#it was like that movie where the air tries to kill people freezing them like y know. there's a library. and a dog. the dog lives.

[eightspringdays]

The central heating system working overtime today with -10°C outside. This is the beginning of me freezing my ass off in this popcicle cosplay of a country

[loves0phelia]

frank castle x nurse!gf fluff xx

Midnight Visitor

Summery: the request.

Words: 1k

Warnings: implied smut at the end, injuries, grammar mistakes

A/N: Thank you I loved writing this one.

Your cat was purring in your lap as you stroked her on your couch while watching a movie during your first night off of the entire month. You knew being a nurse wouldn't be easy, you knew you had to prepare mentally every time you went in. But when you got your rare nights off it felt like heaven.

You barely heard the knock that came from your window over the sound of your TV. Some people would scold you about it being bad for your ears. 

You did hear when the person on the other side tried pulling up your window but failed as it was locked.

With a sigh, you picked up your kitten and placed her beside you on the couch. After earning a hiss of discomfort,  you stood up letting the blanket that was draped over you fall on the cold hardwood floor.

Tiredly you opened the curtains with no hesitation since you already knew who was on the other side. Frank was crouched on your fire escape looking desperate to get in as blood gushed out of his forehead and a massive bruise was forming around his eye.

You unlocked your window and rapidly he opened it letting the freezing air enter your cozy apartment.

“Between all the days you could have chosen to get hurt and come here to get patched up, it had to be on my day off?” Your hands raised on your hips in a scolding manner. A habit you and your twin brother, Matt Murdock, had taken from your late father.

“Hey sweetheart” his lips connected with your cheek as he passed you and made his way into your kitchen gathering the needed supplies as if it were his apartment. At this point it almost was. 

“What happened this time? Another mob? Fisk? A gang?” you followed behind him as he walked to the bathroom. After putting down the medical stuff you kept stacked beneath your sink, he sat down on your counter. 

“It was your damn brother” He cursed and you began looking over his injuries. You knew it probably hurt like a bitch but Frank would never show how much he suffered.

“What did he do this time?” you asked, whispering as you poured alcohol on a small white cotton.

“He's still mad you and I are together,  so when I was about to put down one of those gang members” he paused to curse again as you pressed the cotton ball into his cut. “he took the opportunity to hit me with his stupid ass batons”

You listened carefully as he explained what happened.

“You know he's not completely wrong, Frankie” His eyes shifted from the ceiling to you and glared. 

“But they deserve it. They've done worse to innocent people, to children”  His voice got darker when he mentioned the last part.

“I know my love, I know” You laid your hand on his cheeks and ran your thumb over it. “You are right, they deserve it but don't you think it would be better if they served justice in prison? where they wouldn't have the choice to live in poor conditions? where they would have no choice but to rot there?”

He sighed, leaned into your hand and slowly kissed your palm.

“I would never hate you for killing monsters like them but Matthew is not all wrong. He's just doing what he thinks is right, just like you” you spoke softly before you took his hand in yours to examine his knuckles. They were bloody and bruised. You wish they weren't but you knew he was doing it to make the city better, safe. 

“How are you so good to me? I don't deserve you” You stop your work of wrapping his hand in a bandage after he finishes his sentence.

“You deserve everything you ever desire, alright? You are a good man, whoever tries to prove you on the contrary deserve whatever you're gonna do to them” You furiously continue wrapping them. The thought of anyone saying Frank didn't deserve happiness infuriated you.

“Did you just- Did you imply they deserve to be killed?” a smirk appeared on his face and your brow furrowed. It was not the time to make jokes.

“Red would not like what you just said- Hey!” He yelled when you purposely tighten the bandages.

“Okay, okay I'm sorry” You loosened it after his apology and carried on treating his wounds.

you checked his head, his chest, his arms and the rest of his body for other injuries but after a couple of minutes of searching, he seemed fine.

“You might have a headache because of the gash on your forehead so before going to sleep I would recommend you take a Tylenol,” you said while still standing between his knees.

“Can I stay tonight?” His hand came up to your hips to keep you in place. His eyes were begging you.

“You know you always can. You don't even have to ask” you whispered.

"I love you so much” you returned his words before slowly pressing your lips to his. They were chapped from the cold weather but nothing would ever make kissing Frank Castle unpleasant.

“I have to wake up early tomorrow, I have a morning shift at the hospital, and I gotta pay Matt a visit,” you say against his lips and he groans at the mention of his name.

You opened your mouth again, about to add something but his lips connected with your lips shutting you up immediately.

A small moan escaped your lips as his hand grabbed your ass pulling you against him. He stood up now towering over you and without once detaching your lips, you jumped intertwining your legs around his waist.

Your fingers desperately gripped his hair as he held you up while walking messily to your bedroom across your apartment.

Gently, he dropped you into your bed and began kissing down your neck and stomach. Words could not describe how he made you feel that night.`

[highdramas]

the world’s a little blurry | b.b.

pairing: bucky barnes x reader

warnings: none

word count: 2107

summary: bucky is home, and he is yours

note: this is a one shot for now, but i definitely have more ideas for these two <3 this’ll be heavily inspired by tfatws so this is a spoiler warning for anything mentioned! also this is my first time writing bucky so pleaseeeeee give me some mercy lol

enjoy! <3

it’s nearly three in the morning, and you’re lucky if you stay up past midnight, so bucky makes a point to be quiet as he tiptoes into the apartment. after a mission gone awry in the apartment building where you had been neighbors, you’ve been staying with the superhero. something about not losing you and you’re safest here. bucky’s not stupid— caring about someone is a gamble, and it had become clear to his enemies who exactly it was that he cared about.

living with you came lots of things that bucky was not expecting. first off, you’re very cluttered. you call it controlled chaos, he calls it a mess. he’s fascinated by the state of your night stand, mostly. a dying plant and one loose airpod, two half empty water bottles, an empty starbucks cup.

second off, you have a cat. her name is katherine, but you call her kitty, occasionally kiki. and while bucky had been determined not to get attached, after awhile, it was difficult not to. she rubbed up on his legs, cuddled in his lap on the couch, slept on his chest in the middle of the night. she’s fucking adorable, and not even the winter soldier can deny that.

third off… you. you as a whole. he’s sure that it would’ve been a shock living with anyone, but the care that you give him… he’s not used to having someone making sure he’s eating. he’s not used to someone checking up on him throughout the day. he’s not used to having someone to come home to.

it’s nice.

it feels safe.

and he’ll kill anyone who tries to take this peace away from him.

bucky groans as he shucks his jacket off, feeling exactly where his muscles ache. he tries to keep his volume minimal. finally, he opens the door to the bedroom. the bedroom that you share.

this was the biggest adjustment of all.

he’d barely slept in a bed at all before you came along. too soft, too comfortable. he told you as much that first night, and what you had said shocked him.

“well, i’ll just sleep on the floor with you.”

no, oh, just get in bed. no, c’mon, it’s nice. none of those things. just understanding.

but it was more than understanding. it was meeting him exactly where he was.

that was three months ago, and you had kept your word. if you weren’t sleeping on the floor with him, you were on the couch with your hand tangling down, brushing along his hair, his shoulder. every time he felt you bucky swore that he could cry.

it was two months ago that he suggested you both sleep in the bed. and while it wasn’t every night, and some nights he padded out to the living room with a blanket and pillow… it was progress.

and he would wake up to find that you had joined him on the floor.

the nightmares weren’t gone. he’s not sure if they ever would be. but they were growing few and farer between, and the ones he did have were growing more manageable.

things were getting better.

of course, they were not perfect. and he knew that you didn’t expect them to be. he has therapy once a week, sometimes twice during the particularly hard weeks. he’s grown close with sam and his family. and… you.

his girl.

as the door creaks open, he almost chuckles at the sight of you. you’re laying horizontally across the bed, taking up both your side and bucky’s. katherine is curled in at your chest, her nose nearly touching yours. your mouth is open and he can see that there’s a bit of drool in the corner of your mouth, and that does make him laugh. it stirs you and he freezes.

bucky watches as you slowly wake, rubbing the sleep from your eyes, and then rubbing the drool from your mouth. “ew,” you mumble, still half asleep, and bucky leans in the doorway wearing a smirk.

“go back to sleep, doll.”

you hum and stretch, and so does katherine, giving a wide yawn. “you’re home.”

home.

had he ever had a home before? 

he did once, as a child. a time that feels so distant, so separate from the life that he leads now. sometimes, it’s hard to even picture the faces of his family members.

he had this apartment, but it never felt like home. not until you waltzed into it with your clutter and your laughter and your vibrancy. not until you cooked dinner hip to hip, not until you listened to music that he had never heard of, not until you watched some movie that was your favorite.

you’re home.

bucky smiles and he nods, sitting on the edge of the bed, pushing your hair back. “i’m home,” he says quietly. “i’m sorry i’m so late.”

you shake your head, your hand taking his. he still wears the gloves. you raise your eyebrows at him. “can i?”

he nods. you make quick work of removing each of his gloves, tossing them across the room, which makes bucky smile. he knows he’ll be picking those up in the morning. you press a kiss to his palm, the one that is flesh and bone. and then you take the other and do the same. “missed you, buck.”

something in his heart constricts as he watches you-- washed in moonlight that comes in through the window, sleepy smile on your face, eyes fixed on him. he knows that look, and he knows what it means. he doesn’t know if he deserves it, but he tries. he’ll always try for you.

“i wasn’t even gone twenty four hours,” the smirk is evident in his tone even if you can’t see it, but you scoff and roll your eyes. “i think you’re needy.”

“needy!” you repeat and laugh, falling back onto the pillow. kitty stirs and looks up at bucky, letting out a loud meow. “she’s the needy one. look at her.”

“both of you.” he scratches kitty’s head and then kisses the top of yours before he stands again. “i’m gonna shower.”

sleep is escaping you and you push yourself up onto your palms. “can i join you?”

he chews on the inside of his cheek and shrugs his shoulders innocently. “better pick up the pace then, soldier.”

with a laugh, you kick the sheets off of you. “yes sir.”

he rolls his eyes and you both shuffle into the bathroom. now, in the light, you’re able to get a good look at him. and your jaw drops slightly at what you see. “bucky,” you say and he already knows what’s coming. you touch the side of his face where a bruise is blossoming. “how the hell does this even happen?”

“part of the gig.”

you groan and he smiles and he does so because he loves you. he loves your mess and he loves your doting, he loves your cat and he loves coming home to see that you’ve taken up the entire bed. “you’re an old man. one of these days you’re gonna have to retire.”

“got unfinished business first.”

you know of his past. of course you do. although, you’re a firm believer that it’s not his past, rather than a past that was decided for him against his will. you’ve made a point of making your stance in that clear. you have heard stories of what bucky has done, but you have tutted and shaken your head. “what hydra did.”

these are the things that bucky tells himself, but it is different to hear it from someone else. someone who is not steve, or sam, or another avenger who has also committed morally grey acts. because, yes, they are all good and trustworthy and worth listening to-- but you. you are his girl. you are his girl who laughs at his jokes and teases him and never once babies him for what happened to him, but you’re also the girl who has woken him from nightmares, who has tended to his wounds, who has been held back from a fight just to defend his honor. you have seen him in his entirety, and you have never balked.

“alright, well--” it’s not lost on you how his eyes trail down your body as you undress, turning on the water and checking the temperature. “as soon of this business of yours is finished…”

“i know.”

the two of you share a look and he gives a crooked grin. “you look nice.”

“there’s dried drool on my face.”

“yeah, i know.”

it’s been nearly a year since you met james buchanan barnes and yet he still gets you to blush. he practically lights up at the sight of the color on your cheeks. “are you--”

“shut up and get in the shower,” you retort, pulling back the curtain and stepping into the steaming water.

“yes, ma’am.” you hear the shuffling of his clothes falling to the floor and then he is behind you, hands going up and down your arms. you let out a sigh and tilt your head back, peering up at him. water trails down his nose, dripping off and onto your forehead.

you don’t tell bucky, but you do worry. you worry every second that he’s gone on a mission. you know that you don’t have to say it, that he knows. and you trust that he will come home to you. bucky turns you and he holds your face in his hands and he presses his lips to yours and you know that he feels the same way.

i’ll always come back is spelled out in the way that he kissed you, the way that he holds the back of your head. we have forever is heaved from your lungs as he sucks the air from you.

when you part, you smile at his lips-- slightly swollen, pinker than normal. you rub your thumb along the bottom one and he catches your hand. he presses it on his chest, right where his heart hides beneath skin and bone. “you don’t have to do all of this to make up for what they did to you,” you say over the sound of water. “you’re allowed to have a normal life, if you want it.”

“i know.” he pushes a piece of wet hair from your face. “i just don’t--” he shakes his head and you know this all too well-- he doesn’t quite know what to say, he starts closing up and off and away, the high walls that guard his heart and mind beginning to take shape. “i feel like if i don’t… what was it all for?”

delicate hands move across his torso. you lather up a loofah and begin washing away blood and grime. “bucky,” you say and he looks at you, steely blue eyes staring right into yours. “you make people happy. you have people who love you, who care for you. you don’t owe the world reparations.”

he winces as you go over a particular bruise and you slow your movements, make them featherlight. “all i know is,” you begin. “whatever it is you want, whatever it is that fulfills your life… make sure it’s for you.”

a smile curls on his face and he stills your hands. “thank you.” he takes the loofah from you. “let me get you.”

“but i’m not done--”

“please. let me.”

you surrender and he begins to wash you, and your forehead falls to his shoulder, calm washing over your body. you could’ve been standing there for minutes or hours, you’re unsure. he pushes your hair back and at some point you realize that he is washing your hair, and you press gently open mouthed kisses against his chest and you hear his breath catch and you fall in love with him all over again.

“let me get yours--” you mumble around a yawn and you watch as he smirks down at you. “really, let me.”

bucky shakes his head and he turns the water off. “tomorrow,” he says.

you towel off and when you clamber into bed, you feel the weight of him beside you, your cat nestled between the both of you. you feel him pull you into him, his breath against your neck and his lips against your pulse point, and your eyes flutter shut. before sleep captures you, you murmur, “i love you, james bucky barnes.”

the feeling of his smile against your skin is imprinted on your heart, and his words coax you into sleep-- “i love you too, doll.”

bucky barnes sleeps through the night and doesn’t wake once.

[selfawarejester]

Hey can u please do a teen wolf imagine set in season 2 where she is either Scott or stiles sister and she is sneaking around with isaac (they kinda had a thing before he got the bite and after isaac got more confident so he made a move)and isaac sneaks into her room at night and instead of Allison it’s is y/n that Matt was stalking and taking pictures of and obsessed with and he had pictures of her and isaac kissing and stuff and maybe he leaves the pictures in her locker and it freaks her out and you decide the rest. (Sorry it’s a bit dark)

Oh, I love me some Isaac!!! Forgive me if I get some details wrong, it’s been a while since I saw s2. And I’m gonna make you Scotty boi’s sister, because Melissa 🥰

You weren’t the dating type, much to the relief of your mother and your brother - and for some reason, Stiles, but you preferred to pretend that you didn’t know that. - which is why it was such a shock when you drag Isaac Lahey of all people to sit with them during lunch one day.

“I don’t think this is a good idea, Y/N-“ Isaac tires to say, shooting the boys a wary look, but you just shush him and shove him into a seat. You brightly grin at the shocked faces Scott and Stiles before confessing that you’d been dating Isaac for a while now.

Scott freezes for a full thirty seconds.

Stiles chokes on his hashbrowns, and almost dies in that same time period.

“Da- you’re dating him?” He splutters, pointing at a smirking Isaac. “You’re dating him? Oh my god, what the- Scott, say something.”

Stiles gives you a look that says ‘you’re gonna get it now’ which slowly slides off when Scott just keeps quiet, staring at you with wide eyes.

“Wha- Scott, say something.” He grits out, and you roll your eyes, tired of their dramatics.

“All right, enough! Seriously, people are staring.”

That gets Scott moving again, as he looks around to find that people are, indeed, staring. He’s still shocked because when did you start dating?? But now he’s asking questions like when did you two start dating? Why did you keep it a secret so long?

He always knew you kind of had a thing for him: all the flirty banter, and the lovelorn glances…

You and Isaac started up two months ago, you explain, but it’s been pretty low-key so that he can hide it from his dad. (You don’t outwardly say this, exchanging a specific look, but both you and Scott have been pretty sure something was going very wrong in the Lahey household — Scott had smelt blood and fear wafting off of Isaac way too often for it not to be.) So he kinda just?? Accepts it??

He’s concerned, duh, but you’re so happy and he doesn’t want to get in the way of that. But he sternly tells Isaac he’ll kick his ass if he hurts you. Isaac, to his credit, stifles his laughter and genuinely tells him that he’d rather die than hurt you; and that’s good enough for Scotty.

Of course, all of this changes when Isaac becomes a beta.

He does it for you. He wants to be able to protect you, to love you without fear of losing you or getting you in trouble. Derek’s assured him that your protection is a priority of the pack, because even in his slightly power-greedy Alpha state, Derek wouldn’t let what happened to him and Paige happen to his beta.

Stiles and Scott hover around you throughout the whole time Isaac is suspected of murdering his father. Sheriff Stilinski tried to kick them out during your questioning, but they squeezed onto the small couch in his office and just stared at him the whole time. You were shocked and scared and obviously didn’t know anything, so he sent you home pretty quick.

Melissa’s freaked out because 1) you lied to her?? 2) you’re dating now 3) and it’s a boy suspected of murder. So, yeah, maybe she’s questioning her parenting a bit, but she’s really trying to be supportive.

Scott corners Isaac at school (Stiles is there too, naturally) after the whole ice rink thing, without Erica or Derek, and he swears he’d never hurt you. Unfortunately, you walk in right at that moment.

You know when both of them are lying, so you force the truth of them, then and there. You get thrown off guard, of course — they thought you’d react like Stiles, or just like most of the people in those movies react: with a lot of surprise but general and immediate acceptance.

You do immediately do something: leave and avoid both of them for the next couple of days. Your mom’s curious as to why you’re so distant, and why Scott keeps begging you to talk to him, and why you’re avoiding him -- but ultimately, she lets sleeping dogs lie, because she hopes you’ll come to her with something really important.

You hang out with Lydia and Allison a lot more, Allison backing up for Scott by keeping you safe — she tries to defend him for you, but you make it clear you need a lot of time before you can think about that stuff. She also tries to turn you against Isaac, but you’re even more closed off to that.

Lydia is a fresh breath of air, because she is just as confused about this (even if it’s only possibilities and vague stuff) and she doesn’t wanna know more either. She keeps things light between you and Allison, and keeps your mind off of things. But it doesn’t work when Allison and the others drag you guys to your house for a weird “study session” that gets crashed by a giant lizard thing- god, this was your life now.

Isaac grabbed you, and locked you in a bathroom before the whole thing really started. You scream at him to stop, scream for Scott, and beat on his chest, but he just screws his eyes shut and forces you in there — he knows you’ll hate him afterwards, but he also knows you might run straight at the Kanima if it came for him or Scott.

You do hate him afterwards. A little part of you understands why he did it, and it’s unfortunately the same part that still loves him. But you’re still hugely pissed off, especially after Scott and Stiles tell you that he tried to kill Lydia. So the next day, when he tries to talk to you at school, you glare at him until he goes away.

In swoops Matt, all “charming” smiles and “funny” jokes. He sees his chance: months of watching you and Isaac be all cutesy had paid off. He knew what kind of humor you liked — unfortunately, all it did was remind you of your boyfriend and keep you guys at a distance.

God, he hated it. Bad enough that someone was keeping you from him, but that it was Lahey. The brother of the guy that drowned him, the son of the guy that screamed in his face about how it was his fault- no. He had to break you up.

So he consolidated all the pictures that he’d taken of you: candids of you at school, at home, at the coffee place you liked. He slips them into your locker, and watches you squirm and look around. It’s working. Then, it’s those pictures of you and Isaac, kissing at your secret spot, necking in your bedroom, smiling at each other — labels it “Remember the good times?”

You’re trying to talk about it to Scott, Allison and Stiles, but they’re busy with the Kanima. Lydia tries to help, but she’s so out of it and she has been for a while and you’re starting to get worried.

It gets to a point where you run to Isaac, tears in your eyes, and photographs in your hands. “Is this you?” You sob, and he just pulls you into his arms shushing you - “No! No, babe, I’d never do that!” - and promises to keep you safe. You stay glued to his side after that. Boyd is nice and calm, a contrast to Derek who creeps you out a little.

Through his first full moon, you stay with him and keep him grounded. Your voice keeps his father’s out of his head, keeps him in control.

You’re standing off in a corner, watching with a smirk as Erica - who you’ve gotten weirdly close to in the past few weeks - and Isaac double team Jackson (it’s actually… kinda hot? Especially because damn Isaac keeps looking at you); but your view gets obstructed by Matt. He’s trying to talk to you but you barely listen, keeping eye contact with Isaac over his shoulder. Then they leave with Jackson, and Matt makes a move on you. You flinch away so hard, you hit the counter and get the bartender’s attention.

You confront him about the pictures and he splutters for an excuse. The bartender kicks out Matt, seeing your distress, who’s now more desperate for your attention than ever.

Matt - or the Kanima- kidnaps you during Lydia’s party and keeps you in his basement. You’re scared out of your mind, begging for him to let you go, but he promises you that there won’t be anyone in your ways from now on. While everyone’s dealing with the fiasco at the police station, Isaac, Boyd and Erica come get you.

He’s trying not to cry when he sees your busted lip, the bruises around your wrists where you were tied down.

Boyd and Erica decided to leave, but Isaac didn’t want to leave you behind. So he goes to Scott and Deaton, and becomes a good guy, helps out with Jackson and everything!

He also starts living with you guys, which you’re very excited about ;) But Melissa is very careful about leaving you two alone. And Scott’s stupid senses screw you over in that he interrupts every time you get to more than kissing.

But you find ways. 😉😏😏

Hope you liked it! I think I changed a few things, and I tried to keep the canon timelines for everything, but yeah!

[azucanela]

FIRST DATE HEADCANNONS + SCENARIOS

[FT. BAKUGOU KATSUKI, TODOROKI SHOUTO SHINSOU HITOSHI]

SUMMARY: Your first date with a few some of the first year boys[Bakugo Katuski, Shinsou Hitoshi, Todoroki Shouto].

WORD COUNT: 2.9k

WARNINGS: kissing, pretty pg, wholesome, perhaps slightly ooc oops, bad writing, just a tad of spice

A/N: someone send tik tok related requests they make me laugh

BAKUGO KATSUKI

when he asks you out on a date for the first time hes not actually asking

comes up to you and tells you, “get dressed im taking you out.”

you are just there talking to mina and kirishima in your pjs like ???

“with your quirk?” like you dead thought he was telling you he intended to kill you 

“no idiot...” now he’s embarrassed oh no

mina and kirishima are like 👀👀

“on a date?” they’re really trying to help him get his point across bc playing matchmaker is fun

“SHUT UP EXTRAS”

probably takes you to like some sort of outdoor thing on the first date

has to to involve movement

stroll through the park, or through like a mall if you don’t like more athletic experiences 

take him on a date to a trampoline park. do it. 

COOKS FOR YOU ON THE FIRST DATE!!!!!!!!

ITS AMAZING 

YOU HAVE BEEN BLESSED

is quieter during a date rather than his normal explosive self, he wants to listen to you, get to know you better

won’t kiss on the first date unless there’s a pre established friendship

your next date happens the same way, just tells you that you guys are going out, but you get it this time

lets you choose where you guys go that time

wants equal contribution to dates 

katsuki in street clothes is just beautiful, just ART, a masterpiece, he looks like a grumpy piece of ART

Katuski had just asked Y/N on a date, completely out of nowhere. Katsuki had asked Y/N on a date. It was difficult to believe, and considering his loud tone, the rest of Class 1-A also found it shocking, the student who claimed to have all his focus on becoming the number one pro-hero was now seeking a relationship. Ironic.

Though Y/N herself initially didn’t understand what he had been trying to say, she quickly got the message, and off they went. She was necessarily shocked by his feelings for her, they had discussed it in the dead of night, when she couldn’t sleep so he decided to forgo his normal grandpa sleep schedule. He fell asleep shortly after that conversation though, in her arms, he’d likely deny it if she ever mentioned it though.

Now, she sat on the counter in his parent’s kitchen, though neither of them were home, and the kitchen looked mostly unused. Y/N had tried to assist him but he’d brushed her off, “I asked you out. And you’re a horrible cook.” 

Y/N hopped off the counter and came up behind him, “whatever.” She mumbled, half expecting Katsuki to shove her away as she wrapped her arms around his torso as he sliced vegetables. He didn’t, though he did freeze momentarily before grumbling something about how dumb she was, Y/N knew he didn’t mean it based off the blush on his cheeks. 

Katsuki placed the vegetables into a pot of boiling water, covering it with a lid before tapping Y/N’s hand, signaling for her to let go. When she did, he turned around, and Y/N’s brow was raised. “C’mere.” He pulled her closer with one hand, and placed another on the back of her necks, bringing their lips together. 

She hummed in response, hand tangling into his hair, this wasn’t the first time they’d kissed. But it was the first time they’d gone on a date, he’d been sure to hide the dining room from her on the way inside, and she couldn’t help the excitement that bubbled up inside her. 

Y/N’s free hand found it’s way to his bicep, nails digging into his soft skin, courtesy of his quirk. Meanwhile, Katsuki’s hand found its way to the curve of her back, pushing her body closer to his only for Y/N to pull away, “pay attention while you are cooking.”

Turning to look at the pot, he’d realized that it was boiling far too much for comfort and cursed, releasing Y/N to salvage his food, she began to laugh. Katuski glared at her as he turned off the stove and put the put the vegetables into a nearby plate. 

With a smile on her face, she pressed a kiss onto his cheek, only for him to roll his eyes as he picked up the plate and moved out of the kitchen, Y/N trailing close behind as he headed to the dining room. “Can I see now?” She asked.

After a moment of contemplation, he nodded, and together they entered the dining room. It was a basic set up for a date, but it certainly set an intimate atmosphere that was rare when you lived in a dorm with several other students, and Mineta. There were candles lighting the room, and a rose in the center of the table, along with more food that he had already placed on the table. 

Grinning at him, Y/N spoke, “god you are such a sap.”

His cheeks flushed as he responded, “shut up.” 

SHINSOU HITOSHI

lol cutie, he asks you out on a date, you two are probably close friends and he just really likes your personality and attitude and stuff

“you don’t have to- well you know that but-”

“no, i’ll go out with you.”

“it’s fine i understand- wait what?”

did not think he’d get this far so he had no plans, he was expecting to plan a funeral for your friendship

ends up being the basic movie and food date

he picks a horror movie because he wants to protect you!!!

it makes him feel useful and bb needs validation

hold his hand during the movie

give him AFFECTION

you guys end up skipping dinner because you filled up on popcorn and other snacks during the movie so y’all just walk around

gives you his j a c k e t if its cold

he’s classy like that

unlike other people, he would kiss you on the first date

it would be an AMAZING experience that probably occurs at your front door, super adorable, he asks if he can kiss you

“can i kiss you?” fully expects you to say no

“yeah you can.”

“its fine, thanks for going out with me- wait what?”

same vibes as asking you out, did NOT expect this

walks you home because he is a GENTLEMAN change my mind, Shinsou brought back chivalry 2020

treats you RIGHT!!! the entire date, opens doors for you, pulls out your chair if necessary, pays for you unless you try to split the check but he might propose if you do that and pay for you regardless

When Shinsou asked Y/N out, he genuinely expected her to say no. His plans for the date included a funeral for himself and the friendship between the two of them. But, Shinsou was an honest guy and wanted to confess his feelings to her, secrets were a rarity between them, and this was no exception. They’d known each other for a while and his feelings weren’t something he could make disappear, no matter how hard he tried.

The last thing he expected was for her to agree to go out with him. 

She was still clinging onto his arm rather harshly as they exited the movie theater, having seen a horror movie, she exclaims, “I am never letting you pick the movie again.” 

Shinsou can’t help it when his heart skips a beat at her comment, looking over to her as he smirks, “again? So there will be a next time?” He asked, hoping that he hadn’t misunderstood.

Her cheeks warm, even though he asked her out, and Y/N looks away, “yes, if you want.” She mumbled, loosening her grip on his arm as they stepped outside. Cool air hits her, and Y/N can’t help the shiver that goes down her spine at the sudden cold. 

“I asked you out, of course I want a second date.” He replied, taking his arm from her grasp to remove his jacket, which he puts around her shoulders. “You still want dinner?” 

Y/N hums, taking his hand in hers and grinning as his cheeks turn red, “I’m not really hungry after all the snacks we had.” She replied, leaning her head onto his shoulder. “Let’s just walk.” 

They walked throughout the small shopping center, speaking with each other in regards to a variety of topics before beginning the walk home, when it started to rain. Thankfully, they were nearby Y/N’s home, and the laughs that consumed them as they ran didn’t stop as they ran up under the roof of Y/N’s porch. Shinsou’s hair was now matted onto his head thanks to the rain, their clothes soaked. 

Looking up at him, Y/N let another laugh escape her, “I like your hair.” She teased, bringing a hand up to ruffle it, though it had little effect.

Shinsou playfully glared at her, “yeah, yeah.” A smile found its way onto his face as he looked at her, the rain still hammering down on the roof, he found himself not wanting to let go of her hand as he asked, “can I kiss you? You don’t need-” He began to ramble, and Y/N was reminded of when he first asked her out as she watched him. 

Y/N’s hand released his and she grabbed his face, bringing his lips to hers, effectively silencing him as his hands fell onto her hips. They broke apart momentarily, only for Y/N’s arms to circle around his neck and pull him closer for yet another kiss.

“I’ll take that as a yes.” He mumbled as they pulled apart.

Tilting her head, Y/N smirked, “you’re cute.” Shinsou ducked his head to hide the pink in his cheeks at this comment. “Be here next Saturday around 2 in the afternoon. This time I pick the movie.”

Looking back up, he raised a brow. “I happened to enjoy the movie, particularly the parts when you-”

“I don’t have to agree to a second date.” Y/N threatened as she playfully slapped his shoulder before heading to her front door, looking back at him as she walked.

Shinsou hummed, eyes meeting hers as he grabbed her hand and yanked her back. “I think I liked the way you shut me up the first time around better.” He presses a gentle kiss to her lips before releasing her hand so that she can head inside. 

TODOROKI SHOUTO

THIS BOY

you probably don’t know its a date he’s like “so how was the date”

and you there like “im sorry how was the WHAT?”

asks his siblings for help because he’s clueless, also asks izuku and maybe even bakugo during their remedial course, though camie is 10x more helpful

this is because shoto always spends all of his father’s money on you

while you two are just best friends, he’ll see you look at something and then he’ll just buy it

you guys already act like a couple. like stfu we get it, you have Class 1-A’s resident pretty boy wrapped around your finger jeez no need to brag

it because he’s in love with you already but he doesn’t know that its not his fault he is oblivious to his own emotions

this just amplifies on a date

tries to take you to a ridiculously fancy restaurant and you’re like???

settles for a cafe

you get lost in the convo and forget to actually drink your drink so he just reheats it or makes it nice and cool again ya know

super useful bb

give him validation

listens to you super intently 

intellectual conversations EVERYWHERE he is literally so fun to talk to like discuss any and everything with him

First date at a cafe, he’s rich, he stole his dad’s credit card, and he happens to love trying new things since he was sheltered as a child so he will buy EVERY S I N G L E DRINK for you two to try them all together

50/50 chance he kisses you on the first date

100% chance a kiss happens if you initiate it

he walks you home, and depending on if you are feeling hot or cold, you’ll stand by his side, preferably away from the road because shoto is a gentleman who gets hit by cars for his partner 

When Izuku had suggested that Shoto take Y/N out on a date to help confess his feelings for her, he figured it would be a good idea. Except, he forgot the part where he asked her on the date.

Oops.

This didn’t really dawn on him as she led him away from the fancy restaurant he had tried to convince her to enter,  “we both know that neither of us would understand a thing on the menu because it’s probably all in french.” Though she had dressed for the occasion, and so had he. “Why do you even want to eat there?” Y/N asked, her hand still holding his as she dragged him along the side walk.

She knew very well how much he disliked such places. They reminded him of all the high end restaraunts he had been forced to go to as a child. And since his father was an infamous pro hero, and Shoto himself was one of the more popular Class 1-A students, it wasn’t uncommon for reporters to frequent areas he was seen in. Carrying their cameras as they tried to get a story about him or his father. He’d told Y/N numerous times how much he disliked the attention, which is why he avoided certain areas of the city. 

Shoto stared at their joined hands, that feeling of joy bubbling in his chest, “my understanding is that you take people to a nice restaurant for a date.” Came his response.

Y/N stopped walking, though Shoto didn’t, causing him to run into her and nearly trip her had he not grabbed waist to keep her from falling. “This is a date?” She asked, hands clinging to his arms as she tried to maintain balance. He’d been acting different, so Y/N felt as though she shouldn’t be shocked, but the fact that Shoto liked her?

He said nothing, releasing her from his arms before taking a step back, “I feel as though I should apologize-” Shoto began, realizing his mistake.

“I know a nice Café I’ve been meaning to visit that’s nearby, you want to continue this there?” She interrupted, extending her hand. Y/N wasn’t stupid, neither was Shoto, she knew he was inexperienced in the romance department and it was clear this was his attempt to woo her. 

It was cute. 

Looking up at her, he couldn’t help but give her a small smile, which she returned as he took her hand. Shoto was thankful that she hadn’t mentioned his poor preparation for the whole ‘date’ thing, since he failed to really ask her about it. Thankfully she was just going with it, “I really like you, Y/N.” It was blunt, but it was the truth, and it was Shoto, being himself. 

Y/N felt her cheeks warm as they approached the Café, “I really like you too, Shoto.” He moved in front of her to open the door, “and here we are.” She gestured to the small Café as they entered, it was a nice set up and she had been meaning to visit. The fact that it was Shoto that she was visiting with made it all the better.

“Why don’t you go find us somewhere to sit?” He suggested, small smile on his face. “I’ll save us a spot in line.” Y/N nodded, and it was clear that she had yet to notice that there was no line, and Shoto had Endeavor’s beautiful black mastercard in hand. 

Which is how they ended up with every possible drink on their table, some of which were going cold, and the cashier thanking Shoto for the $200 cash tip, laughing quietly side by side in their small corner within the Café. Y/N had chosen a more isolated part, though there were already very few people within the store. 

She looked up from her drink to find Shoto’s eyes on her, an unreadable look in his eyes, but she couldn’t help but smile at him, one that he returned. “I like this.” He said, his hand finding hers as he played with her fingers. 

“Me too.” Y/N replied, watching his movements. She found herself Y/N bringing her hand to Shoto’s cheek, and his eyes met hers momentarily, looking up at her in awe as she leaned forward and pressed a kiss against his lips.

Neither of them knew what they were doing, Shoto’s delayed reaction reminded them both of this fact as he finally kissed back after a few moments. The hand that had once been fidgeting with Y/N’s free hand, making its way to her bicep to rub circles in the spot. 

The moment didn’t last long, and when she pulled away, his lips were chasing hers, “we should do this more often.”

A small smile was on his face as he stared at her with what seemed like stars in his eyes, “yeah.” He pressed a kiss to her hand, “we should.”

A/N: when i tell you season 4 made me CRY

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Written by: hellsenthero

Bucky X FemReader

@leniram1890 Requested: For the request,i was thinking of Bucky x non avenger reader where reader saved Bucky from falling debris/ heavy object when Bucky unexpectedly is not in his senses that day,

Warnings/Themes: Language, violence, blood, fluff. (1.9K+ Words.)

*Masterlist*

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New York was a city filled with possibilities. But Y/N had never thought one of those possibilities was being destroyed and plundered by a secret organization. She didn’t know who was infiltrating the city, but she knew they were bad. Their dark uniforms with a red skull and six tentacles only further proved that. No one that worked for the good of all people would have a skull on their uniform. 

Before the screams of terror began and shots rang through the air Y/N had been sitting in a quaint little cafe at the corner. Sunlight shone in through the full windows, warming her in her seat as she drank her iced coffee. People walked by outside, some racing around in a hurry, others walking slowly, peacefully. She watched them go by her. The occasional loud conversation or honk of a car horn could be heard even inside the coffee shop, but she didn’t mind. It was New York after all, there was never complete silence in the city. 

Y/N had just finished her drink when the terror began. 

It was the people freezing in the middle of the street she noticed first. They all looked towards the same direction, some bringing up their hands to shield their eyes from the sun. Y/N looked to the left, through another window in the cafe, but couldn’t find what had grasped the full attention of the New York citizens. Even the man running towards a yellow taxi in the road stopped and stared off into the distance. The few other customers in the cafe with her got up and looked out the windows. Y/N took the last sip of your coffee before moving towards the window herself, eager for a closer look. That was when the first scream pierced the air. 

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Bucky was watching a movie Steve suggested to him at the Avengers Compound. It was, one of the classics I’ve been told to catch up on, Steve had said. The movie was called E.T and Bucky could honestly say he liked it. He’d just gotten to the part where the kid was hiding the alien in his closet when an alarm began to blare through the compound. 

Bucky jerked up from his seat and ran from the room. He’d just turned the corner when Steve nearly ran into him. 

“Suit up.” Steve ordered as he passed Bucky, no doubt on his way to find his own uniform. 

It only took Bucky a minute to suit up. The routine second nature to him now. He raced outside towards the Quinjet, finding Steve, Nat, Sam and Tony already in the jet and talking in strained voices. Clint got on the jet a second after Bucky and Wanda and Vision two seconds after him. 

“Great,” Tony clapped his hands together as he went to the front of the ship and began pressing buttons. “Let’s go.”

“What are we responding to?” Bucky asked as he took a seat. Steve turned to face him, a shadow passed over his gaze as their eyes met. 

“Hydra has infiltrated the city. It seems they’re done playing around behind the scenes and have gone for a more...direct approach.” Bucky’s metal fist clenched at his side, his metal plates whirling. “Our goal is to take out as many operatives as you can and protect the citizens.” The team nodded their heads as a collective group. 

From the front of the jet Tony called out to the team, “We’re landing in two minutes.” 

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Guns fired off like a show of fireworks. Minute after minute, second after second shouts and bangs filled the air. Y/N raced through the street, away from the soldiers in black. Above her a dark jet lowered itself towards the ground. Y/N was only mildly surprised to see the Avengers hop out and begin fighting. 

If Y/N had learned anything from the news then it was that when the Avengers arrive there will always be carnage in their wake. If possible Y/N pushed her legs to run even faster, away from the damage and death raining down on the city. 

She had just turned a corner when a blur of black and silver went flying past her, through the glass window of a furniture shop to her right. A scream tore out of her throat as she came to a halt. 

The building swayed, ready to collapse, and a pained groan sounded from within the structure. Against her better judgment Y/N turned, staring into the building for only a moment, before going inside in an attempt at helping the person inside. 

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Bucky wasn’t prepared to see so many Hydra soldiers. Men marching in uniforms of black, their red badges standing out like blood against the fabric. Their faces were the worst though. Not all, but many had the dead gaze Bucky knew all too well. The quick, meticulous, almost robotic movements that only came from having their minds wiped. Bucky could taste the burning acid of pain in the back of his throat. He wanted to throw up. 

Steve gave him a hard shove before racing into the destruction. A firm reminder to get his head straight, to start fighting. With a deep breath Bucky shot off his gun, instantly killing a Hydra soldier. 

Bucky didn’t know how long that went on for, the shooting, the killing. It all blurred together. But still, he wasn’t in his right mind. His past memories created a fog in his head. So when a Hydra soldier came up behind him, a gun in hand, Bucky didn’t realize until it was too late. 

Or nearly too late. If it wasn’t for Wanda throwing him through the air with her scarlet power, he would have been dead. The gun aimed directly at his head. As it was he went flying into a building, crashing through glass and wood and structural pillars. 

It was a never ending blur of pain and flying and red and black. 

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Y/N prayed she wasn’t going into the unstable building only to be met with one of the men attacking the city. She should have turned away, got out, but something pulled her further inside. The structural pillars of the large shop were broken in half. Only one remained standing, the sole pillar holding up the shop. 

Another groan sounded and Y/N called out. “Hello?” Another groan answered her and Y/N went further inside. One eye stayed on the pillar, praying for it to not give out while she was still inside. “Do you ne-” Y/N’s next question was cut off by the sway of the building. Dust and rubble rained down from the ceiling, the loud groans and creaks of the building filled the air. Y/N went to turn around, to head back out into the sunlit, destroyed city, but it was too late. 

The last pillar gave out. 

The ceiling came crashing down. Y/N dove beneath a table, her hands protecting her head, her knees tight to her chest. She thought she heard someone scream a man’s name from outside but it was washed away by the great crashes of the building. 

The first thought in Y/N’s mind when the crashes came to a stop, and the debris settled, was that she was dead. But the pain of rubble pressing down on her quickly reminded her that she wasn’t. That was she was alive and stuck in a collapsed building. 

With another person. 

With a groan Y/N crawled out from beneath the broken table. Blood covered her palms and knees as her limbs scrapped against debris. Dust filled the air like a heavy fog, threatening to choke her. 

“Hello?” Y/N called out as loudly as she could. The groan of pain that answered her seemed to lift an invisible weight off of her. Whoever had gone flying through the glass window only moments ago was still alive. For now. The dust began to settle and Y/N’s vision clearned. Ahead of her she could spot shining silver. It was most likely debris, it certainly couldn’t be a person, but still Y/N crawled towards it. 

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His mind fogged. He could hear a woman’s voice, calling out, but Bucky could do nothing more than groan in answer. If he made it out of there, wherever he was, he would be having quite the talk with Wanda. 

Debris layed heavy on Bucky, threatening to crush him to death. His movements were painful and limited, but still he tried to escape from beneath the crushing weight. 

Blood dripped from a wound on his head and his ribs screamed in protest as he did his best to crawl out from the rubble. But his best wasn’t enough. His mind was so foggy he didn’t know up from down, left from right, it all blurred together. He was nearly ready to stop his struggle and go to sleep like his mind begged him to do before the voice sounded again. 

Soft, sweet, gentle, it reached his ears and Bucky knew he was going to be okay. 

“Please don’t be dead, please don’t be evil.” Bucky could hear the woman’s voice clearer now. A heavy weight lifted free from his back and Bucky groaned in relief. “Shit, are you okay?” Bucky looked up and was met with beautiful Y/E/C eyes. “That’s dumb, you’re obviously not okay.” The woman said more to herself than to Bucky. Bucky reached out a hand, grasping onto the woman his eyes surveyed her from head to toe. 

“You’re hurt.” He gasped out as his eyes locked on the scarlet blood on her hands. 

“So are you.” The woman answered. 

Bucky smiled. He hadn’t smiled in a long time and he never would have guessed that a strange woman and a collapsed building would do him in, but he smiled. 

“I think I’m supposed to be the one saving people.” Bucky said and he crawled out from the last piece of rubble holding him down. His bearings beame less blurry, his mind focused on the building, the rubble, the woman. Direction began to make sense again. 

The woman smiled right back at him. “Yet here I am, saving you.” 

Bucky must have been in heaven. Dark, bloody, painful heaven, but heaven nonetheless. 

“What’s your name, knight?” Bucky asked as he and the woman worked together to be free of the building. The closer they got to their exit, the more Bucky could hear someone calling his name. No--someone’s. Steve and Wanda. 

“Y/N. Y/N Y/L/N.” The woman answered. “And yours?”

“Bucky. Bucky Barnes.” Finally, they got out of the building. Bucky was met with a relieved Steve and Wanda. The former smiled and gave him a pat on the back, but still Bucky’s gaze remained on Y/N. 

“It’s all over.” Steve told Bucky. 

Bucky didn’t respond back, instead he said to Y/N, “I think you need to be looked at.”

Y/N nodded her head. “I think you’re right.” Bucky smiled and wrapped an arm around Y/N. 

“Come on, I’ll bring you to the jet.”

The pair walked off and Wanda and Steve remained standing outside the ruined building, confused and surprised. 

“What-” Wanda began before Steve cut her off. 

“I don’t know.” Steve mumbled. “I don’t know.” 

[aching-tummies]

Quiet in the Library!

I think I lived out a kink-scenario again completely on accident today (note, this was written a couple of days before posting due to a busy schedule).

My area is currently experiencing an unprecedented heat wave. We're normally a colder climate so built-in AC units are not a thing in our area. Older houses come with ways to heat one's house, but nothing to cool it down because our climate is normally either cold or freezing. On my day off from work I decided that I wanted to go out somewhere with AC to kill time. I had some stuff I needed to work on and some things I needed to print off so I made plans to head to a public library and work/chill for a couple of hours.

I discussed my plan with family members. Some family members are going through medical treatments and stuff, so the entire household has been wary of going outside and potentially bringing germs and other stuff back home with them. I'd be going out for "recreational" purposes. We have a printer at home but it is only connected to someone else's desktop...so if I absolutely had to print something off I'd have to hop onto that computer...which I have done in the past...so the library trip was more for the idea of spending a couple of hours in a building with AC going. I wanted to let family know of my plans so that they wouldn't plan for me to be at home...and also offered the idea of someone tagging along with me if they wanted to beat the heat in the library too.

Turns out someone else was toying with the idea of going on a grocery run but they were on the fence because of the heat wave. I suggested that I'd tag along with them on the grocery trip, help them carry items and all, and then they could drop me off at the library and save me one trip on transit...I'd take transit home when I was ready. With that plan, I suggested that we eat breakfast at home because I had plans to buy lunch outside while on my library trip and I did not want to have to buy or eat two fast-food meals in one day. This was all discussed the night before my day off, fyi.

Plan made, upon waking up we worked together to put breakfast on the table. Unfortunately, my first task upon waking was to chug some ice-cold water out of the fridge. It was hot and I was sweating not even 10 minutes after waking up. The shock of cold water so soon after waking gave me cramps. Imagine how you'd react to being rudely woken up by someone dumping a bucket of ice-water on you...yeah, that's exactly how my stomach reacted. I hid in my room, doubled over with cramps, and left the rest of breakfast prep to family members.

Something went wrong with breakfast, apparently, that resulted in half of the food being inedible so I ended up eating about three mouthfuls of food and leaving the rest for other family members. The spoiled breakfast put other family in a bad mood so they reneged on our plans. Timing-wise, it resulted in a mad dash to the bus stop for me after swallowing my third mouthful of food because I had decided I'd be in the library today. The little food I had eaten was only barely enough to whet my appetite and my stomach was grumbling and snarling for more by the time I reached the bus stop. I rubbed my tummy a little to try to calm it because part of it was still griping over the ice-wakening.

When I got to the area with the library, I had a choice to make: walk further in the heat, by-pass the library, to find food at a nearby food-court first...or hit the library as intended, spend a few hours there, and then search for food hours later. The heat made my decision for me...looking for food first would have resulted in double the amount of walking in the heat because I'd be bypassing the library only to return to it after getting food. My stomach had calmed down on the bus ride (thanks to some discreet tummy rubs) and was no longer grumbling at me.

I hunkered down in the library with my earbuds in. It's been over a year since I set foot in a library due to the pandemic shutting them down for in-person services. I missed this. My favorite thing to do in the summer in previous years was to bring my laptop to a library and enjoy the ambience and the air-conditioning. It doesn't cost anything but transit fare so I did this often before the pandemic hit. I was enjoying myself. I felt a little self-conscious though because people that walked by my table gave me strange looks...and I don't know why. I had my mask on, other people at other tables were doing the same as I--had their laptops out and were working on Word-Processing documents. I'm at the age where I can totally blend in as a post-secondary student...so I couldn't fathom why I was getting strange looks and I kept on checking if my hair was out of place or if I had something on my clothes.

When I wrapped up my work, I shut down my computer and pulled by earbuds out...that's when I realized that the rumbling I felt throughout my three hours at the library was not due to my music being too loud. The grumbles had come back with a vengeance and apparently had been going for at least two and a half hours. Something about tables always seems to act as an echo chamber for stomach growls and these ones were audible...so...yeah...my best guess as to why people were giving me odd looks: my tummy was growling and they heard it.

To add to my embarrassment, a stunningly attractive person was in the table behind me. There was no way he didn't hear my growling tummy. I packed up, printed off my stuff, and left the library in a rush in order to spare myself further embarrassment.

Onto food. I stopped by a nearby convenience store to hunt for drinks. Pro-tip when eating at a food court or going to the movies or something: drinks and snacks are cheaper if you get them from a grocer or a convenience store or something than if you were to get them at the food court or theatre. I know, it's bad to do that to a theatre, but most of the people I know working in theatres tell me that they don't mind if you bring outside food as long as you don't leave evidence...don't throw out your own wrappers and zipper bags in their trash bins and don't leave bottled drinks and stuff lying around. You shouldn't do that sort of thing if you bought concessions at the theatre either...but yeah.

The convenience store here almost always has a "3 for $5" sale on drinks...it's just a matter of which brand/flavors are on sale when I go. I lucked out and it was on 500mL bottles of lemonade that day...so I trudged over to the food court carrying 1.5 litres of drinks. I was hungry and it was hot, so I ended up buying some of those premade sushi platters. It wasn't a big one...8 pieces or so. I bought a small bento box as well that basically just had some meat on top of the rice and a side of vegetables. I was hungry, so I was sure that this amount of food was alright for me to finish in one sitting. In previous trips I'd bought a 2-item large bento and the same sushi platter...I'd be able to finish the bento and maybe eat 2 of the rolls before being full in previous trips, so I was sure that what I had bought would fit comfortably in my stomach.

I forgot to factor in thirst. It was a hot day and all, so I ended up drinking more lemonade than I otherwise would have. I drank 2 of the bottles during my meal...so an entire litre of drink went into my stomach along with the food. By the end of my meal all that was left on my plate was one roll from the sushi platter. I brought it to my lips but my stomach definitely didn't want it and it was too hard to swallow.

My gut was packed. The litre of lemonade (as well as about half a cup worth of water from a waterbottle) filled up my tummy and brought me to 'stuffed' rather than simply 'full', The food alone would have comfortably brought me to 'full' as I usually only have my waterbottle with me for meals so I don't drink too much.

I was wearing a loose button-up shirt over top of a camisole and pants that day. The clothes were very flattering and highlighted my slimmer waist. I've got a higher BMI than is considered normal/healthy...but my figure is basically on the bigger end of average rather than into full blown obese territory...and most of my fat distribution goes toward my bust, arms, and thighs so my stomach was flat in those clothes. Not after lunch, that's for sure.

My stuffed tummy was aching, stretched and fit to bursting. The glut of food and drink had rounded out my stomach and I was immensely glad for the loose button-up hiding the evidence. I sat at the table for a while, unwilling and unable to stand up because my stomach felt so heavy and there was pressure at the base of my esophagus from all the food. I was terrified that I'd throw up if I moved and jostled my tummy. I spent a few minutes discreetly rubbing my tummy under the table as I flipped through headlines on my phone. I wasn't paying attention to my phone, mentally begging my stomach to start digesting so that I could finally move.

When I finally got up, I opted to walk around the mall for a bit in hopes of coaxing faster digestion. My stomach churned and sloshed the whole time. Surprisingly, there wasn't really any gas in my guts. It was all liquid and solid food. The rice must have absorbed some of the liquid because everything felt like it had swelled up inside of my belly. The stretch was intense. Thanks to my clothes, I felt like some of those "surprise inspection" fanarts I've seen floating around. If I had a partner and a discreet/private setting, I wouldn't have minded playing out a "surprise inspection" scenario. I was alone in public and terribly shy and embarrassed about my tummy though. If anyone tried to press their palm into my tummy at that moment I'm sure I would have been embarrassed and that I would have thrown up from all of the pressure in and on my tummy. I was stuffed to the point it hurt--my stomach felt like it was on the verge of a rupture.

[starshipsofstarlord]

remember my name

steve rogers x ronin!reader / masterlist

summary; five years is a long time, but now there is hope of returning those that turned to ashes to the reality. as a former member of the avengers, steve sets out to find you, finally seeing what you had become / warnings; death, angst, murder, mentions of sex, smut, flashback, captain kink

blood, it ran like a serpent on the cement, curving its red spine to elaborate the cracks in the ground. steve watched with distaste on the street, his patriotic orbs following after the crimson lines, watching lewdly as they met with the hood’s feet.

steve’s expression was one of exasperation, concurred in a waver of disgruntled shock. there were remnants of the kill dripping from blade, descending to the ground. once, the weapon had been used to allege a fight for a good cause. oh, how times had changed.

now it was served a purpose to subdue execution, slicing the air ways of men that deserved no more than have been turned to dust along with their previous victims. now, they could disdain no more damage onto society, their numbers were dwindling, as each was taken down, with the retribution of their loyal followers.

his blue eyes were given no option to look away, not as the inflicting murderess dropped her hood, revealing her face; it was you. the rain spattered the street, clinging your follicles to the surface of your face, it had gotten longer since the last time he had seen you, the parting of one side of your head was shaved, it was a modern style, and well, different than what he had been used to.

“y/n...” it felt as though he were uttering a stranger’s name, it had been half a decade since he had last witnessed your presence, after everyone had vanished, you had ventured off, taking the lives of many as you attempted to move on and satiate in your sorrow.

“it’s been a long time steve.” you smiled, as you watched his blond locks drown in the weather, though, he paid no mind. his eyes were locked upon you, his pupils dilated as he studied every difference to your exterior. you appeared a little older, as was a given, there were dark circles bothering the ponds of your under eyes, stating that you still struggled with nightmares after you had lost the battle.

“for you too, as i can see.” he sadly smiled, watching intently as you put the katana back into its slip, stepping inherently closer as he grasped your cheek, noticing how you tried to turn out of his grip. he didn’t allow you that luxury, he held your face steady as he nervously panted. “why did you leave, and do this as an alternative of all things?”

“avenging is no longer an accomplishment, we lost, and this way, i am abolishing the bad guys before they get their rise to global terror. don’t you understand?”

“no, i didn’t mean the compound, i meant that night.” even him mentioning it had you freezing up, aware of what he was promoting at. “we had our moment, and you disappeared, you weren’t there in the morning; i needed you, and i thought you needed me too.”

“who i was back the did, she really needed you, but she’s gone. she had to go, if she hadn’t, then she wouldn’t have survived the aftermath. now why are you here rogers?” your tone was stiff, demanding an answer.

“steve.” his name was a safe haven on your lips, he laid atop of you, his beard brushing the sides along your neck as he planted sloppy kisses upon your delicate skin. fighting against thanos and all his force had essentially been a failure, people, your friends, had obliterated into piles of ash, blowing away whence the wakandan wind ushered by, like a whisper in the air.

the captain rutted his hips, as the pair of you laid in a combination of explorative limbs on your bed within the compound, sufficing sounds of pleasure withering out of your lips. he too needed to release some steam, using your body and it’s warm grip, as you did the same in turn.

there was pain lurking in the depths of your emotion conjuring eyes, reflecting in his blue orbs, as he opened them, glancing at your face to fuel his movements of anticipating release. “i’m close captain, don’t stop.” he brought his hard working hand down, fiddling with your sensitive nub between his fingers, coercing you into spiralling over the edge.

he himself didn’t last much longer, grunts of emphasised endorsement radiating off his chest, as he placed a heavy and heated kiss upon your poised lips. a ground shaking tending of his shoulders indicated that he was stiffening up, getting close to relieving himself, and the stress that harboured his shield of a heart.

he had been through so much already, same as you, and thus when he rolled off of you, he brought your body to lay against his chest, raking his fingers through your hair, planting a tender kiss upon your forehead.

“we’ll get them back darling.” he promised you, as you all relished in the company of one another, some more than others, as you waited to hear something, anything, from tony, wherever the hell he was in the abyss above. it was a promise of steve’s part, but as time went on, it became doll.

like an old movie, it lost it’s future optimism, disappearing into a blithering of new coming titles, fawning you into remembering all their names, and how you would never see them again. they were all gone, your family vanished, and there was nothing that could be done.

it was a long shot, but it was the best chance that they had been handed. scott had informed them of quantum physics, and how it protected him from the blip and all its pain; time worked differently in the realm that he had delved into, and it gave them hope.

not to mention, they had yet to see tony, and make his mind revisit the prospect of reversing the affects of the infinity gauntlet, and thanos’ thu’um. and if steve managed to bring you aboard their hopefulness, he would take you with them, and show you the cabin that tony resided in.

it would be his way of informing you that you could have it all, the life that you wanted. a home, where you would no longer have to run, finding shelter and attacking the enemy from dark corners, preying on them like a predator, disguising yourself in a black attire, so that you could blend into the deadly atmosphere almost undetected.

and not to mention, the marriage and the kid. they were things that you had sworn off, revelling in the life of a skilled mercenary, never wanting to ever endanger loved ones in that way, knowing the wrath that your job and potential could cause.

“we have a chance to set things straight.” he responded, noticing how you had stepped away from his hand, and instead focused all your senses into listening to him. “there is a way to bring them all back.” a chortled laugh echoed off your chest, as you crossed your arms over your chest.

“if there was, we would have found it years ago, don’t give me hope where there is none.” you insisted, the emotion straining through your words. “that night, i left all reminders behind, don’t return them to my brain when i am finally able to comprehend what i need to do.”

“what you need to do y/n is have a little faith, you trust me, don’t you?” a moment of silence enveloped the two of you, the falling of the rain filling in the tense air, as steve continued to reprimand your agenda. “i know you do, so, so come home.”

the avengers compound; home. “tell me it will work steve, i can’t lose them again, not again. false efficiency concerning this will only make it hurt once more, possibly worst than the first, where i saw their bodies descend into nothing more than specks.”

“it has to.” those words were the same thing that he had been telling himself. “and if not, we’ll have each other to lean on again, i know it’s not much but-“

“it’s enough.” you finished for him, a pained smile expressive on your complexion. “because this time, i am really going to need you, i will become who i was once more. and if i crumble, i am going to need you to be there for me, to catch you when i fall, and most probably if we do get them back. i still feel overwhelmed about everything, and thus all that bothers my mind is images of you.”

how you wished he had stayed, but alas he had to go back in time, and unite with peggy, alternately allowing you to spiral. it made you regret, only partially of course on a somewhat selfish scale, ever continuing on with the due path. whilst you had gained your family back, you had lost one vastly import member.

you’d remember his name, for good and bad. he had hurt you, but helped you altogether, reminding you of your duty once more, that was avenging. a part of you wished that you had never left him that night, maybe then, his actions would have been different, and he’d have stayed, but again, it was only a theory, something you could never be certain of.

[supercorpkid]

Superkid saves National City.

Supercorp, Kara Danvers x Daughter!Reader, Lena Luthor x Daughter!Reader

Word count: 2280.

You know in those apocalyptic movies where the teens are out in the woods camping and they go back home to see all hell break loose while they were gone? Well, that’s how you feel right now.

You and Jamie went to visit your Gramm in Midvale, because she promised cookies and you missed her. When you both flew back to National City, the city was pure chaos. No, that’s not exactly how the city was. The city was quiet. Silent, calm and unmoving.

You look at the spaceship hovering above the city center, and land on the street under it. You and Jamie look at each other in shock. You look around and people are just stuck, simply not moving. Like statues of themselves.

“Hey! Can you tell me what happened?” You ask someone, but there’s no answer. You and Jamie try to shake people awake, but no one moves. It’s like someone pressed a stop button and everyone is frozen in place. You look at each other again. “Moms!”

You fly Jamie to her place first. You go inside the house and you see Kelly standing in the kitchen with a glass of water in her hands, like she’s posing for a portrait. Alex is sitting on the couch looking back at her, with her mouth open like she’s going to say something. But she doesn’t talk, she doesn’t blink, and she doesn’t move.

“What is happening?” Jamie asks you, and you go to aunt Alex while she tries to talk to Kelly. “Mami, mami, please talk to me. Mami, please.” You can hear the desperation in her voice and your heart beats fast.

“Auntie, please say something.” You touch Alex's face and she feels warm. You use your super hearing and hear her heartbeat. “They’re ok, they’re just frozen.”

“How is this ok?” Jamie yells at you, clearly upset. “Look at them! They are not ok!”

“Why are you yelling at me? I didn’t freeze them! I’m just as confused as you are!”

“I’m not yelling at you!” But she is. “I’m yelling at the situation!”

“Well, your yelling at the situation looks a lot like yelling at me!” You yell back. You roll your eyes. “I have to go home. Maybe momma is not frozen and she can help.”

You fly home before she even has a chance to say something. You walk in already calling for your moms, but you hear no answer.

“Mom! Momma!” You hear their heartbeats and you rush to their bedroom. “Oh Rao! Oh no! Oh fuck!” You yell looking anywhere but to your moms, who are both very much frozen and only in their underwear in bed. “Why? Why do these things happen to me?”

You cover your eyes and throw a blanket over them.

“Why couldn’t you be talking like normal people?” You complain to yourself and use your super speed to wrap Kara in her bathrobe. You move her away from Lena and sit in front of her, feeling a little calmer, now that she’s covered up.

“Ok, so you’re frozen in time in a freakish situation, almost naked may I add, and there’s an enormous spaceship in National City. Everyone is completely stuck in place and me and Jamie are the only ones awake.” You try to listen to other people’s voices, but it’s still silent. “I need you, momma. I need you to tell me what to do, how to save everyone.”

Kara just stares at you, with glass eyes and you swallow hard. You hear her heartbeat changing the slightest, like she can hear you, but she’s unable to move.

“Come on, momma. You have to break free. Please. You know I can’t save everyone. I’m not ready for it.” Nothing. You stand up, try to shake her, you yell and you cry in front of her, but she just stays there, with the same expression she had before.

You fly back to aunt Alex’s house to see Jamie sitting on the floor in the middle of the living room, crying. You don’t say anything, you just hug her.

“They’re frozen too, aren’t they?” She asks and you agree with your head.

“And they look like they were about to have sex.”

“WHAT?” Jamie stops crying immediately, and she bursts into laughter, making you roll your eyes in response.

“It’s not funny! I’m scarred for life after the scene I just saw.” You complain, but she keeps laughing.

“I’m sorry, but it’s hilarious!” Her laughter fades in with time, and she finally looks back at you. “You know it’s up to you, right?”

“Jamie, I can’t!” You gasp shocked.

“Well, you have to!”

“Not really. Maybe I should fly to Metropolis and ask for Superman’s help. Whatever this is, I can’t fight it!”

“Of course you can! You have super strength, laser eyes and some other insane powers. If you can’t fight it, no one can.”

“I’m just not ready!” You cover your face with your hands. This is too much responsibility for you.

“You will never be ready unless you do it!” Jamie grabs your head and makes you look at aunt Alex. “Look at her! You are the only one who can save her! You’re the one who can save your moms from their sex interruption…”

“Stop being gross!” You roll your eyes annoyed.

“No, you stop being a whiny baby! Get up and go fight!” Jamie stands up, you mimic her action. “It’s time the world knows who Superkid is and what she can do.” You agree with your head. “Stay here.”

Jamie goes inside the house and comes back a minute later with a box in her hands.

“Your moms were keeping this here to give you as a birthday gift. But I think this is the perfect moment.”

You open the box and look at a super suit staring at you. You pick it up and smile at it. No cape, because capes are lame. It looks like Kara's old suit, but instead of gold, they used silver. It’s also a lot more red than blue, and they gave you less longer and way more comfortable boots.

You change using your super speed and Jamie smiles at you, taking a picture of you while you smile to yourself.

“Ok, you look awesome!” She cheers and hugs you right after. “Go on, go save the world, Superkid!”

You fly towards the spaceship trying to look inside, but you don’t see anything. You try to hear for heartbeats or voices, nothing. The only thing you hear are computer sounds. You break the window and crash in the middle of the command room, falling in a not-so-superhero pose. You shake it off and stand up looking around. Luckily, no one is there to see you making a fool of yourself.

You walk around, there is no one in there. They are either already on the ground or they are not on Earth yet. You look at the monitors in front of you and confirm your doubts, this is the first spaceship. They sent this one to make everyone freeze, so the rest of the spaceships can come and don’t experience any resistance.

You try to press some buttons to make everything go back to normal, but you don’t understand it, since it doesn’t look anything like Earth technology.

You fly out through the hole you made and look at the spaceship in front of you. The only way you can fight all the others that are coming is with some help, that means you need to unfreeze people and get Supergirl on your side. So, you do the one thing you’re actually great at, you let your powers take over you, and do whatever they want to.

Your heat vision and super strength together are a perfect combination of destruction, and within seconds the whole spaceship it’s destroyed and burned into pieces in the sky.

You use your super speed to collect the falling wreckage, before they hit someone on their way to the ground, and when you finally land, you’re happy to see no one’s hurt.

You wait a beat, looking at the people around you. You don’t hear any voices, any breathing. Your heart squeezes in your chest. What if destroying that spaceship was the wrong call? You wait a while longer. No one moves, the city is silent. You feel you’re about to break down and cry, because it didn’t work, when you hear muffled voices. Soon, there are loud voices, and everyone is moving and looking around to where the spaceship was.

You press the button on your watch and fly high. The highest you’ve ever been while still being able to breathe, and you wait for the other ones that are still coming. It takes Kara a while, but you see her flying, cape and blonde curls flying in the wind towards you.

“Little one!” Kara yells and holds you so tight it’s hard to breathe.

“Nice seeing you with your clothes on.” You joke and your momma smiles embarrassed.

“I’m so sorry you had to see that.” She says looking really ashamed, and you look up when you hear noises. “What are we up against?”

“Nine spaceships.” You look back at her and she lets go of you to get into a fighting position. “Someone needs to get people out of the way. And it should be you since they know who you are.”

“I can’t let you fight nine spaceships on your own, babyface.” She holds your forearm for reassurance.

“Is it because you don’t think I can, or because mom would kill you?” You ask and Kara furrows her brows looking offended.

“Because I would never forgive myself if something happened to you.” The noises are getting louder now, and you know you’re past the talking point.

“You have to go! Now!” You yell at her, pointing down to hundreds of people in the direction of the spaceships that are coming. “If you weren’t awake, I would have to deal with this either way! Things are about to get really ugly!” You can feel your powers taking over you again. Your eyes are burning and even though you’re not shooting lasers from them yet, you know they’re probably bright orange already. “GO! SAVE THE PEOPLE! BE SUPERGIRL!”

Kara is wavering next to you, and by the time you see a shimmer of silver peeking, your eyes are shooting lasers, giving it no time to even think about a response. Kara hesitantly flies back to National City when she sees the wreckage falling down. Another two spaceships appear out of thin air and you fly to both at full speed, breaking them in seconds.

A fourth one appears and you fly inside of it, before destroying it. You look around, no one’s in there too. They’re sending spaceships to destroy everything and not to take over, like you first imagined. The spaceship starts shootings down, making you fly out of it. This makes you even angrier and your body reacts by blowing up everything in seconds.

The other five spaceships that come, are blown up without you even making this decision. Your anger took over you, your powers took over the thinking part of your brain. And it was all shooting rays and punches for a while.

When every single one of them it’s destroyed, you get out of your trance. You stop midair, breathing deep. You’re almost relaxing and thinking the worst is over, when you look down at the falling wreckage and think about the destruction YOU are about to cause.

You fly faster than you’ve ever flown, collecting broken parts and you see Kara doing the same. Lucky for you, Supergirl got everyone out of the way, so the pieces you’re not able to recover don’t hurt anyone, even when they fall on the ground.

When things stop falling from the sky, Kara lands on the ground and you see people coming out of their hiding spots to applaud her. She looks around probably looking for you, but you fly away and keep your distance. You don’t want applause, you don’t want people to know you, cause if they do, you will have enemies, and you’re way too preoccupied with other things in your life right now.

You fly home to check up on Lena, and you’re happy to see she, too, is fully dressed already. She hugs you as soon as you walk in, and you let her comfort you, feeling exhausted.

“She destroyed nine spaceships so fast, Lena!” Kara walks in so happy her feet don’t even touch the ground. “Our daughter is the best superhero this town has ever seen!”

“I thought you went to help her.” Lena looks at Kara confused. She lets go of you, but you pull her back into the hug, not ready to let go.

“She doesn’t need my help. She is such a badass!” Kara also hugs you and you smile, squeezed between your moms. Kara kisses the top of your head. “I’m so proud of my baby!”

“Thanks for saving us, babygirl.” Lena kisses your forehead and you beam.

“Yeah, well, now I want to know who’s going to save me from the scene I saw earlier.” You let go of them and raise one eyebrow.

“It’s a natural thing, little one.” Kara says with a smile.

“Nope.” You walk away frowning.

“It’s ok, it’s human nature! And it’s fun!”

“Dear Rao, stop talking!” You keep walking to your room, and Kara keeps yelling.

“One day you’ll do it too.”

“Stop traumatizing me!”

Rao, why do these things only happen to you?

[i-need-air]

Hello I really like your hybrid au especially with kirishima

I was wondering if I can request one with kirishima hybrid where reader gets kidnapped because someone from the old ring wants revenge and kirishima is looking for them

Wow, I took some time with this because it was hard to place Kiri in such a situation. I hope I gave it justice. This is not my usual fluff since it's a darker theme, so yeah. Hope it was worth the wait though! Enjoy and tell me if you liked it!! 💕💕

Word count: 4k [ I... I got carried away... and I still feel it's short 💀 ]

Warnings: kidnapping, blood, mentions of abuse, guns, Kiri's past being f'd up, insults [?], hint towards assault;

[ Masterlist ] [ Main Hybrid!Kirishima HCs ]

× this man is all about safety

× asks you to send him a message whenever you arrive safely at home or wherever you're going

× it's super-sweet and really helpful; your well being is everything to him after all

× yet one evening you didn't arrive on time

× no message, nothing

× he was waiting and paying attention to time since he wanted to suggest going out to watch a movie, but you didn't arrive

× one hour later he finds himself frowning at the clock, tapping his foot in wonder

× he sent you a message; the fact that it send but you didn't receive it unsettled him more, to which he decided to call— "The phone you're trying to reach is disconnected or no longer in service."

× did you run out of battery? was that even possible?

× what seals the deal is a DM he receives from a throwaway account on social media he was so active and known on.

× "We've got your little toy. You know where to find us, Red Riot. Come alone or they die." and attached was a pictute of you, on the floor, possibly unconscious, hands tied behind your back.

× a collar was placed by your side; he knew what it was.

× his blood ran cold, a freezing shiver electrified through his spine as he jumped out of the couch, terrorized and more importantly raging mad

× Red Riot: a name he tried to forget; a name people shouted at him in praise as they put bets on his head; a name he's been given as he fought friends and foes; a name that brought back pain and suffering. A name he didn't want to taint his new life with.

× he did not take any time to leave the house in a hurry, his eyes burning with unshed tears.

× Kirishima didn't know where his friends were, so he found himself on his own, outside your apartment complex, taking a deep breath in; he could find you; he had to find you even if it was the last thing he did, yet he had to do it alone.

× he spotted your car in the parking lot— in a blink he was by it's side, just spotting your belongings inside and the car-keys still in

× uncontrollable rage took over him as he still sniffed your scent in the air.

× you've been here and because of him, now you weren't; you're gone; you've been attacked too, the window smashed and blood running down the door

× he sniffed again, noticing how it wasn't your blood— relief didn't come since he did recognize the other scent; his dealer.

× "You fucking mutt!" he growled above the red-haired man chained to the wall, fist closed readied to make impact.

× Kirishima growled lowly, remembering.

× "You fucking made me lose ten fucking grands because you didn't want to finish that fucking beast!" his screams could be heard throughout the hallways.

× He got inside the car.

× "You and your fucking group, you think you're too good to fucking follow MY ORDERS—" a crack could be heard as the punch collided with the hybrid's jaw, yet it did little to no damage to him. Curses followed, making the man almost chuckle, yet chose not to, knowing the damage it would bring. "YOU PATHETIC PIECE OF— I FUCKING BROKE MY HAND, SHIT!" he yanked him by the hair with his other hand, pulling hard. "I'm gonna make you regret the day you were born." And if it weren't for his improvised family, Kirishima would've been regretting that day anyway without his assistance.

× He sped off, fingers whitening on the steering wheel because of his harsh grip. Tears now ran freely on his cheeks with no conscious attempt made to be stopped.

× Only two places haven't been raided by the Hybrid Protection Services came to mind, deemed as abandoned yet for those that knew the insides, the buildings were definitely used mostly as hideouts and for special occasions

× few escaped from being detained by the police, yet word came to him that the bastard, Mawler as he liked to call himself, was caught; it didn't seem to be the case and as he drove, Kirishima could only think he'd make the fucker regret the day he was born; a bitter laugh left his lips, hating himself for a moment. Although the image of a friend came in his mind, imagining him slapping his back in a poor attempt to motivate him. That's what he would say too.

× the self-hatred washed off; for you he'd do anything.

× he rushed to the first location; it used to be a club with an underground arena, in which he himself fought in countless times

× his neck itched as he gritted his teeth; the memory of the electric collar they had to have on while almost killing each other made him want to vomit

× a deep growl left his frame; gutural, dark, menacing; they wanted the Red Riot? it seems they forgot where he really got that name from;

× he only saw blood on the way there.

× he parked not too far but tried to keep a low profile although his big frame didn't help in a stealth situation. Kirishima knew he's in for trouble, but what else could he do?

× —

× you blinked, blinded by the light that shined harshly in your face

× "Would you look at that, fellas? Guess who's wakin' up?" you had no time to panic, just flashes of the quick encounter just by your house appearing in your mind as a boot collided with your stomach, making you wince in pain

× What was going on? What the hell happened?

× "Aww, don't make that face..." someone mocked. "Save it for when Red Riot comes along, baby." he whispered harshly at you, venom in his voice.

× you muttered "—Riot?" in daze, placing your knees as close to your chest for protection; your head hurt badly, a throbbing pain coming from the back of it.

× laughed echoed around you; "He didn't fucking tell you? How much of a fucking BEAST he was?!"; other voices joined in... two more voices, but you couldn't be sure

× memories came back at you; how you were arriving late but decided to not send any message since you were driving; parking, gathering your stuff, the sound of crystal breaking—

× but nothing else;

× "You don't fucking know what your piece of shit of a mutt even did before acting like a perfect little boyfriend, didn't ya?" the same venom filled voice came closer to you, giving you the chance to finally see his ugly scowl and to imprint his stupidly face in your mind;

× were they talking about Kirishima? Your Kirishima? He never really got into detail about his previous life yet made it clear he was forced to fight for the entertainment of others— did they fucking think he had a choice?

× yet you remained silent; it seems Kiri knew you'd be there and your concussion didn't really help you to think straight and form any plan;

× something could be heard outside, a crash of some sort and everyone stood still for a good second.

× "He—... He's here already?" one of them whispered. A clicking made you freeze. You snapped your head up in terror, only knowing that sound from movies, a sound so scary you really didn't think you'd hear it in real life; guns.

× "I fucking send that message 20 minutes ago..." Ugly Scowl said, taken back in surprise. His eyes, dark and void of goodness snapped on you, an unsure smile painting over him. "I wanted to have some fun with ya."

× your body couldn't control the shiver that ran through it, from head to toes, and he noticed, turning his uncertain smile into a sadistic one; your face was probably a dead giveaway too.

× but Eijirou was there and deep down you knew there was nothing to fear; except for the guns.

× the red-head wasn't dumb, he knew this world a million times better than you, so he must've known; with a flood of nervousness piling up in your stomach, you blinked the stinging feeling in your eyes away and hoped for the best.

× "Go check that fucking sound, retards!" he then screamed, two sets of footsteps rushing at his orders; it seemed he was the "boss" of whatever the hell this small group of pieces of shit was and hated your boyfriend's guts.

× should you talk? should you not? what's the best possible outcome out of this?

× your wrists stung, locked harshly with what felt like a rope; in a poor attempt to move your fingers to feel if you could, in an ideal world, free your hands, the man caught your movements instantly; he yanked you by the neck, lifting you off the ground with no difficulty and that's when you noticed he was strong, muscular, big; his frame wasn't as massive as Eijirou's by any chance but massive enough to make you reconsider any attempt to escape. "Don't even fucking think about it, dear."

× his breath, foul and heavy, hit your face and you almost gagged; he was watching you, observing your face in search of something. Through a nod he hummed at himself.

× "Not bad, Riot." his nose hit your cheek as he breathed you in and a whimper left you, guts screaming danger; he snickered. "It's okay, I like them when they cry." he mocked your tears in a heavy whisper, which you didn't notice until he pointed them out.

× a snap could be heard from inside the building, possibly on the floor above; were you underground?

× the disgusting man by your side lifted himself up, throwing you on the floor like garbage. He lifted his gun and narrowed his eyes towards the stairs.

× "Be good and maybe I'll keep you for myself after I hunt your mutt down." he said between gritted teeth. You just started praying for the man you loved, still trying to figure out a way to at least hide before this scum used you as a threat more than he did already.

× —

× Kirishima watched them from the shadows; his breath was heavy yet silent, his enhanced vision saw the two low-life mobs he sometimes noticed following Mawler whenever he went; he took in consideration their stance; of course they'd bring weapons—

× his mind drifted to one of his trainers, EraserHead, and on the few moments of aloofness he let himself have around the younger ones put in his charge; "Humans are easily fooled—" he'd grin lazily. "And very easy to scare."

× with determination like he's never had before, he grabbed a rock; if he had to reach you, he'd have to do the only thing he was never good at: being stealthy.

× he rushed to the left of the back entrance, hidden behind a beaten up car as he threw the small rock in the opposite direction and in any other situation he'd find himself amused, EraserHead's words on replay in his mind. One of the guys almost jumped in place at the sound, gun fastly jerked into its general direction with trembling hands.

× with no second to spare, he entered the building, his speed impressive—

× no sound was made, but what helped him greatly was that one of them started talking into the nothingness; "We know you're there, you bastard!"

× the other one was now searching inside the building, yet his head turned towards his companion outside; sadly for the poor idiot, it only took a punch in the jaw to immobilize him and knock him out entirely. He took the guns from the now unconscious body and put them in his belt and pocket, yet had no intention to use any.

× the second one left outside was still talking a whole monologue, making the man sweat drop; was this Mawler's plan? he wasn't known to use his brain much...

× yet he wasn't as easy to take down as Kirishima wanted it to be; he turned around, probably uneased by the lack of response of his partner, suspicious and more on the edge; he could feel it, his nervousness, his fear; another bitter grin appeared on Eijirou's features.

× "Jackal?" his voice hid fear behind it.

× they definitely knew the damage he could do and the hybrid was glad they did, wanting them to be terrified, his predator instincts washing over.

× he jumped on him, kicking the pistol out of his hands in a heartbeat and making him stumble backwards, losing his balance; it happened in a blurr, old feeling of being in the ring, fist to fist, tail low and ready to pounce. He was in his element once again and God, he hated himself when he let go of all the pain and broke his arm, the sweet image of your smiling face as you burried yourself into the same arms he hurt people with always in the back of his mind.

× before he could realize, the other woke up from the knockout; he heard rushed steps towards him and a snapping sound. The blabbering idiot was on the ground now, breathing but beaten to a pulp and everything stood still for a good second.

× he got hit? in the back of his head? With just one glance he saw a broken wooden plank and blinked stupidly; did he seriously think—?

× Kirishima grinned and in an instant he grabbed Jackal's head and smashed it into his knee.

× —

× you could hear his steps; you knew it was him; heavy yet trying to conceal them poorly; your man was walking around the floor above and you sniffled your nose at the thought.

× he was absolutely massive and nothing about him was silent; gentle, yes, but silent? laughable. Even in this horrendous situation you closed your eyes lovingly at the thought. He's here.

× "Those damned fucking useless pieces of shit—" Oh, yeah. Him.

× the barrel was suddently pointed at your head and any thoughts you had abandoned your brain completely

× utter terror overwashed your senses in every way as you stared at it with wide eyes

× "Let's see if he fucking likes this—"

× —

× the only way down for the public was the stairway; not even those useless guards knew the hidden entrance his friends and him used once; they had to come back though, the guilt and knowledge that if they're found to be gone would make Mawler execute everyone else.

× a low window painted black that led to a storage room behind the filthy bathrooms and the place they'd be kept in cages; he ran on the first floor, approaching the stairs before jumping on the dusty metal bar, now completely silent and praying his poor attempt at a bait worked.

× in no time he was outside again and in even less of a second he found himself by said window leading to the underground arena.

× —

× "Maybe if I hurt you a little bit, he'll come to his senses." He grinned, gun's safety lever clicked, now pointed at your stomach.

× you saw your vision blurr and you really, really wanted to say something but didn't know what to; your lips trembled and you bit them in the hopes of showing at least some courage before getting shot but you couldn't help closing your eyes.

× the sound was so loud; an obnoxiously loud bang shook the room or maybe just shook you to the core, then warmth engulfed you wholly.

× it gripped into you so strongly yet no damage came; "I got you, baby." came as a whisper in your ear and just as you snapped your eyes to see his red, sweet, gorgeous red eyes look at you tenderly, he was gone.

× nothing was said; just a rush of screams and silence; your kidnapper tried to shoot again or so you saw but he was jumped on instantly; that's when you noticed Eijirou was growling like a wild animal and was covered with blood.

× he was like a hurricane, like a bulldozer, like an unstoppable force that destroyed with no mercy; covered in red and splatters due to his constant attacks just painted him with more of it;

× you were looking at Red Riot and your stomach dropped; this is what he was made to be and you cried when he did not stop beating the man underneath him.

× "Baby, stop—" you'd whisper, really trying to get up and barely making it to stay in a seating position, kinda desperate; and he indeed stopped at your plea, froze actually.

× the poor devil under him was groaning, gargling whatevers but it didn't matter; he was looking at you, shocked and you could see the fear in his eyes...

× was it bad that it didn't matter to you? as long as he didn't kill them, as long as justice got to them and furthermore kept Kirishima by your side forever, it didn't matter to you; it was instant, that thought.

× but as he stood there frozen, taking in your nerves and sudden relief, your crying face filled with worry; you took him in too... how his back was getting soaked in blood, running through his shirt down, and down, leaking...

× he got shot for you;

× "Please, leave him, help me and—" he turned a little, ashamed yet mute.

× like a scolded child, unsure; he was bleeding but he was scared of you; he had a hole in his back but he was hurting for your reaction.

× you sniffled again, getting on your knees, pain striking in your stomach but ignoring it; "Eijirou, come to me, please."

× and he did, all so gracefully, so fast and without a single wince; as if he knew pain more than he should've.

× your hands were instantly freed

× his silence killed you inside, it really did. This man, this amazing creature that beamed like the brightest star in the sky was now somber, dull...

× your phone was thrown on the floor as they tampered with it and you rushed, with trembling hands and uncertainty at his attitude to call the police; he was still to say anything, just staying on his knees in front of you, head low and teary eyes.

× he just muttered the location when they asked you about it but that's it; the operator asked questions yet you didn't care to answer them, just saying you need an ambulance too before closing the call to crawl towards him, taking his torso into your arms careful not to touch the wound on his back.

× he then cried harder into your neck, almost falling into your embrace, accepting it but his hands didn't move to touch you, laying unmoving on his sides.

× "I'm so—" he hiccuped. "I'm so sorry, [Y/N]." His frame was shaking more and more;

× "I love you, Eijirou." It's all you could say. Really, your brain just screamed for you to tell him that, as if you felt it's what he needed to hear the most.

× guilty; blaming himself; putting himself down;

× he shuddered into you as your hands, tired and sore, reached for his sweat soaked hair to stroke it gently.

× "You came for me. You saved me. Thank yo—"

× "Don't! It's all my fault—" his voice broke for a second, hands turning into fists and the only thing grounding him was your scent invading his nostrils. "You're hurt because of me..."

× you cried with him too, gluing his head more into you, peppering his face with shaky butterfly kisses.

× "It's not your fault, it was never your fault, Eijirou." you shook in place as you reassured him. Word by word, sentence by sentence, you let him know he's just as much of a victim being chased by his past, a past he was forced to have; he came for you, he rushed to save you, he took a bullet for you and yet again, he acted like it was nothing, as if the pain of putting you in danger was greater than any damage he could take.

× his hands encircled you and for the first time since you saw him after waking up to this nightmare, he winced in pain but did not let you go. Instead, he pressed your body into his, fearing you'd dissapear.

× you asked him if you should cover the wound, not really knowing what to do for now; you'd have time to talk, you'd have time to reassure him again and again and again, but now you had to make sure he was fine.

× he shook his head, feeling his nose tickle your neck in the process; "Leave it, I've taken worse." And with that statement you cried harder.

× the police sirens could be heard in the distance, accompanied by the ambulance one...

× —

× so much time passed; so many hours without sleep; police station, explanations, Kirishima almost getting arrested in the spot and being incarcerated, hospital, lawyers, more questioning...

× everything was explained, everything kinda settled for the never-ending day, knowing it wouldn't be the last time you'd have to visit said police station, already sure you'd follow Kirishima there without hesitancy to make sure he's treated correctly, but for now... home.

× the bullet didn't reach any vital organ even if he was hit square in the back and for a normal human it would've meant a hit in one of the lungs, but not for a hybrid—

× still, it didn't hurt less to see him in that state;

× your car was sealed and taken away as evidence, so a taxi home was your only way there.

× hands locked and much, so much to talk about ahead of you but one thing sure

× "I love you." You squeezed his hand, catching his attention, loving how his lips curled in a small smile, not as bright as usual, but still, his smile.

× "I love you more." Was his usual response yet this time it was shy, not looking into your eyes but somewhere behind you, out the window. You frowned and shook his hand to catch the attention fully.

× "No. You don't seem to get it." You led his big, strong, scarred hand to your lips, kissing the back of it softly. "I love you, Kirishima Eijirou. So much."

× the car ride was silent as he took in your words and you couldn't help but enjoy the way his eyes widened, now having his full attention as his cheeks reddened slightly, knowing he's been caught putting himself down.

× he let out a breathless chuckle, so small but with it his shoulders fell in relief. He nodded, watching his hand holding yours and gulped, your words repeating in a loop in his mind.

× Eijirou was so easy to read, so transparent and honest and it warmed heart to ser him accept your words, words you've said countless times before this incident and without a doubt in the future until they engraved permanently in his heart.

× he chuckled again at your expression, catching your gaze and holding it until a smile broke on his face, this time big and warm, just like him. The smile you wanted to see all along.

× he cried again through it, passing his free palm over his eyes for a second; "You're my everything, [Y/N]." he'd pull you into his chest, inhaling your scent. "I love you." he squeezed you close.

[ghost1643]

Melban corpsebride au

(don’t worry no one stays dead)

now also be warned this will be a seven deadly sins idea but will focus on the melban ship, which is a crack ship but I love.

So with that let's begin.

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Okay so as we begin, Ban is new engaged. We see him rushing around with King joking having as much fun as can be seeing as they will be brothers in a matter of only hours. Everything seems perfect as they stand with the rest of their friends, minus a certain blond for reasons that will become apparent later.

That is the moment Elaine walks down the isle. Ban tears up just beaming holding her hand. He is just so happy. Everything is going perfect and he finally has a loving wife he always wanted..

That is until she drops dead during the kiss.

Now Elaine has always been sick ever since she was young. She almost died multiple times and was told her heart was weak for years. So she was expecting to die before she got to old. She prepared Ban and everyone she knew for it. She had a will. She had a grave stone set and even had her own funeral picked out. Yet, she never would have guessed as she leans in for the kiss on her wedding day that her racing heart would suddenly stop.

Neither did Ban.

All he knows is that their lips met for less then a second. He held onto her hand thumb rubbing over the ring as their lips brushed together. Then she got cold. Like suddenly cold as the winter air. He could hear the crowd cheer and as he leaned back, she dropped down to the ground dead. From there it was a blur.

Ban could remember people screaming. He could remember the panic as he tried to help. He remember carrying Elaine to a doctors....yet from there his mind goes blank. He just remembers sitting near her grave 3 days later watching as she is slowly buried, tears springing to his eyes watching her disappear bellow the ground, leaving him too soon.

From there, well he just sits in bed for days on end. Or at least he thinks so. He just remembers seeing her grave every time he closed his eyes for weeks on end as his brother in law takes care of him day in and day out. As he is cared for Ban builds up a wall. He swears he will never love anyone again until he sees Elaine. He is not going to move on ever. He is just going to wait until he can see her face again smiling and bright as ever. Until then he is happy to be alone for the rest of his life.

And he keeps to his word...He never loves again...That is until the incident three years later...

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When we open back up it's three years later and King and Diane are finally getting married. Ban is his same old self, but as mentioned before he kept to his word. He has no other loves and drowns his sores in booze whenever he has the chance.

The day before the wedding they're having the usually batchellor party with Ban as a host. They are all drinking like mad during which having fun until Escanor has to go pee which all the Drunken idiots decided to do outside with him cause fun and only real men piss in the woods according to escanor.

Once they are all done peeing in the woods they start teasing king about messing up his vows during the rehearsal earlier that day as they walk back. This goes on until King snaps holding out the ring drawing them all to try it out here then if they think they can do better.

So they attempt to do just that.

Of course they are all drunker than a sailor and keep dropping it one by one. That is until Ban gets it just as they pass by a creepy tree. One that even creeps Gwother out, which is rare. No one can say why other than it just is a freaky tree with weird branches.

Hey those thoughts are drowned away as Ban recites the vow...Except half way through ten the vows are no longer King's. The vows switch to those he told Elaine the last day he saw her as his eyes water. Just as he finishes he leans against the tree looking down where he sees a branch sticking out of the ground that looks like honey hand. The same one that belonged to Elaine all those years ago.

And slowly he slips it on the branch before kissing it picturing it as Elaine's hand giving her a finale kiss goodbye. This do course is when a few tears fall as his friends help him up to his get. King tries to comfort him walking away forgetting all about the ring until Gwother screams in terror, which is rare. Nothing scares Gwother ever after all.

Then they see the branch digging it's body out of the ground. The body of a boy who has been stabbed with a bag over his head who stands before them making them all freeze up for a few moments wondering what is happening. Then he rips the bag off his head showing the face we all Know belongs to Meliodas saying one chilling line,

"I do..."

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When Ban wakes up he is in purgatory with souls who have died but have yet to move on, who are the demons in the anime. Yet, unlike in the anime they are just happy to be around and don't plan to kill anyone. And amongst them all is Meloidas, Ban's new husband who is just so excited to have someone to love him again.

Just like in the movie Ban freaks out that he's married to a corpse and demands to know who he is. This makes a soul move onto a musical number, which is just remains of the day, where we find out how Meloidas died.

He was the son of a rich merchant who fell in love with a beautiful women who's family was hated by his own. Meliodas asks his father for permission to marry her and gets a no. So he packed up some money, puts on his fathers tuxedo, steals his parents wedding rings and goes to run off with his women. Yet, turns out she didn't love him. Instead she just wanted money to run off with with her real boyfriend. So they knock Meliodas out and burry him alive, where he wakes up deader than a door nail a few hours later. Once he makes his way to the land of the dead and realizes what happened to him he decided he would rather stay in the ground where he was buried for the rest of time.

Yet, when Ban put that ring on his finger he made Meliodas feel something again. He made him feel joy and...well now Meliodas is back under with his friend ready to move on.

Ban upon finding out he married a corpse, runs off to try and find a way back up for his friends wedding. He just has too. He climbs every little building or stair case he can before breaking down, having a moment of silence on top of the highest balcony where Meliodas winds him with a box. Ban just ignores him for a bit, which he expects to be interrupted. Yet, mel just lets him sit there. He lets him think some more. He even waits for Ban to talk to him first.

Slowly Ban sits down near the tinier dead boy looking Star struck. How did this happen? Did he really marry a corpse?

"It's a lot to take in I know." Meliodas speaks up slowly.

"Yeah....yeah it is." Ban blurts out looking over the village of the dead. It some how seems more....alive then the normal world of the living.

"I...I shouldn't have dragged you here before explaining myself." Meliodas sighs.

"Yeah not gonna lie that would have helped." Ban sighs before looking at his more human looking face. Mel turns to face him and they make eye contact for the first time and Ban could have sworn he saw his eyes before. "Is there anyway to get back home? I have somewhere I need to be..."

"I...I...look all I can say is, I should have thought through my actions more..." Meliodas blurts out.

"What do you mean by that?"

"Well the underworld has a way out and in.."

"I mean obviously how else would I have gotten here..."

"Yeah the trouble is...Bel is it?"

"Ban actually."

"We'll Ban, you kinda have to be dead to go through the entrance back up..unless your a death mage....and I may...I may have trapped you here...."

"What?"

"Look I'm sorry-"

"HOW DID YOU NOT KNOW THIS?!"

"HOW AM I SUPPOSED TO KNOW! IT ISNT LIKE I HAVE HAD THIS HAPPENED BEFORE!!"

They just late at each other for a while before Meliodas sighs. "Look i..I know it's not much for trapping you here, but I..well I got you something..." he holds out the box he is holding.

"What? You trap me in the underworld-"

"Purgatory."

"Trapped where ever this is forever and give me a box! I don't want your damn gift!" He yells knocking the box to the ground, and out tumble some bones. He jumps back seeing their the bones of an animal that slowly start to reform into a Skelton dog. The same dog he had when he and Elaine first started doing out.

Ban finds his eyes shining as the dog jumps up on him giving him some nuzzled when something hits him. Something big.

Meliodas had gifted him a dog that died 6 years ago. A dog that had died before Elaine. Which meant, Elaine was here. She was somewhere here. He could see her again! He could say goodbye or even be with her forever.

"I know it's not muc-"

"Can you help me find Elaine?" Ban blurts out holding his Skelton dog close making eye contact with Meliodas.

"I...who?" Meliodas asks slowly crouching down to pat the dog, who just loves the attention.

"Elaine..she was my wife...."

"Oh-"

"I mean she was for less than a minute but I never got to say goodbye. It would mean the world to me if I got to see her even just one more time....would you know where she is?"

"I mean we had a girl two years ago who died on her wedding day but she moved all the way to the other side of the land of the dead to be a helper to the only death mage we have down here......but it's at least a three day journey.."Mel explains looking at his husbands face. Upon seeing the heart break in his eyes, he just sighs. He trapped him here as his husband, the least he could do is make him happy.

"I can pack my things and we can start our journey tonight...."

And from here the plot kind of goes like Shrek. They go on a three day journey to the other side of this realm. They journey trying to get there to find Elaine. And along the way slowly gain feelings for each other until they finally reach the mages home.

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Once at the mages house Ban makes a discover. Elaine has moved on. She moved on once she watched King get engaged, planning to see Ban again later. She moved on before Ban could learn a spell the revives the dead, giving their lungs breath once again depending on how long they have been dead.

And he's absolutely crushed. He never gets to see his wife again. He never gets to see his friend again. He is stuck here all because of Meliodas.

So they argue screaming at each other before Ban yells the only line anyone I know can remember about this movie. The way he says it goes like this.

"How was I supposed to kn-"

"I DONT KNOW YOU HAVE BEEN DEAD SO LONG I JUST FIGURED YOU KNEW!!"

"Ban, I have only been dead for like two month-"

"I DONT CARE IT IS YOUR FAULT IM HERE! THIS IS ALL YOUR FAULT!"

"Well maybe you should have thought about the consequences before you asked me to marry you!"

"Why CANT YOU GET IT THROUGH YOUR HEAD, IT WAS A MISTAKE I NEVER WOULD HAVE MARRIED YOU IF I KNEW IT WAS YOU!"

And with that Ban storms out to sulk leaving Meliodas sitting in there looking heart broken. While alone Mel discovers that ban technically isn't married to him. It's for two living people to marry, and with one dead it doesn't count. So he's just dragged Ban down here for no reason.

So melio sacrifices his love. He waits until Ban comes in before breaking an egg over his husbands head, whispering a spell to send him back to the land of the living leaving him alone for the rest of time.

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Yet, Ban doesn't want that. He went in to apologize and tell Meliodas he made him feel again. And now here he is sitting on the bridge his husband kidnapped him from. He is standing here in shock before Diane rushes over hugging him tight followed by all their friends.

He's then dragged to the wedding of his friends telling them about his adventure..and realizing he just screwed up and odd sort of love. A love he might never seen again when he dies...after all he might not have any unfinished business and just move on.

Yet, now here he is helping his friend get married feeling numb all over again. All he wants to do is die and go applogize. Heck maybe even go put flowers on his body's site. Hèll maybe even take one of the photos he just walked by of him to snuggle with at nigh-wait what?

He rushes back over picking up the poster to see Mel on it. Mel is the missing rich boy Dian mentioned when he came to town. Mel has been missing for two months. Only two months. Which means the revival spell Ban learned can be used on him.

He can bring Meliodas back to life. He can give him another chance. It's all he can think about as Escanor asks what's wrong.

And with that he's off.

Ban rushes to the forest, friends hot in pursuit scared he's broken down again all the way to Meloidas's buried spot. Once there he starts the spell using his own blood, jsut two drops, for the blood to be used in the spell.

"What are you doing?" Diane panicked rushing to stop the bleeding.

"Stop! Stop please!" He yelled jerking back.

"Ban what's gotten into you?" Merlin asks trying to help.

"Please I just need to see him again! I need to see Mel again and aplogize! I need to make it up to him!" He screws crying a bit. Everyone freezes up before Diane asks what else he needs.

From here everyone helps with the spell, yet some think it's a odd way of moving on from Elaine. Maybe it's a figurative way to release her soul near a creepy branch or something.

At least that's what Diane things before the branch starts to grow skin and scratch at the ground making her scream. Everyone screams befroe Ban drops to his Knees trying to dig the hand up in a blind panic screaming that he needs help. Escanor drops near him, then Gwother, then king and soon Meliodas sits up clinging to Ban gasping for air.

He sits up as his flesh seems to regrow and his body pops back to the way it use to be. And with that he's back. Meliodas has been 100% revived in the arms of Ban. In the arms of his husband.

"Ban i-what did you do?" Mel blurts out.

"I brought you back."

"Why?"

"What?"

"Why? I thought you said you wouldn't have-"

"Mel...you made me feel again."

"What?"

"Ever since I lost Elaine I was numb. Nothing mattered. My whole world was grey and all that made me think was booze. It made me feel like I was floating. Other than that nothing else. Then you came...and you brought light back. You brought beauty back into my world. You showed me joy. You showed me fear. You showed me someone cared. And it made me feel alive again. So if I have to do a spell to revive you that may tie you to me forever so be it...I just want you here, next to me...if you'll have me..."

"Oh I-"

"OH BAN! That's so romantic!" Diane squeals tearing up making a Mel jump and blush seeing all those people. They all blush waving hi before Mel giggles.

"I see you have friends you weren't lying about..."

"Oh yeah! Mel these are my buds, and guys this is Mel my...my..."

"Husband. I'm his husband." Meliodas smiles kissing his cheek.

And with that kiss, they're together for a very long time. For the rest of their lives actually. The entire time as happy as can be...

(anybody have any other ideas for more corpse bride au’s?)

[markleesthighs]

pool

pairing: counselor!mark x counselor!reader(fem)

genre: angst, fluff, summer blues

song: POOL by WOODZ

note: based on true events, realistic fiction, some cursing

Every summer you used to dread coming back to camp. Let’s just say you didn’t have the best time here, you were made fun of as a joke to people, and people played with your emotions. You didn’t know who to trust anymore. You told yourself to not fall in love ever again to protect your heart. The endless nights of tears and panic attacks from those people at camp. But they’ve all grown up now, but you never forgot how they’ve hurt you. It takes a lot to make you want to love again, not just for others but yourself as well.

That was the case until you met Mark, a timid boy who was shy to talk to new people. You knew his best friend, Johnny since elementary school so you were able to get to know him better. You instantly clicked with Mark, you could have conversations until other people ushered you two away to do work. You guys fought over whether a pool floaty was a duck or a goose, leading Mark to push you into the pool. He offered you a hand to help you out but you pulled him in on top of you. No one could see it underwater but it was as if time stopped. You were cascading with your hair flowing around you, Marks eyes were closed but he looked elegant under the water. You snapped yourself out of your head and came up for air continuing to splash Mark with water.

You were playing water polo with Mark and some other counselors in the pool when you playfully took the ball away from him and he reached over close to your face when you had the ball away from you. He didn’t realize but you did, causing yourself to freeze up and have the ball be taken away by someone else. Fuck, you have a crush on Mark. You call got out of the pool for a rein check of how many counselors there were, making sure none ran off or disappeared suddenly. You and your friends notice Mark had a boner when he got out of the pool. You blushed a little while your friends were speculating who gave him a boner. None of you guys brought it up after but it was still something in on your mind.

You didn’t know what to do now, in the past you’d tell “friends” about your crush but they’d end up telling your crush anyway so you kept it to yourself. You found yourself observing little things about Mark that you two had in common. You saw that he also love horror movies because he had a Jason Voorhees sticker on his phone. You weren’t sure if you were flirting but Mark would intentionally do things you weren’t sure if they were dating. He’d join you on a paddle board, he would purposely jump in the pool in front of you to get you wet, and he would ask you to play tennis matches. He’d even make jokes like “You know what they say about big feet...big shoes.”

You didn’t realize he singled you out until other girls tried to talk to him. They would mention how they’d never get a text back from him last night while you texted him last night about Full Metal Alchemist. They would try to talk to Mark but he would awkwardly go silent and walk away from them. But when you talked to him he would be interested in what you’re saying and you would both have a lively conversation. It was weird, but you still weren’t sure if he liked you.

An only-counselors field trip came up. It was a getaway from our camp to another, and guess who also signed up for it, Mark. On the bus ride there you found out there was a girl who openly had a crush on Mark, and you and your friends decided to fuck with her a bit. Mark did agree, in a sense but deep down you knew this was wrong for the poor girl and Mark. Mark handed you his phone as you added the girl on his snap. You heard her scream on the bus and you all laughed. You sent a video of him winking to her and she freaked out even more. When we got off the bus she came to approach us asking if Mark liked her or not. We replied obliviously, like an “I don’t know...”letting her mind run wild.

They told us to split into groups, so you and your friends were in a group and Mark and Johnny also drifted towards your group, fuck. You had a lovely day, you all did zip lining, bungee jumping, and swimming in the lake. Mark intentionally showed his abs off to which made you blush but not visible for anyone to notice you were flustered. He’d teasingly splash you with water in the lake and always follow where you were going, it was cute.

Then, there was a dance at the end of the day. You knew other counselors had crushes on him and they would ask you if you had a crush on him. Swallowing your pride and heart, you’d say “No, I don’t.” or an “Ew no he’s just a friend.” It hurt to say it but you didn’t want to risk being hurt and your feelings spread to everyone. Some of the girls at the dance tried to drag Mark to dance, holding his hands, which made you feel jealous. Mark danced a little but you could tell he was uncomfortable, and felt bad. Him and Johnny soon walked outside the dance afterwards. You were bored as well and decided to follow them outside. You found them sitting on barstool seats talking. You joined them in conversation, along with a few of your friends joining after.

The topic of fuck, marry, kill came up and they asked Mark out you you and two other girls who he’d fuck, marry, and kill. In the end he chose to marry you. When they asked you, out of Mark, Johnny, and Ten who you would fuck, marry, and kill. You decided you fuck Johnny, kill, Ten, and marry Mark, hey at least the feeling was mutual. On the bus ride back you fell asleep on your friend’s shoulder, but when you woke up you caught Mark looking at you before he turned away. “Interesting.” You thought.

The following day, counselor free time came up, and you were all talking to each other, chilling out and complaining about work. When you all were about to leave the girl who had a crush on Mark came up to him and confessed to him. You knew Mark didn’t feel the same about her, but you and your friends waited for Mark to come out to ask about it. Mark was speed walking away from the area, Johnny told you that Mark replied with a “cool” when she confessed. You immediately felt guilty. That night you texted Mark a apology in case this ever hurt his feelings, and he accepted your apology. But you learned from Mark that he gets confessed to a lot at school (you and Mark go to different schools) and he’s rejected all of them.

It made you question if you should even bother confessing, knowing he would reject you. But you didn’t know why he reject girls. Is it because they are out of the blue? Or is he not ready for a relationship yet? Ugh, why was this so complicated? Mark was on lifeguard duty the next day, so you just strung up a small conversation with him.

“I heard some of the counselors are dancing at the talent show, are you going to participate?”

“Not really, I’m not too comfortable with dancing.”

“Oh, I see, other counselors want to ditch the talent show to go to an amusement park if you wanna join us?”

“That sounds fun, I’d love to go.”

“Cool, I’ll text you the details.”

You were freaking out. Did you technically? Just ask Mark out? No. Yes? You did a happy dance as you were out of his sight freaking out.

The night of the talent show you all went to the local summer amusement park. You and a few friends, Mark, Johnny, Ten, and others were there too. You all played fun amusement park games, ate greasy food, and went on so many rides it almost caused Ten to throw up. There was a ferris wheel that only allowed two people at a time, and somehow you and Mark got paired as your friend switched herself and Johnny as partners winking at you. Your jaw dropped as she cascaded away with Johnny laughing. You and Mark went as the next group, and you both awkwardly laughed at each other as you got up.

The wheel stopped when you and Mark were at the top, the sun was setting and Mark joined you at gazing at the sun.

“Hey, y/n, did you really mean what you said when you cared about me in your apology?”

“Of course.”

“Did you really want to marry me in fuck, marry, kill”

“I did pick you to marry didn’t I?”

“y/n...”

You turned your face to see Mark eagerly looking into your eyes, he was staring into your soul. You both leaned in and kissed. Both of you pulled away giggling as you fell into his arms shy. He held you also giggling. When you guys came down from the ferris wheel you held his hand and he joined his grip in yours. Johnny smirked as you led Mark to buy a cotton candy for the both of you to share. Mark took a piece and made a fake mustache out of it making you laugh. He won you a giant bunny as you kissed his cheek thanking him.

You were all leaving the amusement park as he stopped you and kissed your forehead.

“Goodnight y/n get home safe.”

You got up on your tippy toes and pecked his lips.

“You too.”

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The Witch and The Wolf Pt.56

Word Count: 2,865

Characters: Derek Hale, Stiles Stilinski, Scott McCall, Liam Dunbar, Chris Argent, Kira Yukimura, Kate Argent, Reader

Pairings: Derek Hale x Witch!Reader

Warnings: angst, some fluff, mentions of getting/feeling sick

A/N: okay so like i have one scene request for this series, someone wants to know the what happened in Stiles’ head back in Season three, but if anyone wants the convo between Stiles and the reader, send me an ask

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You woke up in the middle of the night, groaning softly as you sighed, looking around the loft before feeling Stiles asleep on your arm. The two of you must have fallen asleep. You reached for your phone, trying not to wake up Stiles, before checking the time. It was only 2 in the morning.

You stroked Stiles’ hair softly, while he scooted closer to you, a small smile on your face while you remembered movie nights before everything happened, where you, Scott, and Stiles would be at peace, either your house or his.

Your mind drifted off to the thought of Derek, and his name as the password. Your heart ached at the thought of losing him. You heard some footsteps, seeing him walk into the room.

“Hey, what’s wrong?” he asked softly, taking a seat next to you.

“Nothing, Stiles just needed me,” you shrugged.

“Yeah? What else?”

“Nothing.”

“Wolf or not, I can tell when you’re lying,” he gave you a look as you sighed.

“Peter told me that you stopped healing, and-” you stopped yourself, debating on telling him about the Deadpool.

“And what?” he asked.

“Why didn't you tell me?” you whispered.

“(Y/N/N), I didn't want to worry you. Look, it’s not like I completely stopped healing, it just takes some time,” he replied.

“I don’t want to lose you,” you whispered.

“And you’re not going to. You're going to be stuck with me, forever. Even when we’re both like 50,” you saw the small smile on his face as you felt warmth in your chest.

“I’m hungry,” you changed the topic while he rolled his eyes.

“It’s two in the morning, I’m not cooking for you.”

“Well, I’m not waking up Stiles,” you replied.

He looked at you for a moment before rolling his eyes, while you smirked.

“Yeah, I’ll be right back,” he stood up, leaning over to give you a soft kiss as you smiled, watching him walk away.

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“This is a terrible idea,” you, Scott, Liam, Stiles, and Kira stood around the table, four laptops on the table in front of you.

“It’s just 45 minutes,” Scott sighed.

“45 minutes too long,” you sighed.

“(Y/N), please, we need you on the plan to bring me back,” you could hear the desperation in Scott's voice as the rest of the pack turned to face you.

You groaned loudly, before nodding your head.

“Fine, I’ll bring you back,” you sighed before he nodded his head.

“Okay. So, (Y/N), you’re going to stay with Argent. Kira, Liam, and Stiles are monitoring the cameras, right?” Scott asked.

The rest of them nodded their heads before they picked up the laptops. You made your wait to Chris’ apartment, while the rest of them prepared to kill Scott.

---

“What is it?” Chris stood next to you while the two of you while you rubbed your head, leaning onto your arm.

“Nothing,” you replied, awaiting the text from Stiles.

“I know we haven't gotten to talk much as of recent but you do know you can still talk to me, right?” you smiled softly as he put his hand on your shoulder.

“A lot is happening, I just don't know where to start,” you shrugged.

“Yeah? Try,” he crossed his arms while you straightened out, facing him.

“This whole Deadpool thing is just crazy, some random hunter, whose wife I apparently killed came after me,” you saw him tense up as you shook your head.

“I’m fine now, I didn't kill him so it doesn't matter, I just realized that… maybe sometimes it's necessary to kill people. I mean, if Agent McCall wasn't there at the school with me, Stiles would have a bullet through his brain,” you explained.

“Well, if he wasn't there, you would have found another way,” he replied.

“Maybe, but maybe not,” you sighed.

The two of you went silent for a second before he spoke again.

“I can feel you holding back, you know,” he replied.

“I think Derek’s dying,” you said quickly, while he raised an eyebrow.

“What do you mean Derek’s dying?” he asked.

“I don’t… Kate did something to him. He’s losing his powers, h-he can’t heal, or hear or smell o-or anything… he’s dying,” you could feel hot tears rushing to your eyes as you sniffled, wiping them away as you turned your back to Chris.

“How do you know he's dying for sure?” Chris asked.

“Lydia,” you said softly.

He wrapped his arms around you tightly while you moved, burying your head into his chest as you cried softly, holding him tightly.

“I don’t want to lose him,” you said.

“I know you don’t. I’m so sorry, kiddo,” Chris said, while he began to caress your arm.

“We can’t do this right now, we have to wait till Stiles calls us,” you sniffled, wiping your face as you stood up.

“We’ll figure this out,” he said softly.

You could feel more and more tears rushing to your eyes as you closed them, taking deep breaths while you felt a wave of sickness hit you.

Again?

“(Y/N)?” you could hear your phone ringing in the distance as you clenched your jaw, taking deep breaths.

“Are you okay? (Y/N)?” Chris asked again.

You nodded yes, looking at the text from Stiles.

“Scott’s dead,” you held in a groan as you dug your nails into your palm, getting a look from Chris before you opened the computer, while Chris began to enter the log.

Scott McCall dead. Payment requested

Visual confirmation is required. 

You turned the laptop towards you, taking a deep breath.

Visual confirmation isn't possible. Police coming to claim body in 40 minutes. 

Visual confirmation is required for payment.

“Tell him number one on the list is dead,” Chris said.

Number one on the list is dead. I killed him. If the wire transfer isn't completed in forty minutes…

I’m coming after you.

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The two of you walked into the hospital, making your way to the rest of the pack. You saw Melissa and Noshiko sitting in the car, on watch for anyone that could be the Benefactor.

28 minutes left

“(Y/N),” you heard Stiles call your name as you walked into the empty room, seeing three laptops on the bed, with cameras on each of them.

“Anything suspicious?” you asked.

“No, nothing yet,” he sighed.

“I’m going to go walk around. Don’t do anything stupid, okay?” you rolled your eyes, nodding at Chris as he left the room.

“Has anyone talked to Lydia yet?” you asked.

“No, she’s at her lake house,” Kira replied.

You nodded, before squinting, leaning forward as you groaned.

“What is it?” Liam immediately asked.

“I’m old, apparently. My back hurts,” you whined.

“You’re not even 20 yet-” Stiles interrupted.

“Shh,” you replied.

“Did you see that!” Liam pointed to the camera, while the three of you looked, not noticing anything strange.

“The camera flickered,” he pointed out.

“Maybe it's just old,” you shrugged.

You saw it flicker again before it went out.

“I’ll go check it out,” Kira nodded. 

“What? No, what if it is something?” you shook your head.

“That’s why I’m going to take this,” she held her Katana, before walking out, Liam following her.

“Stiles, text me if anything happens, I’m going to check on Scott,” you said.

He nodded his head, while you made your way to the morgue, finding the tag for Scott’s body as you pulled it out of the cabinet.

You could feel yourself feeling sick, seeing Scott’s lifeless body in front of you, all pale.

“Sensus cordis pulsatio,” your eyes glew purple as you could hear his heartbeat faintly, while you put your hand over his chest. His body was freezing.

You could feel something strange over him, as you closed your eyes, taking a deep breath.

Something was wrong.

You put your hands on the sides of his head, taking a deep breath.

Scott climbed out of the locker, gasping as he fell to the side, noticing he was at Beacon Hills High. He caught a lacrosse ball, thrown to him by Liam.

“That’s because you’re the alpha,” Liam said.

Scott made his way, following Liam through the hallway before he entered the classroom.

“Liam?” he asked, looking around the now empty classroom.

He heard the sound of something slicing, before he turned around, seeing Liam’s face drop, a pained expression taking over his face before blood dripped from his mouth.

He fell to the floor, a military tomahawk buried into his back, with The Mute standing behind him. 

Scott tensed up before The Mute put his finger over the area where his mouth would be, shushing Scott.

You gasped for air, jumping back from Scott as you felt your head spinning, your stomach twisting into a knot while you could barely keep yourself standing up. 

You tried to keep yourself up, rushing over to the sink as you collapsed onto the sink, digging your nails onto the rim tightly as you gasped for air, trying to calm yourself.

You gagged, but nothing came out as you felt the wave of nausea hit you.

You rinsed your face with water, slowing down your breathing before closing your eyes.

You’re okay, you’re okay

You ran your fingers through your hair, sniffling before you closed the cabinet, putting Scott’s body back in, before noticing the lights flickering in the room.

You stopped out of the morgue, hearing people yelling as they ran past you, while you tensed up.

“(Y/N)!” Stiles yelled, running to you while you grabbed his arm.

“Stay with Scott,” your eyes glew purple as he nodded, running into the morgue as you clenched your fist, walking down the hallway.

---

The Berserker hit the wall, before falling to the floor, as you breathed heavily, trying to catch your breath.

“(Y/N)!” Chris grabbed your arm, before noticing the Berserker.

“Did you kill it?!” he yelled, shocked.

“No, it’s just unconscious,” you replied.

“We need to go to Scott’s body, Kate's here and she’s going to try to take it,” you tensed at hearing Kate’s name.

“Where is she?” you replied.

“Don’t even think about doing anything stupid, kid. Just come with me,” he pulled your arm as you pulled away.

“I need to know what she did to Derek,” you ran, hearing Chris calling for you.

---

“Kate!” she pushed you into the wall, pressing her hand against your throat as your eyes glew purple.

“Oh, sweetie, there’s no reason to treat an old friend like that,” you could see the smirk on her face as you pushed her arm upwards, before hitting her stomach, and pulling her arm behind her back as she was taken by surprise, letting out a small laugh.

“What the hell did you do to my boyfriend,” you applied more pressure to her arm, as she laughed again.

She twisted your arm, elbowing you in the head, as you groaned, stumbling back before she pushed you against the wall, putting her arm across your neck to hold you back.

“I didn't do anything. And if you knew what was good for you, you wouldn't try to fight me. Especially not now,” she said in a taunting voice.

“What the hell are you talking about?” you groaned, trying to push away from her.

“Sweetie, you have no idea what’s going on inside of you, do you?!” she let out a sarcastic laugh, having the same smile on her face, the one you used to fear.

“Tell me what you’re talking about,” you demanded.

“You’ll figure out sooner or later,” she shrugged.

“Kate! Let her go! Now!” you heard Chris’ gun cocking, as he stood behind Kate, aiming his gun for her head.

“Chris, come on. We both know you’re not going to shoot,” she let go of you, while you fell to the side, before pulling the gun out of Chris’ hand, hitting him with it.

For someone who was struggling with wolf powers, she was handling it surprisingly well, getting you suspicious. She must have had some form of help.

“Oh my god!” you heard Stiles exclaim as Chris fell into the morgue.

“Stiles, run,” you said.

“What about Scott?” he replied.

“Saepem coici,” you locked the doors of the morgue behind you.

“(Y/N), what are you doing?” you could hear Chris yelling out to you as you dug your nails into your fist.

“You're not taking Scott,” you said.

“Are you going to stop me?” she scoffed.

“Kate, please. We have a plan and we need you to leave, okay?” Chris tried to reason with her.

“Tell me what,” Kate replied, while Chris pulled out his second gun.

“Shoot me, then,” Kate stood proudly, crossing her arms.

“Kate, I don’t want to shoot you. Will you just listen to me and leave?” you noticed Chris’ tensed figure, he didn't want to shoot Kate either.

“Kate, please,” he begged.

She stood there in disbelief, before shaking her head.

“Fine,” she scoffed.

That was all?

You released your spell, frowning slightly before she walked out of the morgue, while you let out a breath.

“Thirty seconds. You need to bring Scott back, now,” Stiles pulled out the cabinet, as you put your hand over Scott’s heart.

“Imperium,” your eyes glew purple as you saw the energy go through Scott, as he yelled, jumping up.

“Scott?” he was startled, taking deep breaths as he looked around the room.

“W-Where’s Kira and Liam?” he asked.

“We’re right here,” the two of them walked into the room, while Scott wrapped his arms around all four of you.

You could see slight redness in his eyes, while you remembered what you saw in his head, you didn't know how long it went on for.

“You did it work?” he asked.

“No, it didn't,” you shook your head.

“Damn it,” he groaned.

“Well, he obviously knew you weren't really dead, which means, he has a…” you started.

“A banshee,” Kira finished.

You nodded your head, while Scott rubbed the nape of his neck.

“I need to go find my mom,” he muttered.

You helped him off the table, as he walked out of the morgue, the rest of them following him.

“Now what’s on your mind?” Chris asked.

“Kate… I need to go check on Derek, I haven't heard from him all night,” you replied.

“Well, get on out of here. Stay out of trouble, I’ll let you know if anything happens,” he replied.

“Thanks,” you said, before you walked out of the morgue, leaving the hospital.

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“Hey,” you buried your face in his arms, taking him by surprise as he wrapped his arms around your shoulders.

“That bad?” he asked.

“The Benefactor didn't even show up. He has a banshee or something on his side,” you replied.

You rested your head on his shoulder, taking a shaky breath.

“What else happened tonight?” he turned you to face him, giving you a concerned look.

“Nothing, it's just Kate, and she was just saying these things and getting in my head, and-” you started.

“Kate was there? At the hospital?” he asked.

“Yeah, but it doesn't even matter, I just… I don’t know,” you shook your head, looking down.

“Hey, talk to me,” he put his hands on both sides of your face, wiping away the tears you didn't know you had.

“I love you,” you sniffled.

“I love you too. Talk to me, (Y/N/N),” he said softly.

“I don’t want you to die,” you cried softly.

“I’m not going to die, (Y/N)...”

“Y-You are gonna die! N-Now I know for sure a-and with everything…” you bit your lip, holding in your cries as held your hand.

“What do you mean you know for sure?” he asked.

“Lydia,” you replied.

“Banshees can be wrong, you know,” he started.

“No, they can’t,” you scoffed.

He went quiet, before looking into your eyes.

“I say if I am truly dying, then we make the most of it,” he replied.

“Are you… Are you crazy? We should be finding Kate, we should be finding a way to save you,” you replied.

“Why waste our time?” he started.

“Wasting our time?!” you yelled.

“It’s not a waste of time! It’s a matter of your life or your death!” you yelled at him.

“(Y/N), calm down,” he started.

“Stop telling me to calm down all the time! You should be getting mad!” you exclaimed.

“Stop!” he yelled.

You ran your fingers through your hair, before shaking your head.

“I am begging you to stop,” you could hear the desperation in his voice as you sniffled softly.

He wrapped his arms around you tightly, while you could feel his tears falling onto your face.

You closed your eyes, taking a deep breath.

“I’m sorry,” you said softly.

“Don't worry about it. Now, I want you to come with me because I made you a really fancy dinner and I don't want it to go to waste,” you laughed softly, wiping your face.

“It’s like 3 in the morning,” you said.

“I don’t care. Come on,” he pulled you with him, keeping his arm around your waist, keeping you close by his side.

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The Ultimatum

AN: So y'all remember when I told you I'd have more time bc school gave us an academic break, yea about that, our teacher gave us work, and will be giving us work until further notice. Anyways, that kinda sucks but I'ma try to update as much as I can. Like always tell me if you wanna be added to the taglist and feel free to give me feedback and stuff <3 Words: 1,067 <><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><>

Chapter 6

Prev. Chap. Masterlist Next. Chap. It was a cold winter’s night, fog was dense, impairing their vision. Above them, what should’ve been a beautiful night sky decorated with bright stars was instead blocked by clouds that barely let the light pass through. The silence was filled by lithe footsteps through the snow and the occasional breaths of exhale from the people. “Are you sure that the perimeter’s been breached? For all we know it could have been a squirrel” A blonde woman grumbles. “You can never be too sure, Ana” Answered by another woman, this time a brunette. The blonde only replied with a huff. After a few more minutes of patrolling the area and looking for the breached, they finally found something, or rather, heard it. They could faintly hear the sounds of what seemed to be a… child? No. That’s not possible. All the girls were accounted for and they knew that all the doors of the facility were shut. Although, then again, this wouldn’t be the first time a student has tried to escape. She had to admit, she was impressed that the child even made it this far out. No one’s ever done so. Quickly she raised her hand in a signal to stop. She glanced back at the people she’s brought with her and silently communicated that they needed to be silent. With a nod of understanding from them, she faced the direction of the cries and headed there. As they got closer and closer, they could all make out a faint silhouette of the child who supposedly escaped.

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Y/N was confused. She could have sworn that she slept in her room, on her comfortable bed with a warm blanket over her. Yet, she wasn’t in her room when she woke up. She wasn’t in her soft bed with sheets that smelled like lavender, and she didn’t have her warm blanket over her either. Instead she was on the ground, covered in snow, the air smelling like those tree shaped car fresheners she saw one time at a shop, but fresher. Next to her she saw a backpack, which was filled with an assortment of different stuff. She didn’t know what to do. Then it hit her like a ton of bricks. She was alone. She didn’t have Kara, or Kal, or Artemis and Diana. She didn’t even get to say goodbye. This brought a wave of tears to her, her lips wobbling. She didn’t want to be alone. With that thought, her tears fell freely as sobs wracked through her little body. She must’ve been there for what seemed like an hour before she felt the hairs on the back of her neck stand up, her super hearing picking up a labored breaths and a couple heart beats getting closer to where she was. She was scared. What if they killed her? So what? You’re just gonna sit there and cry about it? A voice echoed in her head, sounding faintly like Vidia from the Tinkerbell movies she watched a few days ago from movie night. But what can I do? Think like a warrior. What would they do? What would a warrior do? She echoed in her head, recalling the stories Diana and Artemis told her before bed. A few scant seconds later and she made her decision. She steeled herself before lifting her head up, staring at the group of people before her with determination in her eyes. <><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><> She was perplexed. The child suddenly stopped crying, her shoulders no longer shaking from her sobs. She was silent. Maybe she wore herself out and fell asleep, who knows? She inches her way closer, her team behind her. Just as she was about 5 feet away from the kid, she suddenly glanced up, seemingly sizing them up. She had to give it to the kid, she had a great stare, impressive for her age. She started to examine her closer, wondering how such a kid like her could escape. She would’ve thought it was one of the older kids, with graduation coming right around the corner. That’s when she came to a startling realization. This wasn’t one of their kids, and they haven’t recruited anyone new either. ”Who are you?” She called out in Russian. When she received a confused look and no reply, her suspicions were confirmed. “Who are you?” she called out again, this time in English with a barely noticeable accent. This time she got a reaction out of the girl. Her eyes filled with indecision as her brows furrowed together, contemplating whether or not she should answer. Eventually, she gave in. “Y/N” she said, trying to sound brave. “Why are you out here?” she interrogates. “I-I don’t know” she stammers, confused and unsure of herself. She sighed inwardly. This conversation was most likely going nowhere, and her face was starting to feel numb from the cold, even seeping through her think layer of clothes. She knew the girl must have been freezing by now, judging by the thin Y/F/C pajamas she had on. She couldn’t just leave her here, she might’ve been a bitch most of the time but she wasn’t as heartless as some of the student might have thought. And plus, she could be a new student, and the others would’ve wanted her to be brought in any way to asses her. So with that, she signaled her team to stay where they were as she made her way to the kid. “It’s alright kid, everything’s gonna be okay” she whispered lowly, not wanting to others to her, she had a reputation to keep, before bending down to pick the girl up off the ground, along with the kid’s backpack. Yeah this kid definitely wasn’t from the facility. No one had this much stuff. After that, they made their trek back to the facility, the team whispering between themselves, trying to figure out what was going on. She then cursed under her breath, quite enough not to be heard, and inwardly

groaned at the meetings she’s have to endure after this, she hated meetings, and the pile of paperwork waiting for her at her desk, and the future one’s to come about the mysterious kid she had in her arms. She glanced back the kid who fell asleep in her arms, most likely worn out from crying, and felt an unfamiliar feeling in her chest that she chose to ignore. <><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><> Taglist:@madamevirgo , @black-dragon1998 , @marrymemcgrath ,@trikruismybitch

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Day 26: Liar - Max Phillips

Day 26: Liar - Max Phillips 

Pairing: Max Phillips x Reader 

Taglist: @josepedropascal​ @oldstuffnewstuff​ @lackofhonor​

A/N: This is my second time writing for Max Phillips and I hope it’s ok. Thank you to everyone that reblogs, comments, and likes. I read them all and it makes me happy. Only four more days of the November writing challenge. 

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“Do you have any idea how long I have been working on this account?! MONTHS! You honestly expect me to believe that you come in and two days later sign a deal with them?!” 

“Well when you approach a client with some decency and respect they are much more receptive…” 

“Liar! You were out all afternoon yesterday, what were you doing, spreading your legs for the ordering executive?! Your a fucking slut!” Evan shouts pointing a finger at you. 

The others in the office are staring at the scene the two of you are making and you really wish in that moment Max was there. He was at a conference for the rest of the day. You can feel the tears well up in your eyes and you hold your head up high, “Listen here Evan, I didn’t do anything like that. I called and spoke kindly and they agreed to make the sale. I will not be slut shamed!” 

“Fuck you! You...you vampire whore!” Evan screams before storming off. 

The office is quiet enough you could hear a pin drop. The sounds of Evan’s retreating footsteps and your sniffles are the only sound. “Miss,” one of the employees steps forward, “Do you want me to call Mr. Phillips?” 

You shake your head no, giving him a watery smile. “No, under no circumstances should Mr. Phillips be told of what happened today…” You go over to your desk, and continue working on closing the account. Slowly the crowd dissipates and leaves you be. You knew they wouldn’t tell Max if you asked them. No one wants to piss off their vampire sires girlfriend. 

The rest of the day passes uneventfully until Evan comes back still saying insults under his breath at you from his cubicle across from yours. You ignore him, even though it hurts what he says about you and finish your work early.

When you get home you call for delivery from your favorite Thai restaurant and open a bottle of wine. Letting it breath while you light some candles and turn on music. Twenty minutes later the food arrives and you take the steaming noodles and wine to the couch popping in your favorite movie. You try to forget about all the hateful things Evan said to you but the words keep rolling around inside your brain. 

Spread your legs… 

Fucking slut… 

Vampire whore…

You can feel the tears slowly stream down your cheeks and you're so engrossed in your thoughts you don’t notice the door being unlocked and Max coming in. But, he notices you. Your slightly slumped shoulders, shaking with the force of your tears. He moves silently across the floor before he kneels before you, he takes your hands in his own. 

Your head snaps up and you look at him shaken, frantically attempting to wipe your tears. His hands tighten in your own, “Sweetheart, what’s wrong?” he asks. 

You weren’t expecting him until tomorrow and you shake your head avoiding his gaze. He releases one hand to grasp your chin, forcing you to look him in the eyes. “Who hurt you?” his voice takes on a dangerous edge. 

Max would never hurt you. But he would kill for you. 

“It’s nothing...I just had a long day is all…” you avoid his gaze and he scoffs. 

“This is more than just a long day sweetheart...now let’s be honest with each other, what happened?” 

“I landed the Armendy account today…” 

“That’s fantastic! That will bring in huge sales for the company! We should be celebrating...but why are you crying?” 

“Evan was also working on closing the deal...when he found out I closed it...he said some things that hurt my feelings. Nothing more Max just my feelings…” 

“What did he say?” his voice is deep...dangerous. 

“Max it was not-” 

“What the fuck did that little prick say?!” he roars. 

You look at him panting and feral. If you were anyone else the look in his eyes would terrify you but you knew he was only concerned for you. “He slut shamed me... said I spread my legs to land the account and then when I tried to defend myself...he called me a vampire whore.” 

Max stands abruptly and moves with lightning speed to the door, “MAX WAIT!” you shout. He freezes one hand on the door, the other open and closing in unconcealed rage, “Please, baby please don’t leave me.” 

He slowly turns from the door, still breathing heavy and eyes wild. You approach him slowly reaching out for him and enveloping yourself in his arms. “Come to bed, you can deal with him tomorrow. I just...I don’t want to be alone right now.” 

You feel some of the tension release from his body and his arms come to wrap around you. Kissing the top of your head gently, “Ok...let’s go to bed sweetheart.” He drags you both off to the bedroom where you snuggle and fall asleep. 

When you wake up in the morning, the bed is empty. On your bedside table is a steaming cup of coffee, and a note. 

Went to take care of some business at the office. Be back soon. I love you. -Max 

You sigh before picking up your phone and dialing the number for the office. Ted answers on the second ring and you don’t get a chance to speak before he’s telling you Max is there and so is Evan.

“Put me on speakerphone!” you hiss and Ted does as he’s told. 

“Your little slut deserved everything that I said yesterday! She stole that account from me, and I don’t care what she says she took off the afternoon yesterday and went to go suck some dick to steal the account from right under my nose!” Evan shouts. 

“Evan, Evan, Evan…” uh oh you know that tone, “She was not with some executive on her knees the other afternoon she was with me. We had plans together, which are none of your business.” 

“Yeah bu-” Evan tries to get a word in but Max isn’t finished. 

“She got the account because she is a much better salesman than you and doesn’t make people want to slit their throats when they listen to her talk.” he clears his throat, “Now to your other comments about her being what was it...oh yeah a vampire whore...if you ever fucking call her that again I will stick a fucking straw in your neck and drink you like a happy meal.” 

You can hear Evan gulp through the phone but Max isn’t done. “I will drain you until their is nothing left and all they can do with your corpse is fill it with air like a fucking blow up doll because their won’t be anything left. Do you understand me?” 

You assume Evan is nodding because Max asks, “I didn’t fucking hear you Evan?” 

“Yes, Max.” 

“When she gets in on Monday you will be formally apologizing to her like the animal you are with you fucking tail between your legs.” 

“Monday?” Evan questions, “It’s only Wednesday.” 

“She just landed one of the biggest accounts this company has had in years so I think she deserves an extra long weekend.” Max holds out a hand for Ted’s phone knowing you had been listening the whole time. 

“Sweetheart you stay in bed, I’ll be back in thirty minutes with breakfast ok?” he coos into the phone and you can feel him smirking. 

You smile brightly chuckling, “Ok baby, are you going to be eating too?” 

“I’m not really in the mood for food,” he replies. 

“Who said I was offering food?” you tease. 

He groans, “If I wasn’t already dead, I’d think you were trying to kill me sweetheart...thirty minutes.” he chuckles darkly before the phone clicks. 

You sigh thinking about how protective Max is over you, and how turned on that makes you. Thirty minutes...time to get ready. 

[nautiscarader]

Jesse/Lake for Day 18, its late at night and they're both awake watching a movie and don't feel like going to bed yet, so Lake suggests they go out to the lake outside for a night swim.

(Ao3)

- So, why do people hate this movie, again?

- I think it's because the book was bad, I guess? - Jesse replied - And it was bad because... er... it was for girls and had vampires? And girls don't like vampires?

Jesse and Lake exchanged confused looks as the two got progressively less and less interested in the teenage drama movie.

Bored by the emotionless actors, Lake looked longingly through the window, enjoying the night's warm air, and thinking back to the past afternoon and their trip to the lake to combat the Summer heatwave.

And as those memories clouded her mind, she patter Jesse's shoulders and tossed an idea.

- Hey, let's go back swimming. - W-What, now? - Jesse's eyes widened at his friend's sudden proposition - Yeah, why not? - It's-it's late! My folks would kill me if I sneak out... - You're not a kid anymore. - she countered, playfully ruffling his hair. - Yeah, but I;m still living with them...

Lake shrugged.

- Okay, suit yourself.

And without any hesitation, she opened the window further and climbed down onto the lawn.

- L-Lake! - Jesse tried to contain his voice - Oh, darn it...

He threw his phone into his pocket and followed her, hoping to get her attention. But as soon as his feet got to the ground, she grabbed his hand and pulled him, and soon the two were running towards the same lake the two spend and entire afternoon cooling their heated heads.

Illuminated only by the full Moon, the two had no problem finding way through the trees that separated the lakeside from the outskirts where he lived.

The two went through the forest, and as Jesse tried to keep up with her, he noticed the light of the Moon shining occasionally from her, and only when they emerged, he realised why, and that made him freeze in place.

In the light of the Moon, Jesse could see her silver back reflecting its light without any obstruction, as she took her shirt away, revealing lack of her bra.

Lake stretched her arms, and tossing the shirt to the sandy ground, she stepped towards the water, seemingly unaware of her friend's predicament.

But when she noticed his absence, she turned around, and that made him gasp audibly, turning in place as well.

- What? - Er, well... - Jesse answered, his voice cracking. - Oh, come on. - Lake snickered - Don't be such a baby.

For a while, she didn't do anything, waiting for him to respond, and only when he heard the metallic noise of her jeans being unbuckled, curiosity got over his common curtsey, and he looked back.

He gasped again, seeing his friend's silvery form in its all glory, shining bright in the moonlight, as she tossed her panties and trousers onto the same pile.

The warm air did nothing to stop him from shivering, and as their eyes met again, he found himself unable to do anything, frankly.

His eyes marvelled at the sight of her naked body: her modest breasts, her ass and the alluring triangle between her legs. Even though he has seen her in a swimsuit just a few hours earlier, Jesse found himself mesmerised by her body, and the fact that he could see himself in it made it even weirder.

Though only after a while he realised that also meant she got closer to him.

- Hey, are you still with me?

Lake stepped closer and gently poked him, nearly making him fall to the ground, as his eyes darted across her body.

- Don't tell me you've never seen a girl naked. I've seen your browsing history... - N-No-hey! - Jesse interrupted himself, as Lake erupted into laughter.

She once again grabbed his hand and pulled him closer, prompting him to undo his clothes too. He watched her disappear into the waters, as he fumbled with his buckle and shirt, and soon enough found himself just with boxers... and an obvious problem.

He wanted to turn around, but realised that this would only make his situation more obvious, as Lake hurried him, playfully splashing water around them.

- Come on! - Yeah, I'm-I'm coming! - Woah, woah, wait - Lake protested as Jesse was about to enter the water, keeping his hands in front of his crotch - No clothes. - What?!

Jesse spread his arms in protest and realising his mistake, he moved them again to hide his erection. But Lake was faster, and when their eyes met, he could see a wide, sly smirk on her face.

- We're doing anatomy lesson today, come on. - she swam up, giving him a slight glimpse of her breasts again, before she turned around.

Without her piercing gaze, Jesse followed her orders and slid down his boxers, before jumping into the water to hide his obvious arousal.

The cold water cooled him only a bit, and as Lake swam towards him soon, his heart was still beating at a tremendous pace, while his naked companion seemingly didn't care.

And as he contemplated the crazy situation he was in, a sudden splash of water hit his face.

- Tag, you're it!

And with that, Lake disappeared underneath the water, prompting Jesse to swim after her. Despite his athletic build, as well as his swimming skills, she was still faster and more agile than him, and the fact that she could dive underwater for seemingly forever helped her stay away.

Every now and then, Jesse was teased with a glimpse of her silvery body and the reflection of the Moon, mixing with the one in the water, almost as if she could dissolve herself in it...

But she didn't know these waters as he did, and when Lake emerged from underneath the water, she found her chaser to be missing... until he splashed her from behind her and grabbed her shoulder to spin her around.

- Got ya!

Jesse announced triumphantly, and only after a moment, the child-like wonder was replaced by the sudden realisation that he was now inches away from the naked girl he was chasing.

In her eyes, he could see a new, fiery spark he hasn't seen yet, and the reflection of the Moon was now accompanied by a sudden tint of red on her cheeks.

- You sure did...

Lake spoke, as she swam towards him, until her chest touched his.

- L-Lake! - he suddenly spoke, catching her off-guard. - What? - Listen, I don't- I-I've never- - I know. I told you, I've seen your browsing history. - Lake smiled, as she threw her arms around his neck.

Their lips met each other, and it was more difficult to establish which one of them was more surprised: Jesse, that he was now kissing a woman, or Lake, that her lips and body acted as if they were no longer metal, as she melted herself into him.

She let out a loud moan when his fingers dug into her waist, and before her now-boyfriend could ask if he has done something bad, she replied with more ravenous kisses that silenced him.

Lake closed her legs behind his back, feeling his erection between her cheeks, and as their eyes met, she dived her hand between them, coiling her fingers around him, watching as his eyes widen.

- L-Lake, you-you are so-so-good and soft...

She was, which was a surprise to her as well. Her sturdy body was changing, all because of him, and driven by her curiosity, she had to see how much.

She moved her palm around him, listening to his angelic cries filling the air around them, until he was babbling something incoherent, followed by a much more distinctive name.

At the same time, his fingers weren't idle either, and though she had to steer him into correct place, Lake for the first time felt overwhelming pleasure, as his digits massaged her folds that parted itself underneath his touch, something she didn't know her body could do...

In the same moment, the two young adults thrashed against each other, as their bodies convulsed in their first joined climax. A moment later, water around them got a bit whiter, though Lake quickly waved his essence away.

- Lake, I'm-I'm sorry... - Ssh, it's okay. - she huffed, hiding her own excited state.

She cupped his cheek and pressed her lips against his, letting their long kiss soothe their body.

- Lake, you know... - he suddenly spoke - I think I now know the whole fascination with the sparkly skin...

Lake blinked.

- Wait, what? - From-from the movie, with the vampires, and their skin, you know! - he explained - Cos the girl found it so fascinating about him, and, and your skin reflects the Moon, and, and...

It took him a moment to realise that Lake has been staring at him with a bewilderment in her eyes, as he continued to ramble on.

- I killed the mood, didn't I? - Oh, you annihilated it!

Lake burst into laughter that echoed throughout the lakeside.

- Next time after searching "how to kiss a girl" make sure to look up some good pickup lines. - she mocked him, as the two walked out of the water - Actually no, you will mess them all up.

She jumped in place, shaking her body from the droplets of water, until Jesse handed her something.

- I brought a towel in my backpack.

For a while, Lake stared at him agape, and when she took it, she returned a sly smirk.

- Well, that's a good one...

Instead of drying her skin, she spread it onto the ground, and before Jesse could protest, she grabbed his hand and pulled him towards her for the third time this night.