and you couldn’t have written it happening any better.

Somehow, with Five and his crazy family, you knew things would always be unexpected and extraordinary, but you were ready for it. The once broken but not beaten wayward boy was proving he was far from giving up and he didn’t need special powers to make your wildest dreams come true. He just needed to be the person he'd always been.

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[skeleton-mischief]

Powder Serrif

He's not mentally ill! He's just silly!

Headcanons time baby!!! I'd love to hear your guy's thoughts or even headcanons of your own about Swap Sans!!

- He/Him

- Official height is 5'6 because of his boots

- He deals with constantly trying to be positive, optimistic, and cheering others up. He has to make sure his brother doesn't lose HOPE, that others underground don't lose HOPE

- Imposter syndrome is this man's bestie, he always pushes himself so hard because he feels like he hasn't earned it

- Instead of pasta, he makes tacos since he can't figure out how to quite get it right. Otherwise, he's a good cook and often makes things for his brother

- The older brother, he is in the Royal Guard in this AU because he had to in order to keep him and his brother aloft, to provide safety and a home

- Highly perceptive, yet subtle, he picks up body language quicker than others and uses this to his advantage

- He's protective of his brother, because he worries about him. He doesn't know why his brother has started losing HOPE, and Stretch won't talk to him about it

- He does not have good communication with his brother, even if he tries to get his brother to talk to him about what's wrong

- Lieutenant of the Royal Guard, he works under Alphys and usually stands by her side. When she has her duties, she often brings Powder along because he's pretty good with people a little bit better than her

- Extremely patient, brave, idealistic, optimistic, energetic, confident, persistent, charismatic, open minded, empathetic, assertive, trustworthy, and kind

- Terrifying when angry, it's hard to actually get on his nerves. His brother has rarely ever seen him angry, and it's only been during combat

- Likes puns, and sometimes can be worse than Stretch

- He does not have a good relationship with Gaster, but he did at one point when he was younger. But he left, and Powder never knew why. All he knew is that his baby brother and him were now alone, and he could only remember so little of Gaster. He's hurt, and only can remember him when he dreams. If he ever met him he'd be more hostile, since he feels like his father is pushy and going too fast when he reunites with him

- Does not like fighting an opponent who's actually looking to kill, but will fight for his brother and loved ones. He won't jump into fighting, and often can resolve things peacefully

- A dog person, he actually is rather fond of the dog that appears randomly. Though, his brother would disagree

- Does not curse often but will, since he prefers not ro

- Has enhanced stamina and speed, with high metabolism. However as a drawback, he can very rarely get drunk. He out drinks everyone almost except Wine, Razz, and Carmine. They all are evened out

- He often got overlooked when in the same room as Stretch underground. He keeps this insecurity to himself since he doesn't want Stretch to worry and he doesn't fault him

- Had an insane tiff with Razz, who he fought within a first encounter. The two hated each other and if they didn't fight they'd go into screaming matches. He finds Razz as an obnoxious, overbearing jerk who he can't tolerate. However, the two actually later on became close

- He is distant but slightly overprotective of Stretch

- He loves blueberries/blueberry sweets

- A role model for Cash, Coffee, and Rus

- His magic smells of spearmint and his magic tastes like blueberry

- likes handshakes, fist bumps, and high fives

- wouldn't hesitate to drop everything for his friends, they're deeply important to him

- He loves bear hugs all the way

- Can listen to the most deviously sexual songs and not even flinch

- He cries by blubbering and hates to cry in front of others

- Would call his lover Beloved

- Owns a slick, blue motorcycle

- Stretch used to try and read him bedtime stories and he encouraged it while he was growing up. When he finds it again way later, he would ask Stretch to read it to him for old times sake, even if Stretch was slightly embarrassed

- He believes in Astronauts

- He collects sci-fi figurines, spaceships, etc

- he owns a spaceship bed

- he has a box of astronauts food

- has space themed shirts and even used them to adapt a better style above ground

- He owns a telescope and he is the one to prank you in waterfall

- His laugh is Mweh-heh-heh

- instead of liking dino oatmeal I like to think that he likes astronaut cereal

- Gets up stupid early and trains very well, he's great at combat

- Great at fast thinking and uses strategy to win battles when his opponent is too emotionally reactive. He becomes less emotionally attached during battles

- Extremely touch oriented, he can't stand just sitting down to do nothing

- A workaholic, he was always active underground. Now, when he reaches above the surface, he can't stop himself from trying to handle a lot.

- Don't even think about belittling yourself in front of him, he'll praise you and instantly make you listen by taking initiative

- He dislikes being useless

- Knows sign language pretty well, he taught Stretch

- There's a reason no one catches him sleeping, he's always on his guard around others

- Takes on a more "motherly" role when the other Sanses are around, and that includes scaring them away when it's time for him to clean around the house

- He can control his magic wonderfully, he is just like Cyperus in that department

- He doesn't believe that someone is truly evil, but that doesn't mean that there are people that he'd pummel

- Self reflective, you rarely see him being this way unless you somehow catch him smoking. Good luck with that though

- He was quite lonely until he fell into UT'a world

- He can be brutally honest, to the point that you'll hear something you don't want to hear. However, he tries to avoid doing this

- Adores Napstablook as his celebrity crush

- Serves under Toriel, and the two have a rather peculiar dynamic. He's her friend, and he wishes that he could do more to show that she's not an awful Queen or mother

Closing Notes:

I need him I need him I need him I stg bro I could make him feel better I could be his wife his husband whatever he needs bro

[sparescribbles]

asking all my discord friends/moots this. What do you think the TMC cast's opinions are on physical touch? (this can be AU or canon)

ohghg uhh lets see... Mark: The kind of guy to only really accept touch from his friends/ people close to him. Anyone else is just weird/creepy to him.

Cesar: Will absolutely throw himself across anyone who allows it. He will put his arm across your shoulders just because. He will body slam you (affectionate) this guy is such a fan of touch.

Alt!Cesar: Tries to mimic the same behaviors as Cesar but the touch just feels inherently wrong. He's too cold and the contact is either wayyy too long or short. 0/10

Dave: Gives the best hugs but only if asked/ offers if someone looks sad. To be honest though he's only touchy in the sense that he'll put his hand on your shoulder to let you know he's proud of you.

Thatcher: Accepts touch only in times of ceremony (hand shaking, hugging, etc) and in times of crisis (mostly to comfort someone else).

Jonah: He will hug strangers, he will hug friends, the kind of guy that even if there is no reason to, he will embrace the nearest person. Any other form of contact is irrelevant. This man will glomp you.

Adam: Touch tolerant on good days touch repulsed on bad days. If he was held at knife point to choose his favorite kind of contact, he would probably say high fives or fist bumps. (or asked to be stabbed instead LMAO)

Evelin: She loves physical contact so very much but her favorite types of contact would have to be hand holding and doing funny little shoulder bumps with people.

Sarah: Touch tolerant, she neither seeks it out nor rejects it when offered. When she's especially stressed or sad she hates being touched in any capacity. she will bite you.

Alt!Gabriel: ...? idk they probably don't care much for it.

Any of the other Alts: try to mimic what their counterparts do but in a very uncanny way. as they were probably designed to.

[xyfanficarchive]

Truant

Pairing: no pairing, Henry Creel/Peter Ballard/001 (Stranger Things)

Warnings: child abuse, physical violence, bullying, verbal abuse, emotional manipulation

Summary: (Autistic Henry Creel) At the end of a bad day, Henry decides to skip gym class. Or, my attempt to give a little more context to poor Henry's childhood.

Word Count: 3861

Author’s Note: !!! PLS be aware, I have not watched vol 2 yet, I started this June 30 and am posting it at work where i can post but not watch it, NO SPOILERS !!! hope you enjoy and also sorry for the pain. this is in the x reader tag bc im mostly a reader insert writer and also it kind of ties in to the other thing im working on soooooo

1959

Henry Creel fidgeted nervously with his hands as he stared down at the sheet of paper in front of him. The room was quiet but for the tick, tick, ticking of the clock on the wall and the sound of pencils furiously writing, trying to finish today’s math test before the bell rang and cut them all off. He was already done his own ten minutes prior, had already re-checked his answers only to pass the time and was now just anxiously awaiting period change.

Only one more class until he could finally leave for the day. In all years prior, this would at least be somewhat of a relief, but since 12-year-old Henry started seventh grade at Hawkins Middle School, he had phys ed last period, and after only a month he was already growing tired of the schedule, every day a slow build up culminating in forty-five minutes of pure, personalized hell. What’s worse, they were going to be outside in the field today, and even at the very beginning of September the afternoon sun was still scorching in flat Indiana.

Henry jumped in his seat when the bell finally rang, wincing in pain as it hurt his ears, the high frequency screaming through his skull - in math, he was sat front and centre, ostensibly the closest student to the horrible metal dome stationed above the blackboard, and this certainly never helped his transition into P.E. He rushed up to the teacher’s desk, book bag and test in hand, dropped the sheet off in front of him, and quickly left out the door. He was trying to race the crowd, make it to his locker, pick up his gym clothes and make it out of the halls before the entire rest of the student body filed out and overwhelmed him. This was something he had not expected about moving up from elementary to middle school; class time was broken up by short periods of pure adolescent chaos - endless raucous chatter, bumping up against anyone and everyone as he was forced to wade slowly through the crowds of hot, sweaty children in the summer heat, clouds of body odour smell assaulting his senses. 

He was entirely unprepared for it the first time. He remembered it only in bits and pieces, losing control of himself, screaming and running, running away, but there was nowhere to go, and children were gawking and laughing, and when he finally came to again he was curled up tightly in some dark, musty janitor’s closet, thump, thump, thumping as hard as he could on his own head with closed fists.

Now, knowing it was coming, and that it would come whether he wanted it to or not, he could at least prepare for and tolerate it long enough to get to his next class. He kept his head down as he went, and kids flooded out of the classrooms all around him.

“Hey, Creel! Having a good day today?” Someone calls out ahead of him, and Henry’s heart jumps. He spares a half second glance up ahead of him, and a feeling of dread starts up in his belly, because approaching him fast are Rob and Alexander - the first two human nightmares the town of Hawkins would throw at him over his time here. The Creels had arrived in time for Henry to spend the tail end of sixth grade at Hawkins Elementary, and it was there he had first crossed paths with the pair of friends. It hadn’t taken them long to decide he was going to be their victim, and had thus begun tormenting him months ago. To top it all off, they were in the same P.E. period as he was.

“Ready for gym today, Henry?” Alex sneered, taking him roughly by the shoulders and spinning him around, as they began leading him in the direction they were going - away from his own locker. Rob slung his arm casually over Henry’s shoulders, mock-friendly gesture, and leaned his weight in on the boy’s smaller frame.

“I- I-” Henry faltered, his brain locking up. The touch, the weight of the two bullies hanging off of him blistered, crackled like static on his skin, and they were pulling him so fast he was nearly tripping over his own feet.

“Coach Simmons says we’re starting soccer today! So what position are you gonna play, huh, Henry?” Rob laughed, leaning in too close to Henry’s face. He had bad breath from lunch. “Goalie? Defense? Forward? You gonna score all the goals in forward today?” He jeered.

“N-no… I-I’m no good at sports…” Henry managed after struggling with the question for a second, and cringes immediately knowing it was the complete wrong thing to say. Was there a possible right thing to say? Rob and Alex shared a look, breaking out into laughter, before Alex wrenched his book bag from around his shoulder, Rob restraining him. Henry watched in abject shock, not even a moment to react, as he dumped its entire contents onto the crowded hallway floor, shaking out the last stray papers and pencils, before throwing it unceremoniously on top of the pile of mess. Not a second later, Henry found himself tumbling to the floor when Rob all but threw him to the ground, and he rolled into some girl’s legs, making her stumble forward.

“Hey, watch what you’re doing!” She whipped around. “EWW!!! Were you looking up my skirt, you freak?!” The girl exclaimed, seeing Henry on the floor at her feet. Now there was an audience, snickering amongst themselves as they turned to watch his misery. Pain was beginning to bloom on his bare knees and elbows. He crawled back over to his books, contents scattered across the floor as people walked through them without any care, and tried desperately to collect it all and shove it back in so he could make his escape.

Rob bent down, leaned over into Henry’s face, far, far too close yet again, still laughing, the proximity forcing their eyes to meet in searing contact. “Guess you’ll just have to be target practice then, freak .” He flicked Henry on his forehead, between the eyes, and then backed away. All he could do was watch as they all but stepped over him and walked away, laughing together and leaving him in the dust.

The humiliation quickly faded away to a burning, murderous, violent rage. He knelt on the floor over his things, shaking with seething fury as he balled up his fists, staring down, down, focusing on the pile in front of him, because he was certain if he looked up he would fucking strangle the first person he saw laughing at him to death right here in the school hallway. The lights flickered overhead.

And he snapped out of it. He looked up and around, and found he was now in a silent, empty hall. Everyone had gone on to their final period classes already. He looked down at his lap and saw little wet droplets soaked into his khaki shorts, and wiped his eyes quick with the back of his wrist, embarrassed and angry. Then, he shoved his things haphazardly into his bag and got up, shakily, and continued back to his locker.

This was only the latest in a long chain of events that made today a truly awful day for Henry. First, he was wracked with nightmares the whole night before. That caused him to wake up late, and his mother had forgotten how much he disliked the texture of scrambled eggs at breakfast. Then, because he missed the school bus, his father yelled at him the whole drive to school. Then, he was scolded for daydreaming and not paying attention in front of his entire History class by a teacher who had obviously already decided she hated him. Then, he got back a D on his English test, that he was certain he should have passed.

The very last thing he wanted to do now was meet up with Rob and Alex and every other 12-year-old meathead in his gym class to play soccer in the deadly heat.

He arrived at his locker, and turned the dial back and forth to each successive number in the code, and then yanked it open, staring down at the bag sitting at the bottom, white t-shirt and gym shorts inside. Then he looked up to his right, at the double-door exit stood about fifteen feet away, sunlight shining in through the windows. He looked around, scanning his surroundings. Nobody in sight.

Maybe he didn’t have to. He shut the door to his locker, then walked right out of the school, and down the street. Easy as that.

He went to the library first, just to aimlessly wander the stacks and enjoy the quiet, but he didn’t find anything to read. All he cared to read about lately was spiders, and he had already checked out and read through every book on spiders and arachnids that the library had at least twice since getting here, so he left after half an hour. He didn’t want to browse the shops in town, and mostly he just wanted to avoid people as much as possible, so he wandered, and eventually found himself in a field near the edge of town, and laid down under a tree to watch the clouds pass overhead. They never seemed to look as good as they did back home. There, he noticed the scrapes on his knees and elbows that had bled a little and dried as he had walked through town. He passed the hours trying not to think too much, while also trying not to fall too deep into boredom, and thoroughly avoiding having to go back to his house. But it was inevitable. And when the sun started shifting into a lower angle in the sky, shadows lengthening and deepening on the ground, and the mosquitoes started to come out and bite, Henry got up and made his way back, listlessly dragging his feet the whole way.

It wasn’t too far, and was probably only a quarter past six by the time he approached the house. The family car was absent from the driveway, so his father and sister were still probably out on their planned daddy-daughter outing. He went up quietly to the door with the stained glass rose, and ever so carefully and slowly turned the doorknob, inching the door open just wide enough for him to slip through. He stood with bated breath as he shut the door behind him, scanning and listening through the house. He could smell dinner in the oven, so his mother was probably in the kitchen. All he had now was a short distance to the stairs, then to slip unnoticed up the stairs to his room - he tiptoed across the foyer, crept up the stairs, one, two, three, skipped the squeaky fourth, up and up, and he was almost to the top when - 

“HENRY CREEL! Don’t think you can just escape up to your room!” His mother shouted from the bottom of the staircase, and the boy startled, nearly losing his footing and falling all the way back down. “You are going to come right back down here and we are going to have a talk about the very disappointing phone call I received from the school today.” He spun around on the stair and looked down at his stern-faced mother as she beckoned him over aggressively. He paused, only for a split second, wanting to bolt up the remainder of the steps, before he recognized it would be no use and came back down, ears and face hot and red, to face her. His insides twisted painfully in fearful anticipation as she led him to the living room and sat him down in the center of the couch.

He was going to be scolded yet again. She never seemed to be happy with him about anything. She would sit him down and pace back and forth in front of him, complaining the whole time about something or other that he had done, or not done, or done completely wrong, pointing her finger and talking herself in circles, trying to verbally pound him into the shape of the perfect son she wanted so badly.

“Skipping class! I cannot believe this! To think this is the son I’ve raised!” She thrusted an accusatory hand in his direction, her other arm tucked tight against her body, gripping the belt of the apron tied around her waist that shielded her baby pink dress worn underneath. “Do you think this is acceptable?!” She suddenly crossed the room, getting so close in his space that he recoiled back, just slightly, trying not to make it too obvious that his limbs were trembling. His gaze was firmly locked on the floor at his feet.

“I- I just-”

“NO EXCUSES, do you hear me? Look at me when I’m speaking to you. Do you think this is acceptable behaviour in this household??” She took him by the chin and forced him to meet her gaze, and she was so very angry, it burned behind her eyes and hurt like touching a live wire to his brain, and he sat paralyzed, though he knew he had to formulate a good answer fast, and he fought desperately against the grinding halt inside his head, but -

He screwed his eyes shut tight, letting out a strangled cry of frustration. “I just hate gym class!! They all just throw things at me, just to hit me on purpose, and I can never get away in time!!” To say Henry was athletic would be a lie. He was not overtly clumsy, but he wasn’t particularly strong and lacked in that kind of body coordination.

“And you think that simply hating gym class is an acceptable reason to skip out whenever you please? Sometimes, people are going to throw things at you in gym, and you are going to have to learn how to dodge them! That’s just a part of it!” She had stepped back, throwing her arms outwards. “And you know,” she wrapped her arms tight again, white knuckling the fabric before she lifted her hand, pointing and jabbing her finger at him, “we are so very new in this town, Henry, that our reputation here is extremely fragile. Do you think they don’t talk? About how you don’t talk? To anyone. The teachers, your fellow students, your neighbors, nothing, no one, not unless you absolutely must, and then you look at them with such disdain in your eyes? Now imagine what they’ll think when they find out you’re a delinquent, a truant!”

His mother was always so concerned about reputation. Henry didn’t care, he didn’t care, there was nobody of note, nobody worth paying attention to, nobody worth the precious energy of talking to, or faking being nice to, because Hawkins was just another stupid town full of stupid people living pointless lives, sending him careening towards the same eighty-year banal inconsequential existence ending in a meaningless death that they all were. Happily they all went towards it, because it was just the way things are . From the tiny town in which they originated, to the more developed Hawkins, to the giant metropolises that Henry had never seen, it was all the same. But at the very least his tiny town was surrounded by the nature he loved so dearly, that gave him peace. He was angry, so angry that they had forced him to leave his home, and every word his mother spoke acting like he was an idiot for keeping himself separated only stoked the fire inside him.

“It’s because I hate them,” he whispered, still looking down, fists neatly placed on his lap.

“What did you say…?”

“I hate them. I hate everyone here! I hate this stupid town!! I hate that you brought me here!!!” Henry exploded, ejecting himself from the couch and circling to face her. “You think that moving here is going to fix me but you’ve just made everything worse!! I HATE being here! I hate the school, I hate the people, I hate the teachers, and the bullies, and I hate this stupid house! I HATE that you keep trying to fix me!!! I HATE my life, and I HATE!!! YOU!!!” The power in the room had surged, and the lights had slowly crept up in luminosity, humming and buzzing with intensity, until at once, at the apex of his emotion, the faulty lightbulb across the room shattered with a loud pop, and a clattering of glass shards to the floor.

There was a beat of stunned silence, Henry gasping and heaving, face cast in shadow, before his mother stormed across the floor. In that instant, she was someone different, raw and primal fury twisting and warping her face in such a terrifying way he could have never imagined as she descended upon him, reeling her arm back, and flat-palm smacking him across the face with such force he crumpled to the floor where he stood. 

Henry is dazzled, one moment standing after his outburst and on the floor the next, and his cheek doesn’t hurt right away, but when it does begin to sting like hellfire he barely has time to react to it before his mother takes him roughly by the arm and begins to drag him out of the room.

“ You ungrateful little brat, ” she seethed through her teeth, “we FEED you, CLOTHE you, pool everything together to move here and HOUSE you in this BEAUTIFUL house,” she dragged him through the foyer and up the stairs, not quite noticing that Henry wasn’t exactly getting his footing, and knocking his knees and shins all the way up. Her perfectly manicured fingernails were digging excruciating holes in his still slender arms that were sure to bruise, and he cried out for her to stop to no avail. “And you would dare to disrespect our home like that! You would DARE to disrespect ME like that! After EVERYTHING I’ve done! I cook, I clean, I CARRIED you for nine months!” She dragged him down the hall towards his room, and cast open the door so hard it slammed against the wall and left a dent in the plaster there, before she shoved him in, sending him plummeting down to the hardwood floor.

“I AM YOUR MOTHER, do you understand me?!” She bellowed, as he shrank away, cowering under her silhouette in the rectangle of light shining in through his doorway. “And YOU are going to sit in here and think about what you have done until you can PROVE to me that you’re ready to start showing some respect. You are grounded .” She spat, and slammed the door in front of him.

“And you’re not eating dinner tonight, either,” she muttered through the door, and Henry panicked hearing the key jingle in her pocket, as she drew it out.

“NO! No, please! Wait!” He scuttled across the floor on hands and knees, reaching up to cling to the doorknob, but it was too late, and it locked shut with a heavy clunk. “WAIT!!” He pounded on the door, but his mother’s footsteps only grew more faint as she left down the hall, down the stairs.

Weak, he slumped against the doorframe, shaky hand reaching up to brush the tender, red skin on his cheek, that lit up with pain at the gentle touch. His mother had never hit him before, ever. He had of course been disciplined by his father before, and he was familiar with his mother’s endless tirades, but she had never laid a hand on him once until today, he bared his heart out, his whole pain to her, and she slapped him so hard he dropped . He recognized, faintly, that he should probably feel like crying, but he was mostly gripped by an icy numbness around his heart.

I hate you, I hate you, I hate you.

He curled up on the floor in front of the door and laid there frozen, unmoving, unthinking for some hours before he sluggishly sat up. It was fully dark, and there was some moonlight shining in through the window. Body aching from the hard surface, tired, and with hunger gnawing at his stomach, he dragged himself up and to his bed. From the clock on his bedside table, it was just past midnight.

I hate you, I hate you, I hate you.

He laid down under the covers and stared lifelessly at the ceiling, absent as he tried to drift off, but there was a sound of slippered feet creeping down the hall, closer and closer, until it stopped right outside, waiting with bated breath for a moment before it slipped the key in the lock, turning it as slow and quiet as possible, and Henry quickly shut his eyes and pretended to sleep.

The person approached the side of his bed, inch by inch, and knelt down, and he could smell his mother’s hair products before he even opened his eyes.

“I know you’re pretending,” she whispered, and Henry let up the ruse, staring blankly at his mother’s face, she was clad in her nightgown, hair up in rollers for the night, wracked with guilt as she looked down at her son.

I hate you, I hate you, I hate you.

“Oh, Henry, my sweet Henry,” she sighed, and timidly reached out to stroke his uninjured cheek. Henry only tensed, not saying anything. “I never meant to hurt you like that…” Her voice wavered, throat getting stuck up with the cry she was suppressing. “I know you couldn’t possibly have meant those awful things…” Henry willed his face not to twist up in disgust. There she went again, making assumptions about his inner life, pretending he was an empty headed little doll to fill up with whatever she needed, when she needed, the broken little deviant who was up to no good when she wanted to vent her frustrations, the sweet little angel boy when she needed a comfort. “I love you, you know that? I will always love you.” Her words, spilling out, felt like a slime on him, it was desperately uncomfortable, and he went even more rigid when she wrapped her arm around him.

I hate you, I hate you, I hate you.

“Tell me you love me, Henry. Say it, sweetie,” she pleaded, looking into his eyes.

I HATE YOU!!! I HATE YOU!!! I HATE YOU!!!

“I love you, mom.” It came out monotone, he couldn’t make himself sound like he meant it, but he knew it would make her leave. She leaned back, he couldn’t really understand the expression on her face, but she was searching him for something. Then, her face softened a fraction, and she leaned back in to plant a kiss on his forehead, before wordlessly standing up and leaving the room. Henry hears the door lock behind her. Still grounded.

He turned over on his side to face the wall, too exhausted to be angry, and drifted off to sleep.

[tinyyoungblood]

hi!! adore your work love. could you maybe do smth where stark!reader has to get her wisdom teeth out but HATES the dentist so she brings her boyf peter and her dad w her?? and then when they get home the avengers are all waiting with like comical amounts of flowers and stuffed animals and then reader says some funny shiii and thor thinks she’s like dying lol. idk if that made sense but i’m getting my wisdom teeth out soon and i’m scared😭 thank u so so much love u babe

pairing: peter parker x stark!reader

a/n: tysm lovely :,) i rushed through this like my life depended on it, but i hope i’m not too late. either way, i hope you’re okay! it’s frightening but those bad boys gotta go because we don’t need that kind of energy in our lives. enjoy x

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

wisdom teeth? more like wisdoom

y/n has to get her wisdom teeth removed and it’s the singular most dreadful thing she’s ever had to do, which says a lot because her dad is tony richling stark

doing dreadful things she doesn’t want to do but still somehow end up doing just because she can is a personality trait at this point

no one really makes a big deal out of it since ~death~ is part of their job description, but y/n is terrified

and when a stark is terrified the only thing that will keep them one step from insanity is researching the hell out of it

that information will be info dumped into every conversation for the next few weeks leading up to the appointment

“y/n you need anything from the store?” "no thanks, did you know the side effects of getting your wisdom teeth out include ✨sudden death or blood clots✨ tho” “……..i have a coupon?”

the day of the appointment, peter comes along and literally doesn’t let go of y/n’s hand. he keeps touching her to let her know that he’s there and it’s so. adorable

he would rest his hand on her knee, gently stroke her back while holding her, or just play with her hair

happy drops them off and he’s too Cool™ for emotions but he knows y/n’s a wreck, so he just fist bumps her with a single nod and she almost breaks down bc it’s really affectionate

y/n is sitting in the dentist chair and genuinely nothing is happening yet, but she’s squeezing peter’s hand like it’s a sponge

peter might have a high pain tolerance but he’s in pain pain and he prays that his hand won’t just explode on him

the dentist notices how peter tries to keep it together and chuckles

“you okay there, son?” “yea it’s fine, had a better time when a building fell on me tho haha” “pardon?” “oh i mean i didn’t have a good time, i just had a better time”

because y/n is running Anxious Town™, the dentist gives her a sedative to help her relax 

plus, an injection of local anaesthetic to numb the tooth and surrounding area

she doesn’t feel anything and it’s GREAT

the procedure is quicker than expected and now the real fun begins

she tries to walk but she falls down so peter scoops her up bridal style and happy stays glued at her side

y/n doesn’t mind although she literally doesn’t recognise them and they’re practically strangers to her

but girly sees an opportunity and tries to flirt with peter bc why wouldn’t she

“you’re pretty” *blushes* “why thanks” “you should let your girlfriend know” “i should let her know i’m pretty?” “so you do have a gf? :(” “yea it’s you” “:)”

they stop for gas and peter goes in to get some water for y/n, and in her infinite wisdom, she decides it’s burger time

her mouth is completely numb and she’s practically leaving a trail of drool behind her, but she’d kill for a burger right now

so she wobbles around aimlessly for an hour on some random parking lot as if the ground might just magically open up like a rabbit hole and lead her to five guys

she’s going places. not back to the car. definitely not five guys. they’re closed. but places

peter finally finds her and he’s drenched from head to toe in sweat. he doEsn’T wAnt tO tALk abOut iT tho so she lets him take her to subway instead

normally, she would know that peter’s usual subway order is bread-lettuce-jalapeño

but in her drugged-up state, it had simply slipped her mind so now she’s staring at him like he’d just murdered someone right in front of her

“that- that’s your order?? no meat or anything just bread, lettuce, and a little spice?”

meanwhile at the compound, sam and steve are ordering everyone around bc they want to decorate this place before y/n gets home to surprise her

they take it very seriously too. they’ve watched like one HGTV show and said it’s our time

they finally get home and tony gives y/n a big hug, asking her what took so long

happy tells him that she was keen on getting burgers bc apparently someone has taught her that stressful times call for ~cheeseburgers~

he proceeds to look at tony with a pointed look

tony just shrugs and goes “she was a problem child. we don’t mention her dark past”

she’s swaying on the spot and keeps grinning like a fool and thor just stares at her weirdly before elbowing bruce and whispering loudly,

“what’s wrong with her? is she dying? should i start collecting leaves, i know this remedy—"

no one can tell if y/n is just happy to see the newly decorated home or if she’s just delighted to see everyone but then she goes around hugging the entire team

she doesn’t even acknowledge the sky-high pile of teddy bears and flowers everywhere bc she’s just squeezing everybody

y/n is so high, she just starts to spill all of her feelings about everyone and they’re already so overwhelmed by the hug chain they can’t take this too

“wanda i just want you to know that you’re like my big sister and you’re always taking care of me and i know you and vision are just going to make such good parents one day”

“bucky you absolute PRICK, you FIEND, you’re the best chess player ever and that’ll never change and i wouldn’t be good without you, i hate to say it but you deserve happiness even after you made me lose five times in a row yesterday”

“dad, you’re so strong and smart, even though we’re like never on the same page, you’re always along for the ride, i want to be like you when i grow up, i swear i’m gonna try to be as good to the avengers as you were to us” “aww- wait makes you think i'll be the first to die“

“nat you’re such a bitch about your protein shakes but you’re my best friend and i wouldn’t have it any other way, you can try out as many make up looks on me as you want”

“bruce, brucey, i would live with you in your lab for the rest of my days if i had to, whenever you ask me to hand you stuff i feel useful and important”

“laura’s way out of your league clint i have no idea how the fuck you got her but don’t lose her and i want to be your next child’s godmother”

“steve…we’re your family now. we’re always gonna be your family now. okay?”

“loki you’re not fooling anyone with your attitude, we all know you’re part of the family, you were just misunderstood and messed up bc of your dad–FUCK him by the way–but i realised everyone deserves as many chances as they need because of you”

“sam i would genuinely kill anyone who wronged you, even if they cut you in line at the grocery store, i would knife them no hesitation”

“thor, you poor golden retriever have been through so much, on my way here i made a wish on an eyelash for you bc you deserve better, your postcards always make my day, love you”

she mumbles something to peter that no one else can hear but he blushes and chokes back a sob

y/n orders hot soup and bucky brings it to her but before he even has time to react peter drops everything and ZOOMS across the room in .3 seconds

he barrels into bucky so hard they both go flying, but peter just smoothly rolls out of it and onto his feet like some kind of super ninja

“DUDE WHAT THE HELL” “😠 y/n is not supposed to drink hot liquids 😠”

all of this happens in mere seconds but sam has filmed it all and now slow mo clips go viral online of some mysterious kid knocking over the winter soldier

y/n’s a little in and out after that, but when she fully regains consciousness, she’s on a pile of blankets, surrounded by the team on the floor <3

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let me know if this is actually comforting lmao stay hydrated pals

hc masterlist

[zuffer-weird-girl]

Red hair as roses, and turquoise eyes as orchids

"Dada look!" The bored and depressed blue eyes stood up from his lap to his 6 years old daughter, extending her tiny hands up high in the air.

"Be careful with what you're gonna do pretty doll." He manage to smirk a bit as she pouted, strands of red brushing against her forehead until a huge wave of flames of the colour blue danced around her hands until she jumped and a small prinkle of flames were throw in the air.

She laughed at the sign and clapped her hands in glee at her own little show as Dabi let out a chuckle at seeing the happines of his daughter... instead of him, Emika had the blessing of having a body that could tolerate the heat enough of his quirk that she inherited it from him. Your quirk itself being a huge help for the little girl to not have scars as her father's.

"Did you see Dada?! It was soooo huge and beautiful!!!" She ran towards him only to trip and thankfully landed on the brunette male's lap, giggling with a smile so bright that could've hury his eyes.

"Hmm. Almost like mine princess, im impressed." His hands carresed her chubby cheeks until he heard murmuring behind them.

Of course. Even with his disguise, that were people whose were going to mutter, say bad things... he lost count on how many times Emika had been bullied because her quirk was similiar with the most cruel and wanted villain....

And much to his dismay, Emika didn't take that... very well.

"WHAT ARE YOU WHISPERING ABOUT?! LEAVE US ALONE!" the little girl shouted and the adults only scoffed, picking up their kids and getting out of the park.

"You're going to scare off anyone with that attitude of yours princess." He muttered while carresing her red hair and picking her up as she scoffed.

"They cant say bad things about MY dada!" He smiled at the little girl and sighed.

"Yeah yeah, just lets get out of here before you burn things down."

"Thats something you would do!" She poked his scarred cheek. "Ne ne dada? We gonna visit mama right? I want to bring flowers to her this time!"

His eyes dropped at the ground as his feet carried them to the cemetery...

"We can arrange that."

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"Mama was so pretty!!!" Emika squealed as Spinner and Toga showed her some photos as Dabi stared holes into their skulls.

Is not that he didn't wanted his daughter to forget or to not know about her mother... but it was painfull enough to have a father as a villain, now being a mother orphan was just more harder.

Emika couldn't go to school without being recognized as Dabi's daughter. So he brought himself the task to teach her things , being thankfull to his past self that he had studied enough.

"Yeah and she was strong as fuck too according to your dad there." Spinner grinned, showing a picture of you pinning down a hero on the middle of the street.

"Emika-chan, despite not meeting (Y/n) you look so much like her!" Toga beamed with a smile, fangs showing and the little girl giggling when Dabi just yanked her away from the two.

"Naaaaaa dada no bed time!" She squirmed as he carried her to now the comfortable room the league gotten ever since the incident with Shigaraki and Redestro.

"Dont complain or else Im going to take away your toy." He grumbled as the girl gasped and pouted at him much like you would do.

"You wouldn't!" She defies him with a cheeky smile although while settling down on the bed she shared with him.

"Try me." He smirked with a atched eyebrow making her laugh.

Some time passed and Dabi watched as the eyelids of Emika slowly dropped until she called him softly.

"This place we are now... we gonna stay or are the bad man breaking it and we have to move again?" His heart clenched.. she still had the memories when the league had captured that blonde kid and the heroes busted the bar...

With her own view, she saw the villains as the good and normal people despite Toga being a crazy assasin that loved drinking blood, Shigaraki a men that only wanted to destriy the world, Twice a bipolar man and the list goes on...

Emika saw the villains as good people, and the heroes as bad ones... after all, after she found out on her own that her mother died not because of childbirth, but because of a hero that accidentally killed her with a much too strong attack... and only because she wanted to protect the baby on her arms at that time.

So much blood dropped from his eyes... some even dropping on your lifeless body and on the crying baby he soon noticed that thankfully was alive.

He would never forget whem he craddled the baby on his arms and sobbed deyly as his child wailed at not having the warmth of her mother anymore.

Things were tough until they found the league of villains and had at peast a place to crash.

Emika was now soudly asleep as he sighed and brushed his hair.

"When the heroes come to us... I will make sure yoi stay outta of the mess Emika. But you will not like to know the truth about our origins..." he muttered as a scarred hand brushed her bangs and smirked when she nuzzled on his hand... reminding him of how you would nuzzle on him on cold nights...

"Time to sleep off huh? The more we sleep, the pess we have to face the reality." He muttered before laying down and bringing her close to his chest.

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"Dada..." she whimpered as fat tears fell feom her turquoise eyes as she tremblingly holded the box of paper towels, helping him clean off the blood from his stapples as he took a final look on the mirror, his white hair finally at show for the first time in so many years.

"Hey," he crouched down and made his best to not wince "I'm fine. Daddy is used to this by now and-"

"bUT I'M NOT!" she yelled and punched his chest with her tiny fist as he frowned and holded her as she sobbed on his chest.

"...Is it true..?" He looked down at the tuff of red hair on his chest "That uncle Twice is not coming back..? That.. T-That grandpa did this to you..m that we are from the family of E-Endeavour?"

He frowned and wiped her tears away as she holded his wrist while sobbing at the loss of Twice, whose always played and made silly faces with her on spare times.

"Yeah... Im sorry for not telling you... but I thought that... Me and your mother actually decided that Emika (L/n) was better than puttingnon a fake and... well, not right name on yours."

"... which hero... killed... mama..?" His heart stopped... should he reaally tell her? She was only a baby of five years.. five fucking years... he was already damaged by society, but her was just a little flower growing...

"Princess.. I-"

"Who?!" She sobbed as his eyes dropped, a heavy sigh as he dinally sit down on the edge of the sofa as he put his hand on his face as the other helped her sit on his lap.

"... your grandpa."

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Emika cried heraelf to sleep that night. Wailing that she hated the heroes, that she hated Endeavour, that she hated him for not telling her the truth for so long, that she hated having fo be a Todoroki.

Each word was a spike to his chest as he tried and eventually succeed on calming her down enough, from harsh sobs and eails to soft sniffles and the rest of the tears she had to sheed.

He hugged her just a bit tighter that night as one drop of blood fell from his eyes.

"I thought I could do it (Y/n)... I fucking promised you... but... fuck." He bited his bottom scarred lips to contain a whimper "Everything is just the worst now... why did you have to be so goddamn stubborn and risk your life dammit..."

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"Is your fourth bowl of ice cream ya know?" Dabi muttered from his place on the miserable yet comfy apartment you two shared as you stared back at him with a spoonfull of your favorite ice cream on hand close to your mouth.

"I have the right. I'm pregnant. Leave me be." You made a show of putting the spoon on your mouth and moaning out loud as Dabi shooked his head in dismay before taking a place on your side ofbthe couxh before you two cringed at the sounds of the old mobile almost creaking.

"We need to got money to find a new couch." You muttered horrified, just apmost ending all of your money on baby supplies and clothes.

"Or I can just steal one." He smirked at the slight slap you gave to him.

"And have shitty heroes coming our way later? Nu uh mister... maybe just rob a bank though." You muttered before both of you chuckled as you laid your head on his shoulder as he subconsciously placed his hand on the sweel of your stomach and felt a kick already.

"She is going to be a daddy's girl. Im so sure of it." You giggled as he arched an eyebrow.

"How cam you say this already? We dont even know if it is a girl of a boy doll."

"I know is a girl. I just know it. And she has already a favorite parent." You carresed your belly just besides where Dabi's hand was layed on.

"You're exaggerating." He chuckled as he felt another kick "They are going to be a nasty oen though, they kick alot."

"She kicks a lot when your nearby or talking to her. Just like I said, a daddy's girl." You smiled sweetly at him and he never felt so happy...

He looked at your lips for a second as you narrowed your eyes playfully at him before your lips almost touched-

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He woke up with a hand tapping on his cheek and soon saw his daughter looking down at him with a pout.

"Can we go walk?" She almost whimpered as he could only stare and slowly nod as he caught his disguise and a very own for her.

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She clunged to the black bunny plushie as she walked with pinks connected to him as he stated down at her in worry until she gasped at a convenience store.

"Dada! Snickers!" She pointed as he smiled at seeing a bit of bright on her eyes once again.

"How about we get some, eh?" She nodded with a small smile and soon followed her dad inside.

While she waited for Dabi to get the snacks and pay for them, for once, she gasped when a purple haired boy at the same age as her bumped accidentaly to her making her plushie drop.

"Hey!" She called out with tears on her eyes, being emotionally damaged enough for those past days.

"I'm sorry." The boy said immediatly, kneeling and grabbing the plushie to hand it to her "Its yours?" He tilted his head as Emika grabbed immediatly.

"Of course it was! It was with me until you bunped on me!" Emika slowly dropped her tone of voice at seeing how the purple haired boy seemed genuily sorry as he aproached and bowed once again.

"Sorry, I just am here to grab some medice and a chocolate for my mom and dad. They're both sick and they dont know i went out so I needed to hurry." He smiled as Emika soon dropped slowly her guard down as she muttered.

"Is okay... is just that bunny is speacial to me."

"I can see why. Your mama gave it to you right." Her turquoise eyes widened as she frowned her eyebrows at the boy.

"Kinda of..?" She clinged to the toy "Why do you that?"

He closed his eyes with a tiny giggle.

"Well, she told me as soon as you started to tear up. She is always by your side aparently." Emika eyes darkned and she let go of one hand of the plushie to heat up her hand.

"Say that one more time. I dare you. My mama is not here." She almost cried until the purple boy touched her forehead with two fingers and soon she was not more in the grocery store, but in a blank space.

"HEY YOU!" she shouted "THIS IS NOT FUNNY LET OUT YOU FUCK-"

"Geez, daddy did not spare you of curse words then?" She froze and looked behind her and saw the sane woman Dabi showed photos of and was compared whenever she was laughing or making a trick on others.

She froze for a bit before silently tears started to fall and she hiccupped for a bit before dropping her bunny and running to you as you hugged her tightly.

"Mama! I cant believe-! Is you-! I-I-" she hicupped as you wiped her tears with your thumb and let some of your own fall.

"You're take so much of your dada im so happy... My little girl is just so beautiful..." you whispered as she sobbed while wiping her tears with her sleeve.

"D-Dada!" She gasped before smiling widely and grabbing your sleeve "Dada needs to see this! Mama he misses you a lot he need to see yo-"

"Im sorry princess..." you grabbed her cheek softly "I wanted to see your daddy just as much, but I cant...." her face fell a bit but soon nodded while playing with your fingers and hair.

"Mama? Why did you do it?" You hummed as she looked up hesitantly "Why did youbleave dad? Why... you took.. Endeavour attack..?" She asked sadly as you furrowed your eyebrows but soon closed your eyes and smiled.

"Emika... the day you were born was the day I was gone as well... but when I saw your grandpa recognizing me as a villain and blasted an attack close to where you were... I just had to. I had to protect the feuit of love that me and your father made..." you smiled sadly as she sniffed.

"But you arent with us..." she almost sobbed until you made her look up.

"Emika... Im so sorry for the loneliness you had to endure... the pain... that was the only dowside of the decision I made. My swest little girl..." you cuppex her cheek and wiped a tear "Thank you for letting me be your mother, and Touya for being your father..."

You touched your forehead with her as she noticed your body was slowly turning to tiny hints of lights and fireflies.

"Mama..?" She looked at you crying softly as you kissed her forehead.

"Emika, evertime you see a star in the dark sky it will be me watching over you and your dada... and please understand one thing," you got away from her as your hair floated majestically "Dying for you, was a noble sacrifice I did for love..."

She widened her eyes as she grabbed your hands as you giggled at her expression.

"Say to dada Im watching him too, and that loving him were the happier moments I spend... I love him and always will...after all, he is my canolli, dead or not, okay?"

The littpe girl gasped and looked at the place she was, the grocery store and the boy from earlier retracting his hand with a unsure littpe smile.

"It was your quirk... you... you made me talk with my mama." She says outstruck as the boy giggled but soon gasped at looking the time.

"I have to go! But I hope we meet again." He ran to the door with the bags before looking one more time behind to her "Call me Akira! See you soon Emika-chan!"

She stood there in complete shook before brushing her fingers on the tingling spot you had kissed on her forehead before smiling widely and giggling before knocking her daddy's leg as he grunted.

"Emika what the-"

"Mama is watching us!" She bounced up and down as he atood with a 'what the fuck' expression.

"What the hell Emika?" He grabbed the packs and carried her as he walked on the street.

"Mama said your name is Touya dada! Which I found strange at first but anyway! She kissed my forehead! Hugged me and said how much she loves me and you and is watching us! She is a star dada! A star!!"

His eyes widened. Emika didn't hear his speech to Endeavour. Emika didn't know his real name was Touya instead of Dabi as the league called him... so she was not imagining neither making things up.

"..so you saw mama?" She giggled and nodded while boucing on his arms. "... did she say something else?" He asked hopefully and she smiled widely as much as you would do.

"She said loving you was the most happier she got! And that your are her canolli forever!"

His steps faltered and almost that he dropped his daughter as his eyes widened... only you knew that god for saken nickname you gaved to him...

"Dada?" His daughter words and hands on his cheeks made him ho back to reality as he saw the blood on his little girl's fingers and worried expression "Are you crying..? Dada?"

"Heh..." he wiped with one thumb the blood before smilling at her and continuing walking "Nah. Must be one of my staples..." he stared up as his daughter rested her face on his neck. "Mama is a star then?"

"Ya.." she yawned "Watching us... I bet she is that one." The little girl pointed at the shiniest star on the sku as Dabi smiled...

"Yeah... I also bet on that one."

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A Deal With A Demon 

Summary:  Kagome’s struggling to keep her family’s bar afloat after her mother’s death. One night, a demon makes a deal, intriguing her to change her life.

Part 1 l Part 2 l Part 3 l Part 4

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Dedicated to my dear friend @enchantedink-ag, can't wait to for y’all to read it. Much Love! 💕

“Hey! Kagome! Kagome! Another round for the three of us!” The wolf demon hollered across the bar and she smiled, nodding her before turning her back to him. Koga’s drinking tolerance are the only reason this bar stays open. That, and his affection for me. Rolling her gray eyes, she swung her body around, reaching for the scotch. Pouring three double neats, she slid them across the worn bar top, throwing a fake smile for the wolf demons. “Thanks babe!” 

“You boys need anything else at the moment? I’m gonna take a five minute break.” Kagome waved her hands, looking around the almost empty bar. Not staying to hear whatever perverted answer Koga had to say, she snagged her phone and headed towards the back door. Propping it open with a broken cement block, she pulled her phone from her jeans pocket to see a few texts from Sango.

Hey, how’s work? Is Koga back again tonight?

The bank called the home phone again, dod you want me to give another excuse?

I can ask my dad to help you, I just want to help.

I love you, I’ll see you later.

Kagome sighed, leaning against the brick wall, closing her eyes. I can’t keep doing this. Dad’s drinking has just gotten worse after mom’s death. Maybe I should’ve listened to Souta and just left after high school. Rubbing the bridge of her nose, she tried to clear her thoughts, to focus on coming up with a plan on how to save her family’s bar. Sighing once more, she kicked the block out of the way, the metal door slamming close behind her. Glancing at the clock above her office, she winced as the wolf demon’s voice grew louder. Only four more hours to go, then I can go home.

Taking one more deep breath, she rounded the corner, almost bumping into Koga, who was blocking her way to get back behind the counter.

“Koga, I need to get back to work.”

“Kags,” he slurred and she almost rolled eyes once more at the annoying nickname, “All I ask for is one date. What do I gotta do to persuade you?”

“Keep buying drinks and I might just have a night off, but that would take even more drinks than you and your friends can handle.” She grimaced, realizing her words as they came out. His blue eyes lit up brightly and she stepped around him, anxious to get away.

“I’ll hold you to that. Now, another round if you please!” He raised his fists, his two friends whooping along. Gritting her teeth, she turned towards the scotch, pouring another round, praying he wouldn’t remember her proposal when he was sober.

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Fate was on her side this week, Koga had yet to mention their little deal, but night after night, he was in with his friends. Sometimes there were two or three more wolves added, but always at least him and the two twins, who Kagome had actually begin to grown fond on, were there, night after night. They didn’t say inappropriate jokes and whenever Koga was off flirting with another chick, they always checked in on her, making sure she was eating at some point during the night. She always made sure to give them some snacks on the house, especially after finding out one night, they were only here to support their friend’s drinking habit. A week after her one sided proposal, Kagome was finishing up the last round of glassware, the last of the bar guests leaving. 

She was humming to herself, the night having been pretty steady, pretty positive she made a dent in the monthly expenses. Polishing the last glass, she heard a door shut loudly.

“Sorry! We’re closed for the night!” She called over her shoulder, focusing on a particular lipstick stain.

“Kags, don’t you remember our deal?” Koga’s slurred words came from the bathrooms and Kagome froze. Shit. Gripping the dirty glass, she whirled around, eyeing a drunk Koga as he leaned against the barter.

“Koga, we’re closed and you’re drunk. Where’s Ginta and Hakkaku?” She sighed, careful of her words. He was known for his temper when he was wasted, having remembered cleaning up broke stools once or twice.

“I think they are at another bar down the road, I stayed back to spend some time alone with you, since you’re my woman and all.”  She wrinkled her nose, disgusted. He stepped around, blocking the only entry way in and out from behind the bar and Kagome froze. “Now, let’s talk about that deal you made me. Did you think I would forget?” He wobbled forward, his legs shaking.

“Koga, back away. I said one date when I got a night off. I have yet to have a day off in three weeks, you know that.” She tried to stand her ground, gripping the glass tighter, glancing around for a way out. He was a demon, faster and stronger than her, so running would be useless, but she could try her damn hardest to fight. He continued to move closer, clumsily bumping into bottles.

“How about we start it right here, the bar’s closed, no one here to take your attention away from me.” He smirked and she could smell the whiskey on his breath. Swallowing a bit, she took a step back, reaching around for something, anything, to defend herself. Her fingers grazed the fruit knife and she whipped her hand, holding the knife in front of her. He began to laugh and she frowned, fear knocking in her belly.

“Kagome, I’m a demon, and unless you’re going to slice me into pieces, that knife isn’t gonna do much.” He laughed louder and pushed her hand out of the way, the knife clattering to the ground. Think, ‘Gome, think! The next second, she use the glass in her hand, crashing it against the side of his face, Koga yelping. Not bothering to check on her hand, feeling the blood drip down her fingers, she tried to push past him while he was cradling the left side of his face. He snarled and wrapped his arms around her waist, throwing her onto the ground. Grunting, she landed on her back, into the broken glass, staring at him with wide eyes. She tried to get up, to roll over, to crawl away, but when she made it a few steps, he kicked her in the gut and curled into a ball, groaning. 

“You bitch! I’m going to get what I want.” He knelt down, wrenching her arms away, so she was flat on her back once more. He yanked on her hard, growling in her face and she froze, paralyzed with fear. She knew what he was capable of, that after tonight, she knew she would never be the same. Once he realized she stopped struggling, he let go of one of hands and began to unbuckle his jeans. She closed her eyes, tears falling into her hair and prayed. Kami, please don’t let him kill me. I will do anything to make this stop, please! Anybody, help me! I’ll do anything!

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Whimpering, she failed to notice when Koga stopped moving on top of her and she opened her eyes to see him frozen in fear. Figuring now was her best chance, she shoved him and he backed off, shaking a bit and she frowned. She shook her head and raced to feet, determined to get out of there. She could come back early tomorrow and clean up the mess. She ignored her palm, grabbing the keys and whirled around when she heard his groaning. Pausing to look back once more, she stood a few feet away from the frozen man.

Koga was on his knees, staring straight ahead, his neck pulsating. His eyes were wide with fear and she wasn’t sure what was going on. An icy breeze brushed past her, causing her to shiver, followed by an intense warmth as if something was soothing her. Freezing, she watched silently as a clouded figure emerged out of thin air, his clawed hands wrapped around Koga’s throat. She gasped, as the figure’s body became more clear, his features glowing in the soft bar light. A giant growl came from the figure and when she gasped once more, she noticed two small white ears flicker atop his head, one pointed towards her. His hair flowed down his back, his red cloak concealing the shape of his body, but she assumed he was strong to have a wolf demon on his knees.

His arm was decorated with blue and red stripes, black symbols intertwining through out and she had this sudden urge to trace every single line with her fingers. Shaking her head at her surprising thoughts, she listened closely.

“You dare harm an innocent?!” His gravel voice caused more shivers down her back and she thought she heard him snicker. She counted to watch silently as Koga shook his head miserably. “When an innocent is praying even to a demon for help, you have committed a crime. Leave now, and do not come back. If you do, your balls will be detached and sent back to your mother in a coffin and your head will adorn my desk.” He snarled, bringing his fangs to Koga’s pale face. Koga nodded and was released instantly. 

He didn’t dare look at her, only scrambled over the worn counter, knocking over more glassware as he leaped towards the door. Unsure of what just happened, Kagome stayed in her spot, waiting for the cloaked figure to turn around. When no one spoke for a few minutes, she cleared her throat and watched his back stiffen.

“Thank you, for saving me.” She whispered. She could see his fists clenched and suddenly began to be very afraid for herself. Feeling the urge to keep talking, she spoke the only thing she could think of. “How can I repay you?”

He turned around, his golden eyes burning into hers and she held her breath.

“You can pour me a drink.”

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Kagome swallowed and nodded. It was then she realized he was standing in her well and she was blocking the stools. Stepping out of the way, she gestured to let him past, staring in shock when he leaped over the counter. He looks uncomfortable now, I wonder why. She straightened her shoulders, determined to get to the bottom of it, ready to repay him for saving her. She walked through the glass and reached for the nicest bourbon on her shelf, figuring he deserved the best. Forgetting all about her hand, she whimpered when her fingers wrapped around the handle.

“You’re hurt.” 

“I cut my hand earlier, breaking a glass over his head.” She answered, her voice trailing off. Setting the bottle down on the counter, she grabbed a clean bar towel wrapping her hand quickly. She’ll deal with it later, figuring it wasn’t too deep. Reaching for a rocks glass, she poured in double and slid it towards him.

“Thank you, again.”

“You said that already.” He mused, a smirk on face. He glanced at her hand and frowned. “You should clean that. I’ll wait.” Surprised at his generosity, she nodded dumbly and headed towards her office to the first aid kit. With her mind blank, she cleaned her wound with alcohol and antibiotic wipes, wrapping the last of the gauze. She headed back to the bar to, grabbing the broom on the way.

“Do you mind if I clean up while we talk?” She asked softly, her mind still somewhat fuzzy. He nodded and she began to sweep the broken glass.

“What’s your name?” He murmured so softly, she barely heard him.

“My name is Kagome.”

“Inuyasha.” Stopping she looked up at him.

“Are you a demon?” She whispered, trying to grasp everything that just happened. He nodded and hummed at him, she returned to sweeping.

“You’re taking this surprisingly well.” He mused.

“Well, I’m used to being around demons, so that part doesn’t exactly scare me.” She shrugged, sweeping the last of the pieces into the pan. She heard his grunt and looked up.  “Why do you ask?”

“You were more emotional when he was attacking you, not everything that happened after.” He waved his hand, staring at her like she had grown another head. She began to laugh.

“Inuyasha, I’m not even sure what happened, but with the way my life has been going, I’m not really surprised at anything anymore.” She laughed again, watching his cheeks flush. She smiled softly for him, setting the broom aside and leaned on the counter. “I know I’ve thanked you already, but really, thank you. I appreciate you helping me.”

She watched him blush harder, looking deep into the glass as he swirled his drink. Downing the rest of it, he stood, looking straight at her. She shivered, hoping he never look away.

“Be more careful Kagome, okay?” He grunted, taking a step back and she loved the way he said her name.

“Are you leaving already?” She asked softly, hoping he would stay.

“You’ve repaid your debt, by pouring me a drink. If you should need anything again, just pray to me.” He smirked, his fang peeking out, raising his hand and snapped his fingers. His body turned into black mist, the last thing to disappear were his amber eyes as they gazed at her. She blinked, staring at the now empty bar. Her phone vibrated along the counter and her mind began to boot back up, focusing on getting the bar cleaned and heading home. Glancing at the screen, she saw Sango’s name pop up.

“Hey San, I’m cleaning up now. Everything okay?”

“Yeah, just noticed it was almost 4 and you weren’t home yet. See you soon?”

“Yes! Getting ready to lock up now.” 

“Okay ‘Gome, bye.” She swiped her screen, ending the phone call and looked around. I’ll finish tomorrow, I need to get out of here. Feeling uneasy about being alone once again, she headed to the office for the rest of her things, her mind retelling over the night’s events. As she crawled into her bed that night, the last of the conscious thoughts were of golden eyes and a fanged smirk.

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resolutely, yours. | kth

summary: When your best-friend slash pain-in-your-ass, Kim Seokjin, drags you to a New Year’s Eve party that you didn’t want to go to in the first place, what better way is there to pass the time than to stay sober and watch all your classmates go berserk? Well, that is until Kim Taehyung steps into the picture, of course.

pairing: taehyung x reader

genre: fluff

word count: 2.7k+

warnings: profanity, slight alcohol consumption, implied drug usage (two words only, i swear), college party antics should say enough

A/N: first fic of the year! W O O! this was supposed to be for tae’s birthday but i guess it’s fitting since it is the new year. a special thanks to miss mei @sugacouture for her likeness and @koushiningg aka the eternal hypewoman. this fic (drabble) is rly short but i do have a lot coming up in store! for now, hope u enjoy and happy new year everyone!

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You are going to murder Kim Seokjin.

The spiked punch that fills your red solo cup up to its brim has been waiting to be quaffed down for thirty-seven minutes now. Roughly five minutes before that, Seokjin had somehow managed to drag you through the front doors of the fraternity party he’s been wanting you to accompany him to for weeks now.

And it only takes ten minutes for the proclaimed party animal and people-person, Kim Seokjin, to vanish from your side. He leaves you to fend for yourself in a jungle full of plastered college students—priorities at the moment are to either drink so much liquid regret that they can’t even remember their own names, or to find someone to make out with when the clock strikes at midnight. From simple observation, you notice that most, if not everyone here, fall under both categories.

Well, the exception being you, of course.

One thing to note is that you actually do have a decent tolerance for alcohol. You were no stranger to it, and it would serve as a dutiful companion to you when times called for it. Like last week after your last final that you knew you fucking bombed.

However, the humidity of the room due to the accumulation of bodies that left little to no room for fresh air, in addition to the strong stench of alcohol mixed with sweat mixed with God knows what, just was not the ideal place for you to get wasted. It didn’t stand close in comparison to drinking with a solid group of close friends, or by yourself in the comfort of your bed while a shitty rom-com plays in the background on your laptop.

The atmosphere is suffocating all of your senses— tears pricking at the corners of your eyes due to the strong odor of the room, the curled front pieces of your hair dampening and sticking to your temples, your mouth and throat dry as the Sahara Desert because, of fucking course, there is absolutely no water to be seen.

The small black dress and heels that Seokjin forced you to wear was worsening the situation greatly—your legs practically glued stuck to the stool you were sitting on, leading to ugly red marks and stinging skin if you tried to stand up.

You could not take being inside any longer. Instead of passing out from being piss drunk, you were almost adamant that you were going to pass out from the grueling mix of heat exhaustion and secondhand high.

Your grip on the solo cup significantly tightens, nearly crushing the plastic in half. You quickly stand up from the stool you were sitting in, the sensation akin to getting your legs waxed as you take a deep inhale through your nose, mentally preparing yourself to dive into this sea of financially obligated, depressed monsters.

Peculiarly, you manage to shove your way through a good chunk of the mass, your eyes set on the door that leads towards the balcony. Your ankles almost completely give into your weight a concerning number of times, and if it wasn’t for all of the arms of oblivious partygoers that you had clung onto for dear life, you probably wouldn’t be able to stand on your own two feet by now.

Solely occupied with trying to navigate your way through the crowd, you don’t even realize that someone bumped into you and spilled your drink all over your dress until you reach the balcony. The cold, night breeze passes over your body, leaving chills on the huge wet patch on your dress. The one goddamn time your dress sees the light of day, you just so happen to find a way to ruin it.

“Fucking hell!” You holler into the vacant balcony, your hands coming up to carefully poke at the wet patch on your dress. You wince as the soaked, freezing fabric comes in contact with your bare stomach. Angry, you chug down the rest of the drink inside your cup and chuck it off the balcony, too enraged to even react to its strong taste.

Shivering, you walk deeper onto the balcony, cradling yourself and staring at your shoes, a string of curses spewing from your lips. You scold yourself for not bringing a jacket while simultaneously plotting your revenge against Seokjin. A pair of black loafers intrude your vision, accompanied by a husky voice that calls out to you,

“Oh shit, are you okay?”

Your head shoots up, your eyes meeting the ones of the man standing in front of you. He towers above you significantly despite you wearing heels. His eyes are only a tad obscured by the soft, brown curls of his hair, perfectly styled and gelled to have that ‘purposefully messy’ look. The only difference being that models stood no chance against him when he was the blueprint himself. The black button up he’s clad in exquisitely accentuates every crevice of his lean, chiseled body. And his eyes that were already alluring on their own, were adorn with hazel-colored contacts that you swear you could stare at for hours upon hours. He is so otherworldly beautiful, you temporarily forget to breathe.

And you also forget that you are just staring at him, and he is staring back at you with a smile.

Times like this is when you wish you were at least a little buzzed. Sober ‘you’ is way too socially inept to fend for themself sadly. “O-oh i’m fine, someone just spilled their drink on me.”

Maybe it’s the way the moon sits behind him and casts a halo-like glow around his figure or how he’s just been staring straight into your eyes this whole time, like it’s second nature whilst you can only hold eye contact with him for two seconds before instinctively shying away. To say that his presence frightened you was an understatement. You were about to take cover and hide under the patio table like a five-year-old if he kept looking at you like that.

He blinks, his mouth stretching into a wide grin, rectangular-shaped and having the ability to ease your nerves. He places his drink on a patio table, dusting his hands on his pants, “Here, I’ll get you some napkins, just stay here.”

Stunned, it isn’t until he leaves that you yell out to him as he steps back inside the chaos, “Thank you!”

You carefully sit down on a patio chair, your arms still wrapped around your shivering torso while you try to breathe warm air into your cupped hands.

The man steps out onto the balcony minutes later, his fists full of paper towels as he hands them to you. “Here you go.”

You graciously take them, blotting your dress with the paper towels, your nose scrunching at the scent of alcohol that you had no choice but to inhale. “Thank you so much, really.” You say— still very much shocked to know that chivalry isn't quite dead yet. “It’s Taehyung, right?”

He nods, “Yeah, and you’re Y/N?

Your pause, your hand hovering over your dress as you look up and nod with a forced smile, “No but really, thank you. You didn’t have to.”

“Don’t worry about it, I’m sorry that it happened in the first place,” he says apologetically, as if it was his fault, “it seems like everyone’s already out of their minds, and it isn’t even midnight yet.”

“Hey, don’t apologize,” you assure him, which seems to work because his eyes soften a bit, “besides, I guess it’s my fault for coming here in the first place. I knew something like this was gonna happen and now here I am, smelling like cheap, convenience store vodka.”

He chuckles, and you swear you’ve never been so elated to make someone laugh until now, “I somehow managed to beat the crowd. I’ve literally just been standing out here by myself for a good hour now.”

You sigh in envy, “Must be nice.”

“Too bad you couldn’t make it, it’s been awfully quiet up here.” He says, pivoting on his heel to look at the rest of the empty balcony.

Your eyes trail to the commotion inside the house, the crowd still going strong, “Are we really the only sober ones here?”

He shakes his head, “Nah, we’re just the only ones stupid enough to show up at a college party on New Year’s Eve, expecting to have a good time sober while everyone’s getting plastered.”

The unexpected truth pill causes you to enter a fit of laughter, small clouds of air leaving your mouth every time you exhale. He laughs along with you. “Yeah we are pretty stupid, I do admit.” You concur, while rubbing at your arms that were covered in goosebumps.

“Do you want my jacket?” He asks you while pointing to the black blazer that’s slung on top of the chair next to you.

You wrinkle your nose, “Are you sure?”

“Yes, before I put it on you myself,” he giggles with a roll of his eyes.

Shaking your head, you grab the blazer and wrap it around your shoulders. You stand up from your seat and turn towards him, brow quirked. “A-are you not cold? It’s fucking freezing out here.”

“I’m fine, I swear,” he counters, reaching out to help you slip your arms into his huge jacket sleeves, “I’m also not wearing a sleeveless dress.” He teases, eyeing you up and down as he takes in how oversized his jacket is on you. He thinks it looks much better when you’re wearing it, but he won’t tell you that.

“Right…” you drag out, following his footsteps as he motions you to follow him towards the edge of the balcony.

You two stand next to each other, leaning against the edge, arms nearly brushing against one another.

“So Taehyung, what brings you here in the first place?” You ask, knowing that he seems just as displeased to be here as much as you are.

“I got dragged here by a friend, Park Jimin, in particular.” He responds with a frown, “I have no idea where the fuck he is now, he literally left me as soon as we got here.”

Turning towards him incredulously, your brows raise and the corner of your lip curls into a smirk, “You don’t say.”

Confused, but also curious about the expression painted across your face, he quirks a brow, “Hm?”

You close your mouth, crossing your arms tighter around yourself, “I got dragged here by a friend too. Kim Seokjin. That asshole left me as soon as we got here too.”

He steps back, scoffing in disbelief, “Wow, we really just got stood up by our own friends.” Taehyung proclaims into the vacant balcony, for both him and you— the thought of it sounding even more pathetic after being said out loud.

“They’re pretty goddamn close to losing that title now.” You quip, shaking your head in dismay.

His head rocks back, a lively laugh leaving his lips due to your comment which makes you smile at the fact that you are even able to make him laugh like this.

“Damn it Y/N, you should’ve came out sooner, we could’ve been having a good time out here.” He tells you with a pout as his laughter starts to dwindle.

Sighing heavily, you too, feel regretful about the missed opportunity, “I really should have.”

He nudges you with his elbow, “At least you’re here now.”

The bass-boosted music from inside the house ceases, the room becoming momentarily quieter while someone bellows out, “Hey look, it’s the countdown!”

Everyone’s focus shifts towards the gigantic flat screen TV that hung above the fireplace, making you realize where the fraternity funds truly go to. You and Taehyung exchange glances before shrugging and moving closer to all the commotion since it was New Year’s Eve, above all.

He leans against the doorframe and you stay close to his side, the number ten flashing brightly on the screen—the crowd’s shouts getting louder as it reaches the final ten seconds of the year.

Instead of shouting out the numbers with the rest of the mass, you and Taehyung are simply witnessing it all fold out in silence.

“EIGHT!”

‘You got any New Year’s resolutions?!” You nudge him while attempting to yell over the noise.

His head whips towards you, “Me?!”

“SEVEN!”

Your brows furrow, “Does it look like I’m talking to anyone else?!”

His mouth splits into a grin once more, folding over in laughter just enough to meet eye-to-eye with you.

“SIX!”

“I mean! I didn’t have one originally!”

The crease in your brows dissipate, “Well, what changed?!”

“FIVE!”

His head tilts to the side, “I came here!”

You mirror his head tilt, confused as ever, “Um, so you wanna go to more parties next year?!”

“FOUR!”

He slaps a palm against his forehead, “From what you know about me, does it look like I like parties?!”

“How the hell would I know?!”

His jaw drops, “Y/N—!”

“THREE!”

“—I wanna get to know you better Y/N!”

Your jaw drops as well, “What?! Me?!”

“TWO!”

“Is there any other Y/N standing in front of me?!”

“I– oh...”

“ONE! HAPPY NEW YEAR!” The crowd shouts together in unison despite all being under the influence. A confetti cannon erupts, flying around the room and falling into people’s hair as the mass starts to split into pairs, all partaking in the traditional New Year’s kiss that you personally haven’t had much luck in participating in yourself.

You rip your gaze away to look at Taehyung. He smiles, pulling a piece of confetti out of hair, making your cheeks flush. “Happy New Year, Y/N.”

“Happy New Year, Taehyung.”

The small amount of alcohol you consumed when you first stepped foot onto the balcony leaves you slightly buzzed. Just enough to leave you with the right amount of courage to vouch for the nickname.

You take a daring step towards the man in front of you, “I also have a resolution of my own, Taehyung.”

He takes an even more daring step towards you, having the audacity to lean down— your faces only inches apart. “And what is that, may I ask?”

Grabbing onto the collar of his shirt, you close the gap in between the two of you, locking your lips with his. The kiss isn’t short enough to be a peck but isn’t long enough to be considered making out. You pull away enough to be able to see his face, “Is to get to know you better too.”

He chuckles, “Y/N, your lips taste like spiked punch.”

Pouting, you bump your forehead into his, “All I drank was whatever you saw me have at the balcony, I swear.”

He pecks your nose, your frown immediately wiping away as he does so, “I trust you.”

You smile, giving him a peck on the mouth, “As you should.”

“I’d kiss you again, but you probably can’t stand being here any longer. Let’s get out of here.” He tells you, tucking a stray strand of hair behind your ear.

You slide your arm onto his, interlocking his fingers with your own, “I think you’ve already completed your resolution Taehyung. You seem to know me so well already.”

Pushing through the crowd, he hooks an arm onto your waist while he shoves a path for you two to get through, “Too bad I don’t know where you wanna go though.”

You hum, thinking for a moment before your grumbling stomach answers for you, “I’m hungry, let’s go grab burgers or something.”

You don’t see the way Taehyung is fondly staring at you because you’re too busy trying to open the front door. At last, you manage to pry it open, stepping back outside while Taehyung’s holding you in his arms. It’s not that cold this time.

Taehyung’s hands land on both of your shoulders— turning you around to face him as he swiftly latches his lips onto yours. You stumble back, but his hand is quick to support you as he kisses you deeply. You kiss him back, letting your fingers curl around the curls of his hair.

He pulls back this time, letting his forehead rest on yours, “Y/N, I think you are the one that’s completed your resolution. How the hell did you know that I fucking love burgers?”

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MASTERLIST

[gay-ghosts-committing-crimes]

touch-averse bobby headcanons!!

basically a part 2 to this post about alex being touch-averse :3

he honestly can’t remember when it started getting really worse, but bobby has always had a problem with touch. it’s high on the list, with the texture of sand and the sound of chalk. it was just,,,, one of his Things.

and he doesn’t mean to, but whenever someone hugs him it makes his stomach twist and his breathing go panicky, and he doesn’t mean to, he really doesn’t, but he lashes out when it gets too much. he gets too stiff and he pushes whoever the offending party is away, and the rest of the day his shoulders curl in and he’s tense

he doesn’t remember if there’s a reason for it

and he tries to make friends, but sometimes even a handshake or a high-five will make him feel queasy, set his teeth on edge, have his muscles tight for a long time after

after awhile it’s easier to be alone than try to work around a friendship without touching, or making someone offended when he pulls away and clams up at the smallest touch. it’s easier and it hurts less

(even though it still does hurt)

so when he meets alex, it’s like breathing again after being stifled

alex is quiet and standoffish, and he’s more sarcastic than soft when he does speak up, but bobby doesn’t mind. he’s that way too sometimes, especially on the days when every sound is too much too much and his shirts feel all wrong and he’s still expected to ‘be normal’

so he makes himself make a friend again. and he tries to be careful and let alex know he’s not gonna say the wrong thing and get pushed away, and in turn alex is willing to sit next to him quietly, a few inches apart so they both have each other’s presence without worrying about being uncomfortable.

and then reggie and luke come along; he doesn’t know who came first to be honest, luke with his puppy-eyes and vibrant grin, or reggie with his sweet smile and funny (if often mistimed) jokes. either way they come barreling into his life, disrupting everything with their touchy-hands and words when silence is better

he’s mad at himself for how many times he shuts down or walks away when luke gets too loud or reggie slaps his back, because he wants to like these people, but he CAN’T, and he can’t be the friend he wants to be and why can’t it just be him and alex again, a few inches and years of understanding between them??

but... then they stay

and not only do they stay, but.... they get a little bit better

it starts with reggie, and bobby might tease him about being oblivious, but he starts getting quieter when he sees bobby starting to tense up, and bobby thinks of the night when they had all stayed out late and reggie admitted that sometimes he’d sneak out at night to escape his parents yelling. bobby makes sure to give a grateful smile to him next time it happens

and then luke is doing it to, less fist-bumps and grabbing of shoulders, instead he’s bobbing his head when he’s extra proud and hyped, trading his physical gestures for more compliments, not like he lacked in them before

and bobby thinks this might be okay, these boys with their quieter words and still-wide smiles, trading their rough hands for bright words, for bobby, for alex.

and slowly bobby gets to the point where it’s okay, the small touches

he still likes to know when it’s coming, and sometimes the days are bad and he can barely stand the weight of the shirt on his skin, the rub of his jeans, let alone the heavy hand of a person, but some days...

some days it’s not just tolerable to feel someone’s hand in his own, it’s NICE. it’s nice to link pinkies with reggie and let luke ruffle his hair, and it’s NICE when he’s bumping shoulders with alex, smiles splitting wide across their faces like the sun through a cloudy sky

hugs are still hard, too much and too trapped and heavy heavy heavy, sick to his stomach and shoulders tight, curling into himself

but some days...

the days when he can hug them and it feels alright?

those are the days he could cry from happiness

(and even when he can’t, it’s okay. it’s okay because reggie will smile, and he’s learned to like the silence. it’s okay because luke will look fondly at him and say “you’re incredible bobby” because God knows luke’s love language is words of affirmation and he tries to show the boys he loves them and loves them and loves them. and it’s okay, because alex still sits by him, and the quiet and the space between them is still good. still theirs)

(he doesn’t need to be hugged by them to know he’s loved abundantly, and he’s so so happy to realize that he doesn’t need to hug them for them to realize he loves them back)

it’s a shame the last time he holds them is all shaking limbs and eyes blurry with tears and too much, too much, sirens in his ears and red and blue and screaming and he’s hugging his boys one last time, one last time because he might not need it to know he loves them, but they deserve a pair of arms to hold them when they can’t breathe anymore, they deserve a boy who stayed with them, but since he didn’t stay they deserve a boy who will hold them until it doesn’t matter anymore. until the only one it can matter to is himself. until he’s clutching empty promises and empty hope and empty love where there used to be his friends

[carry-on-my-wayward-butt]

He did? Umm.. what happened exactly?

(referring to this post)

my 11th grade chemistry teacher had an associates degree in liberal arts.

you know how in virtually every class you’ve ever had since middle school, your teachers made a big stink about the syllabus? she didn’t have one. this was her first teaching job, which she got because of her length experience as a substitute, not by her licensing qualifications. we were, at first, excited to have her, because she was a “fun sub” and we were 17 years old and stupid as all shit. we were the “normal chem” class in a system where the only other options were “honors chem” which was filled with children who actually know how to study (or cheat) and have an air of proper student activity, and “AP Chem”, which is clear enough if you’ve been an american student in the last 15 years.

she followed the mcgraw hill chemistry book in order of chapters, despite the fact that our state standardized tests did several of the chapters out of order. ever notice how you’ll suddenly be looking at chapter 11 when just last week you were on chapter 5, then the next week you’re on chapter 8? standardized testing is the reason. anyways by asking my friends in other classes who had chemistry teachers of relative competence, i was able to discern which chapters i should focus on, and while she was distracted with literally watching youtube videos all period, I was turning around in my seat and walking across the classroom helping my friends and enemies with the packets. (she was a two-packets-a-week kinda teacher.)

yes i said enemies too. the people i hated, i hated because they were sons of bitches i wouldnt piss on to put out a fire. i hated them so dearly i used to pray to god that they would bump into me so i could throw myself into the concrete and split my forehead open and get them expelled due to the blood-clause of our “zero-tolerance policy”. two of the kids in my class had, only the previous year, attempted to set my hair on fire.

i hated the teacher more. 

it gave me extreme pleasure to see her fume and clench her fists when a student would say “i need help” across the classroom and she would move to get up and they would say “oh not you miss, im waiting for vicky.” jesus christ the only time ive ever felt a comparable high was when i was at a halloween party in college where i was literally so zooted i couldn’t move.

it got worse over time, her getting more and more angry, my ego growing larger and larger. i was a huge bitch in high school, i really thought i was the smartest bitch in the room at any given moment. severe main character syndrome. imagine that kind of person actually being right for 45 minutes out of every day. can you even comprehend the kind of frustration that would create? in a room full of little sociopaths who dont give a shit about anything but getting this joke of a class over with so they can graduate? your first real teaching job and they look right past you, the teacher, to this annoying little shit whose grades are completely abysmal? how are they managing to learn anything from a child who can barely speak in front of more than 10 people? who turns cherry red in the face of literally every authority figure in the building except you? who can’t concentrate and stay still in one spot for more than five minutes? all of your other classes behave! they listen! they sit down and shut up and do the packets! so what fucking gives!!!

so you say “fine, since you all HATE ME so much i just won’t teach then!!!” on literally week fucking ten of teaching. and instead of prostrating themselves before you, begging you to like... point at transparencies and read directly from powerpoints i guess.

and they all collectively say “okay” and let the chipmunk child flutter between desks and help them memorize formulas and mnemonic devices and shit. surely her grades will suffer if she’s constantly dealing with other people and you’ll have justification that her horseshit is “distracting” and “a detriment to her studies”. she got bored gave up on that after two days after nothing changed.

then we did the midterm.

except at the end of the exam packet was something we never learned because again, she was going through the book chronologically. because i actually enjoyed the chem book (so much that i stole it when the year was up lmao), i knew the material.

it was about lewis dots/structures. i couldn’t tell you a damn thing about it today but in december 2010 i absolutely knew that shit. i didnt have too much of a problem with it in the exam, but the students who had gotten to that point were complaining and at first she pulled that “you should have been studying independently uwu” shit but the class was about to get loud during exam period so she shushed us and said that when we get to that point, just stop, and she’ll mark it correct during grading, no harm no foul just keep it quiet. one of the more confrontational students called horseshit and said theres no way we’re trusting that and there’s definitely no way anyone will keep an entire classroom cheating at the instruction of the teacher quiet.

i offered to teach it.

she scoffed, rolled eyes, said “sure fine but you can’t get your exam back” and i said “okay.” so when everyone was to the point in the exam, we piled them all on her desk and i used the whiteboard to briefly and quietly explain lewis dots, used the book examples and problems, and helped the other kids understand. there were a couple exam questions that were lifted straight from the book problems so i skipped those. while teaching i realized i had gotten a couple wrong which sucked :( it was an incredibly stupid experience overall, and no teacher worth the paper their certification is printed on would have allowed that to happen. and fucking yet.

anyways everyone but me got their exams back and finished it and many of us passed, only a few of them did particularly well.

discussing the chem exam with friends who also took the chem exam, many students found their anecdote about the lewis dots to be confounding, for you see, the exam we took was not, in fact, the midterm, but the god damned final.

she had us taking the fucking final because she didnt read the fucking folders which read “midterm” and “final exam” on them

she was reprimanded severely and we all had to take the exam on different days, in different classrooms, sitting very far apart. after that she hated me even more. like girl it was your fault lmao i am literally a teenager grow up lol. anyways you can imagine how much more fucking insufferable i became, knowing how miserable she was.

it all came to a head in february when some students were giggling quietly following a minor fuck up on her part regarding bellwork. they were making fun of her like “are you sure thats not tomorrows bellwork lol” and a friend next to me did the “hey i need help wait no miss not you sorry” thing and when i answered him, she solidly snapped. blah blah YOURE SOOOO DISTRACTING blah blah YOU THINK YOURE SOOOO SMART DONT YOU blah blah blah and she was like demanding i leave the room and shouting at the top of her lungs at me “ YOU POISON THE MINDS OF EVERY OTHER STUDENT HERE. YOU’RE POISONOUS VICTORIA, YOU’RE A VIRUS IN THIS CLASSROOM.”

i will never forget that line as long as i live. it was like crack to me. i moved to open the door to leave and the vp opened it first. he escorted me to the office and asked me what happened, then told me to keep my head down in class from now on, and that if i wanted to help my friends i should give them my number and help them out on our own time. i was like “bro thats really stupid” and he was like “thats all we can do right now but i promise we’re working on it”

i lasted the rest of the year giving smug smiles as we did packet after fucking packet for the rest of the year. they were all take-home work. i wasnt comfy giving my number to my enemies. the class camaraderie ended.

the final was altered. my class took a different final than the rest of the normal chem classes.

i started 12th grade and got a solid case of senioritis. i told that story to anyone who would listen. while it was happening, i obviously told my favorite teacher everything as it happened. when i mentioned it senior year he was like “oh yeah i forgot about her,

she was fired over the summer.”

[sardonyxie]

Hockey Pucks and Cricuts

Veterans!ModernAU - Levi Squad Edition

These are simply the result of my imagination during a zoom class (Preschool intervention if I remember correctly) and of some ideas thrown in by my best friend/roommate. Some facts were thought of from canon perspective, but most of them are just our five idiots in our everyday world. Enjoy!

Warning: Rivetra content and some swearing! If it’s not your thing and you want to hate, scroll down and move on. 

English isn’t my first language. If some sentences sound weird or wrong, let me know so I can correct them!

Word count: 1 173

Miche squad is up!

Levi 

(Inspired by this)

- He’s from Canada and speaks French. Nobody (except Mikasa) understands him when he’s cursing the others, but they are still scared shitless. When a stranger is being stupid, he makes sarcastic comments in their face by talking about it in French to Mikasa.

- He’s Mikasa’s cousin, but they might as well consider themselves siblings since they spend a lot of time at each other’s house. Both Kuchel and her younger brother, Mikasa’s father, moved for a better life…

- Introduced Eld to hockey and plays with him. Oruo tagged along one day and also got into it.

- Only lets Gunther sit at the front when he’s driving them all since Petra has horrible music taste, Eld can’t follow directions and Oruo bites is tongue to every bump on the road.

- I consider him as street smart. In this case, he learns languages effortlessly and quickly and knows how to get out of a situation by using that skill (and his fists). Never got below an A for those classes in highschool.

- Even if he doesn’t show it very well, he cares a lot about the others and actually offers the most thoughtful presents out of everyone in the squad. He’s a good listener.

Eld

- Is actually from Australia. He moved in the neighborhood when he was five but still has an accent when he speaks. He is Oruo’s next door neighbor and often goes to his house when he wants a tasty snack.

- Plays hockey and actually prefers winter over summer. He’s always down for hockey nights with the other four when the national league is broadcasting its yearly competition. He’s a very dedicated fan of Trost’s Titans.

- Was the type to put everything from his lunchbox in his sandwich. Apple sauce with a ham and mustard sandwich anyone? He still makes strange food mixes nowadays.

- He’s a great photographer and takes pictures for Petra’s shop. However, he can’t pose and often looks silly in pictures.

- Gunther’s best friend. They are THE unbeatable duo at guessing songs. They know pretty much everything from old music to K-pop.

- Plans every vacation trip even if they go oversea. Something always come up in the schedule, but those moments are the highlight of the trip. Petra and he create a travel book for each expedition, and they document it with pictures and anecdotes.

Petra

-  She’s Carla’s first child from her previous marriage. Her dad was in the army and died on duty when she was little. Zeke is a few months older, and they didn’t like each other at first. Now she tolerates him, but they have very opposite point of views in life which sparks some quarrels during diners.

- Half-German from Carla’s side and she speaks the language too.

- Her best girl friend is Nifa.

- She’s all about stationary stuff! She has a super chic bedroom with a beautifully decorated study area. She owns a Cricut machine and makes custom stuff for her friends. She gets inspiration from the people around her and their interests to create cute collections to sell on her Etsy shop.

- Played volleyball along with Hanji, Nifa, Nanaba, and Lynne, and she still coaches her high school team. (Because she mostly has support/team kills in canon, I think she was the setter and glued the team with her sportsmanship and teamwork.)

- Levi and she were the firsts of their entire group of friends to get together. However, they kept it to each other and their immediate family. The others found out when Eren asked Levi if the Ackermans were still coming over for dinner during lunch one day (dang it Eren!).

Gunther

- Fully German, but he was born in Trost and doesn’t speak the language at all.

- The only one not really into sports, but is still active enough to keep a good shape. He was a baryton saxophone player for the jazz band. That being said, he’s still able to follow hockey nights because he plays NHL on his PlayStation and follows the news.

- Levi excluded, Gunther and Petra are the last two brain cells of the group. They almost always chose each other when they did projects or small work. Out of spite, they once decided to do a team of 4 project with Moblit and Nifa instead of Eld and Oruo and to prove they carry the squad.

- Super popular on social media for some reason?

- Dad of the group since day one. He looks scary sometimes, but he’s just a big softie.

- King of the aux cord. I would trust him with my life.

Oruo

- Scottish Oruo anyone? Somehow has a German accent and tries to pick up ladies by speaking very broken Spanish? Calls himself Mr. Worldwide (will make more sense at the end of the list).

- Is favorite cookie? Oreo. “The company should feel blessed about having a cookie with a name like mine” “Oruo they were made before your parents even thought about conceiving you”.

- Because he’s a competitive little shit, he was also part of the swimming team.

- You know when a potato chip brand does a mystery flavour? He always tries to guess it with Moblit and will spend a ton of money to get the cash prize.

   > The thing is: he hates chips. “Those are an abomination why would you eat those when you have popcorn. As much as I LOVE to clean, they are messy, and the stains are hard to remove from the sofa.”

   > Moblit guesses the mystery flavor right all the time, thus making him the winner of all bets and leaving Oruo a little poorer each time.  

- He cares a lot about his friends, even if it doesn’t show because he insults everyone. HOWEVER! If anyone else tries to insult them, he’s going to throw fists and will make people cry with his insults.

- Tried to get into Harvard just to flex.

   > Newsflash: he didn’t.

- Gelgar and he are the party masters. They know how to throw a mean fiesta, and it’s almost always a huge success.

Rivetra bits

- I feel like their relationship just… happened? They were friends one day and next thing you know they were dating.

- Double dates with Mikenana or Mobuhan.

- Mikasa loves Petra and always reminds Levi to marry her one day. On the other hand, Eren was scared of Levi at first and didn’t understand what his half-sister saw in him, but he changed his mind over time. He can’t see anyone else with his big sister now.

   > On that note, Zeke can’t get over the fact that she chose to date is so called “enemy”.

- They don’t like the attention which is why they haven’t said anything for a very long time.

   > However, the other three had a little idea of what was going on, but they are best friend material and kept the info to themselves.

-  Winter. Wedding. Petra with a long sleeve dress and Levi being handsome as always.

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Do we like it? Do we hate it? What happened to the Ackermans in Canada? The Jäger household dynamic would be nuts!

Please let me know your thoughts! Should I do more of these in this AU?

If you have any other verse idea and would like someone to write it up let me know! 

[outr-banks]

All In || Fic

(Rafe Cameron x Reader)

requested: yes

a/n: anon, you have been served ! we need a little light hearted rafe fic, given that his character on obx is... well you know. also look at my gif !! he looks so cute i just want to cup his face with my hands and kiss him. i’d do anything to make drew smile :’)

In which babysitting during the summer didn’t totally suck. Especially, for the pining older brother.

warning: none, just fluff!

song inspired: chicken by your neighbors

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Summer jobs, truly the worst. Maybe if you were a lifeguard or taught surf lessons to kids it would be a lot more tolerable. But you’re stuck babysitting for a wealthy kook family. It’s not as dreadful as you thought. Wheezie, the youngest of the Cameron family, is probably the most authentic one of them all. As a pogue, you grew up with a natural detest against the kooks, but she wasn’t too bad.

“Could you just let me in?” Your arms fold over one another impatiently waiting to start another day of work.

It’s been two months since you started looking after Wheezie, which means it’s been two months and every five out seven days a week you’ve been inside the Cameron’s residence. Each and every single time Rafe, her older brother, makes your time there a little bit more complicated.

“Are you going to say hi first?” He leans on the doorframe and watches you with a smug look on his face.

“Oh, so you’re one of those boys? Figured.” Your voice remains montonous and his face drops while you push right past him.

“Sup y/n.” Wheezie raises a hand for a high five.

“Sup twerp.” You high five her back.

“What are the plans for today? Are we orchestrating one of the best pranks to exist? I suggest Rafe shall be our victim.” You face Rafe and mock the same smug look he gave you seconds ago.

“Deal.” Wheezie whispers in your ear and returns with a fist bump.

Sure, there’s a natural instinct to hate the kooks, especially kooks like Rafe, but you can’t deny he’s kind of grown on you. There’s been awkward moments between you and him, and sometimes you’ll go home thinking about those same ones. The thought of possibly, dare you even say it, like him, freaks you out.

The majority of the time you spend at the Cameron’s mansion is the living room. And it is to your despair that everyone can just relax there. Rafe casually uses his time doing meaningless things just to spy on you and Wheezie. For what it is, you should be getting paid for two children.

You didn’t understand why Rafe couldn’t simply take care of his younger sister, considering he spends most his days inside the house. You can’t help wondering that it’s odd for a kook to spend their summer indoors. Let alone, indoors with a pogue.

“Hey, Z! Want to take a stroll down by the water?” You shout from the living room.

Whenever Wheezie is in her room you don’t dare to disturb her or even knock, but Ward, her dad, insists you have to take her outside to catch some rays. It’s nice to have Wheezie, or Z as you like to call her, to spend summer evenings with.

“Where we going?” Rafe pops up randomly and takes a seat next to you on the sofa couch.

You’re surprised on how close he is, and a little embarrassed that his shoulder rubbing against yours, excites you. His eyes stare at you and you can’t help but fall under it’s spell.

“I don’t remember asking you.” You manage to break the stare by rolling your eyes. The feeling of his presence near you causes your heart to flutter, and you hate it.

“Uh- what are you two dweebs doing?” Wheezie says from behind the couch. You jump to your feet startled. It feels as if you’ve been exposed.

“I-I was just telling Rafe if he would like to join us on our walk.” Your voice goes up a few octaves.

You look at Rafe and he grins at your defeat.

“Well, okay then. Just don’t be all you know, flirty.” Wheezie shakes her head in disgust and walks away.

You mentally slap yourself at your weakness under Rafe’s deceitful, good looks.

It’s a bit chilly out. The sun and it’s warmth says its goodbye as sunset begins. The outer bank winds blow through the air. Your eyes close at the peaceful sound of waves crashing.

“It’s nice right?” A quite annoying voice hums. You almost forgot Rafe was trailing behind quietly.

Your eyes squint in disturbance and your expressions fall flat, “it was.”

Wheezie had run up ahead collecting shells across the wet sand minding her own buisness, as should her brother.

“I don’t get it, why do you hate me so much?” Rafe walks alongside you and becomes silent for an answer.

“Hmm let’s see Rafe, I’m a pogue and you’re a kook. You bother my friends and now you’re bothering me too.” Out of frustration, you walk away from him.

Pulling your sweater tighter against your body for warmth as the cold and frigid air gushes through you, Rafe rushes to meet you.

“I-I’ve been meaning to ask you something.” Rafe tries to speak to you, but you walk faster.

His hand grabs your arm to stop you from taking anymore steps.

An eyebrow lifts, “what?” Your arms cross while you look at Rafe who’s experiencing a difficulty mustering up any words.

“Spill it Cameron.” Your eyebrows pull in together and you sigh.

“You’re going to hate me for this.” Rafe unexpectedly grabs your face and crashes his lips into yours.

At first you don’t move, you can’t even comprehend the action, nor the feeling. But you give in, and absorb him. His tongue asks for permission to enter your mouth, and you allow it. A fiery feeling erupts in your stomach and you simply can’t ignore that in fact, you’re all in.

Rafe pulls away, leaving you wanting more of his taste and out of breath. Your lips are a bit sore and you lightly graze them with your hand, feeling his impulsive action. His eyes meet with yours and you can’t look away. You try to come up with words, but for the first time you’re left speechless.

“I-I’ve been trying to tell you that I like you, y/n. And if i’m being honest, I don’t know how I fell for you but I did. I’ve never seen anyone as beautiful as you, or tests me, I even found myself wanting to most my days at home just to see you.” His eyes won’t leave from yours. He tucks a strand of your hair that keeps blowing from the wind behind your ear. His words are music to your ears, and all you can do is smile.

“I knew this was going to happen, should’ve told Dad to have grandma babysit me.” Wheezie complains, interrupting the moment.

“I-I uh, Wheezie! Rafe was just trying help get sand out of my eye.” Nerves trace behind your voice and you step away to put distance between you and Rafe.

“Sure.” Z rolls her eyes and runs off to play with the sand.

You can’t process what just happened and it’s frustrating that you still haven’t found the words to say to the boy you’ve developed feelings for. Your footsteps make a decision for you, as they begin to move away from him.

“I want to ask you out!” Rafe shouts from behind you. He jumps in front of you, stopping you in your tracks.

“Rafe I-I don’t know what you want me to say!” You raise your voice accidentally with a small cry.

“I want you to say yes!” His arms extend outward in desperation.

“I don’t want to lose my job. I need it Rafe.” You can’t risk losing the only good paying job out there.

“I understand, but you don’t work on weekends.” His eyes wander all around trying to catch yours.

“Please, y/n we can just try. You don’t have to say you’re all in, give me a chance. Give us a chance.” Your arms fall to your sides and tilt your head in defeat.

The idea of kook and pogue macking seriously wasn’t it, but you and Rafe macking, that does. You can’t deny what’s going on and it’d be foolish of you if you did.

“Rafe, I like you!” You exclaim. It’s like a weight has been lifted off your shoulders, and you can finally admit your forbidden feelings.

Rafe closes the distance and his lips fall into yours once again, this time slowly but all at once. He gently pulls you in closer to him, so close you can feel his heart pounding against your chest. His aroma entices you and it’s truly such a splendid experience.

His lips detach from yours, “are you free this Saturday?”

A grin creeps behind your lips, “I happen to be off of work.” Rafe rolls his eyes with a smile before placing another gentle kiss on your lips. This is something you definitely can get used to doing.

You weren’t sure what the both of you had in store for the future, but you knew you’re all in.

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the kids rage (they hurt)

A little something I wrote for @rawrkinjd and @tumbleweedtech. ‘Cause we need more fics of the first generation of Witchers. In this:

Erland is 10 (founder of the School of the Griffin)

Arnaghad is 9 (founder of the School of the Bear).

(Words tagged with *’s have footnotes). 

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The boy is big. Looking at his muscled arms and wide shoulders, Erland would think him intimidating, if not for their circumstances. Next to the fancily dressed Sorcerer, whose voice dripped honey when he asked Erland about his health, the boy feels like the smaller threat.

Erland is good at catching threats. As the nightly lookout of a Skelligen ship he needed to develop keen senses less he became a smear on the deck by the arms of a kraken or beaks of harpies. Not a fortnight ago he sliced that fucker Elisedd* good because he caught him trying to steal his carefully hidden dried fruits. They were his favourites, Freya take him. It’s just his luck that Vanja wasn’t pleased with his reasoning.

Erland shifts his grip on his handaxe, feeling the ache in his knuckles and catching his blurry reflection in the shine of the weapon. That might be the reason Vanja sold him, come to think of it. But again, his mother was never fond of him. Would have punted him off the side of the ship to the sirens were he not better used as a deckhand.

Would his life be any different, now that he’s out of her sight? Erland doesn’t know, but as he looks at the assortment of kids, his blood boils. Most look scared, acting like tralls* on a leash, drawn within themselves. That can’t be his future.

His slitted eyes meet the dark gaze of the boy. Dark brown simmers with the same quiet rage that brews in Erland’s chest. Erland makes a show of hooking his axe to his hip. The boy follows the motion with keen eyes. His fingers twitch into fists. Erland slows his steps to get a little distance between the group, the boy following suit.

Their sides brush. “We sneak away from the camp when the moon is at its zenith,” he proposes quietly. He feels under scrutiny, but keeps his gaze on the mage’s back.

The boy’s murmur is thick with an accent Erland can’t identify. “Sooka*. I am not running.”

Erland has to stifle the urge to roll his eyes. Freya protect him. “Not running! Gòrach*. Fighting.” He mimes it in the air, a fist lashing out to hit an invisible foe.

The boy snorts so loud a girl looks back from the group questioningly. He bumps his shoulder into Erland hard enough that he almost staggers. “Koorosau*,” he nods, and rejoins the group.

That night the Sorcerer draws a circle around their camp. Erland watches as it flashes a yellow semi-globe around them, than the effect disappears altogether.

“What does it do?” he asks Alzur. A girl next to him curls into herself defensively.

The Sorcerer hums thoughtfully. “Just a little precaution. There are many beasts wandering around here.” His smile flashes white from his well-groomed beard. “I wouldn’t want you to get hurt.”

When Erland was five, they escorted a merchant from one island to the mainland. He had a way with words that he never heard before. Erland called it shadow tongue, because you always had to look behind the words to understand their true meaning.

Now, looking at Alzur’s pleasant face, Erland thinks that the mage knows shadow tongue too. He imagines that what the Sorcerer actually means here is this: “It’s a precaution, so you wouldn’t escape. I don’t want you hurt because I want to use you.”

Waves take him. Erland swiftly surveys the range of the circle. Luckily it’s big enough that they can still have a scuffle if they are careful.

The mage proceeds to magic a fire, blankets and hearty meal for them then retreats to his cozy-looking tent. Erland lays down with his back to the fire, maiming sleep. The low chatter slowly quiets down as the kids nod of.

The sky is clear, and the waxing moon gives a low light. Erland slowly sits up, and he sees the boy follow. The beads in the boy’s long, braided hair click quietly.

They make their way behind the tent out of sight. Erland lifts his fists, shifting into a stance that he learned on the ship. He leaves the axe on his hip as the other raises his own.

“Rules?” he asks.

“No rules,” the boy grins, surging forward.

Erland sidesteps him nimbly, knowing better than to take the brunt of strength like that. He puts out a feet to trip him instead, letting the other’s momentum do the work. The boy catches himself in time before he eats dirt, swiveling back to protect his back.

“Rules?” Erland asks again.

The boy measures him, then spits onto the ground. “Fine. No weapons, no permanent injury, first one to tap out loses,” he rattles off as he reaches into his leathers and discards two pocketknives to the side. Erland leaves his handaxe with the sharp things.

The moment his axe drops, the boy is on him. Erland’s fist meets the boy’s kidney, as his head snaps to the side by the force of a hit. Adrenalin surges in his veins and he tongues the split in his mouth. He takes a step back, lets the boy chase him as he delivers swift strikes to his stomach and sides.

He has to play this smart; he can’t win this by sheer force. The boy is taller and wider than him, but he’s used to these kind of odds. He brought down bigger men before.

Another fist comes for his neck and this time Erland grabs onto the arm and pulls. The boy clearly didn’t expect that, as he flails with the other arm ineffectively. Erland’s knee meets the boy’s stomach, and the air whistles out of tightly clenched teeth. Not to be outdone, the boy turns his head and bites into the meat of a shoulder.

Erland curses and grabs onto the boy’s hair, tugging on it non-too-gently, but the little tick is stuck for good. Giving it up, Erland curls an arm around the boy’s neck, trying to smother him. This time it’s the boy who trips him and Erland lands on his back, the other’s weight bearing down. He’s momentarily stunned and it gives enough time for the boy to straddle him. Erland puts up his arms just in time to shield from a blow, then another.

In the heat of the moment Erland sees only one option that ends with him coming out top.

He knees the boy in the balls.

The boy’s voice cracks high. “Blyaat*!” Curling up he falls off of Erland onto his side.

Erland takes a moment to breathe. “That wasn’t in the rules,” he points out, feeling defensive and a little ashamed.

The boy laughs roughly, and turns to face him. A lopsided smile stretches his lips. “You’re alright,” he extends his hand and Erland clasps his forearm uncertainly, the way he saw warriors do. “I am Arnaghad.”

“Erland,” he offers, than adds belatedly, a little sour. “Of Larvik.”

“Well, that’s touching,” comes a voice from behind them. The boys turn as if burnt. Alzur has his back to a tree, arms crossed as he watches them with bemused interest. Erland darts a quick glance to the line of circle; in their tussle they forgot about it, and now the line is broken.

Alzur smiles at him knowingly. “I didn’t appreciate the abrupt wake-up call, but you put on such a good show I might just forgive you.”

Arnaghad mutters something in his mother tongue and Alzur answers in the same language, sharp and curt. Then he says, dismissive, “Regardless, I don’t want to catch you pummeling each other. This kind of behaviour is not tolerated and will be punished were you to repeat it. Now go back to sleep.”

As the boys go to collect their weapons Erland catches Alzur musing under his breath. “Good batch. You might just make it.”

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Stars in order:

Elisedd: Gaelic name, meaning “kind”. The irony amused me.

Trall: Skelligen, meaning slave

Sooka: Butchered Russian, ‘suka’ means bitch

Gòrach: Old gaelish, meaning stupid

Koorosau: Butchered Russian, ‘khorosho’ means okay

Blyaat: Butchered Russian, ‘blyat’ means fuck

[ayatosmlktea]

Hi I’m here to bug you again lol. Can I get Eren with a s/o that breaks her arm? So like it’s someone’s birthday and the whole 104th is partying and she breaks her arm like Zane does from the Vlog Squad? I just came across that video and thought it would be interesting. Thank you have a nice day!

A/N: Just so you know I’m extremely squeamish about anything that has to do with veins and bones breaking so…feel special that I rewatched the clip multiple times to get it right for you :)

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“Ohmygod guysssss” Y/N slurred her voice just barely audible over the loud music blaring throughout the club. Most of them were pretty tipsy but Y/N had gone all out, school was a constant pain in her ass and Eren’s birthday gave her the perfect opportunity to get shit faced.

“I just really *hic* love you guys so much!” She choked out between hiccups, Eren snickered while brushing h/c hair out of her sweaty face. Their group was used to Y/N being the emotional drunk, more often than not sobbing into her fries at the end of the night as she repeatedly told her friends how much she loved them.

“We love you tooooo!” Sasha cooed back, also piss drunk. Eren hadn’t drank that much, even though it was his birthday he was having more fun watching Y/N squish Jean’s face between her tiny hands.

“You know your face doesn’t really look like a horse right?” She asked with genuine concern completely ignoring the look of stupor on the blond’s face making Eren bark out a harsh laugh at how unfiltered his girlfriend was.

“Eren talks about you sooo much! I think he’s a little gay for you” Y/N whispered loud enough for their entire group to hear laughing at the mirrored expressions of horror on their faces.

“Okay babe I think you’ve had enough to drink” the brunette says pulling his girlfriend away from Jean who refused to look at him.

“I’m hungry” Sasha whines leaning her head against Connie’s shoulder.

“You’re always hungry” Mikasa retorts side eyeing her friend. No one could ever tell when Mikasa was drunk, her cheeks were flushed pink but her attitude remained the same. There was only one time they’d ever seen her wasted and ever since then they’d tried to recreate it but Mikasa’s tolerance was by far the highest of the group and everyone else was usually passed out before then.

“Baaaabe I’m hungry too” Y/N pouts flashing Eren the puppy eyes that worked on his every single time. In all honesty they were starving, not having eaten anything before heading out to the club for the night.

“I think they have that new spicy chicken sandwich at KFC, we should go there” Historia giggles.

“Oh my god that’s Burger King, dumbass” Marco shoots back, using Jean’s knee to unsuccessfully steady himself while pointing his finger in Historia’s direction.

“Wow you’re all so uncultured.” Sasha rolls her eyes “it’s fucking Popeyes” Snickering at her insignificant victory Connie high fives her while she meets his palm with a fist bump.

“I want chicken nuggets!” Y/N declares loudly standing up too fast making her stumble over her heels. Eren grips her arm to keep her from falling while she bobs her head to the beat of bad romance.

“I guess we’re going to get nuggets” Eren chuckles sliding his arm around Y/N’s waist providing more support for her unstable legs.

The cool night air was refreshing after being in that sweaty club for the past couple of hours. The girls had formed their own group walking in front of their boyfriends, dragging Marco along with them as usual.

“So Jaeger, you’re gay for me huh?” Jean smirks making Eren gag in response.

“Sorry bro you’re not my type. I’m not into beastiality” Connie let out an ugly laugh, the alcohol making him louder than usual. Jean was about to retort when Y/N suddenly jumped into Eren’s arms. While he hadn’t had enough to drink to get drunk he was still pretty tipsy. Y/N’s constant shifting over her body weight in his arms was making him dizzy.

“Babe I’m going to drop you!”

“Nooooo you’re so strong Eren! It’s fine” She giggled before throwing herself a little too far over his arms. Ymir had pulled her phone out the second Y/N had jumped into her boyfriend’s arms knowing it was going to end disastrously. Unable to keep his own balance Eren’s grip loosened around her body causing her to fall forward onto the sidewalk. The sound of her bone popping had everyone’s stomach churning. Y/N seemed too drunk to notice that her arm had twisted at an inhumane angle. However it seemed to snap Eren out of his alcoholic state.

“Oh my god, babe are you okay?” Bending down to her level he tried not to gag at the awkward position of her elbow.

“It hurts” she mumbled, the alcohol suppressing the amount of pain she should have been feeling.

“I’m gonna call an ambulance” Mikasa stated.

“I cannot believe I got that on video!” Ymir’s delighted smile was wiped off as Historia jabbed her elbow into her girlfriend’s ribs sharply.

“She could have died Ymir be nice!”

“You guys are idiots” Jean muttered.

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