#im not too angry with it though! it looks alright! so im stopping while im ahead

[dromaeo-sauridae]

light... study... practice... thing

[luveline]

spencer one shot where he’s angry at somebody else [bc he so does look so kissable when he’s angry >:(] maybe someone at one of the precincts they’re working at said something rude about r and he defends u and maybe he gets a lil kiss <3

im thinking “this is calm and it’s doctor” vibes bc that scene does things to me 😭

ty for requesting ♡ fem, 1.1k

cw for sexual harassment

"Jesus," Spencer says, rushing to stand behind you as you bend over. 

"Mm?" you hum. You're fishing for your dropped change unsuccessfully by the precinct vending machines. "They have your chips, did you see?" 

"Your pants are ripped," Spencer says, hand ghosting your thigh. 

"What?" you ask, shooting up. You turn on the spot to hide, hand leaping back. You feel at the seam. "Where?" 

"Top of your thigh." 

"Shit, really? Can you see my–" 

"Yeah," he says, meeting your wide eyes while you locate the rip. "How did you do that?" He laughs. 

"Don't laugh!" you demand, though you're giggling as you do, hand covering your thigh and the bottom of your butt inefficiently. 

"Do you want my jacket?" 

"Don't cover it up, toots." 

You and Spencer both blink. There's a crowd of grinning beat cops by the door of the cafeteria who've obviously witnessed your misdemeanour. "Toots?" Spencer asks. 

"Sorry, boys, that's the end of the show," you say with a grin. Not because you particularly enjoy having been oggled, but it's always been like this. Men will always make weird comments to you, and you've learned to play nice until they're out of your jurisdiction. 

"Turn back around," one says bravely, though you aren't sure which one. 

Spencer stands in front of you subtly. "Do you know that thirty eight percent of women experience sexual harassment in the workplace?" he asks, quick but measured. "Thirty eight percent, but I'm sure a much smaller number of those women are federal agents, and a smaller number again have the capacity to break your arm. I've seen her give serial killers radial fractures. I've seen her do worse." 

"We were just messing around," one says. 

"No need to get defensive," says another. "Don't get mad, boy." 

"I am defensive, but I'm not mad."

His tone attracts the attention of a precinct sergeant who barks at them to stop messing around and get back to work. "Were they bothering you?" he asks after they've filtered out with their heads down. 

"No," you say swiftly. "Everything's fine." 

Spencer frowns, worse when the sergeant leaves, turning to you to take your hand. A few weeks ago at a company picnic, when the sun was high and your spirits comparatively lower, you'd apologised to him for flirting. You love to flirt and especially with him, puppy eyed Spencer with his head of brown hair and his big brain, but some of the team suggested you were taking it too far. You apologised, but Spencer didn't really get what you were saying sorry for and took your hand to lead you out of the sun. He protects you. 

"You okay?" he asks. 

"I'm fine." 

"You sure?" His voice fries. 

"I'm sure," you say. His hand is an interesting thing on yours. He has long, long fingers that seem to possess their own willpower, moving even as they're sewn through yours. "I don't know what to do about my pants." 

Spencer's eyebrows pinch together. "Well, I'll take care of that. I'll find you something. I can't believe those as–" 

"Oh," you interrupt, taking your hand back in want of a better thing to hold, his cheek a mix of soft and scratchy against your palm. "You're still mad." 

"I'm not mad," he insists, though eventually he relents, "Alright, I'm angry that they'd think it was okay to objectify you." 

"What else?" you ask, letting your voice drop in pitch, the sound smooth as angora silk. 

"I'm thinking about if I hadn't been here." 

"I can protect myself," you murmur, endeared by the heat in his gaze. "You said it yourself, handsome. Radial fractures." 

"You shouldn't have to." 

"We both already know that," you say, the side of your hand slipping down his cheek reverently. He squints gently, his lashes dark triangles, his irises a browned sugar. His jaw clenches under your touch. "You're handsome." 

"Right now?" he asks dryly. 

"Are you handsome right now?" 

"Are you really flirting with me right now?" 

"Why wouldn't I be?" You draw a line under his ear whisper soft to curl a longer strand of his hair around the tip. "You look hot when you're winning." 

"What did I win?" he asks, like he doesn't want to know. 

You grin at him, stickying. "Would you like an itemised list?" you ask, rising on tiptoes to speak into the shell of his ear. "What do you think you deserve, handsome? For such a fearless defence?" 

He's not immune to your whims, but he is used to them, planting his hands on your shoulders to ease you back on sure footing. "I don't want anything. I'll always defend you." 

"Can I give you a small token of my gratitude, at least?" 

His pinking cheeks practically emanate heat. "We don't have time for this," he says regretfully, "I still have to find you a coverup." 

"Just a small token," you say. 

He hums and haws. "Alright. Okay, whatever you want." 

"You sure?" 

He nods once, his jaw working with something unsaid. You touch his neck, fingertips trailing along the underside of his jaw until you're sure it's what he wants before you brace your hands behind his head and press a chaste kiss to his cheek, close enough that the corner of his lips align with yours but don't overlap. His neck is hot in your hands, his hair soft, his breath hooking as you lift your lips just a touch and your nose digs into his cheek. "Thank you, Spencer," you whisper. 

He pulls you closer. 

You shudder as his hand presses into the small of your back, wondering what it is he wants to do. His fingers spread. Your thoughts turn to white noise. Like he can sense it, he breathes out and steps away, but any sense of urgency is gone. 

"As much as I might tease, I really do need some pants," you say. "I'm not very interested in anyone else seeing my panties today." 

He rushes off to find you something and you press the backs of your fingers to your cheeks, feeling the heat there with a resigned embarrassment. He has no idea how much power he has over you, in his stony anger and his eager reception. The phantom of his hand warms your back until he returns, his sweater in hand. "Sorry, this is it." 

"If you want me to wear your clothes, just say so." 

"Hotch is pretty pissed at us." 

"Ah," you sigh, tying his sweater around your waist, "another day in paradise, baby." 

[kagamesayu]

shidou ryusei x bimbo!reader

c/w . implied female reader, implied smut, fluff, shidou ryusei is crazy for you wc: 1 k a/n . shidou ryusei my beloved. literally obsessed with his crazy ass ugh <3 reblogs and comments appreciated ✧*.

pt 1, pt 2

imagine...

shidou who loves every bit of you. your short pink skirt that shows off your panties every time you jump around, your too tight shirts that show off your body and the way you make him feel like the smartest person in the world.

like - no baby, pikachu is not a real animal.

you bounce off each others energies so well, your dynamic is literally popular jock x popular cheerleader. he'd be at games and look for you in the stands, pointing and blowing kisses in your direction. and you'd return them in fervor, shaking your 'ryu-baby you can do it!!!' sign that was decorated with pink glitter and cut-out hearts.

he once flashed his tits to you while sticking his tongue out. you'd almost returned the favour but your friend stopped you. truly lucky for everyone, cause if you had done that ryusei would , firstly, destroy every camera in that stadium and then give everyone concussions because nobody but him could look at your bahonkers.

shidou who adores how your hands look in his. your acrylic nails that leave a delicious sting whenever they touch him beautifully contrast his own dull short nails that you manicured yourself.

"babe you need to look after your nails! at the very least let me paint a base coat!" you'd pout at him, fluttering your pretty eyelashes at him while holding his hands close to your chest.

usually when you went out together he'd hold you by the waist, but every time you get new acrylics he'd hold you by your hands. he loves playing with your nails, feeling the new textures you'd gotten.

he'll let you paint his nails too, makes you promise to get your painted the colour of his tip.

shidou who tells everyone about his beautiful partner. at this point, everybody in the world knew you were together, with how obnoxious he was about your relationship. in every interview he's able to bring you up. doesn't matter if no one asked him, he'll talk about you.

and he almost always gives them a little too much info.

"what i think of the other team? think they all suck. saw one of them lookin' at m' doll and i was gonna knock 'im out! i mean - i get it. they're fuckin' hot but they're mine."

"o-ok, well-"

"ya'll know about us right? i'm taken by her," he shows a polaroid picture of you he put on the back of his phone. "and she's mine. she's so cute too, almost sued dog treat companies cause she thought they were made from actual dogs."

"yes, let's move on-"

"and look - she painted my nails. painted them the colour of m' eyes."

"alright that's cute-"

"she painted hers the colour of my tip-"

"ANYWAYS."

shidou who loves doing makeup with you. yes he only has to do eyeliner, but he loves distracting talking to you while you get yourself ready to go out.

he absolutely adores helping you put on lip gloss. he has you seat on his lap, a hand holding your jaw while the other holds the applicator. he definitely steals a few kisses first though. wets your lips he says and you just nod along, too dumb to realise that the lip gloss does that for you.

that doesn't mean he doesn't kiss you after applying the gloss though. after making you smack your lips together he dives in like he's going for a goal, sucking and biting your bottom lip. you'd get so angry cause you'll have to clean your makeup up, but he doesn't care too much. he'll just sit there, pink smeared over his lips as you fret over your appearance.

he also loves when you help him draw on his eyeliner. he'll have his chin pressed on your fantastic titties, one of your hands on the back of his head as the other held the liner.

when this happens his eyes always seem to take in your features. the wrinkle of your eyebrows or the way your mouth is slightly open, he loves looking at you.

shidou who has to be pulled back by you every time he gets into a fight. it could be for any reason. they were looking at him funny, they were looking at you periodt, they were getting too close, anything and everything gets him riled up. especially if it involves you. his special little doll he loves so much.

he's got to protect what is his after all.

you'd hold him from behind both hands on his chest as you try to pull him away. "baby they're not worth your time!"

"those fuckers called ya dumb doll! ain't no fuckin' way i'd let that slide!" only he was allowed to call you that. he's growling, dangerous smirk on his face as the veins on his arms and neck stand up. this, you think, is when he's the most sexy.

the only way to stop him is to direct his anger into a different place.

you step closer, pressing your plush breasts against his back, the hand on his chest sliding up to his neck as the other moved to hold his shoulder.

"mm...but baby it's getting really hot here, and i really really want you." you stand on your tippy toes, pouted lips pressing against his ear as you whisper into his it.

his anger almost fully vanishes, gone with the guys who 'insulted' you. now his anger changes to something else, something more...dangerous.

to you, that is. cause you won't be walking for the next few days.

shidou who after tussles with people, lets you nurse him back to health. loves when you play doctor cause he get's all of your attention to himself.

doesn't matter if it's a bruise or if its his cut up knuckles, you tend to all his injuries with loving care. of course, you don't really know what your'e doing but it's the thought that counts! and he won't stop you when you use cute kuromi plasters on his wounds.

yes they are glittery, and pink and cutesy. yes everyone at training talks about how lovesick he looks when he stares at his fingers. but does he care? no.

[serejae]

ID NEVER FIND SOMEONE LIKE YOU | BND

pairing : bnd x reader

genre : fluff

WHAT ! - summer love with bnd. TW: loser bnd

w.c : 1409

for this anon :) | @onedoornet

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SUNGHO :

sungho was at the carnival with woonhak after woonhak begged him to go.

“stop being a old man and come with me” woonhak begged as he tugged on sunghos shirt and that was sunghos last straw

you can offer him money, threaten him, but DO NOT call him old.

so now he was waiting in line for the basketball game as woonhak enjoyed his cotton candy, glaring at woonhak he looked up and saw you with your friends who were pointing at him as you stared. as you both made eye contact your lips quirked upwards and so did his, you were beautiful how could he not?

as the line progressed woonhak kept dragging sungho up not knowing what the old man was distracted in, sungho then realized it was their turn to play so he started to shoot the basketballs in order to impress you taking slight glances to see if you were looking. the younger boy put two and two together and realized what was going on.

woonhak turned over to you and yelled

“hey! he likes you” while pointing at sungho making sungho loose a bit of grip on the basketball but he caught it

mumbling a “shut up” to woonhak, woonhak rolled his eyes as he turned back to face sungho as he ate his cotton candy

“i like him too!”

sungho and woonhak turned their head IMMEDIATELY.

“me?” sungho shouted to you

“yes you!” you shouted back

BONK

he didnt pay attention when looking at you and didnt realize he was simultaneously shooting the basketball and as a result of not watching his movements the basketball hit him straight to the head

he held his head as he walked away from the game while woonhak ran to get ice

“are you okay?” you asked making him look up

gosh he was going to pass out

you kneeled down to get a better look at him making his breath hitch

“i like you”

“what?”

“go out with me”

RIWOO :

(imagine icecream worker riwoo…)

riwoo dreaded each summer, he hated going to the sticky and barely insulated ice cream shop he worked at during the summer. but he knew he needed the money to save up for his getaway trip.

the weeks went by normally, boring, angry parents, annoying kids, until you

his eyes perked up as he watched you watch towards the shop and silently hoped that you would order something instead of walking past. riwoo adjusted his shirt and checked his looks through the mirror before turning back to see you standing in front of him making his breath hitch

“uh, how can i help you?” he said trying to keep his voice steady

“can i get a scoop of strawberry please?” you asked making him go heart eyed. your voice was so heavenly

“yeah sure…thats my favorite!” riwoo smiled as he scooped. he was lying

his favorite was that alien flavor they only sell at his shop (but you didnt need to know that)

as he handed you the ice cream he purposely slightly touched your hand while smiling before ringing you up

“alright can i get your number?”

“my number? for what?”

“oh its needed for points…”

“ah i dont think ill come back, i dont go out for ice cream often-“

“please put your number in.”

as you told him your number he smiled writing it down

“arent you suppose to put it into the ipad or something?” you called him out making his eyes go wide

“oh yeah, totally” he coughed as he leaned on the counter slightly tripping pressing random buttons into the ipad

“if you wanted to ask-“ you were then cut off

“lets go out.”

JAEHYUN :

(LMAOOO IM CACKLING)

he didnt know how he got here, but his uncle scored him a job as a mascot for a furniture company. but he cant lie though he enjoyed the job….

jaehyun stood outside waving the banner that waved to the store spinning it around while dancing dressed up as a couch. he was having the time of his life singing songs about the store that he made up while freestyling dances. but as soon as he saw you across the street he froze, jaehyun ran his hand through his hair while clearing his throat trying to act nonchalant after embarrassing himself infront of a baddie. he then saw you walking across the street to him making him panic so his first response was to turn around while using the sign to cover his head

he felt a tap on his shoulder making him wince a bit before he turned around and saw you. for a second he thought he got ran over and died because gosh, you were gorgeous.

“excuse me, i think your signs facing the wrong way…” you laughed

jaehyun looked down and his sign was in fact facing the wrong way. it wasn’t facing the pizzahut rather than the furniture store

“ah silly me” he laughed scratching his head “maybe thats a sign we need to get pizza together”

shit

that came out smoother then expected

laughing at his charm you walked away, when you suddenly heard him call for you

“cmon! im not that bad, lets get pizza!”

-

so now you were sitting infront of a couch with cut out for jaehyuns face where he smiles proudly as he spoke

summer maybe wasnt going to be boring after all….

TAESAN :

taesan sat on the beach reading his book with his headphones in while every so often looking up at the people around the beach. when he turned he saw you laying on your beach towel reading a book while listening to music the same way he was

the way the sunsets light beamed on you from every angle made him stare. its not like he meant to but he couldnt help it

everything about you made him curious

did you do this often?

what were you reading?

what were you listening to?

how fast can he make you his partner?

woah there.

just then you sat up and looked over at him making his cheeks go red at the embarrassment of being caught. he looked back down at his book and tried his best to ignore you

“hey”

dont look up.

dont respond.

ignore.

ignore.

ig-

“hey” taesan said looking over at you

gosh you were even prettier when he got a full view of your face

“what are you listening to?” you asked looking down at his phone connected to his headphones

he quickly turned his phone on to check the song

“black star, radiohead” he smiled slightly

“i love them!” you smiled back

okay now u were fr the love of his life

“really?”

“yeah im listening to glass eye right now” you said showing him your phone

you both scooted closer to each other and slowly through the conversation

books were forgotten

he took out his headphones

you took out yours

and it was just you two with the sunset painting you both

LEEHAN :

leehan was browsing for a new friend for his fishes

this placed was his new home, all the staff knew him

they knew his name

his fishes name

his-

he didnt know you.

as soon as he walked in he noticed you standing at the cash register organizing some stuff, but couldn’t recognize you.

were you new?

he didnt know much about you but knew you were a angel. you looked like the epitome of a perfect fish tank in a human form

so as he browsed the tanks he kept taking small looks at you through the tanks wondering if he should go up to you

now you, very concerned see a man (very handsome one) staring at you repeatedly through the glass not knowing it makes his eyes and face look weird. so it was kinda funny seeing his eyes go big then small and his face go wide to a v shape through the glass

after leehan picked his fish buddy he went up to you to collect his human buddy

“can i get the corydora in the tank in the back?” he asked softly

you nodded and grabbed your supplies while walking to the back. he pointed at the fish he wanted and watched you scoop it into the bag

“you like fish?” he asked

you paused at the question

“a little i guess”

“well i like you”

“WHAT?”

“HUH?”

[sanaexus]

short n' sweet- prologue

after winning the U20 vs Bluelock match 28th January 2019, 11:48pm __________________

rin was pissed, beyond pissed, he was frustrated, angry but mainly disappointed. he failed to get sae to recognize him. again. he was shaken out of his thought when you ran up to him hugging him.

"rin!! you won. bro said nah he'd win and actually won!" you arms were wrapped around him what was this sudden feeling in his chest? it felt...comforting? your giggles were ringing through his ears and your perfume was so sweet. why was this hug different? he's hugged so many times, why was this time any different?

"rin? rinrin? with this treasure i summon the" you pulled away looking up at his face, it looked sad and angry but confused? you wondered what was going on behind those gorgeous eyes. wait what? gorgeous eyes? when did you start feeling that way about him?

your voice snapped him out of his thoughts, "yeah, we won" he sounded uninterested and bored.

"oh come on! cheer up a little you just won one of the most important matches of your career so far, you could be a little happy you know.." you tried you best to comfort him but you doubted it would work

"happy for what? that isagi was the one chosen by sae? that isagi is the hope of japanese football? is that was you want me to be happy about?" shit. he didn't mean to snap, he really didn't but it just came out he wanted to apologize but before he could you cut him off.

"okay why the fuck are you taking out your anger on me? i came all the way from madrid just for you and that's how you wanna talk to me? fuck off" fuck he messed up didn't he?

while walking away you bumped into this guy with a weird haircut who you recognized was bachira, rin had mentioned him before, he was the guy who had a monster right?

"oh sorry i didn't mean oh wait you're uhh bachira right? amazing plays man! you were so cool out there!" you complimented the taller male which made him blush, he was cute that was no doubt.

"yeahh thank youu WAIT YOU'RE Y/N RIGHT? LIKE THE STREAMER Y/N? HOLY FUCKING SHIT IM A HUGE FAN!"

"y-yeah, please quite down a little i'm y/n i don't wanna attract any unwanted attention"

"oh oops sorry i got a bit silly, can i have your number?" he was smiling like a small kid it was hard to not melt, but you only met this guy, but he looked harmless what's the worst that could happen?

"yeah sure it's xxx-xxx-xxx"

"cool thank you! you're rin's friend right?"

"yeah, good friends i've known him since i was in diapers so i guess so, wait how'd you know?"

"i saw you talking to him, is everything alright by the way? you look a bit off"

"just a small argument with rin it's nothing"

"he's a silly little fella he'll come around he's just on his periods probably"

that made you giggle, "yeah probably" bachira was really nice a bit odd but he was a really sweet guy, you were questioning why rin called him weird but rin thinks everyone is weird right?

"anyways i'll text you i need to go catch up with my team it was really nice meeting you though!"

"you too bachira, i'll see you around"

walking away you got a notification on your phone you have been added to "lvl 100 rizzlers"

oh what the fuck?

lvl 100 rizzlers

xxx-xxxx-xxx recognize this number mr edgelord

rinrin oh you fucker

xxx-xxxx-xxx who the fuck is that baxhira?

xxx-xxxx-xxx is it a female? FCUKIGN FINALLY

xxx-xxxx-xxx challenge: otoya try to stop being horny (NIT CLOCKBAUT GONE WRONG😱😱)

"oh so are they in love or they not in love?"  -bachira

will rin accept his feelings for you? or will he keep denying it? will you realise that maybe your feelings aren't one sided? only time, situations and his " friends" will tell.

the text from now on will be image wise and not actually typed out (?) if that makes sense

[https-wildchaos]

Jacob Custos/Male reader, when Jake realizes he isn't as straight as he thought and drums up the courage to ask his crush out

a/n;; im gonna be honest this is such a really good idea oh em gee!! (i think this is a really short one for a good concept but if you guys really like it I can make more parts)

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the quarry jacob custos x male reader

“ Anxious Revelation ”

Jacob was always one of the popular jocks that only talked to his male friend group and occasionally with some girls on highschool but he didn't really date girls very often he was usually only playing football or rugby so he was pretty confused about what feelings he had for you.

Jacob had pulled Kaitlyn towards the campfire while nobody was there, he scratched his head as he looked at Kaitlyn who eyed him up and down, loosing her patience while Jake tried to find words to explain his situation. — "i think I like m/n..." he said with an awkward look on his face as he stared at Kaitlyn which looked surprised. "are you really dropping this information on me without explaining? what are you? our highschool teacher?" he looked back at her before his smile dropped, he sighed and got up from the log. " nevermind, you won't help." he said, looking annoyed before Kaitlyn pulled him onto the log again. "no no no wait, calm down now Tom Brady, explain me stuff before you walk away like an angry kid." she'd say before Jacob rolled his eyes. "well I feel something you know... like... weird whenever I talked with him." he said unable to explain it properly "that's why you didn't date any of the girls..." Kaitlyn mumbled before scratching her chin then snapping her fingers with a smile "ask him out!" she'd say before Jacob looked at her with a confused look on his face"what? no? i don't even like him dude! I mean I might.. but still! dudes can't kiss dudes!" Jacob said, still in denial " I didn't say nothing about kissing but okay, you'll be a happy little homosexual couple." Kaitlyn said with a neutral expression on her face, so close to laughing out loud but she tried to keep a straight face. "this is why I don't tell you stuff." he said with a scoff before walking away.

You were telling the kids bug facts under the tree that stayed in the middle of the cabin while Jacob watched from afar before he sighed and tried to think of what to do next, continuing his thought train for a fee minutes before you noticed him, chuckling softly to yourself you'd dismiss the camper group over to Dylan. You walked towards him with a smile before he started to blush and pretend he was doing something else. "never thought I'd be the counselor that people stare at." You joked with him while he turned towards you. "oh yeah, sure, I wasn't really watching you. I was just uhh, just cloud gazing on these beautiful wooden steps." he said awkwardly before you sat by his side. "yeah?" you said with a small flirty spice to your voice to which the other male tried to ignore. "yeah..." he stopped snd turned towards you. "do you uhh, like... do you wanna hang out?" he said, unsure if he just asked you out or not. "well, we're already hanging out though, cloud gazing is pretty cool to do, c'mon let's go lay down somewhere so it's more comfortable." you said, gaining confidence noticing he was acting slightly weird. "oh uh, sure dude." he said while you got up and stared at him, getting a bit hesitant noticing he wasn't actually joking. "uh alright, c'mon then." you said as you played with your thumb while you both walked towards the small grass patch near the radio station.

you laid down on the grass patch, blushing already noticing he was acting too weird for this to be a joke. he laid by your side, the grass shuffling under him as he tried to get comfortable on the spiky texture of the grass. you watched him with a small smile before you looked up on the sky, a perfect blue sky heading onto the sunset, exchanging gazes once in a while with jacob who seemed to enjoy your company. he looked down towards your hands, moving his slightly close to yours, enough to hold your pinky with his own. You felt your hands tingle as you turned towards him. "you can.. just hold it you know?" you said awkwardly, before grasping his hand. "yeah, of- of course bro, yeah..." he said while he stared at your eyes with his adorable puppy eyes while you rubbed your thumb on the back of his hand, shuffling close enough to give him a hug. "i hate making the first move." you said before Jacob chuckled, wrapping his strong arms around you gently, brushing the comfortable texture of his sweatshirt onto your skin. "in my defense I didn't know you actually liked me and I dont know how to confess to another dude." he confessed staring into your eyes.

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[villxinmiixx]

their darling with anger issues and an itching problem hcs

characters; all for one, shigaraki tomura, gigantomachia, dabi

♡ extreme anger issued reader, the reader itches their body when they get mad

♡ genre; extreme fluff, comfort, sort of cringe, idk i was mad and needed comfort from my villains <;/3

♡ extra; ooc all for one?

♡ note; i got angry from something and now im writing about it, also sorry for not posting fics!! ;( been really unmotivated and didn't know what to write even though i had a lot of drafts and asks with ideas already.

﹫ ALL FOR ONE; he thinks it's adorable when you get pissed off, and admirable when he sees you letting out your anger on a poor not-so innocent soul. he supports the whole idea of you killing someone (that's actually guilty of something) when you're angry. but he quickly realizes you're similar to tomura when you start itching your neck, your wrists, your arms, your calves, your scalp, etc.

ㅤwhen you start doing that near him he'll come to you and put his large hand on top of your head, pulling you closer when he put his other hand on your waist, and tug you into his embrace. smelling your hair and telling you to breathe slowly.

ㅤhe found out you have this problem when you were itching like crazy over not being able to do your hair right.

ㅤ“sweetheart, are you alright? ” he came up to you with a concerned face ( or a molded face with slightly frowned lips ) while he took your wrist to stop you from itching the side of your face. “huh? oh yeah! im fine, don't worry about it hunny! something just bit the side of my face and it was itchy. hehe ” you made up an excuse.

ㅤhe could practically feel your heartbeat going faster due to the tension. you smile while you grew nervous. you don't wanna make him worry, he's already too busy trying to make plans to end hero society. you don't wanna be a burden to him.

ㅤall for one lifted you up from the chair you sat on and hoisted your butt using his arms while your own was wrapped around his neck, your chin laying on his shoulder.

ㅤ“i know something terrible happened in your past for you to have this issue but i assure you i'll be with you every step of the way, and i want you to be beside me when i put japan onto it's knees. ” he told you in his soothing deep voice, you started tearing up. you pushed your face onto your husband's shoulder, feeling actual care coming from him.

﹫ SHIGARAKI TOMURA; whenever you get frustrated over the smallest things he'd look at you dumb founded before telling you to calm down while he wrapped an arm around your back and rubbing your forearm... as you itched away the skin on your wrists.. ( without him knowing )

ㅤhe only realized that you had an itching problem after dabi pointed out that you have one. “yo, shig. didn't know your bitch has an itching problem like you back then. ” “the fuck are you talking about, dabi. ” “yo ass don't know? she itches her skin each time she gets mad. ” your boyfriend stared at the black haired lieutenant. the fucking hell is this burnt fuck talkin' about?

ㅤhe didn't exactly know what to do; should he trust dabi and talk to you about it or just play it off as some weird joke. again, he didn't know what to do or should do. so he just checked up on you at random, ( surprisingly ) most of the times you weren't angry when he did. so of course he decided to just play it off as a weird joke dabi said.

ㅤbut one day he catched you itching your arm furiously as you screamed at an PLF worker for making an idiotic decision, he screamed at your name and you stopped itching and yelling at the unfortunate worker.

ㅤyou turned back to your normal nature clasping your hands and saying “yes, dear? ” flowers decorating your aura. “follow me. ” he said you gladly followed after shooting a quick glare at the person you were yelling at awhile ago.

ㅤwhen you and tomura were in a more private area you asked him if he needed you to help him with something.. or something - but he shook his head and placed his hands on your shoulder blades. “whenever you get pissed and start itching yell out my name, i'll be here to calm you down. ” “wh- what are you talking about? ” you start laughing off what your dearly beloved boyfriend told you, a sweat dropping from your face.

ㅤ“[your/name], you know what i'm talking about. ” his grip on your shoulders tightened. “hey you don't need to worry i'm fine! i don't have an itching problem! ” you smile warm heartedly. he took your arm and showed the red scratch marks on it. “eh- i swear it only happens sometimes, it's oka- ” before you can countinue your sentence he pulled you into a hug. mumbling comforting words in your ear, telling you it's okay. everything will be okay.

﹫ GIGANTOMACHIA; he didn't notice that quickly since of course, he's large and your height is not that able to compare to his. he found out when you were itching both your arms so strongly to the point you started bleeding, the smell of metallic and the sound of itching made him wonder. he looked around but there was no one there, it was just you and him. he examined you more and realized you're the reason why there's a metallic scent in the air and the sound of itching.

ㅤ“master... what are you doing? ” he asked, you stopped itching. “ah, machia i thought you were still sleeping. ” you smiled up at him rubbing your arms and pulling down the sleeves of your clothing. “master.. ” he frowned, while your sweat dropped. he lifted you up using a finger and laid you on the palm of his large hand.

ㅤ“master, you may always tell me if you have a problem you and master all for one know more than anyone i can defeat your enemies if any of you told me to. ” even when gigantomachia had a terrifying appearance, he's a sweetheart at times.

ㅤyou held his chin with your small hands are kissed his nose “thank you, machia. but i'm alright, really. it's just a small habit, it won't affect me that much. ” you smiled at him, a blush formed on your cheeks knowing he cared about you and would rather die than live alone if you or all for one left him, all alone.

﹫ DABI; “compress stop protesting, my bitch managed to hit more idiots than you. ” your boyfriend smugly smirked at his co-worker, while compress stared at him and sighed.

ㅤyou started itching your knees and legs out of frustration from not being able to full combo a song in pjsk ( project sekai ) a few minutes later you started itching your neck and the side of your face.

ㅤdabi started getting concerned, so he stood up from the comfortable sofa and went towards you. your boyfriend's arms snaked around your waist, placing his hand on your hip before he lead you to his room. dabi entered the room, his hand still on your hip while he turned the dim light on.

ㅤ“you okay, baby?” dabi asked, settling you down on his messy bed. your boyfriend's hands on the sides of your arms awaiting your answer. “i'm fine i just got a bit frustrated is all!” you replied, a sweat dropping down your face. dabi's lazy eyes stare at your face then slowly descended to your neck, he leaned into you and started kissing your neck and collarbone. a small blush appeared on your features, your face still frowning.

ㅤwhen dabi was finished kissing your neck, he pecked on your lips. “let's go to sleep early. how's that sound, doll?” he asked. “okay.. ” you said before dabi fixed your position on his bed. discarding his jacket, shirt and pants leaving him in his boxers. dabi placed himself beside you. you automatically wrap one of your legs on his waist and bundled up on his chest. your head laid on his masculine arm while his hand entangled itself in your hair, he put his free hand on your lower back moving it up and down.

ㅤnight's like these weren't that rare, but it didn't happen all the time either. so you enjoyed every second of it, and so did your lover. he cares, it's obvious. when later that night while you were asleep he put ointment on the places you've been scratching.

[its-time-to-write]

ch. 4 - hustling for the good life

table of contents Oh hey it’s Jamie’s side of things

also. I don’t proofread. yes I’m sorry, no I won’t change my ways.

takes one to know one

Here’s the thing. While you’ve been hopping around London, doing interviews and press and meeting all sorts of talented musicians, Jamie’s been doing his own work. Namely, badgering Keeley about his chances with you.

“She’s really pretty,” he confessed in the car on the way home from Isaac and Stella’s. “She’s like, fucking I don’t know, ethereal or some shit.” Keeley’s basically passed out, which is why Jamie is talking so freely. He knows she won’t remember shit. 

“Learned that word the other day,” he continues, “It’s like something you see can can’t totally understand. Or like, out of your league. Anyway, that’s her. Think she was all freaked out, though. Maybe too many people. Weird, innit, international star like her anxious in a crowd of people. But I really liked talking to her. Fuck, Keeley, she’s smart. You can tell in her lyrics.”

Keeley responds with a snore.

Jamie chuckles. “Yeah, alright, we’re almost to Roy’s. Don’t breathe a word of this to anyone, yeah? Like I said, not like she’d go with someone like me anyway.”

—

Jamie severely underestimated Keeley’s ability to retain juicy gossip. Yeah she was sloshed, so much so that Roy had to carry her inside and onto the bed, but that didn’t stop her from sending Jamie a text the next morning that said, ?????? and a gif of your face.

Jamie replied in kind. ??????

U fucking kno what im asking, Keeley replied. U like her.

Jamie responds, that aint a question, keels

Fine, Keeley writes, here’s one

What the fuck did you mean, ‘someone like me????’

Jamie grimaces and puts his phone down. He’ll respond to that later but now, he has to go running around the field and puke his guts out because Roy’s a fucking sadist.

—

Jamie’s been a fan of your music since, like, your first single. He’s not even sure how he first heard it but he did, and then he’d listen to it when no one could catch him.

Then you started gaining popularity, and it was more acceptable for him to listen to your soft yet upbeat songs. He came home one weekend to find his mum playing Blue Glass on a speaker in the kitchen, and they sat down at the counter and listened to the entire album, not speaking the whole time while Simon puttered around cooking dinner.

He’s followed your career through the trade from Manchester to Richmond, then back to Man City and then Richmond again. 

And yeah, he’s had a little bit of a crush.

But god, there’s no fucking way he has a shot in hell. Sure, he’s the Premier League’s top player, but you? You’re on another level.

Paps don’t even bother trying to slander you anymore because they’ll never find a speck of dirt on you. There are always pictures of you volunteering, or visiting kids in hospitals, or petting dogs or some shit. Stuff that’s usually staged, but with you it isn’t.

You’ve never had a scandal hit the papers, always been spotted out with a famous model/actor/singer boyfriend who has never once been seen cheating on you. Jamie wonders if anyone could even consider cheating on someone with as much talent and kindness as you seem to possess.

Anyway, you’d never go for someone with his relatively checkered past. All you have to do is google “Jamie Tartt,” and there he is, making out with models, headlining cheating scandals, and having sex in fucking jacuzzis.

Yeah, you’d never go for it.

But as he’s at training, running drills and practicing goals, he keeps thinking about the way you looked with your feet in the pool, hair blowing softly in the breeze.

He decides to have a serious chat with Keeley.

—

He turns up to Keeley’s house and fucking Roy’s there, except this time it’s not really a surprise. Roy opens the door, scoffs, then walks away. 

“Prick’s here,” he calls to Keeley somewhere in the house, except it’s not as angry as it used to be. Jamie can almost trick himself into thinking it’s affectionate.

“Hello to you too, grandad,” he says to Roy’s back. Roy grunts and heads to the kitchen, presumably to finish making dinner. 

Keeley bounds down the stairs and wraps Jamie in a hug. “Glad you’re here, babe. Now we can have a good chat.”

She leads him to the couch and hands him a fluffy pink pillow, one that Jamie remembers throwing across the room more than once. Fuck, there’s another reminder why he shouldn’t even be thinking of seeing you again. He couldn’t properly emote when he was with Keeley, so how’s he supposed to navigate a serious relationship?

“Oi, stop overthinking,” Keeley says, snapping her fingers in front of his face.

“Weren’t overthinking,” Jamie replies automatically. “And since when are you a mindreader?” 

Keeley grins at that. “I’m not. Your face was just all twisty and shit, which means you’re actually using your brain for once. So come on, out with it.”

Jamie’s not entirely sure where to begin, but he opens his mouth and everything sort of comes spilling out. How he talked to you for ten seconds and is pretty sure he’ll never actually love again. And he’s convinced himself that he might have a shot but then he’s reminded of all his shitty choices and thinks he’ll never measure up but god fucking damnit, he wants something real and yeah, you’re another celebrity, but there’s something about your eyes or maybe it’s the way you move your hands, but he knows for sure that if you were just a regular girl he saw on the street, he’d feel the exact same way. 

Except neither of you are like, actually regular people, but for different reasons. And his fucking shitbag of a father is always looming in the back of his mind, especially since playing Man City the other week, and he won’t let his dad try to have any sort of hold over you because that would be shitty. So anyway, he’s pretty sure that’s everything and he’s probably going to die alone.

Keeley says, “Whoa,” with big eyes once he’s finished, and for a moment Jamie thinks she’s going to call a mental institute, but then she cocks her head and says, “Jamie, you do know that nothing’s actually happened, right? Like, you haven’t even asked her out?” and Jamie realizes that he’s been knee deep in his mind for a fucking long time.

“I mean, Roy’s no saint,” she continues while Roy shouts, “Oi!” from the kitchen, “and we still got together.”

Jamie just looks at her.

“Alright, bad example,” she says. “But hey, you’ll never know if you don’t try. I mean come on, you’re Jamie fucking Tartt! You’re like, the best footballer in all of England! And you’re right fit,” she says just loud enough for Roy to hear.

“I can’t cook for shit,” Jamie says miserably, and Roy barks out a short laugh while Keeley pats Jamie’s arm.

“You’re way too far in your fucking head, babe,” she says sympathetically. “Take it one day at a time, yeah? You don’t even know if you’ll see her again.”

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[kzele]

From the Roots Up

Peter puts a plan into motion in order to shake the foundations of the underworld. Neither Rhino or Sandman were prepared. Tombstone will be even less so.

Something was weird about this fight. As for what that something was? That was the itch that Flint Marko couldn't scratch. The web-head was cracking jokes like usual. And O'Hirn was getting angry at the guy like usual. There was punching and dodging going on, same as all the other fights.

Except. . .Spider-Man wasn't making many offensive moves. Sure, punches and kicks didn't do much to either of them but that never seemed to stop him from having a trick up his sleeve. He kept flipping further and further away towards some street work. Alarm bells rang in Flint's head. As someone who had challenged Spidey on a regular basis, both as plain Flint Marko and Sandman, he knew how tricky his enemy could be in a fight.

"Hey, wait up!" he called out to Rhino. "Don't let 'im separate-"

The ground chose that moment to give way beneath his long-time partner's feet.

"Ahhhhh-oof!"

He sighed, ". . .Nevermind."

"Well, you did try," the vigilante's chimed in.

He glared at the ever-present cause of his misfortune, who flipped flawlessly mid-air into the new hole in the street like one o' those fancy gymnasts on TV.

"You're welcome to join your buddy and me down here. Or not. Although, he might've mentioned at one point that he doesn't do too well in tunnels, especially by himself," the bug's voice continued to echo up through the hole.

Flint remembered all right. After that blowout of a fight, O'Hirn had to be rehydrated while knocked out and then sedated. How they managed to do that without any skin on his arms to put an IV, the silicate supervillain had no idea.

Leaving O'Hirn alone to face the guy that scared the pants off of most of the underworld was not an option. If they got caught again, it was nothing new, but at least he wouldn't be a wuss for letting his partner get caught alone.

He jumped down.

Sometimes, Flint thinks, it pays to have superpowers. because that drop wouldn't've gone as good if he had normal legs instead of sand.

As his eyes adjust, he can make out . . . train tracks?? Are they in part of the subway or something? He was about to look around further for Rhino but-

CRASH!

-that wasn't needed.

"Marko! Glad you could make it! I hope the decor isn't too rustic for your tastes. O'Hirn doesn't seem to appreciate it that much," the weblinger snarked as he dodged yet another punch.

"I'll 'appreciate' it when I crush you all over the the walls, you sneaky little creep!" Rhino growled.

A high-powered jump onto the subway ceiling and Rhino could not longer follow through on that promise.

"As much as I would like to see you both fail at that again, that's not why I arranged this chat."

Flint snorted, "Oh, sure. Let me guess. You want to talk us into giving ourselves up and going straight."

Spider-Man made an so-so motion.

"Not exactly. But not too far off either. A good guess, though. And a choice that I wouldn't be opposed to either of you making."

They both opened their mouths and a hand shot up to halt their next words. Another hand webbed the hole next to the vigilante shut.

"There. I made sure we wouldn't be interrupted by cops anytime soon. The old tunnel we're in needs repairs but it's the workers' day off, so can you just hear me out for a second before attempting another murder on me here?"

Neither he or Rhino moved. They look at each other and then up at Spidey and then back to each other.

This was definitely out of the norm. Was it another trick? But why trap himself down here in the same space with two of his longtime enemies then? It made no sense!

His mouth was now moving but the words were surprising even him, "Well, uhhh. . .alright."

His partner shot him a look but he shot him one right back. They were both stuck down and he was curious, so sue him!

Spider-Man tilted his head, "Huh, this wasn't as hard as I thought it'd be. Well you see, when I said hear me out, I should have been more precise. I should have said 'hear me and the Big Man out'."

And with that, a little recorder was suddenly playing in the guy's hands.

"I'm here to see Mr. Lincoln."

"Then you should make an appointment."

//Line Break//

Peter could see the looks on their faces switch from interest to the beginnings of an unpleasant realization.

"Wait. You can't listen to him. He's the bad guy. He's--"

He clicked the tape off.

When he had broken into Tombstone's office that day, he had recorded the conversation just in case the guy said anything that could be used against him in court. It worked on sting operations and TV an awful lot. (Or maybe just the stings ops on TV??) But the more he rewinded and listened to it, however, the more he realized that very little wouldn't be thrown out in court. Between Lincoln's evasive wording around being the Big Man, the charges he brought against Spidey in the tape, plus the wealth and reputation the jerk has. . . Well, Peter knew nothing would come from showing the tape to any above board and official sources.

That's when it hit him. Spidey wasn't the only being treated like a pawn in that exchange. In fact, he'd wager guys like Marko and O'Hirn knew nothing about why they were made.

"He offered you money?!"//"I'll kill 'im! He set us up for jail!"

Called it. Poor guys.

"Hold up! One at a time, please. Yes, Sandy, he offered me a big briefcase full of cash to stay out of the way."

"H-how big a score are we talking here?"

Marko looked like he was about two seconds from breaking down in tears.

"Two rows of seven. All hundreds. None of the cash bundles in any row looked anemic," he responded matter-of-factly.

Sandman slumped onto the ground with his face in his hands.

"Soo, um, anything you want to ask, Rhino?"

Hornhead was trembling in rage and it seemed like a tremendous effort to open his mouth with the way he was grinding his teeth.

"Lincoln. Where do I find him?"

"I could tell you but trust me when I say smashing him is only going to make the problem worse."

"Then why tell us all this?! Look at what you did! You smashed everythin' we thought we knew and now you don't want to get the piece o' crud back?!"

"I didn't say I didn't want him taken down. Look, I could have accepted the money and been at home right now counting the zeros in my bank account. Instead, I'm here. All I'm saying is that smashing him only opens up his throne to people like the Goblin, who FYI, is far worse than Tombstone. And that's saying something."

"So we're screwed no matter what, then," Marko interjected from his seat on the floor.

Sandman's voice sounded lifeless and Rhino was clearly struggling to find anything to say to him.

Peter took a deep breath, "I made the mistake of thinking people like you were the enemy. I started being Spider-Man to help the little guy but I think we're all the little guy here. The Big Man thinks of us as little numbers on a ledger or like chess pieces if we get powerful enough to get noticed. Even if you go against him openly, he'll just replace you. With every day that passes, you're less and less unique because he can churn out more like you. And he'll ruin more people to send against me unless. . ."

Both sets of eyes were looking at him now. Even Rhino had calmed enough to seem interested in listening again.

"Unless what?"

"Unless we do the opposite of what Mr. Benevolent Overlord wants and team up."

End of Part One (Possibly more to come???)

[biscuit-munchies]

Hi! I just found your PLA Paul AU and I'm loving it! I feel so terrible for poor Reggie, and Brandon too! :'(

It's made me think though, how would Paul & Brandon react if it was Reggie who disappeared?

How would Paul deal with Reggie just..being gone?

I've had this thought in mind since PLA came out, sorry if the question is weird tho =w=

Also I really enjoy your art! x3

OOOOOHHHHHH you done got my brainworms acting up again! Also im glad you enjoy my art lol >v< Strap in cause this is gonna be a LOOOONG post! OK SO! Here's how it would go: Paul would be traveling around, searching for pokemon with strong EVs and IVs (yknow, the usual) and like all similar trips he would check in. Paul and Reggie would usually check in like once a week when paul would reach a pokemon center, but Paul hadn't been near one in a while so he thought Reggie would call him on the phone today.

It's been quite a while since Reggie called him (he didn't realise that it was that long) So he tries to call Reggie back. It rings, no answer. He tries again, still nothing. Paul's a little confused but shrugs it off, thinking that his brother is just busy or something and that he'll call him back. So his journey continues, walking along different routes and catching some promising pokemon, but his mind would always wander back to his phone. He eventually reaches a pokemon center and tries to call Reggie that way, and he STILL doesn't pick up. His guts churn a little in concern, Reggie isn't one to forget things like this as he's gotten on Paul's ass about checking in more than once. Paul tries not to worry and think logically as he eventually boards the plane back to Sinnoh. Maybe Reggie is just really busy this time around and forgot to turn his ringer on. Maybe Reggie's phone broke somehow. Maybe Reggie just doesn't want to call him.

Paul sighs to himself, maybe he was just overreacting and his brother was just abscent-minded about the whole thing. He then heads back to Veilstone City with a little pep in his step, thinking of ways snark on his brother about the whole calling thing. Paul would climb the small steps to the porch of their home and he opens the door, ready to yell to his brother in the home. Only...

The house was absolutely trashed. Paul could not believe what he was seeing. There's no way that the house was- He drags his feet along the dirtied floor, furniture was knocked over, many dishes were either left in the sink or strewn about the floor in pieces. He looked out into the backyard- Where was all the pokemon Reggie was raising? It was like someone... someone broke in and- Paul could feel his heart start to race as his trudge turns into a brisk pace as he goes through the entirety of the house. Calling out to his brother as he tried to keep his voice steady. "Reggie? Reggie! Where are you?"

The bathroom. His Room. Reggie's Room. The Kitchen. The Living Room- The Living Room? Paul stopped. Then raced towards his backpack to get his phone in a frenzy and called the police. The Living Room floor was covered in blood.

After the police arrived, Paul went into autopilot, more out of shock if anything. The officers asked him different questions he didn't care to remember, and it was only when a familiar voice piped through the crowd. "Paul? Boy, are you alright?" Paul looks up from the ground to see a broad green suit right in front of him. "...Brandon?" He asks hesitantly. After that day, Brandon took Paul in as Paul couldn't stay at the Tobari house anymore (with it being a crime scene and paul can't pay mortgages off). Arceus, Brandon worried that the police would make Paul a ward of the state but was relieved to know that Reggie put Brandon down as a surrogate guardian to Paul. (my little head canon don't worry bout it ;P).

Paul seemed to completely close himself up, seemingly not wanting to believe that Reggie was now a missing person. He doesn't sleep much, doesn't eat much, and seems to get annoyed or angry at every little thing now. Brandon worries about him.

Paul doesn't want to talk about what happened at all, for he is angry at the world for taking away his big brother. Paul thinks that if he ignores the problem, that it'll go away andReggiewillcomebackand saysorryforleavinghimbehindandPaulcouldsaysorryfor-. But, as feelings do, his emotions reach a boiling point.

It was supposed to be a 'meh' day, Paul didn't know why Brandon tried to confront him about his self-destruction coping mechanisms. Things got heated, and Paul snapped back at him in a visceral rage.

"Why do you care, of all people?!" "So what if he's gone?! It's not like I care! It's not like he cared!" "It's pathetic of him to go missing like that! He had competent pokemon to protect him!" "How did no one notice the house was trashed until then?! Did nobody care to check?!" "Why didn't you check on him?!"

Paul went on his tirade for Arc knows how long, letting all his frustrations out in the open. He probably didn't know the magnitude of what he was saying, nor did he care. His tantrum continued on until he was out of breath. He was never like this, being this emotional, and Brandon just stood there with a knowing expression.

"So what if I wasn't there for him?! So what if he's hurt somewhere?! So what if I-"

"If- If I wasn't-"

"If I wasn't a good enough brother to him...?"

Paul hangs his head low, his figure lightly shaking as tears fell from his cheeks. He just uttered the thing that has been eating at him for weeks. How pathetic he is, saying that in the open, to Brandon of all people. He expects Brandon to reprimand him for saying those horrible things, what he doesn't expect is arms wraping around him in comfort. Paul stiffens and looks up hesitantly, that knowing sad look still on the elder's face. No matter how mature Paul acts or how grown up and knowing he thinks he is.

He's still a little kid.

For Brandon, it eats away at him to see Paul like this. Brandon and the rest of the frontier brains went through something similar.

When Anabel dissapeared.

For Paul to be going through this as he is... Arceus... He'd never dream of it. And yet, here they are.

They stay like that for several minutes before moving to the couch. They sit in silence before Paul whispers a quiet "m'sorry..." "For what?" Brandon answers, A Pause.

"...for sayin' those things t' you... you didn' deserve that.." He moves his head up slowly, eyes red rimmed from tears. "That was pathetic of me to do.. m'sorry."

"Don't worry about it, boy... I'm just glad you're lettin' it out now." Brandon cracks a small smile to him. "We'll get through this, you and I, so don't worry about it." . HOLY FUCK that was long, I basically made a psudo-fanfic right here lmfao. So yeah hope you enjoy!!

[the-kr8tor]

Could you do Hobie noticing readers really anxious about their first lip piercing, and they think it's stupid that's they're panicking since they have a tongue piercing already but "that was forever ago and what if it doesn't look good or maybe I'm not cut out for it. I mean look at me im not cool like you" Just hobie being the encouraging and comforting person he would be while also teasing a bit. (I'm getting a regular labret piercing and I'm scared of needles but man do I really want the piercing)

Hi hun! Thank you for requesting! I love your prompt so much I almost burned my lunch because I was writing up a storm 🤣 hope you liked it! Good luck on your piercing! I was nervous too when I got mine. You can do it hun! I believe in you ❤️

I have a similar fic here

Hobie brown x gn! Reader

TW piercings, TW needles, mention of blood. FLUFF

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The cold needle against your lips is a stark contrast to your heated skin, you're nervous about this particular piercing, your hands shake, sweat drips on your forehead.

Even though Hobie's holding on to your lip gingerly, it still trembles under his touch. 

"Stay still, lovey" Hobie asks for the third time, "stop squirmin' you're gonna make me mess up" he tsks, almost annoyed.

"I need to go to the bathroom" you pout, already standing up.

"You went five minutes ago" Hobie follows your long strides to the bathroom "I'm gonna have to sanitize your lips again" he huffs. 

With your nerves acting out, You accidentally slam the door in his face, you didn't mean to. Cringing out, you fear the fallout of your actions. 

Grasping the sink, trying to inhale and exhale out your anxiety, you wait for angry words thrown at you. 

But instead you hear soft knocks on the door, like he's trying not to startle you and make you more nervous. 

A second later you hear his muffled voice.

"Love, if you don't want to do it anymore, it's fine. I'm not forcing you y'know" you hear another quiet knock "lovey? You alright?"

You clear your throat, trying to clamp down your emotions.

"Yeah, it's just…" you pause trying to find the right words "it's silly" 

"Well if it's silly, tell me anyways" you hear a thump on the other side. He doesn't force you to open the door but instead he lays his forehead over the door so he can hear you better. 

Hobie gives you time to find your words, but a minute later he worries, so he asks again "love-"

"What if it doesn't work out?" You blurt out, it wasn't your intention to cut him out. "I'm sorry"

"Nothing to be sorry about. What's not gonna work out?" 

"The piercing, I know it's silly since I already have my tongue pierced, but that was forever ago" 

"Yeah, I remember, I was the one who pierched you" he sighs remembering the memory "you squirmed, a lot, called you my worm for a bit, after that" Hobie smiles at your old nickname.

You come closer to the door, he can hear your feet shuffling "yeah, please don't call me that again" you say through your laughs. 

"What is it then? The needle?" He gets serious again.

"No, I mean partly yeah, but it's not that. I trust you, completely" 

"The blood then?" 

"No, what if– what if I don't look good in it" you open the door slowly, so he has the time to move away "I mean look at me, I'm not as cool as you" you avoid his eyes.

"You're right, you're not as cool as me" he comes closer to you as he confirms your anxiety, he cups your face carefully "you're much" he pecks your cheeks wetly "much cooler" 

You look at him through your lashes "no I'm not" 

"Fuck you, yes you are" despite cursing at you, his eye look at you fondly, his words dripping with affection "you're the coolest person I know, just wanting a piercing and actually going through with it. That's fucking cool" 

He rubs your jaw in a circular pattern, calming you down.

"But I haven't gone through with it" you play with the frayed edges of his shirt. 

"I was talking 'bout the last one, you may have wiggled a lot but you still did it, you were so bloody brave" he leans towards your face, squeezing your cheeks in his hand "Best pin cushion I've ever pierced" he says against your lips. 

"I was trying to impress you back then"

"I know, consider me impressed" he leans closer. 

You laugh, before his lips meet yours. Hobie can feel your smile while kissing you. His love gives you courage to get through with your piercing. 

You pull away, your eyes glossy "okay let's do it" you nod, a brave smile on your lips.

Hobie grins, he's proud of you "there you are my worm" you playfully glare at him. "You're gonna look so much cooler than me" he loops his arm over your shoulders, he leaves a kiss on your head "you'll be out of my league soon" 

"Stopppp, that's not true" you hug his torso "that'll never happen, 'Mr. Runway Model' " 

Hobie hugs you back, grabbing the back of your neck "only briefly, sweets" he leans towards you again, kissing you deeply.

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im running out of witty things to title these lol but here's fsioy chapter 11

okay this ones a bit different, but its very important to what happens next. this is sort of a segue ? if that makes sense. but i basically wanted to write lee's reaction & how that ties into what's happening next so hear u go.

warnings: mentions of death, arguing, swearing, blaming, (basically the boys argue)

word count: 4284

summary: lee finally returns from his "secret scout mission" and realizes his own feelings. on his search for danny, he runs into kent and receives some terrible news.

ao3 link: here

other chapters: chapter masterlist

July 19XX, Army Camp – Middle of the War | Danny’s Funeral

Willy did exactly as he said he would: while Kent was washing away the events that took place earlier in the day, Willy had rounded up several generals and corporals and begun setting up the standard funeral procedures. He had handed the cold lump of flesh that - only hours ago - was Danny to what would pass as a mortician (not like they had much time to properly embalm the body, with the influx of war casualties, but it didn’t sit right with Willy to leave the boy to the elements, so he insisted on a proper burial.) Plus, Willy had a soft spot for Kent’s little trio. 

He began walking around, alerting the cadets that there would be a slight change in their schedules to honor a fallen member of Cabin Five. As he approached Cabin Five itself, he noticed the sound of muffled sobs behind a nearby door. He moved towards the door and gave a faint knock. 

“Are ye alright, Lad?” He called out. Willy wasn’t entirely sure who was behind that door, but he could make a good guess. Given what transpired earlier, it was likely none other than Kent. 

“Go away,” The voice called back, sniffling. 

“Look, son, I know this is tough,” Willy started, a small sigh escaping his lips. He leaned his shoulder against the door, fidgeting with his hands as he tried to find some comforting words. Eventually, he spoke once again, “Things like this happen every day. It doesn’t get any easier, trust me. But ya have to keep goin’, despite everythin’ life throws at ye or the things it takes away.” 

Kent didn’t respond. Though, through the silence, Willy could tell he was thinking about his words. 

“Kent, open the door, lad,” Willy spoke calmly, trying to keep his voice even. He wasn’t angry at Kent by any means - in fact, he would’ve been surprised if Kent hadn’t reacted this way - but he was beginning to get frustrated. 

More silence, though there was the slightest shuffling - as if Kent was considering opening the door. 

“I just want to talk t’ ye,” The older man explained as another sigh left his lips. When the door still remained shut, Willy started to walk away. However, a soft “click” of a lock and the faint groaning of hinges stopped him. He turned back around and noticed the door was now slightly ajar. It wasn’t much, but it was progress. Willy waited a bit longer and watched as the door slowly crept open more and more. Eventually, it revealed Kent, who was currently sitting in the corner of the room and clutching the soiled uniform to his chest. 

Willy’s lips formed a thin line and he nodded. He’d seen this happen far too many times - and even experienced it himself in his younger days. Now, with the war constantly waging on and the casualties seeming to rise every day, Willy had grown a bit numb. It wasn’t intentional, more of a side effect - really -, but Willy had seen so much death, so much destruction, that it was to be expected at this point. He didn’t expect Kent to understand this, obviously. He approached Kent before crouching down to his eye level. 

“I know it’s terrible, lad,” Willy started. He glanced down at the garment in Kent’s hands and remembered his own share of losses. He took a deep breath and began to sympathize with Kent, “I’ve lost many good people in this war - and others like it -, lad. War’s an awful thing. But that’s all it is. Awful. Absolutely nothin’ good comes from all this bloodshed and carnage - it’s really just to create a big stink.”

“What do you mean?” Kent asked, confusion momentarily clouding his sadness. He looked up at Willy and tried to determine what the man was saying. 

“My point bein’: I understand what yer feeling, son, but your friend wouldn’t want you to be mopin’ around - not when there’s things to be done,” Willy explained, placing a firm hand on Kent’s shoulder. 

Kent thought about this for a moment. He looked back at the garment in his hands, starting deeply into the crimson markings - the ones that transferred when he held Danny close to him - and exhaled a deep breath. Willy’s words did have some substance, but Kent wasn’t sure he could “move on” - just like that, as if Danny shouldn’t be next to him and not a cold lump on some metal slab. Kent thought back to Danny’s final request - where he told Kent to live on, for Jodi. Kent knew it wouldn’t be easy - and that he’d probably struggle along the way - but he also knew how true those words were. As much as he hated to admit it, he now had something to lose and he couldn’t let that happen. 

He looked back up at Willy and nodded. Kent hesitated a moment, thinking to himself once again. He hoped this is what Danny would want, but there was no way of knowing. Kent promised himself he’d keep trying - to keep going, to keep living - all like Danny had said. He pushed himself into a standing position before handing Willy the soiled uniform. 

“Ah, yeah,” Willy started, as if he remembered what he was originally doing in this cabin, he looked at Kent - his gaze softening slightly - and spoke once again, “We’re havin’ a small ceremony for your friend. It’s this afternoon. Attend if you can, but I won’t blame ya if you can’t.” 

Kent listened to his words, his face falling as he did so. He knew this was coming. Yet, learning they were having a funeral made everything seem much more… real. It caused Kent to feel like, once the ceremony was over, he’d have nothing left to remember his friend - nothing but his own memories, and those would fade, eventually. He remained quiet as he thought. 

Willy noticed his silence and looked at his glum expression. He glanced around - making sure no one was sneakily eavesdropping - before moving closer to Kent and whispering. 

“Don’t tell anyone, but I managed to snag a copy of yer friend’s I.D. tag,” Willy admitted, pulling a small, metal object from his many coat pockets. Once it was placed in Kent’s palm, he cleared his throat and continued, “The original will be sent t’ the boy’s family, fer obvious reasons.. But, I managed t’ pull ah… a few strings and got ya a copy. Let’s just say… someone in the management office owed me a favor.” He gave Kent a secretive wink before patting him on the back. 

“Well, I best be on me way back. I’ve still got other cadets to notify,” Willy spoke as he exited the small room. 

Kent watched him leave before inspecting the small object in his hands. It was similar to his own tag - just stating the basics (name/rank/I.D. number/etc) - but it felt different, somehow. The fact that it belonged to someone else - to someone he was close to - made it feel…special, in a bad way. Kent took a deep breath, looking at the tag once again, before gently slipping it into his uniform pocket. He’d have to put it in a safe place to avoid losing it. He was grateful to Willy - for getting it for him - but Kent couldn’t help but feel bittersweet. He shouldn’t have this, it should be with Danny’s belongings. With Danny. 

Kent walked back to the soldier’s quarters, silent and deep in thought. When he entered, however, he marched toward Danny’s bunk instead of his own. It was much neater than the rest - perfectly made sheets, neatly tucked beneath the mattress. That was the thing about Danny– he was always neat and tidy (and often scolded Kent and Lee for their chronic messiness or lateness, affectionately, of course). Kent sat down on the edge of the mattress - silently apologizing to Danny for ruining his neat bed - and took the tag out of his pocket once again. He turned the cool metal in his hands, absentmindedly tracing his thumb over the engraving. Kent was too deep in his thought and didn’t seem to notice the sound of approaching footsteps, nor the whine of the door’s hinges as he was pushed open. 

“Hey, I’m back,” The person spoke as they opened the door, glancing around at the mostly empty room with a confused look. It was Lee, who had just returned from his “secret scouting mission”. His eyes landed on Kent and his confusion grew even more. 

Kent glanced up, his expression unreadable. He looked at his friend, scanning him up and down, and noticed a small bundle of assorted flowers in his left hand and a wide smile plastered across his face. It made Kent sick that Lee seemed so happy at a time like this. And then it dawned on him, Lee didn’t know what happened. 

“Kent? Where’s Danny?” Lee asked, his smile dropping as he looked around the room. “I told him to wait here - that I’d be back after a short walk,” Lee added. 

Kent’s lips formed a small line, though his eyes shone with sadness. He patted the spot next to him and waited for Lee to approach. 

“Where the hell have you been?” Kent spoke, slight anger seeping into his voice. 

“Well, like I told Danny, I went on a little… mission. I just needed time to think,” Lee explained, taken aback by the anger in Kent’s voice. Was he missing something? 

When Kent didn’t respond, Lee gave an awkward chuckle before rubbing the back of his neck. He continued, “While I was out there, I was replaying Danny’s words in my mind.. I couldn’t seem to wrap my head around the idea that he liked me, y’know?” 

“And then, I thought even more, and I realized, hey! I actually really enjoy Danny’s company, but like, in a different way than I enjoy yours,” Lee rambled, a faint blush covering his cheeks. He continued, “So, I realized I must like him, too! And I had the bright idea to collect him some flowers - just to tell him how much he meant to me, you know? My grandma taught me the meaning behind some flowers and I wanted to look for those specifically.” 

Lee sheepishly took the assortment of flowers from behind his back and held them up for Kent to see. It was a collection of mismatched flowers, hastily thrown together and tied with a small string so they were easier to hold. However, the most prominent of the flowers was a giant sunflower (which represents adoration, happiness, loyalty, and longevity). 

“Unfortunately, they were harder to find than I anticipated.. I had to walk three blocks! And, when I started back, I got… a little lost. I ended up being gone longer than I thought, and now.. I can’t seem to find Danny anywhere.” 

“Lee,” Kent started, looking at his friend with a saddened expression, “There’s something.. Something you need to know.” 

“Why do you look so sad, Kent?” Lee asked, his brows furrowing in concern. He tried to lighten the mood with a small joke, “It’s not like someone died. I was only gone for a few hours!”

Lee looked at Kent’s face, noticing he wasn’t laughing. He gulped a bit, his eyes widened. “It’s not like someone died…, right..?” Lee asked warily. 

Kent took a small inhale before reaching over and gently grabbing Lee’s hand. He looked into his eyes, giving the hand a gentle squeeze, before softly speaking, “Danny’s dead, Lee.” 

“What?” Lee exclaimed, his face paling at the news. 

“He’s dead. Happened this morning,” Kent clarified, his own expression becoming grim. 

“What.. W-what happened?” Lee asked. The bouquet of flowers tumbling out of his hand in shock. It hit the pillowy mattress beneath it hard enough to jostle the flowers - causing some petals to fall off. 

“He was shot near the west gate,” Kent explained, a small, defeated sigh leaving his lips. 

“Why was he near the west gate?” Lee asked, a mixture of confusion and sadness coating his words. 

“He was looking for you, Lee,” Kent replied, a small bout of accusation seeping into his voice. He gripped the metal tag in his hand so harshly that his knuckles turned white. “I had to watch Danny die, all because of you!” Kent spat out, his previous anger returning as he thought about their friend. In truth, he knew it wasn’t fair to blame Lee for what happened - if anything, Kent was just as guilty - but he couldn’t seem to control his emotions. 

“That’s not fair, man,” Lee argued. He held up his arms in defense before adding, “I didn’t know he’d follow me. I told him not to.” 

“Yeah, but he did,” Kent spoke, his anger being replaced with more sadness as he realized he just lashed out at his friend. 

He let out a small sigh, “I’m sorry, Lee. It’s not your fault, I know that..” 

“S’alright, man,” Lee said, though a flash of hurt crossed his face. Kent felt guilty once again. Leave it to him to make things worse, he thought. That’s all that seemed to happen lately. Everything would’ve been fine if he hadn’t opened his mouth. 

Kent reached over and wrapped Lee into a hug, patting his back as Lee leaned into him. Kent held Lee as his friend’s emotions seemed to overflow, a gentle stream of tears soaking Kent’s shoulder. 

“He really liked you, you know,” Kent offered, trying to cheer up his friend. He rubbed small, soothing circles on Lee’s lower back before adding, “You should’ve seen how he looked at you when you weren’t looking.” 

Lee sniffled as he pulled away. He glanced down at his bouquet, which was scattered across the bed sheet. He let out a small, humorless chuckle as he looked at the mess the two of them had made. He reached a hand up and brushed away a stray tear before speaking, “Danny would’ve killed us for sitting on his bed. And this mess…I think he would’ve ignored us for a week.” 

Kent sniffled as well, nodding his head, “Yeah.. Yeah he would’ve.” 

Kent reached down, picking up a few of the fallen petals and handing them to Lee. He let out a small sigh and remembered what Willy told him earlier. It was almost time for the ceremony. 

“C’mon, Lee,” He urged, pushing himself into a standing position. He reached a hand out and pulled Lee up as well before continuing, “It’s time to go say goodbye.” 

…

The two walked into the clearing - the same clearing where Kent and the other recruits had their orientation on the first day. Instead of the usual set up of bare stage and a sparse amount of folding chairs, it was decorated in muted colors, all chairs had been removed, and a line of rifle-bearing soldiers stood to Kent’s left. In front of the stage - instead of the usual microphone and sound system - stood a small platform, which held a steel box draped with the flag of the Ferngill Republic. Kent stuck his hand in his pocket and wrapped his fingers around the smooth metal of the I.D. tag. Lee took his place next to Kent, still clutching his now ruined bouquet, and looked absolutely heart broken. 

A man neither of the two had seen before took his place at the podium and began giving a long, rambling speech. 

“This soldier.. While I didn’t know him personally, I know he would’ve done anything for the Corps. His belief in our troops should be enough to keep us all going. This man died today. He died bravely - on a stakeout mission where he was trapped by several of our enemies.” 

As Kent listened to this, his blood began to boil. This was nothing like what happened, and this person was nothing like the Danny he knew. 

“This isn’t right,” Kent whispered to Lee, who also seemed to be getting increasingly angry at the mischaracterization of Danny. Lee clenched his fist at his side, gritting his teeth as the man continued spouting nonsense. 

“I’m gonna say something,” Lee said, rage fueled determination filling his voice.

“Lee, I don’t think that’s a good idea,” Kent warned, attempting to calm his friend down. Unfortunately, it seemed like Lee didn’t want to be reasoned with. He had vanished from Kent’s side and Kent looked around for him frantically. Eventually, his eyes landed on Lee climbing the steps to the stage, approaching the microphone. 

“You don’t know what you’re talking about,” Lee interrupted the speaker, attempting to get the microphone from the stranger’s hands. 

“Young man, please, this is a memorial ceremony,” The man scolded, keeping the microphone out of Lee’s grasp. 

“You don’t know a single thing about him!” Lee spat. He managed to grab the microphone and turned to accuse the crowd on the stage, “You don’t even know his name!”

“I’m sure we do.. He’s.. Dennis something.” 

“His name was Daniel Sawyer. Everyone knew him as Danny,” Lee spoke, anger filling his voice at the disrespect his friend was receiving. His fist tightened by his side and Lee continued speaking, “Danny was the most amazing person I know. He wasn’t brave, sure, but he made up for it in other ways. He was super neat and always thought about other people. He only went out there that day because he was worried about me, of all people. And… and none of you people appreciated him. No one even liked him - except for his two friends! Stop lying to everyone and stop acting like you care.” 

“Vincent, that is enough,” The man scolded once again, a sneer forming on his lips.

“My name isn’t Vincent!” Lee spat, tears welling up in his eyes, “It’s Lee. Danny is the one who started that nickname, but I wouldn’t expect you guys to understand. I wouldn’t even expect you to care.” 

Kent watched the scene unfold and felt touched. He climbed the stairs and took the place on Lee’s left side. The two took turns screaming into the microphone - saying everything memorable about Danny, and, when they ran out, they started saying the “less memorable” things. 

“Disruptive! The both of you!” The man yelled, frustration building in his voice. “You two will be thoroughly punished for this.” He attempted to get closer to the boys, but was stopped by a firm hand against his shoulder. It was Willy, who had been watching this from the sidelines. 

“I don’t think that’s goin’ t’ happen, Corporal,” Willy spoke, giving the man a disappointed head shake. 

“Ah.. Colonel Dodgens… What I meant was.. I mean.. Um.. You know, hyperbole,” The corporal squeaked, visibly shrinking as Willy looked at him. 

“These boys are to respond to me orders, from now on. Orders from th’ big boss, Corporal..” Willy explained, crossing his arms over his chest. A disappointed look flashed over his face as he looked at the man once again, “An’ I don’t take too kindly to other officers threatenin’ me soldiers.” 

“Right.. Um,” The man gulped, his eyes bulging, “I’ll be leaving now.” 

“Oh, and Corporal?” Willy called out as the other man had turned to leave. 

He turned back around, “Yes, Colonel?” 

“Learn your soldiers better next time, eh?” Willy scolded, shaking his head in disbelief before adding, ”Don’t go shoutin’ that generic bullshit every time one of ‘em dies.”

The corporal then turned and scampered off - looking like an animal with their tail between their legs. Willy approached the two boys. He watched them, shouting into the microphone until their voices turned hoarse. He placed a hand on each of their shoulders and turned them to look at him. 

“Well, that was certainly a ceremony, eh, lads?” He spoke, a small hearty chuckle leaving his lips. “Certainly the most excitin’ one I’ve ever witness, let me tell ya.”  

“Willy!” Kent exclaimed, happy to see the old ship captain. He then grimaced, realizing that they had just created a big ruckus. “Are.. are you mad?” He asked, glancing down at his boots. 

“Nah, I’m not mad,” Willy spoke, shaking his head, “It takes a lot more to ruffle me feathers. Nah.. that corporal was just a.. You know.” He chuckled once again, sending the two a wink instead of finishing his sentence. 

He glanced down and noticed an incredibly crumpled bouquet. Willy scooped it up and handed it to Lee. 

“I believe these are yours, son.” Willy spoke as Lee took the flowers from his hand. 

“How did you-?” Lee asked, confusion washing over his face. He couldn’t remember telling anyone but Kent about his flowers. 

“I have me ways, lad,” Willy answered. He then gave Lee a gentle shove towards the coffin before adding, “I think he’s waitin’ for ya. So, go ahead. Tell him.” 

Lee gulped and slowly approached the coffin. It was ajar, surprisingly, and Lee glanced in to see Danny’s still face - void of all emotion and icy cold. Lee gripped the edge of the steel box, feeling his breathing hitch in his throat. 

“Hey, Dan,” Lee started, his eyes beginning to water. “I can’t help but feel like this is all my fault, you know? Kent told me the only reason you died was because you were trying to find me..” 

“I’m sorry. I’m not something to chase after, so I really don’t know why you did that.. I’m immature, and… and dumb, and I’ve made my fair share of bad decisions, but you still saw something in me. I don’t know what you saw. I don’t think I’ll ever know.” 

“You know, you always did things I didn’t understand, Danny. You always put up with me even though I was always late. You stood up for everyone - even when you had no one to stand up for you. I remember my first day.. How Ray did his usual idiocy and began picking on me. How you stepped in to stop him. How you told me about your own first day - and mentioned how rough you had it. How you trusted me enough to let me know your deepest secret - something the other guys would almost certainly judge you for - the fact that you liked guys. How I never judged you and always encouraged you to be who you are - were..”

“You were always so brave, in your own way. You inspired me, Danny. I always looked up to you. It was only when you finally told me how you felt that I realized that I, too, felt that way. I.. know you probably can’t hear me, but I love you, Dan. I’ve always loved you - and I only realized it too late. I know I can’t bring you back, despite how desperately I want to, but if I could, I would wrap my arms around you and tell the whole world how I felt about you - regardless of who heard. I’d scream it from every rooftop, I’d yell until I lost my voice, and I’d wake the whole city just to tell them how much I love you. And that still wouldn’t be enough. You mean so much to me, Danny, so you better be waiting for me. Wherever you are.” 

Once Lee finished his speech, he sniffled, wiping away a few stray tears that had begun to crawl down his face. He took a deep breath before placing the bouquet in Danny’s cold hand, his hand lingering against Danny’s for the briefest moment before he pulled it back. There was something bittersweet about the action: of using a bouquet - intending for the sharing of love, joy, and other shared positive feelings - as a final parting gift. Lee felt his chest tighten as he thought about it, about how happy he had originally been at the thought of giving it to Danny, about how sad he was when he actually gave it to him. He never imagined it would be under these circumstances. Lee had longed for happier times and silently scolded himself for his indecision. Why did he leave that morning? And, if he hadn’t, would things have ended differently? Lee wasn’t sure. All he knew was that it felt like a part of his soul had been ripped away, leaving a gaping hole that ached and groaned with the slightest touch. The rawness of his soul would never heal - or, if it did, it would happen very slowly - but how else are you supposed to cope when losing something so integral - so important - to who you are. Lee would not be “Lee” without Danny. 

Lee slowly returned to Kent’s side and was immediately pulled into a side hug. Lee rested his head against Kent’s shoulder and let out a breath he was unaware he was holding. 

“I’m gonna miss him, man,” Lee said, closing his eyes.

“Me too, man,” Kent added with a small nod, “Me too.” 

The two stayed there for a moment - taking in all they had left, which was each other. Their friendship wouldn’t be the same without Danny, they both knew this, but they also knew that they had to stay strong (and stay together) for Danny’s sake. He would’ve wanted them to keep going. 

Willy approached the two and gave a small sigh, “I hate to interrupt this moment, lads,” He started, moving between the two and causing them to look at him before continuing, “But tomorrow, your lives change.” 

“What do you mean, Willy?” Kent asked, glancing up at the older man.

“Tomorrow,” Willy started, exhaling as if the next news was going to be painful before stating, “You boys move to active combat.”

[some-of-us-watch-the-sunset-too]

Can you do headcanons for the gang comforting you after you break up with your s/o of 4 years? 😢 it's your choice if you wanna add that they had a crush on you while you were dating that person or if they're just comforting you as friends! Thank you!

“He doesn’t deserve you”

A/N: i absolutely hate this tbh and went wayyyy off topic but anyway. this does reference the book a lot at the end so pretend bob was never killed by pony. i mean it’s hinted at that bob is the ex but still.

Tags: fluff, all the boys, big protective mama bear darry

Warnings: a bit of violence in this one.

“i really thought he was the one..” Y/N sat on the sofa in the Curtis house crying. “Y/N..i know you loved him, but he was never a good person. why do you think i wouldn’t let him around here? i knew from the start that something bad was going to happen but i didn’t have any reason to think that.” Darry sighed. “i should’ve told you though anyway.” Y/N wiped their eyes “No, no i get that. i just wish that i saw it. now he’s running around with that redhead Soc. why did i think he ever loved me?”

Just then, the rest of the gang piled in the door. “Who do i have to kill?” Steve and Dally said in sync. Y/N laughed. “We’re not going to kill anyone, i’m just going to hospitalise him.” they winked at the boys. there was a silence for a moment. “I think i’m gonna go for a quick walk. Dal come with me.” Darry announced, standing up. “will you be alright Y/N?” he looked back at them. “Yeah i’ll be alright.” they smiled before darry and dally walked out. Soda sighed “they’re gone to beat him up.” “I know” Y/N replied, way too cheerful. “im gonna follow them.” they stood up “Woah there cowboy(g/n) you really think that you can go storming out to beat your ex up?” Two-Bit put a hand on their shoulder. “yea i do. i hate his guts. That’s enough for me to be able to fight god never mind him” they snapped. Y/N quickly hugged Two before running out and down the street. After they ran out he froze. “SHIT.” Soda looked up at him “what?” Two turned to face him slowly. “Y/N took my blade..” It was now everyone else’s turn to freeze. “Shit.” they all said in union.

Meanwhile Darry and Dally were having a ‘chat’ with Y/N’s ex. by chat i mean they were completely kicking his ass. though neither of them had pulled a blade, they didn’t want to fight dirty no matter how angry they were. “Y/N is the sweetest, loyalest, most caring people you will ever meet. They’re like a sibling to me and when someone messes with my family, well, this is what happens to ya.” Darry hissed. Just then Y/N walked in. “Y/N! You’re here to stop them right?” Their ex fell to the ground, blood streaming down his face. It made Y/N feel slightly sick looking at him. “Dar, Dal. i think you got your point across. we don’t want a murder on our hands now do we?” Darry chuckled. “you really think i have that little self control? his nose isn’t even broken.” Y/N leaned down and helped their ex up. They hugged him. “This is what you get.” Before their ex could ask what they mean, Y/N drove the blade of Two-Bit’s blade into his stomach. “What..the fuck..” He whispered. Darry gasped, Dally smirked as if to say he expected it though you could see a glint of fear in his eyes. Y/N pulled the blade out and stuck it back in their pocket. “Dal, where did you say that church was? Windrixville was it?” they asked. “Y-Yea, windrixville.” dally stuttered. “well i guess i have a long journey ahead of me and hey, if they ask where i am say i’m going to Texas.” They wink before walking off into the night, leaving the two boys standing there, stunned.

[emwritesstuff]

DYNAMO | Steve Rogers x Reader | part 2.

HYDRA has made their share of human experiments. You're just one of them. One of the least successful ones. One of the least functional ones. At least your life in the facility gave you a few things: unwavering resilience, cool(ish) superpowers and a great sense of humor. Steve Rogers would strongly disagree with that last one. A single chance encounter with him reluctantly brings you into the Avengers Compound, and you're determined to make his life as miserable as you can. Feeling's mutual.

AO3 | Masterlist | Playlist (coming soon!)

notes: part 2 is up! I've had this written for a while and I didn't want to wait to post hehehe. Not a lot of Steve interaction this time around though, just getting the plot going &lt;/3 (warnings: mentions of human experimentation, violence, cursing) (2.5K words)

2: CONDUCTIVE ACCORDS

“So, I’ve been thinking about what that thing you asked me,” Natasha slides on a stool next to Steve, and he raises one eyebrow at her, silently waiting for her to elaborate. He asks her lots of things, all the time. “on the girl with the electric powers. And then I remembered something.”

She opens the laptop she’s brought with her, and Steve feels dizzy by the lack of, well, anything, in her desktop area. He’s aware she has a meticulously crafted system, and that it never fails her, because she is Natasha Romanoff. But come on. There’s not even a Google Chrome on there.

After a couple of clicks a PDF is up on the screen. Medical records, and a picture attached. Yeah, that’s her alright-- he could spot that intense gaze anywhere.

He reads her name on the top of the page and tests it on his tongue.

“Or…A-7463. They refer to her mostly like this, anyway. She was part of an experiment to get people into manipulating energy.”

“Seems like they were successful.” He’d know. His body was still recovering from that.

“Almost…They wanted an army.” Natasha scrolls down, and more pictures come into view. They all have a bright red VERSAGEN stamp over the pages. Failures.

Kids.

That makes Steve grimace. “She was the only one who survived.”

“Yes. And when I came across these for the first time I thought--”

Steve’s head whips to Natasha’s face. His eyebrows meet at the center of his face.

“You knew? You kept this from us?”

“Well, it didn’t seem relevant—"

“An enhanced HYDRA agent walking around free isn’t relevant?”

“She’s not so much an agent – she’s more of a victim, don’t you think?” Natasha sighs, and closes the laptop. Steve perks up in his stool, staring down at her, even though he knew damn well that intimidation tactic wouldn’t work. But he wants her to know that he’s angry.

A victim. She didn’t seem like a victim when he was writhing on the ground like a fish out of water.

But those cries of pain he heard then weren’t his. His jaw was too busy being clenched shut to utter any sound.

Steve pinches the bridge of his nose, trying not to feel sympathy for the girl—woman, actually; from her files she is around 23 something now.

She’s HYDRA, still. And hasn’t turned herself over to justice. There was something off about it, Steve could feel it even though he couldn’t pinpoint it exactly.

“And I figured they’d have eliminated her already.” That brings Steve out of his own thoughts. She had been slipping through everyone’s fingers, then – and that was intriguing.

Maybe they could get her to collaborate. Take down HYDRA once and for all. Smash all the heads, burn all the tentacles to a crisp. From the inside, or at least with an insider on their court.

Even though their first impression was less than positive.

“We should take this to Fury and the others.”

“As if we needed another one of those.”

“Tony—”

“No, no, let ‘im talk, Natasha. Those what?” Bucky plants both hands – one human, one a prototype – on the table in front of him.

“Those—”

“Will this ever stop…” Steve shoots a sympathetic look at Wanda, though Tony’s remarks were never directed at her.

“Those what, Stark?”

Since Bucky Barnes had moved into the Avengers compound with the rest of them, his and Tony’s bickering had become a constant. They revel in civility until Tony decides he’s bored and it all begins again.

“Okay, children, you can stop now.” Fury drops a manila folder on the table – theatrics, because he never opens it, and instead uses a controller to turn on a screen behind him right after. It works though, as all of them turn to look at him. Steve rests his chin in his hand.

The face of a young A-7463 is up on the screen, staring right at him once again. A mystery wrapped inside a challenging gaze. Steve’s need to figure out just what she wanted and who she was grew more every time he looked at her.

Wouldn’t you like to know, Cap.

“…so we make her an offer she can’t refuse: freedom in exchange of information. Of course, with the bonus of not letting another superhuman on the loose.”

“Temporary and conditional pardon isn’t really freedom, Fury.”

“Well not everyone is as lucky as you, Barnes.” Bucky clenches his jaw at the same time Steve does his.

But it’s different. Bucky was a prisoner of war. He was forced into it. Who’s to say which side the girl was really on.

And those powers… she could be dangerous. Taking her down would probably need all their forces combined. They all agreed on that, at least.

But the plan was set: find her, convince her to cooperate in exchange of a conditional. Keep the girl and her powers under their watch and their control.

Finding her would be Natasha’s job. Steve and Sam would play the diplomatic part. Or they’d try.

He had a feeling that would be the hard part. Maybe they should cause a power outage in the vicinity just in case.

A-7463.

He thinks about your name again. It’s fitting for a hurricane, and he’s about to walk right into it.

There’s something humorous about having blue hair when you have electric powers.

Your hair is dyed a deep indigo now – and it should make you easier to spot in any normal circumstances, but not in Los Angeles, it doesn’t. This specific shade of blue was sold out in all of the Sally’s you walked in. So, like the sensible person you were, you broke into an apartment and stole a jar of it. You know, as you do.

The good thing about this city is that there were plenty of empty apartments for you to stay in – granted, most of them were just arranged to look livable, but a couch is a couch and for a night, that’s enough for you. 

It’s not like you can rent an AirBnb.

Your mousey life has been going okay so far – since meeting Captain America over a week ago, you managed to stay lowkey, powers included. A blackout in L.A. would be a dead giveaway.

The balmy air of the city fills your lungs and clings to your skin as you munch on the other half of the burrito you got for lunch. You haven’t been able to eat much these days—something about the migraines left you with barely enough energy (ha) to keep yourself alive.

You’d never thought you’d miss the devils in lab coats and gas masks, but you almost do. It’s hard doing it yourself, and you don’t have the access to the drugs they used.

The view is pretty from the top of the building you’re sitting on, all windows and lights and cars going up and down the elevated highways. It’s nice. You wonder what New York would look like, but you don’t have the guts to go up there. Too close.

“Nice view you got there.”

A woman’s voice makes you jump and drop your food on the floor. You groan in frustration, but your breath gets caught up in your throat when the red hair comes into your line of vision.

Natasha Romanoff.

She’s leaning casually against the door that leads to the staircase down, and you know it’s to stop you from getting to it.

“Smart move with the hair. I almost got to three other people before finding you.”

You shrug, but inside you feel a little spark of pride.

“You made me drop my dinner.”

“Sorry about that. Although half a burrito barely sounds like dinner to me. I’ll buy you a decent meal—if you agree to sit and talk to me.”

The offer was tempting, and Romanoff’s face made you want to trust her. You were starving, really, until the realization that she was going through an effort to keep that expression on made you take a step back and your appetite vanish.

“Not hungry. And I’m not really a conversational kind of girl.”

“We have a proposition you might be interested in.”

“An apartment behind bars? Rogers already made that,” Casually averting your eyes back to the skyline, you begin scanning the horizon for the rest of them.

“They’re not here. Relax.”

“Lie.”

“Yes and no. They came with me, but they’re not close enough to ambush you.”

You don’t miss how she skirted around the actual reason she was here – a proposition. Bullshit.

“Right.”

“Not that I think they couldn’t—but they won’t. Trust me.” Her voice sounds much closer than before, and you turn your head to meet her intense gaze as your hairs stand on end. She’s sizing you up; you know her methods.

You had classes on all of them before you got out.

A former field of study standing right in front of you, casually inviting you for dinner. You wonder if she knows you feel like you’re caught in a mousetrap.

“Should I?”

Natasha chuckles lightly. “Not if you’re smart. Now, I am dying for that Pho across the street, so I’m heading there. Offer stands until I walk out that door, and I’m not leaving without you. Noodles or handcuffs, take your pick.” She sighs as you square your shoulders and keep looking ahead. You can hear the creak of the door at the same time your stomach rumbles.

Oh, screw it. Might as well take your chances.

“Wait—” You catch up with her a second before the door closes. When in Rome.

Well, L.A.

Turns out the choice between food or handcuffs wasn’t one. You inhaled the Pho like it was your first meal in days, because it kind of was, and then you got your wrists bound behind you on the next.

There was just a little scuffle in the middle.

Honestly, it wasn’t your fault; Captain America and the Falcon descended on you just as you were leaving the restaurant, your belly still warm from the food.

All you managed was a snarl as you leaped away from the three and gathered the block’s electricity on your body. One by one the lamps were out, and your face was illuminated by the familiar blue glow.

Captain America’s shield deflected your first blast before being hurled in your direction, lodging itself on the wall behind you. The next hit him right on the chest. Your lips curled into a smirk.

And then the energy vanished from your hands. As if evaporated into the air.

Groaning, you concentrated on bringing it back and directing yourself to your second target. Spots filled your vision, and your head felt like it was being split open.

It was a fraction of a second, and the Falcon took it. He knocked you over your middle and handcuffed you. And that was the end of it. You vision was too blurry to react and you had to make an effort to keep yourself conscious. The lights returned to the street. Shit.

Your powers are unreliable, you know as much. And now here you are, being strapped into a high-tech aircraft by none other than Mr. America himself.

“Absolutely fucking not.”

They had finally shared what the proposition was.

You could be arrested. Or you could be arrested, but with a pretty bow on top.

“You don’t have a third choice here. This the most generous we’ve been to anyone ex-hydra.”

“Except for Barnes.” Rogers clenches his jaw, now even more pissed than he was by your swearing. “Pity you and I are not besties then.”

His hairs are still unruly from your energy blast, and it makes you smirk. No hair gel is invincible.

Natasha must have caught a wave of it too, because you notice her usually impeccable hair a little bit frizzy. You almost feel bad – she did buy you dinner, after all.

There’s something almost empathetic to her demeanor, but it must be to break your resistance. Good cop, bad cop, as they say. You’re honestly surprised Rogers is the bad one this time.

He must really hate HYDRA. And so do you.

Thing was, you were kept in the dark on most of their operations. You didn’t even know where your base was until you escaped from it: two days away from civilization across the frozen tundra.

And this felt like walking back to it, except with a government issued name.

“I don’t know all these things about them like you think I do,” You start, and you meet eyes with Sam Wilson.

“We’ll take whatever you got.” He’s frowning, as if he’s undecided about you.

“And then let me go.”

“You will be pardoned. But you’ll stay at the compound for the time being.”

That’s that pretty bow on top.

However long or what would be done with you after said pardon, no one was willing to make that clear.

“That’s a shit deal. Prison or prison! Who did you guys learn to negotiate with, the Russian mob?” You squirm on your seat, but the cuffs on your wrists and ankles are tight. Your powers nowhere to be found. All that lab fuckery for nothing.

“You’ll see the living conditions are pretty good there.” Natasha arguments. “And we have a pretty damn good doctor that can figure out whatever’s going on with you.”

You look at her like a deer caught in the headlights. You’ve always thought she had no special powers, but now you’re wondering if she can read minds.

All three of them are staring at you now.

“Your nose is bleeding.” She explains it, and you hastily wipe it on your shoulder. There goes your last good hoodie. “And I read your file. We did.”

Your file. She has your file, the thing you’ve been looking for, the answers you need.

As if on cue, the pounding on your head returns. You close your eyes, letting your head fall back and knock softly against the wall. All you wanted was to just live. No stupid powers. No running. No Avengers, no HYDRA, no migraines and nosebleeds. The boring life everyone complains about.

You didn’t want to waste away while your own body turned against you, mad someone tampered with it until things went haywire.

The promise of a solution at last makes you go quiet. 

“Fine. The Avenger Disneyland it is.”

[faela404]

☆ The Library ☆

kazuha x gn! reader

prompt: - you and kazuha attend the same university, him being a english lit major and you being a person in stem😎 your paths never crossed until that day in the library…

*this is an smau so please do expect a lot of twitter posts and messages to read, there will be proper writing too but, it will mostly be that!!*

warning! just a lot of writing

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☆ you’re late. ☆

10:57pm

this is it! today marks the first day of kazuha and i working together to finish our own projects, and im already running late.

i’m not so sure how much help i can be to his assignment, i barely remember anything from high school english. i’ll try my best though!

god, i hope he’s good at cleaning or i’m never going to get this finished.

however, all of that will be down the drain if i don’t hurry up and get there.

this really is on brand for me at this point, being late got me stuck cleaning the library in the first place and being late’s going to be the thing that stops me from getting any help cleaning it.

11:17pm

great, 20 minutes late. i really hope he isn’t angry with me.

he’s seems like a pretty chill guy, but even chill guys can loose their cool.

carefully, i step into the cold library, only to be met by complete silence.

oh god what if he’s left already? my brain swirls with a hundred notions and questions to explain this deafening silence, until i’m ripped from my own thoughts by his beautiful voice.

“you’re late” he called to me from his seat. he was tucked away in a tiny nook in between the book cases. no wonder i didn’t see him at first.

“i’m so sorry, i had a nap and woke up later than i was meant too, i had to rush to get ready-“ i began rambling on until i was cut off again, by a small laugh.

he was laughing at me, he wasn’t mad.

“it’s quite alright, let’s get started shall we? i figured i’d start cleaning while you familiarise yourself with the topic and materials for my assignment. sound like a plan?” he gestured towards the seat he was previously occupying as he began walking towards my cleaning equipment.

“haha, yeah that sounds like a plan” i sat down and began reading over everything: his assignment brief, the blurbs of all the books he had read for it, the parts of the assignment he had done.

from what i can gather, his assignment is on shakespeare and why his writing style fit so well for his time. he had to write atleast 10 pages on said topic along while including annotated texts from each book used. kazuha decided he would use romeo and juliet and macbeth as his main focuses. they’re quite basic choices but that makes it easier for me i suppose.

after familiarising myself with the topic of his assignment enough that i could be of some help, i turned to beckon kazuha over, only to find he had already cleaned half of a whole section of the library.

holy shit, this is gonna go by so fast.

12:46am

we’d been working on his assignment for over and hour now with us finally finishing his 6th page. it didn’t take too long to pack up our things and make our way towards the entrance of the library.

slipping out into the cold winter air, we began walking together towards my dorm.

“you really don’t have to walk me back, kazuha”

“i know, but it’s the least i can do after you helped me today” he sent a small smile my way.

“besides, it’s in a similar direction to my car so it won’t take me much longer to get to my apartment”

oh so he’s rich rich, got it.

“oh right, i forgot you don’t live on campus”

this felt nice, he’s a really kind person so i’m glad we get to talk like this.

after a few more minutes of mindless chatting, we arrived infront of my dorms.

“thank you for walking me back kazuha, i really appreciate it” i smiled at him as i began to turn towards the entrance of my dorms.

until i feel his hand wrap around my wrist, stopping me in my tracks.

“wait, y/n” he mumbles.

is something wrong? did i do something? i look towards him, confused.

“would it be okay if i got your number?” he met my eyes. god his eyes look so beautiful in this light, i can see the hints of a brighter red swirling through them like the autumn leaves floating to the ground.

“of course you can kazuha, that way i can let you know when im gonna be late, haha” i pull out my phone in order to exchange numbers with the man infront of me.

“haha yeah of course” he shoots me a smile as he types his number in my phone.

we swapped our phones back before bidding eachother goodnight. i watch as he walks away towards the carpark before finally retreating into my dorms.

1:16am

i feel my phone buzz in my pocket.

a/n - when theres only one piece of social media stuff in an smau-

no but really, i hope ya’ll enjoyed this chapter! they’re progressinggggggg so proud of them-

i also wrote most of this with my cat just laying on my shoulder and neck-

thank you all for the continued support on this series and please remember to take care of yourself <3

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[specialagentlokitty]

Mr Evershed x Student!reader - who we are

Could we have part three of who we are with Martin firing Mrs Carp and threatening her with the police saying that she provoked a student with Mrs. Paracha backing him up and will put her hand on the Holy Bible to get her sent down? Also maybe fluffy ending with a kitten appearing in Martin's room with the Reader playing with it? - Anon💜

Part three:

You finished putting the room back together, and you looked at a crack in the wall you made with a frown.

“Hey don’t worry about it we’ll fix it.”

“No I have to fix it.”

“Someone will fix it tomorrow.”

You spun around.

“No! I have to fix it!”

Mr Evershed walked over, gently coaxing you to sit down on a chair.

“Okay, okay you have to fix. Alright, I think we’ve got some plaster or something somewhere alright? If not I’ll get you some okay?”

“Okay.. okay..” you nodded.

He smiled softly and sat on the chair next to you, gesturing to your hand.

“Can I take a look?” He asked softly.

“It’s fine…”

“You’re bleeding (Y/N), come on, let me have a look.”

You shook your head and Mrs Paracha came back with the first aid box and set in down next to you.

“You need help?” She asked.

“No, it’s fine. Thank you though…”

Opening it, you grabbed everything you needed and began to tend to your hand, cleaning it and bandaging it.

It wasn’t great, but it worked and you tossed everything else into the bin before pushing the first aid kit away.

“Right, right now Mrs Carp has gone home, we’re holding a meeting tomorrow with the trust, and I need to see if we have anything to fix this wall with, can you watch them?”

“Go, go I got this.”

He nodded and left, and Mrs Paracha sat with you.

“How you feeling?”

“I’m sorry… im really sorry…” you whispered.

“No, don’t blame yourself huh. You done nothing wrong.”

“I trash the room, broke the wall…”

“You get angry sometime, that okay.”

“It’s not… I get really violent when im angry and I.. I don’t mean too..”

“I know. I know you don’t. You not an angry kid, sometime anger just get best of us all. You know you did wrong and you fixing it.”

You slowly nodded your head and you looked at Mrs Paracha.

“Can I have some chips…?”

She laughed a little.

“Course you can, you stay here. Don’t move.”

“Promise miss.”

She smiled and pat your head before leaving the room, and you sat there waiting for her to come back.

And she did, with a plate of chip and some juice for you, and you quietly nibbled at the food.

Not long later Mr Evershed came back with a bag in his hand and he held it up to you with a smile.

“Well, it took some searching but I found a shop.”

He set the bag on the table.

“Can you go help watch over lunch while we deal with this mess?”

“Of course yeah.”

Mrs Paracha stood up and gestured for him to come over to her.

“They upset, angry at themself for how they acted. Tell them it’s okay.”

With that she left and Mr Evershed walked over to the table you were sat and he went to reached for the bag but you lightly slapped his hand away.

“No I need to fix this myself. You can’t help.”

You picked up the bag and walked over to the large crack in the wall, looking at everything in the bag you pulled it out.

You read the instructions carefully before you began to get to work.

Mr Evershed watched you and he walked over, sitting about a foot away from you.

“You’ve done this before, haven’t you?” He asked.

You nodded your head.

“You know it’s not your fault, right? Accidents happen.”

“But it wasn’t an accident though I purposely did it. Like… like I saw myself doing it but I couldn’t stop…”

“Can you tell me what happens when you get angry?”

You glanced at him.

“It’s.. I don’t know.. it’s like my chest hurts, and.. like everything sounds so far away like echoes.. I can hear but it all sounds really far away.. then it’s like I don’t have control.. like I’m stuck in the back of my mind.. just watching it all happen.. I don’t have any control over it..”

“So you black out in a way?”

“I guess..” you shrugged.

Mr Evershed nodded his head and watched as your very carefully fixed the wall.

“How long do you usually have before you black out?”

“Sometimes seconds, sometimes minutes guess it depends on how angry I am…”

He nodded his head again and you set everything down when you were finished and stood up, grabbing your sketch book.

“I’m really sorry..” you whispered.

“Hey, hey hold on.”

You shook your head and left, and he sighed softly, tidying everything up.

You had barely touched the food you were brought, you fixed everything and you just left.

In any other circumstance Mr Evershed would have taken serious action against the student, but you seemed so upset, worried and full of regret.

He could tell you didn’t want to do it, and you were ashamed of what you had done.

The following day, he had a meeting with Mrs Carp, the trust, you and your therapist who he had managed to get ahold of last minute.

You sat next to your therapist, leg bouncing up and down nervously.

“Hey, remember what we talked about?” He asked.

“I can’t do this Mike…”

“You can, you can do this. You just have to sit here and explain what’s been happening, okay?”

You nodded your head and took a deep breath to calm your nerves.

“So we come to understand you want to fire Mrs Carp?” A trust member asked.

“Yes, I do. Mrs Carp’s behaviour towards the students is quite frankly disgusting, and that’s a nice way of putting it. She has no compassion, she pushes students over the top, she is rude and disrespectful and borderline racist to some of them and it’s unacceptable behaviour.”

The trust member turned to you.

“This is one of the students you’re talking about?” She asked.

“Yes, this is (Y/N) (L/N). This is their therapist Dr Micheal. And this is Mrs Paracha, she knows (Y/N) better than any teacher here.”

“You do?”

“Oh yes, this teenager is bloody amazing innit. Amazing at art with the little drawing, good hearted student. They try hard.”

The trust members nodded.

“Can you confirm Mr Evershed’s accusations?”

“Of course I bloody can! I no Cristian but I will swear down on bible if you want me to! She is bloody rude and disrespects (Y/N) and they don’t deserve that. They are wonderful, happy, kind soul who get angry sometimes. But I’m not scared of them, I know they don’t want to be angry you know? They just get angry.”

They nodded.

“And this is because of a medical issue the school isn’t aware of yet?”

Mrs Carp scoffed and looked at you.

“And what’s wrong with you exactly? There’s been nothing wrong with you so far.” Mrs Carp said.

“(Y/N) is diagnosed with intermittent explosive disorder.” Mike said.

He began to explain the ins and outs of your condition to them and the trust members all nodded along, writing everything down.

“So (Y/N), can you please explain everything that’s been going on for us?”

“Yeah of course.”

You told them your side of things, how rude she was, how she would provoke you and purposely make you angry then punish you for lashing out. How she was rude to not just you but to everyone else as well.

They then took her side of the story.

“At the end of the day this student is not just a threat to the staff but the other students as well, they cause damage to the property, last out, shout, swear and try to attack.”

“(Y/N) is no threat!” Mrs Paracha huffed.

“That would be due to having one of their episodes.” Mike said.

“It has nothing to do with that, I believe that this school would be better if (Y/N) we’re expelled or transferred to another school.” Mrs Carp said.

“You can’t do that…” you grumbled.

“You’re a threat, you make everybody uncomfortable and you are in simple terms dangerous.”

“And you called me a disappointment!” You snapped.

“(Y/N).” Mr Evershed warned.

You looked at him.

“I don’t think they should be expelled, if it isn’t (Y/N) Mrs Carp is picking on it’s going to be one of our other students, this will just carry on.”

The trust members looked at one another and turned to Mike.

“Do you believe this teenager is a safety risk to anybody else in this school?”

Mike shook his head.

“No I don’t. (Y/N) May last out and make threats yes, but (Y/N) has never hurt someone else. They always redirect this anger somewhere else, tables, chairs, walls, themselves. They are always regretful of what they do and will fix whatever it is they broke or replace it if they can.”

Everyone nodded.

“See they’re a danger to this school!”

“Sue!”

“Oh be quiet you know just as well as I do pretty much all of these students are going to end up on benefits or something! We’ll be lucky if even one students passes! You’re too busy playing caretaker for these students to notice!”

“Shut up!” You snapped.

“Calm down.” Mike said.

You shook your head.

“No, no I’m so fed up of her thinking she’s so high and mighty.”

“And you don’t? Walking around with tattoos and piercings? You want to be seen as anything but a thug maybe don’t look like one.”

“Right because everyone’s just a criminal to you right?”

“Your parents certainly were I don’t see why you’re any different.”

“Sue!”

You stood up, knocking your chair over.

“You shut your damn mouth before I shut it for you!”

“You need to calm down now.” Mike said.

You pushed his hand away.

“Don’t you dare talk about my parents like that!”

She rolled her eyes.

“I saw the news article and I know that-“

Before she could finish he sentence you and jumped over the table but you were tackled by Mr Evershed.

He held you tightly, hand on your head, other hand on your back, the only way to describe it was a hug. Instead of restraining your like he did yesterday, he hugged you.

You were breathing deeply but you didn’t move.

You just seemed frozen.

“Calm down.” He whispered.

Mike walked over and gently reached out, taking your arm.

“I’ll take them outside.”

“Thank you.”

You were led out of the room and Mr Evershed turned around.

“I’m sorry about that, I know that’s not appropriate.”

“We’ve seen enough.”

Mrs Carp smirked proudly and Mr Evershed sighed, sitting down in his chair.

“Effectively immediately Mrs Carp you are terminated from the valley trust.”

“What?!”

Mr Evershed snapped his head up.

“You purposely riled up that student, provoking a violent response out of them. You were rude and disrespectful, and you not only brought their family life into this, but you sounded proud of it and that is unacceptable behaviour.”

“He hugged a student!”

“Yes, and that is also unacceptable behaviour, but given the circumstances it was the best course of action for what was happening. We believe Mr Evershed has a handle on (Y/N) and that he is able to keep their temper in control. Every student has a right to a normal education and to be treated fairly.”

Mrs Carp stormed away, Mr Evershed did get a small scolding for hugging you and everyone made their way to the front of school.

You were pacing in front of the doors back and forth and Mike was stood watching you carefully.

“We’re sorry for how Mrs Carp treated you, and we hope there are no more issues but if there is you can always talk to your headteacher or contract us directly.”

You stopped and looked at them.

“I am so sorry for what happened.”

“We understand your situation, it’s okay.” One smiled.

You nodded and they left, turning to Mr Evershed.

“I’m really sorry…”

“Hey, no one got hurt, nothing got broken, it’s fine. Great news, you’re staying, Mrs Carp isn’t.”

You simply and he sighed.

“How’re you feeling?”

“I just want to go home..”

Mr Evershed looked at Mike who nodded his head.

“Alright, that’s fine go on. Come and see me in the morning?”

You nodded and quietly left.

“Why did that work?” Mr Evershed asked.

Mike shrugged a little.

“I’m not sure, maybe it was the shock of the action, or the uncertainty of what to do.”

Mike thanked Mr Evershed and left as well.

You didn’t want to go to school the next day, so you told the school you weren’t feeling well, but the day after that you were sat on the floor in the office waiting.

You had found a stray kitten on the way to school so you brought her with you, and you were sat on the floor playing with her.

You smiled as she meowed and jumped on your hand and you laughed.

Mr Evershed didn’t know you were in his office, so when he walked in he stopped in his tracks.

“You know if I remember correctly the school had a no animals policy.”

You beamed and picked up the kitten to show him.

“Look at her! She’s so cute!”

He smiled and closed the door, walking over he sat in front of you and you set the kitten in front of him and he ran his hand over her back.

“Is she yours?”

“Stray, I found her going through someone’s rubbish. I didn’t know what to do with her so I brought her here.”

“Will you keep her?”

You looked at him and shook your head.

“No… I’m scared I’d hurt her…”

“I don’t think you’d hurt her.”

“I don’t wanna risk it you know…”

He hummed and nodded his head.

“Well, I’ve heard therapy animals are amazing at with certain conditions.”

You looked at him confused.

“What if we make her a therapy animal for you? If you’re scared you’d hurt her I’ll take care of her, and I’ll bring her to school if I can get permission and whenever you’re having a bad day you can come pay games, how’s that?”

“Really?!”

He nodded and you practically were bouncing with excitement and happiness and you nodded your head.

“Yeah!”

He chuckled.

“I’ll do that, but I’m going to call a vet so see if someone can come pick her up and check her over for now, okay?”

“Okay…” you pouted.

He went to his computer and watched as you played with the small little kitten, laughing and smiling happily and he smiled.

You were just a happy kid with a lot of joy, but a lot of anger and from what he was told a lot of things you didn’t want to work out or refused to confront and he hoped maybe the kitten could help you do that