#it’s about learning a hug doesn’t mean goodbye anymore

[werepires]

Sooo insane about Dean and Cas realising they get to have without fear of losing

[snelbz]

Better or Worse {18}

Nessian. Angst. Modern AU.

@snelbz x @theladyofdeath collab

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A/N: Sorry for the late post! I had it queued for pm instead of am and just noticed. We’re almost to the end of Nesta and Cassian’s journey of growth, but we hope you’ve enjoyed reading this one as much as we’ve enjoyed writing it!

Almost every counseling appointment we’ve gone to, Nesta has been right there by my side. But Gwyn asked us to meet separately this week and that shouldn’t make me as nervous as it does. I know it’s common for therapists to want to talk to each person on their own, but even at the beginning, even when we weren’t speaking, having Nesta there was a balm to me. I was able to open up and talk about my thoughts, my feelings even if I wasn’t sure how I felt about them.

Now, sitting across from Gwyn, I feel like I’m back at square one. Rather than the usual couch, I’m sitting in an armchair identical to the one she’s in.

Her notepad is resting in her lap, but she doesn’t look down at it. She doesn’t even have a pen. “How are you doing this afternoon, Cass?”

“Good,” I say, but nothing more which makes her smile.

“Nervous?” She asks, not unkindly.

I sigh. “Yeah? Which is weird, right? Because we know each other fairly well by now.”

“True, but it’s not weird, it’s actually common,” she assures me. “You’re not used to doing this alone. It’s a big step.”

There was a time when her tone would piss me off, would make me feel like she thinks she’s talking to a child, but not anymore. I know she’s genuine in everything she says. 

“I guess so,” I agree, and answer her question honestly. “I am good, though. Yes, nervous, but everything has been going really, really good. Great. Nesta and I are, uh, renewing our vows.”

“Oh?” Gwyn asks and she sounds happy about it, which is a good sign. “When?”

“A month. I actually asked her when we got back from our little vacation, after we left here.” I shrug. Since we’ve been doing so well in our marriage, we haven’t been coming to see Gwyn as much. “It felt like the right thing to do. I asked; she said yes.”

“I’m happy for you,” she says, and I know she means it. 

My appointment goes on like that and after a few more minutes I actually start to fully relax. I told her everything, probably oversharing at some points but I can’t help it. I feel like I just fell in love again for the very first time, although this time feels much stronger than that. Nesta and I have a bond that can’t be broken, that can never be shaken again. 

After telling Gwyn goodbye, I head to Nyx’s preschool to pick him up. He’s waiting for me with his backpack on and his lunchbox in hand, and the second I pull up to the curb, he’s jumping up and down. 

“Hey buddy.” I hop out of the truck and give my nephew a hug while ignoring the wandering eyes of his teacher, as usual. She’s at least seventy, I swear, and I have no clue how she hasn’t retired yet.

“Uncle Cass, we learned about bugs today!”

So begins my rundown of his day, right down to his snacks and the lunch Feyre packed for him that morning.

My phone rings as I’m putting my car in park in the garage. When I see it’s Elain, my brows pull together. I love my sister-in-law, and would do anything for her at any time. But she doesn't usually call me. I answer as I round the truck to get Nyx out of his carseat.

“Hello?”

“Hey, Cass.”

“Is everything okay?”

Her cheery laughter floats through the phone. “Everything is fine. I was seeing if Nesta was with you. I tried her cell but she didn’t answer and I wanted to get a final decision on the flowers for the ceremony.”

I’m a man of many talents. I pride myself on being knowledgeable about many things. Flowers sure as shit isn’t one of them.

Scratching at my beard, I head into the house, Nyx on my heels. “She had a meeting with Eris and the publishers this afternoon, but should be home around five if you can wait that long.”

I hear the telltale sounds of Nyx dropping his backpack. “Hi, Greg!”

“Alright, I’ll try her then. Thanks!”

We say our goodbyes and I toss my phone on the kitchen counter only to realize the kitchen has become far too quiet. When I turn around, Nyx is nowhere to be found.

Just before I can completely panic, Nyx comes back through the door, crying.

I frown. “What happened, buddy?”

“Greg,” he says, a sobbing mess. “Door…open…Greg.”

He can barely get the words out but I get the gist. With a sigh, I pick Nyx up and pat his back. “It’s okay. Greg gets out sometimes, I’ll find him.”

I set Nyx up on the couch with a juice box and a bowl of popcorn while he watches Bluey before finding myself going around the outside of the house, looking in all the bushes. 

No Greg.

I call his name and all of my neighbors that don’t know me are probably wondering why I’m going around my house, yelling for a Greg, but I ignore any potential neighbor’s judgment. Every minute that passes that I can’t find him, I get worried. Nesta loves this cat like a child. 

And I can’t find him. 

When I finally head back inside, Nyx’s head pokes over the top of the couch. He’s still sniffling as he asks, “Did you find him?”

I hesitate for a second because I don’t want him to worry, I don’t want him to start crying again, and I definitely don’t want him telling Nesta about this. So I decide to go with a little white lie. “I did. He was having fun running around and asked to stay outside a little longer. I told him he could play outside until it gets dark.”

Thankfully, that perks him up and blessedly derails his toddler attention span. “Did you know that lightning bugs come out when it’s dark? And then their butts light up?”

For the rest of the afternoon, I’ve got one eye on Nyx and one on the window at the back deck. On multiple occasions, I run outside with the bag of treats and shake it as obnoxiously as I can.

The damn cat never comes back.

As the clock ticks closer and closer to five, I start to panic. How am I going to tell Nesta I let Greg get out? Better yet, how am I going to keep Nyx from saying something?

Before I can come up with a foolproof plan, the garage door opens and my beautiful wife comes strolling in. She gives me a smile and a kiss on the cheek before asking, “How was your appointment with Gwyn?”

“Fine,” I answer, and as soon as it’s out of my mouth I know that I’ve answered way too quickly. Her joyful demeanor falters and I hesitate, which makes her frown. 

“What?” she asks, and there’s a bite to her voice which I know means I should tread carefully if I want to try and keep the peace. 

“Look,” I say, and take a deep breath. I watch her eyes as they go from angry to concerned to confused. “I…there was...Nyx accidentally…Gre—”

Just as I’m about to say his name, the furry little bastard charges into the room and jumps up on the kitchen island to greet Nesta. My wife momentarily forgets about me and scratches the cat under his chin.

I stare, dumbfounded. “I…what the fuck?”

“Hmm?” Nesta asks, remembering I exist and crossing her arms. “Okay, what did you do?” “Nothing,” I say, and grab her face, bringing her mouth abruptly to mine. She’s surprised for a second, but melts into me as my lips keep moving. 

“Ew!”

We pull apart to look at Nyx, who is standing in the doorway and covering his eyes. When he peeks through his fingers, he gasps. “GREG! I thought we lost you forever! I was soooooooooo scared! Uncle Cass, wasn’t I scared?”

I purse my lips and slowly bring my gaze back to Nesta’s. She’s watching me with narrowed eyes full of hellfire. 

“So, we lost Greg,” I confess, quietly. Nyx doesn’t seem to notice the tension as he grabs the cat off the island and carries him into the living room. I open my mouth to give a long, pathetic story about what happened, but Nesta shakes her head and puts her fingers over my mouth.

“I don’t wanna know,” she says, and her eyes soften. “He’s here, he’s safe, do better next time.” 

I blink, thinking it’s a trap and not wanting to curse it. “Yeah, okay.” Now I’m suspicious. “You’re taking this too well, it’s scaring me.”

She snorts and runs her hands down my chest and bundles my t-shirt in her hands. “I want tonight to be a good night. We’ve been a little stressed lately, planning this wedding so quickly…” She shrugs. “No more stress.”

I feel like there’s something she’s not telling me. Maybe it’s the fact that we’ve been married for a decade, but I feel like something’s off. “Nesta—”

She looks over my shoulder, into the living room at Nyx and Greg snuggling on the couch, then back to me. 

“What?” I ask, and try not to let my worry creep in too far. “What happened? Are you okay? Did Eris piss you off? The fuck did that prick do now—”

“Eris didn’t do anything, for once,” she says, laughing quietly. “Nothing’s wrong. I’ve just…been thinking about something, but I thought we could wait until we’re alone tonight to talk about it.”

I hate that.

I hate when someone says we need to talk, especially my wife, then doesn’t tell me what it is we need to talk about. 

“Now I’m going to spend the entire afternoon worrying about whatever it is you have to say,” I say, keeping my voice low. 

“It’s nothing bad,” she whispers, and leans up on her toes to kiss me. I grab her ass and squeeze for comfort. “Just something I’ve been thinking about. A lot. Come on, let’s make dinner before Feyre gets here to pick him up.” 

And that’s that. I throw together a quick meal of blackened chicken, green beans, and red potatoes, which Nyx devours as if he hasn’t eaten in weeks. More than once, Nesta has to remind him to take smaller bites, but he manages to clean his plate without choking. Nyx regales Nesta with his school day, as well, telling her all about his studies but conveniently forgetting the story he told me about the little girl on the playground who held his hand.

Nesta is in the kitchen, cleaning up after dinner, while Nyx and I are on the couch watching Bluey when I hear the door from the garage open. Nyx, engrossed in whatever shenanigans Bluey and Bingo have gotten into, doesn’t notice the quiet greetings or the hushed whispers and murmuring.

But I do.

It sets me on edge, immediately thinking of whatever Nesta wants to talk about when we’re alone. It sends my brain straight into “overthink” mode and I don’t notice that Nyx has said something until he calls my name a second time.

“What was that, bud?”

“I said that daddy said I could get a puppy just like Bluey.”

“Did he now?” Feyre asks, breezing in from the kitchen.

“Mama!” Nyx is off the couch in a flash and crashing into her legs.

His backpack is already slung over her elbow and she lifts Nyx into her arms, hugging his close. “Hi, bub. Ready to go home?”

“Yes! Me and Uncle Cass lost Greg.” Feyre’s smile falters but Nyx charges on. “Don’t worry, mama, we found him.”

We say our goodbyes and promise to see them soon, and when it’s just me and Nesta alone, I can’t control myself any longer.

“So.”

She chuckles as she sits next to me on the couch and turns off Bluey. “So.”

I wait for her to say something but when she doesn’t go on, I throw my hands in the air. “Damn it, Nesta, please just—”

“I think we should look into adoption.” The words rush out of her, quietly. “I think we should adopt.”

Out of all the things I expected her to say, that wasn’t it. I’m at a loss for words.

It’s not until I notice her eyes start to line with tears that I come back, my mind catching up with me.

“You don’t want—”

“I’m just surprised,” I say, before she can worry. “I mean, adoption is…that’s a lot. That’s big.”

“I’m ready to be a mom, babe,” she says, and a tear falls as her voice breaks. “We’ve been ready for a family for so long and I’m accepting that I’m not ever going to have a baby.” I want to protest, but I can’t. “So I thought we could have a baby, or a child, through adoption.”

I’m quiet for a moment, but Nesta doesn’t push me.

Adoption had never even crossed my mind and I’m a little ashamed of myself for not considering it. Growing up in the foster system, how many years did I dream of someone finally deciding I was worth the trouble, of a family adopting me and giving me the happy home I’d always dreamed of. But Nesta wanted to be a mother and I never thought farther than giving her that dream myself, of our child growing inside of her.

Who’s to say the child we’ve been dreaming of isn’t already out there?

“Do you want to quit trying?” I ask, carefully. “To have our own?”

“Absolutely not,” she scoffs, and I can tell she’s trying not to be emotional. She knows my past more intimately than anyone else on the planet. “You think after finally having sex after months of celibacy, I’ll be able to go back?”

I swallow and huff a laugh but stay quiet for a minute, allowing my thoughts to catch up with me. My thoughts that are all over the place. 

“Okay,” I say, quietly, and her tears spill over. I wipe them away, carefully. “After the wedding…we can start the process, if it’s what you truly want.”

“It is,” she says, and there is no doubt. “But is it what you want?”

“A family with you is all I have ever wanted,” I say, and it is wholly the truth. 

I can’t help my own consuming emotion as she kisses me. Every day I don’t know how my marriage can get better, how I can love this woman more, but then I do. I didn’t know this love, this excitement for the future could still be so strong, so evident after ten years.

I’m so ridiculously in love with this woman that I can’t believe it. I show her as much as I lay her down on the couch and take my sweet time with every beautiful, magnificent inch of her body.

We will have our family soon enough, one way or another, and I can’t wait.

[beestriker015]

Wonder Woman x male civilian s/o

Diana has been dating s/o for a little over 2 years now.

She met him during a fight between the Justice League and Darkseid, s/o trying to save a child who was buried under some debris.

Diana was impressed with his selfless act and wanted to get to know him better after Darkseid was dealt with, her helping s/o successfully saving the child.

She learned that s/o worked at a coffee shop in Metropolis as a barista, and so she went there every day to get to know him.

S/o and Diana became infatuated with each other and soon started dating, her revealing to him that she’s Wonder Woman early on in the relationship as to not keep any secrets from him.

S/o is very supportive of his girlfriend’s heroics, but that doesn’t stop him from worrying about her.

He always kisses her goodbye before she goes on mission.

“I love you Diana, promise me you’ll be safe ok?”

“I love you too s/o, and I promise that I’ll be fine.”

When she’s not busy with Justice League stuff, Diana loves to spend as much time with s/o as she can.

Dinner dates and romantic nights together are quite common between the two.

S/o not being a hero means that Diana can be quite protective over him, almost motherly to an extent.

If he were to be injured in any way by a villain, Diana would go on a rampage.

“Hurting my s/o was a grave mistake. I won’t kill you, but I swear to Hera that you’ll pay for every scratch or bruise on his person.”

When the threat is ended, Diana would coddle s/o until his wounds heal.

“Don’t worry my love, I will take care of you as your injuries heal.”

Her mother Hippolyta is accepting of s/o and his relationship with her daughter, seeing how happy Diana is with him.

Diana doesn’t get jealous easily, but when someone flirts with or hits on her boyfriend, she can get a little peeved.

“Excuse me, I’m sorry to tell you this, but s/o is already in a relationship.”

She says calmly yet firmly to the girl/guy making a move on s/o.

When he/she leaves, she hugs s/o tightly while muttering one word under her breath:

“…mine.”

She’ll never admit it, but Diana secretly tries to make s/o jealous by spending more and more time with Batman.

It doesn’t go as planned as s/o starts to believe that Diana doesn’t want to be with him anymore, causing her to feel really bad and apologize to her boyfriend profusely.

“Please forgive me my love, I went too far. I only wanted to make you jealous, not cause you to doubt our relationship. Believe me when I say that I only have eyes for you s/o, my heart goes to you and you alone.”

The two make up quickly and put the whole thing behind them (Diana still feels bad though).

After being together for so long, Diana decides that s/o is the person she wishes to spend the rest of her life with, so she begins to plan how she’s gonna propose to him.

She takes him to the place of their first date and gets down on one knee while pulling out a small box with a ring in it from her purse.

“S/o, being with you has been the greatest thing to ever happen to me since I first came to Man’s world. I truly believe that you and I have been chosen by the gods to be together, so would you make me the happiest woman in Man’s world and be my husband?”

S/o smiles and nods, pulling Diana into a warm embrace.

“Of course I’ll marry you Diana, I can’t imagine my life without you in it.”

Diana sheds a few happy tears, knowing she and her s/o have a lifetime of love and happiness ahead of them.

[softguarnere]

Like A Girl (Like A Man)

Shifty Powers x OFC

Chapter 10: Someone Who Will Miss You

Summary: “Donadagohvi,” he tells her. Until we meet again.

A/N: Early update for this week! Call it a little celebration for spring break or something, I don't know. There are like three different things in this chapter I almost cut because they hurt my feelings to write, so . . . take that as you will 🫶🏼

Warnings: war, discussions of grief and death, religious imagery, language, mentions of the boarding school era

Taglist: @latibvles @mrs-murder-daddy @liebgotts-lovergirl @lieutenant-speirs

Uppottery, England, 1944

My dear baby,

I should have expected that you would be leaving. Part of me hoped that you would push through, but I think we both know that you’ve been doing that for far too long; there comes a time when you can’t hold on to the things that hurt you anymore and you have to let them go.

Maybe you don’t remember it, but after Granny died, you told me that you would never stop being lonely without her. Then you stopped seeming to care about almost everything. I should have seen the signs and known that you were already gone. That doesn’t mean it was any less of a shock to see you go that morning.

I don’t know where you’ve gone. I think I know why, though, and I understand. Or at least, I’m trying to. Matthew and Marilyn told me when they were ready to leave, and then they went. You’ve been wanting to leave since you were small. And then one morning, you did. I just wish that I had gotten to say a proper goodbye to you. I miss you more than words can express.

Now I’m the one who’s lonely. All of my children have gone to make their own way in the world, and all of my family live far away. But there’s a secret to being lonely – one I should have taught you earlier: the people you love never truly leave you. They will always be there, tucked away in your fondest memories, and the love shared will stay alive in your heart, no matter the distance or worlds between you.

You are still in my heart, wherever you are. Just like I know that Granny is in yours. She is with all of us, but especially you – she thought the moon shone over your head. Listen to her when she talks to you. She’ll never lead you astray. She will always be there for you, to protect you. And I will protect you if you ever come home.

I hope you will. I would give anything to see you again, to have all my children under one roof . . . Even for just a moment.

I’m not mad that you left. If it’s fear keeping you away, I want you to know that I will defend the choice you made to leave unannounced. I won’t let anything happen to you.

Wherever you are and wherever you go, I hope that you’re happy, and that you found what you’ve been looking for. I hope you don’t feel lonely anymore. I hope you don’t have to feel lonely ever again. Someday, you will find your place. We all do eventually. And that is what makes it all worth it.

You will find your place. But in the meantime, you will always have a place here to return to if you need it. I hope I will get to hug you soon.

Gvgeyui

Tsatsi

Sunlight glints off the toes of her well-polished Corcoran boots as she sits on an abandoned crate, feet stretched out in front of her. The only thing keeping the telltale prickling sensation from becoming strong enough to turn into a stream of tears is focusing on the sunlight, moving her feet back and forth to watch it dance off of them. Back and forth, back and forth.

Granny had been a fluent Cherokee speaker. Zenie’s conversational skills are limited, since she was only learning it during the short time they lived together. Her Mama speaks even less than she does, since the boarding school she was forced to attend as a child stole the language right out of her mouth and shoved it full of English instead. Looking at the end of the letter, it looks like they couldn’t take it out of her heart.

Gvgeyui: I love you. Tsatsi: your mother.

Even if they could take it from her lips, it still lives within her, somewhere, just like the sister the school stole from her at the same time.

Back and forth, back and forth.

The envelope was so thick because it contained the note from Bobby, the letter from her mother, and pictures. One of Matthew and Marilyn when they were finishing high school, standing in front of the brick building. Marilyn looks tall and proud. Matthew looks relieved.

Back and forth, back and forth.

One of Granny. It must have been taken around the time that Zenie was born, because she’s younger and healthier looking then when she lived with them. But she’s still Granny.

Back and forth, back and forth.

The last one is of Mama. She’s sitting out in the yard on a sunny day, holding an infant Zenie. Marilyn leans into Mama’s right side, grinning big for the camera. Matthew, on the left, is giving Zenie a curious look, like he can’t quite figure her out.

Back and forth, back and –

The tent opens rather abruptly and then falls shut again. Bill stands in front of it, panting, his eyes darting across the airfield but appearing to take in nothing. He pauses for a moment, then storms past where Zenie is sitting. His footsteps echo as he goes.

“Bill?” When he doesn’t answer, Zenie jumps off her crate and starts after him. “Hey, Bill! What’s the matter?”

He turns to face her, but the jovial smile that she’s come to know these past few years is nothing but a distant memory. His eyes flash black as a thundercloud. “What’s the matter? I’ll tell ya what’s the matter, is that I’m not jumpin’ out of one of those goddamn planes right now, ready to kill every Kraut son of a bitch that I see! That’s what’s the matter.”

There is no trace of her friend – the first friend she made at Toccoa – in the man before her. His harsh tone hardens something within her. She feels her jaw clench.

“Do not snap at me!”

There’s some sort of irony in the fact that her demand is snapped back at him. He doesn’t – couldn’t possibly – know that this is years of pent up anger and unspoken despair finally boiling over, words that sound too much like her father’s finally toppling the scales and releasing a taste of the hatred that has rotted within her heart since childhood.

“Do not talk to me like that,” she repeats through clenched teeth.

If she didn’t recognize Bill through his anger, he must not recognize her through hers. Blinking, stunned, Bill studies her for a moment. His shoulders sag and he sighs. “I’m sorry. I – “ A laugh that has no happiness in it. He reaches into his pocket and pulls out a letter. “Here.”

Dear Johnny. Zenie raises her eyebrows, but keeps scanning the letter – a letter not intended for Bill’s eyes, she realizes when she catches the words Henry Guarnere; dead; Monte Cassino; Bill doesn’t know.

“Oh.” His brother is dead. He found out in a letter that he was never meant to see . . . right before the biggest event of their lives. If she had known, she wouldn’t have snapped at him. “I’m so sorry.”

Bill presses his lips into a thin line. His eyes flick toward the letter in Zenie’s hand. “What about you?”

Zenie rarely gets mail. Bobby sends her short letters containing news from back home. Ever since her trip to Clinchco, she sometimes gets encouraging letters from Shifty’s family. Unlike the other men, she doesn’t share the content of her letters with anyone.

Now, she hands her friend the letter from her mother, unable to look at him while he scans through it.

“Jesus, Tommy.” Bill stares at her with raised eyebrows. “Ya said that ya weren’t close with your family, but ya never mentioned running away.” His eyebrows furrow as he scans the letter again. “They don’t know you’re in the army?”

She shakes her head. She’s only ever let Shifty in on that bit of information, back when she was explaining why she never used her passes to visit home.

“Jesus. That’s . . .”

“I know. But I had to leave and they would have stopped me.”

Bill blinks. He cocks his head and gives her a sideways look, studying her. It’s not the way that Shifty looked at her when he realized who she was – like he was seeing her for the first time. No, Bill is looking at her like he can’t wrap his mind around what she’s done. (If only he knew the full extent of it.)

“I know it’s not great,” Zenie charges on before he can say anything. “But it’ll be fine.”

Neither of them speak for a moment. They stare at each other in the fading sunlight, Zenie biting her lip and Bill’s eyes dancing between her and the airfield as he searches for something to focus on. Finally, he reaches out and claps her shoulder.

“Yeah, kid. We’re gonna make sure ya make it through the jump and get home to your Ma. It’ll be fine.”

It’s not a question.

The next morning dawns clear and bright. Men crowd around the priests as they come to the airfield. Zenie stays back, watching her friends go. It’s a gentle sight. Nothing like the pastors back home who thump their Bibles and yell at the congregation to get their point across.

Except for the moment when Zenie first arrived at Camp Toccoa and walked into the barracks, she’s never felt so tense around the people that she’s come to call her friends. Now their company stands in small clumps as they wait for their next order – as they wait for the moment that they’ve been counting down to for years.

Zenie and Luz help each other attach their leg bags. McClung tries to help her with her Mae West, which ends up popping, so she can only hope she doesn't end up landing in water. Popeye slips her some extra candy. Toye shoots her a grin when she tosses him her pack of cigarettes. She feels herself smile back at him.

They’ve waited for this moment for so long. Now that it’s here . . . it almost doesn’t feel real, somehow.

Shifty wishes her well. “I know you’re not really religious, but I said a prayer for you.”

Her heart feels like a glowing ember. “I appreciate it.” There’s so much she could say. There’s so little time before they part ways. Instead of saying those things, she settles on, “Thank you, Shifty. For everything.”

He nods. “Of course.”

It happens so quickly that she can’t be sure if he does it intentionally, or if it only happens because they’re standing so close. Shifty’s hand brushes hers, and for a split second, his fingers wrap around hers.

“Donadagohvi,” he tells her. Until we meet again.

“Donadagohvi,” she gasps.

And then as quickly as they touched, he’s moving away to go finish saying his goodbyes and to get on the plane. She stares after him with her breath and her heavy words stuck in her throat like a golf ball. No don’t go come back I –

“Well fellas, this is it,” Luz announces with a clap of his hands. He’s smiling, but it isn’t as wide as usual. He nods. “Good luck.”

Toye nods. “See you boys in France.”

“Don’t do anythin’ stupid,” Bill orders, which makes them all chuckle. “Good luck, boys.”

She should say something. Not goodbye. That feels too final.

“I’ll see y’all later,” she promises. They all start to migrate towards where their platoon is, but Zenie stops.

“Hey, I – “ That damn golf ball feeling is still clogging her throat; tender emotions are not so easily expressed when they need to be. “Uh, I just wanted to thank you. I didn’t really have anyone before I joined the paratroopers, so . . . Thanks for taking a chance on the short new guy.”

Bill’s grief over his brother is still hard and very present, shrouding him like a heavy coat. Yet even with all their equipment on, he tries his best to throw an arm around her shoulder as they walk to join the others. He doesn’t say anything. It’s alright – Zenie understands.

Gene gives her a sage nod when he hands her the airsickness pill. She hopes her nod back can convey how thankful she is that he’s kept her secret this whole time.

God, what’s wrong with her? Yesterday she was resigned to her fate and willing to throw herself out of a plane without hesitation, and now she’s full of emotion for all these men that she’s come to know. Maybe it was the letter. Lipton’s words: I think that someone would miss you. She would miss all of them, if something happened.

She’s never been airsick on any of their practice jumps. She takes the pill anyway, just in case. She doesn’t need one more thing throwing her off her game.

Lieutenant Winters helps each of them up, shaking their hands and wishing them well. “Good luck, Driver,” he says when he pulls her to her feet.

Then she’s at the door of the plane. They all have so much equipment that it takes the help of their fellow paratroopers to lift them up and through the door. It leaves no time for hesitation. The second that she approaches the threshold, she feels hands behind her, pushing her up into the air, toward the arms in the plane reaching down to receive her. It’s a reverse baptism. Instead of the pastor dunking her down into the water and announcing that Jesus lives in her heart and her name is written in the Book of Life, she’s being raised up in a display of team work and her actions are staining the pages of history books.

Inside, the rumbling of the C-47’s engine has never seemed louder. It rattles her to the core. Is the plane shaking, or is it her own unsteadiness as she makes her way to her seat?

Oh my God, she thinks as she watches the other men in her stick clamber into the plane. This is happening. This isn’t a practice run. This won’t be funny, like that time that Bill accidentally had two parachutes deployed on a training jump. This will be real.

Her mouth goes dry at the same time that her stomach turns cold. One thought keeps running through her head: she never should have opened that letter. She would be fine if she were still convinced that no one would miss her, that her possible death wouldn’t be an inconvenience.

Stop stop stop! They’re just kids. All of them. With mothers back home like hers, who are worried for them as they embark upon the experience of a lifetime. Kids going off to fight a man’s war. What are they doing here?!

Across the aisle, someone grins at her. From under the helmet and the face paint, she can’t make out who it is, just that their gesture is friendly enough.

At least she’s surrounded by friends. She trusts all of these men. They trust her. And two of them trust her despite what they know about her. They called her brave, even.

She takes a deep breath. She was fine before the letter, and she’s fine now; she will make it so. She’s ready for this – they all are.

At last, their plane starts to move forward. Too late to back out now, even if she wanted to. Because she wants this. She wanted to get out of her town, out of her house, out of her room, and boy did she. Now she’s up in the sky, heading for foreign lands.

Zenie from the Bird Clan is finally flying far, far away.

[dreamingsushi]

Till the End of the Moon - Episode 21

Susu just arrived to the camp where Tantai Jin is located now. I can’t wait, like I said last time, to discover what their reunion will look like. So without further do, let’s just discover that. I hope no drama lama.

Pianran tells Susu where are Tantai Jin’s quarters. She says she can only take one glance at him and then she’ll send her back to the capital. Meanwhile, the fox lady is going to see Ye Qingyu. She also teaches some manners to a few monsters. Susu quickly finds Tantai Jin and she’s relieved to see that he’s doing fine. Then she feels something on her head: specifically a crow, which scares her and she shouts, drawing Tantai Jin’s attention. The crow reports he saw that demon that made it send so many letters. Tantai Jin is so happy.

Susu ran away to a river border. Tantai Jin goes to her and when she turns around, explaining why she came and not to punish Pianran, he hugs her thus creating one more nail. I’m not sure if she’s happier about the nail or the hug huhu. Then he says she smells bad haha. I mean after two weeks of walking she must. They were matching outfits. He’s so happy that they’re matching and he carries her because her feet hurt. Though they did a very bad job a make up for her blisters. It doesn’t look like it at all. He puts ointment on for her. She gets all shy and rushes out first after saying she feels all better. That was soooo cute. I liked it so much.

So it’s taking too long for Fuyu to prepare the puppet army, so the king urges her to find a faster way. Now they will sacrifice 9 pairs of boys and girls, a loved one from Tantai Jin and they need the bones of a close relative to kill him. But it’s risky.

Susu got lost in the camp. Tantai Jin tells her that whenever she feels lost, she can follow the golden crow. She plays a little hard to get, saying that since he’s not injured anymore, she’ll leave the next morning. He tells her she can’t go anywhere before her feet are healed. She makes him promise to never leave again without saying goodbye. For the first time, she isn’t overjoyed that the pearl is acting up and she leaves first to go to bed. Tantai Jin is feeling somewhat uneasy. Pianran tries to kick Susu out of her bed, but she says she’s playing hard to get like she told her. Pianran asks her again if she does like Tantai Jin and this time, she doesn’t deny it as fast.

Nian Baiyu tells Tantai Jin that the Sheng king stole the remains of his mother. When Susu wakes up, Tantai Jin is leaving camp. Pianran can’t tell Susu what is happening. Instead of staying put, she follows them. Ah, no. She went to see Xiao Lin. She tells him that Tantai Jin left the camp. Xiao Lin orders her to go back before Tantai Jin learns she was there. Meanwhile Tantai Jin deals with the king. He kills every one and makes the king bow to his mother. But he’s pretending to comply and throws her urn on the ground, shattering it to pieces, spilling her ashes under the falling rain. The king has gone crazy. Yingxin stabs Tantai Jin. He kills her to free her. Seems like the crazy king is out for now. Panic in the palace. Someone tries to rob Ye Bingchang and she uses her maid as a shield to protect herself, leading to her death. Xiao Lin’s soldiers come to try and stop Tantai Jin. He doesn’t kill the guards. Ye Bingchang rushes to seek safety from Tantai Jin because he is the most powerful man. She plays the card of the weak lady to ask him to take her along with him. He agrees? I find it quite strange that he would pity her.

Susu has been pacing around waiting for Tantai Jin to come back. He knows she went to see Xiao Lin because of the crow. It’s a little creepy to keep spying on your wife through a bird. Now he thinks she betrayed him because of Xiao Lin. Maybe that’s why he took Ye Bingchang with him. He totally ignores Susu and lets Ye Bingchang follow him. Susu thinks that he likes her.

Pianran is happy because now that Sheng is defeated, maybe Tantai Jin is going to release her. She also tells Susu to be careful because he came back with a beautiful woman. Pianran is worried about Qingyu. Susu wonders what happened and what made Tantai Jin that way. She goes to see him and he asks her if she waited for him all along. She doesn’t answer and only ask what happened. This is a red alert! Miscommunication incoming! He tells her he went to the palace to kill people, the king. Yingxin. He thanks her for tipping Xiao Lin, since he was so close to kill him. She says she regrets being stupid enough to want to stay by his side, that you can’t change one’s nature. He’s definitely hurt, but this time around I can’t pity him. He kind of pushed her to say such things. He’s good at sabotaging his chances of happiness. He says he doesn’t care who serves him and tells her to leave, resulting in the nails to resorb and he ends up in a bad state after she leaves. The sword Yingxin used to stab him was cursed which doesn’t help with his state.

Painran goes to visit Ye Qingyu, but he’s with Ye Bingchang. When they come out, Ye Bingchang seems to recognize Pianran. I guess the person who guessed she stole her love string was right.

Tantai Minglang doesn’t care that Sheng was defeated. He has bigger plans.

Tantai Jin sees Susu everywhere now that she’s gone. Ye Bingchang tries to see Tantai Jin and even tries bribing Nian Baiyu. I have to say that I love Nian Baiyu and I’m always super afraid that something bad will happen to him. She wants to thank and repay him. He seems rather uncomfortable. He tells her to keep him company and cook for him. She thinks he still has feelings for her. I think he wants to rub it on Ye Xiwu’s nose.

And this is it. Even though I didn’t like the results of the fight between Susu and Tantai Jin, it was one of my favorite moments of this episode because of the amazing chemistry between the two main leads, but also thanks to their unbelievably good acting skills. I hope they can reconcile soon and that they’ll yeet Ye Bingchang out of their life.

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+ @idleds​

haneul can count all the times he’s been nervous on one hand if he stops to think about it. 

one: when he was four and learning taekwondo. he was in the middle of a skills test in order to advance to the next belt color— watching one by one as each kid in his class demonstrated what they learned in order to advance. he sat patiently, twirling his little white belt in his hands as the prospect of not only performing, but failing, filled his brain until his brain got too full and those worries filled his stomach instead. 

haneul received his yellow belt that day.

two: when he was seven and preparing his brother’s eulogy. his family told him he didn’t have to speak if he didn’t want to, but it felt wrong to have all this time with his brother and not say a final goodbye to him in this life. he tried this phrase and that— tried to explain how much his haru meant to him and how good of a brother he was to haneul even though haneul didn’t want to listen all the time like a good little brother would. he tried to tell a story about the time haneul got the flu and haru was so upset on his behalf that he cried while he hugged haneul tight. he tried to explain that he wasn’t sure if he was still a little brother if his haru wasn’t around anymore— how he wasn’t sure if he was a brother at all.

haneul didn’t end up speaking that day.

he didn’t end up speaking at all.

three: when haneul picked up seunggi on a sunday afternoon.

he’s asked seunggi to get ready that morning— much earlier than most of their hangouts— because he had something special he wanted seunggi to do with him. it isn’t necessarily important, but it’s special enough to haneul that he’s pretty sure seunggi agreed only because of the desperation in his voice when he asked. haneul asked him to dress up a little (important matters, of course) and to dress warmly, because the day was expected to be cold. haneul secretly wished it snowed.

he’s been quiet the entire ride and it’s not because he means to be, but because he has forgotten to be anything other than that. he forgets to ask seunggi how is day is going. he forgets to tell him that they don’t have to take long if seunggi doesn’t want them to or if he gets too cold. he forgets to tell seunggi that they’re almost there when they round the corner of the cemetery.

“i just... there’s someone i want you to meet,” he says quietly as the engine rumbles to a stop.

“he’s really important to me,” he says as he takes seunggi’s hand before they step on the cobblestone path.

“i want you to meet him before i die,” he doesn’t say as haneul leads them off the path and down a row of headstones. 

haneul stands with seunggi at haru’s grave, staring at the headstone while song haru engraved in stone stares back at him. it doesn’t feel right here, but that has nothing to do with the man holding his hand and everything to do with the fact that haneul knows undoubtedly that his brother isn’t here. but he can’t possibly share the haru in his memories to someone who has never had them. he can’t possibly share the belief that haru guides him every day to someone who has never met haru’s love and kindness.

meeting what’s left of him will just have to do.

“hi hyung,” he says to the grave. he doesn’t dare glance at seunggi even as he lets go of his hand to crouch close to the frozen ground. he expects seunggi to make a run for it, if he’s being honest, and he wouldn’t be able to find anything in him to blame him for it. “i’m twenty-five this year. and i... learned to paint with watercolors like i told you i would last time. and... i brought someone with me.”

now is when he glances to seunggi— partially to make sure he’s still there and partially... to make sure he’s still there.

“you don’t have to say anything,” haneul tells him, “i just... i wanted...”

haneul wanted to introduce seunggi to haru at the movie theater so that if things went wrong, they wouldn’t have to talk to each other. he wanted them to meet with the smell of butter in the air. he wanted them to decide on a movie to watch together and then if they liked each other, they’d all go to an arcade or something so haru could win haneul a prize. he wanted seunggi to get competitive so he could kiss the sulking right out of his pout.

he wanted seunggi to open up to haru about all the things he couldn’t open up to haneul about. he hoped that seunggi could see haru as someone who he could rely on the same way haneul thought of him all these years. he wanted them to have a special bond so that seunggi could feel less burdened, because haneul knows he fails at giving that to him.

haneul wanted haru to hear about their first kiss— how confused and delighted and confused all over again he was when it finally happened. he wanted seunggi to get suspicious looks over the dinner table the next time they all met together because while haneul and seunggi may have made amends, seunggi still had to make things right with haru too.

he wanted all these things. he wanted seunggi to see that someone really loved haneul once; haneul was capable of being loved once— worthy, even. there was something to love once.

but he stares back at the cold, hard stone that is supposed to be what’s left of his brother and all of his love and it doesn’t feel right. he wanted seunggi to meet haru but all he can do is have him meet what’s left of him. and what remains of song haru is cold and damp and everything that he wasn’t.

will song haneul, too, be remembered as loving and kind and sweet and gentle? will he be remembered as everything he wasn’t?

“—i-i wanted you to meet him.”

how silly. haneul wants seunggi to meet haru when haru isn’t here. what’s left of him isn’t him at all. 

and still, it’s the only choice haneul has.

it’s not fair.

“i just... really wanted you to meet him somehow.”

[froggibus]

Can you do a jealousy headcannon for the Shimada bros? (Genji and Hanzo)

Shimada's + Jealousy

Pairing: Hanzo Shimada x reader, Genji Shimada x reader

Genre: fluff/slight angst? headcanons lol

Summary: how jealous are the Shimada brothers + how they react to someone flirting with you

Word count: 1k

CW: slight harassment (Genji's), naïve reader (Hanzo's), drinking, slight possessiveness, protective! genji

so this is my first ever time trying to do headcanons...definitely felt a little awkward but it was fun to try! if i ever do more in the future it will definitely be the same as this format (a few hcs and then a written scenario). this is short oops

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Hanzo Shimada:

Hanzo is definitely the jealous type IF there was something he genuinely had to be jealous of

He’s not really the kind to get jealous/possessive over you just talking to a guy

But if someone starts flirting with you?

Its over

He gets SO annoyed for no reason

Not that he would do anything about it (except pout)

He’s spent most of his life learning to be diplomatic so he knows how to keep things to himself

Still, doesn’t mean he likes seeing some guy flirting with you

If they get touchy?

He's there in an instant to give them a silent reminder to back off

—

Hanzo watches you silently, dark eyes narrowed. You’re talking to an old coworker, giggling about something he had said about your old manager. There’s a bitter taste in his mouth at the sight that he couldn’t explain.

He couldn’t quite remember when he had started to feel this way—maybe it was when he shifted closer to you during the conversation? He wasn’t sure. He was sure that this man had feelings for you, though. It was clear as day by his body language.

You didn’t seem to notice, though. He sighs. That was typical. You were so friendly and loving towards the people you cared about, you had tunnel vision when it came to these things. 

“That’s so funny!” You choke out between giggles, face turning pink from lack of air.

Hanzo suppresses an eye roll. The joke wasn’t even that funny. Just some stupid impression of a character he knew you liked. Not even a good impression, at that.

You shoot a look his way, giving him a big smile. Hanzo tries to return it, but even he knows it looks more like a scowl. His ears perk up when he hears what your friend says next, though.

“So, are you doing anything tomorrow?”

You tilt your head to the side, thinking for a second. “I don’t think so.”

“What if we went to dinner?”

You raise an eyebrow. That seems a little strange—just the two of you? You look over at Hanzo, who’s now scowling clear as day. Oh, you realize. Oh. He’s been flirting with you this whole time, hasn’t he? And Hanzo is clearly jealous.

“I have a boyfriend, actually,” you admit sheepishly.

Hanzo has to bite his lip to keep from smiling. Your friend apologizes, and feeling the awkward tension between the two of you now, decides it's time to leave. You wave him goodbye, waiting until he’s out of earshot to return to your beaming boyfriend.

“What are you so happy about?”

“Nothing, nothing,” but he can’t seem to hide his smile anymore. 

You jab him in the ribs. “Don’t act like you weren’t jealous.”

“Jealous? That man is an idiot.”

“So if I did want to go to dinner with him…?” You tease.

“Not a chance.”

—

Genji Shimada:

Also the jealous type (must run in the family oops)

Definitely gets more jealous than Hanzo

Less discreet about it too

As soon as someone starts flirting with you, he’s watching like a sparrow hawk

Tries to respect your space cause he knows you can handle yourself

But will literally pout the whole time like a child

Reads lips/body language to see what’s going on

Eventually just gives in and forces himself into the conversation

Will hug you from behind or wrap his arm around you 

—

You’re at the bar, ordering drinks for you and the boys. He was hesitant to go out tonight, but with some light convincing from you and Cassidy, he agreed. Of course, now the boys were in a heated battle of who was better at darts. No, not the game of darts. Just the theoretical topic of who would beat who.

That left you to get the next round, grateful to be away from their testosterone for a minute.

“Those all for you, honey?” 

You roll your eyes at the man who had just sidled up to you. “Yeah, I’m actually a binge drinker. Hoping it’ll make this interaction more enjoyable.”

“Damn,” mischief flashes in the man's eyes. “Too bad I like them sassy.”

You hate the way his eyes scan over you, like you’re some sort of prey. You silently wish that Genji was at your side just so this asshole would leave you alone. Hell, you would even settle for Cole at this point.

The bartender gives you your drinks and you hand her a twenty. While you wait for your change, the man tries to chat you up more. You stick to giving him one worded answers, and ignore the passes he’s making at you. It’s not worth it.

Meanwhile, Cassidy had wandered off to the bathroom, leaving Genji to wonder where you were. You had said you were getting drinks, but that was at least ten minutes ago. He scans the crowd, eyes falling on you at the bar next to a tall, burly looking man.

He’s chatting you up, and you just sit there and take it. Genji shoots silent daggers his way, even though you clearly look disinterested. He wants to step in and save you, but he knows you can defend yourself. His chest tightens at the sight.

It isn’t until you try to leave and the man grabs your shoulder tight enough that you wince that Genji decides to get involved. He’s at your side instantly, ripping the man’s hand off of you.

“Back off,” he glowers at him.

The man’s eyes widen in fear at the sight of your cyborg boyfriend, and he raises his hands in defeat. You wrap your arms around Genji’s waist tightly, mumbling your thanks into the fabric of his sweatshirt.

He takes you back to the table, Cassidy still not back from his washroom trip. You wonder if he got his poncho stuck in his fly again.

“Thanks again for the save,” you sip your drink.

Genji shrugs, “I’m here to protect you.”

“How did you even know to come help me?”

“Well,” he says sheepishly, cheeks burning, “I may have been watching him.”

“You were watching us?” You laugh, “were you jealous, Gen?”

He rolls his eyes. “Me? Jealous?” 

You raise an eyebrow.

“I was just looking out for you.”

You giggle, planting a quick kiss to his cheek. It’s clear that he was jealous, but you figured it wouldn’t hurt to let it slide this one time. After all, he did save you.

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Haikyuu! Headcanon: His different types of kisses

Note: MUAH. I’m posting this first because I’m too heartbroken with the draft that I lost. So, at least please enjoy this one first, my Haikyuu peeps :D

Warnings: not proofread, fluffy

Characters: Daichi, Sugawara, Asahi, Nishinoya, Tanaka, Kageyama, Hinata, Tsukishima, Kuroo, Kenma, Oikawa, Iwaizumi, Kyotani, Bokuto, Ushijima

Daichi

First Kiss: Soft and careful. Like he’s scared to break you, or scared that he might ruin things. Or just scared he’s a bad kisser. He isn’t, just so you know.

Months after: Still soft, but less careful and more sure of himself. He finally believes that you adore his kisses. 

Years after: Does not hesitate to kiss you anymore. He does it whenever he feels like it without thinking too much. It’s sweet, just like he is.  

Sugawara

First Kiss: A mix of sweet and unsure. On the verge of ending too soon.

Months after: 100% soft and sweet like cotton candy. The type that comforts you. A fan of nuzzle kisses.

Years after: Will have his face pressed into the crook of your neck 24/7 if he could. But he can’t so he’ll steal kisses anytime the two of you are at arms length of each other.

Asahi

First Kiss: Jittery. Just full of nerves. 

Months after: Rarely initiates. You know he wants to kiss you when he stares at your lips for too long or just gets antsy around you.

Years after: Will still get shy in front of others. Mostly forehead kisses in public. The intimate ones are saved for home and alone time.

Nishinoya

First Kiss: Jittery. But in an excited kind of way. Will break into a smile right after it.

Months after: Loud smooches. He just loves showing off and people hearing it.

Years after: Cups your face with both his hands and still does a loud smooch. But now he does it anywhere and anytime and deadass doesn’t care if people look or comment about it.

Tanaka

First Kiss: Painful. Yeah. Like your faces or teeth just bump into each other.

Months after: Suddenly he’s a good kisser. The tilt his head a bit to the side passionate kind that makes you want to wrap your hands round him. 

Years after: Passionate x10 The wrap his arms around your waist and pull you close kisser. This one is a grip-his-shirt type of good.

Kageyama

First Kiss: Simple. Done with a blush on his face. A quick peck that happens when he walks you home.

Months after: Still simple. But now it’s more frequent. When you say hello or say goodbye. When you say thank you. When you say any compliment.

Years after: Looks simple, but when no ones looking he’ll kiss you on the lips and it doesn’t feel simple. He’s learned how to put desire into it, not just on his lips but by the way his hands grip your waist.

Hinata

First Kiss: Close-eyed and hopeful. Even if it was just a brief brush it sends him into Lala land. 

Months after: Looks at you with puppy eyes when he wants one. Pull you by the hand and casually land one on your lips type.

Years after: Sudden. Unexpected kisses. Everyone could be talking and discussing something and he’ll kiss you. It’ll just last a second but it was totally unpredictable and he does it A LOT.

Tsukishima

First Kiss: Like nothing even happened. Just his hand on your chin, tilting your face up and then...softness. Then it was back to your usual conversation.

Months after: Back hugs and neck kisses. Only in private. Never in public.

Years after: Still not a PDA person. But will show some signs of it. Forehead kisses in public are rare but it happens. And when it happens you can bet your ass someone from his team is going to tease him about it. 

Kuroo

First Kiss: Tilt your chin to meet his eyes and leans down with certainty, firm kiss. It’s like he’s done this before.

Months after: Still likes to hold your chin when kissing you. But now he’s the one demanding for it rather than giving it. You know what it means when he beckons you with his finger and his lips are slightly jutted out.

Years after: Kisses everywhere, mostly the neck. Yes even in public. I think he does it to show off sometimes but most of the time he just wants to.

Kenma

First Kiss: Did not know that it has happened until 10 seconds later. Will blush and will not mention it again.

Months after: Nonchalant. You think he doesn’t care about them but every time he tries to kiss you he’s dying a little inside from nervousness.

Years after: Relaxed, but usually only in private. The pull you to his lap and kiss your lips kind. After that, cuddles. 

Oikawa

First Kiss: Curious. Like he’s really wondering how your lips would taste like. It’s a full kiss, but gentle in its own ways because he’s trying to savour it.

Months after: Playful. Whenever he wants it, he does it and it’s never just a peck or a quick one. He means his kisses all the time. 

Years after: Likes to surprise you with back hugs, followed by peppery kisses on your jawline and ending right on your lips. It feels just like the first time, but better.

Iwaizumi

First Kiss: An in between of confident and unsure. Like he WANTS to do it but is just not sure if he should. Kiss ends up soft, barely there but right after it finishes he says he wants to try again.

Months after: The unsure part is gone. Now it’s just confident and full of love. He treats your lips like some type of treasure. He only really indulges in it when he thinks its the right moment. 

Years after: His kisses are like home. It’s frequent but not overly so, there’s still meaning behind all of it and it’s something automatic. 

Kyotani

First Kiss: It’s rough but not in a forceful way. Like a overwhelmed with nerves and overdoing it type of way. 

Months after: Has calmed down a little and doesn’t just mash his lips on yours. It’s actually gentle and he always turns your head towards his way with a hand on your cheek. 

Years after: The type that doesn’t really think about kissing you, but when he sees your lips and they’re especially glossy and ready for him, he’ll just dive in, even in front of people.

Bokuto

First Kiss: Giddy. It would happen suddenly. Like you’re just talking to each other and suddenly you’re stopped by his lips.

Months after: Is at the point of wondering if kissing you every second is too much. So he’s restrained, but when he DOES get to kiss you it’s like fireworks on his lips every single time. 

Years after: Showy. The twirl you around and kiss you type. Smooches everywhere. Both cheeks, nose, chin, forehead, lips. You betcha he doesn’t care who’s watching. 

Ushijima

First Kiss: Stiff and...it feels like he did it because “It’s what couples do,” 

Months after: You realize he kisses you because he wants to. You know this because he actually does it in front of his teammates and he doesn’t see anything wrong with it. 

Years after: Sometimes when he does an awesome spike he might look at you and you know he’s saying ‘I deserve a kiss for that,’ the thing is, he gives you that look for nearly everything he does now XD

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Runaways | R.B

Paring: Regulus Black X Twin!Fem!Reader

Summary: Regulus refuses to lose yet another sibling after Sirius leaves.

Being a Hufflepuff Prefect with a mischievous older Gryffindor brother is a lot of work. Sirius is frequently getting into trouble, and Remus is no help. But honestly? Y/n isn’t either. If anything, she laughs at her brother and her friend's antics. Y/n is the only Black family member still in good shape with all her family. 

Sirius was overjoyed when Y/n was into Hufflepuff. His little sister following in his footsteps of no longer being a Slytherin. However, Y/n’s twin brother - Regulus - was sorted into Slytherin. She didn’t let that define their relationship. Y/n was close with her twin and the Marauders. Remus often bumped her shoulder in the halls making her smile. The werewolf often had that effect on her. So did James, and so did Peter. 

But no one made a giant smile appear on her face than Sirius and Regulus. 

“Oi! Little sis!” His voice, it was calm and bright, something she hadn’t heard in a long time. 

Y/n turned, “Hey Siri.”

Sirius’ arm went around her shoulders, “How’s your day been?”

“Good, yours?”

“Oh,” Sirius sighed, dreaming, making her chuckle, “It’s been perfect, dear sister.”

“What did you do now?” Y/n fake scolded, “Everything.” Sirius replied. 

A familiar raven-haired boy was making their way towards them, hoping and praying that they wouldn’t notice. His green tie and green robes. The prefect badge on the left side of his chest. The wavy black hair and the beautiful grey eyes. The 5’11 Slytherin walking towards his twin sister and older brother. The people he adored the most in the world but barely talked to within the castle walls. His plan ultimately failed. 

Regulus turned to walk by his two siblings only for Y/n to wrap an around his shoulder, “Reggie!”

“Y/n, Sirius.” Regulus greeted with the corners of his lips barely turning up, “How’s your day been?” Sirius asked, turning to look at his younger brother. 

“Good until two idiots came along.” He joked with a smile adorning his features. 

Y/n put her hand on her heart dramatically, “You wound me!”

Both brothers chuckled, and a Professor came to greet them in the middle of the hallway, seeing their beautiful smiling faces, “All three Black’s in one spot. How brilliant!” Slughorn commented as Sirius faked tipping his hat. 

The three Black siblings. The Black trio. One Gryffindor, one Slytherin, and one Hufflepuff. Oh, how Walburga adored them despite the way she treated them. It was never in her heart to treat them the way she does. Orion had such a soft spot for his twins. But alas, both parents knew that if they didn’t raise them correctly - or without abuse - they would only get hurt worse. Walburga knew that if she treated them the way she truly wanted to, they’d be split. 

But that never compared to the aching in her heart when she had to cast a spell on her children. The kids she was sworn to protect. Walburga never wanted this life, never wanted to marry Orion, hell, she never even wanted kids, but Merlin, her kids were great. Slughorn and McGonagall would send her letters of how wonderfully they’ve been doing in their studies, how Sirius made another cauldron explode, how Regulus caught the snitch and won the Quidditch Cup, how Y/n made prefect and was top of her class. 

It was beautiful, and for once, Walburga was happy. She hid all the letters from Orion. If Orion knew he’d made Walburga send a howler, and she didn’t want that. Godric how she hated the awful red colors the howlers came in. The awful shade of brilliant rose. It brought a grimace to her face just thinking about it. But like everything, the truth comes out, and Sirius eventually got a howler. 

Sirius let go of Y/n to begin Transfiguration while the two twins made their way to Herbology. Not before Sirius kissing the tops of their heads like he did when they were kids, “I love you guys!”

“Black, get in here!” McGonagall yelled, and both twins laughed, “We love you too!” They replied in unison. 

Regulus and Y/n laughed, their arms around each other's shoulders, “I never want him to leave.” Regulus admitted. 

“Me either.”

The day was uneventful. More learning, more foolishness, and more laughter. Professor Sprout couldn’t help but smile at the Black twins in her classroom. Regulus was always ice cold when not around his siblings. They made him shine even if he couldn’t find a reason to. It didn’t matter where they were. The Black trio always brought smiles with them. Whether it was Y/n and Sirius, the twins, or all three, their smiles, their laughs, their happiness was so contagious. Three children from an abusive home, coming together to make each other smile. How is it possible?

Y/n would be the answer. The glue to the Black family. The bond to keep her brothers from drifting apart. But that all changed in the summer of 1976.

It was dark and another day of yelling. Sirius couldn’t take it anymore. He needed to leave. He wanted to go. It was bound to happen. He kept telling himself. But did that excuse leaving his siblings behind? Would he risk their safety for his own pleasure? Sirius didn’t have time to think about it. He packed his trunk and opened the window. One leg out and just about to get the other over until his door opened. 

His little sister, “Sirius?”

“Hey, sis…” Sirius hated how his voice shook and almost broke.

“What- Where are you going?”

He couldn’t help it; she needed to know the truth, “Away. Far away from here.”

Y/n crossed her arms slowly, “Without saying goodbye?”

“Goodbye?” Sirius replied with a nervous smile. 

She shook her head with a smile, walking toward his window. Sirius expected a smack, a lecture. But she didn’t do that. Y/n cupped both his cheeks and kissed his forehead like he did when she was hurt. Tears filled his grey eyes without permission as he stared at his younger sister's glossed eyes. Gently she ran her hand through his hair, moving it back. 

“I suppose you were never good at goodbyes.”

“Not really, no.” Sirius chuckled. 

Y/n smiled, “I know you aren’t happy here. You were never happy here.” Sirius interrupted before she could continue, “You could give Remus a run for his money.”

“Listen, Sirius, please.” She pleaded, and Sirius looked at her eyes; he’d miss them, “All I ask, is that you take care of yourself. Regulus and I, we’ll manage. But you should say goodbye to him too….”

“Go get him.”

It took minutes, but Regulus was eventually standing in front of his older brother, one leg out of the window and the other inside his bedroom. Y/n stood behind them, arms crossed with tears streaming down her cheeks silently. Regulus looked like he wanted to cry, but he didn’t. Sirius didn’t care anymore. Silver trails ran down his cheeks, especially when Regulus hugged his older brother with all his strength. 

“I'm going to miss you.”

Sirius sniffled, “I’ll miss you a hundred times more.”

“Impossible.” Y/n interjected, smiling. 

Regulus and Sirius pulled apart, Regulus now standing beside his twin, “I need you to know,” Sirius began, looking at Regulus, “James isn’t your replacement. He is nothing compared to you. You’re my brother, always.”

“And you,” He turned to Y/n after Regulus nodded, “You’re my baby sister, through and through. Just because I’m leaving doesn’t mean you can give me detention.” 

They chuckled, and possibly for the last time, “Always.”

“Forever.”

“Together.”

Sirius gave a watery smile and finished the jump out his window. Wordlessly Y/n shut it behind him. Regulus stood in front of the glass pane until Sirius was out of sight and gave a heavy sigh. Y/n was standing right beside him, leaning her head on his shoulder.

“I knew it was going to happen. I just wish it wasn’t so soon.” Regulus whispered, “I know.” Y/n agreed. 

Regulus took her hand, “Forever.”

“Together.” Y/n replied, squeezing his hand. 

So many they lost their always, but they still had each other. The next night at dinner was dreadful. Possibly the worst one yet, “Where is he!”

“I- I don’t know.” Y/n answered, cowering away, her hand rubbing her forearm.

Walburga looked at Regulus, and he shook his head, “Where is Sirius?”

“Gone.” Walburga replied to her husband, who gave a mere shrug at the answer, “Our heir is gone, Orion! What are we going to do now.”

“The reasonable thing, Y/n is next in line.”

Walburga scoffed, “Absolutely not.”

Regulus reached for his sister's hand after noticing the tears collecting in her eyes, “She is a disgrace! Just like Sirius!”

Orion put down the daily prophet, looking at his wife across the table, “What would you like me to do about it?”

“Regulus!” The boy stiffened, “You are our next heir.”

“No!” Y/n exclaimed, her rage taking over, “That isn’t how it works! I’m the next in line, disgrace or not. I'm older than Regulus.”

Walburga pulled out her wand, but Y/n didn’t flinch, “With that courage, you should be in Gryffindor.” The older woman seethed.

“You feel no remorse, do you?” Y/n asked, but she did; Godric, Walburga hated herself, “Putting your wand to my neck like I’m some training dummy.”

“How do you think we feel! Our older brother is gone! The one who took care of us because our parents can’t.”

Y/n had tears flowing down her cheeks, “How do you think we feel?”

The girl stood up from the table without being dismissed after letting go of Regulus’ hand, “I saw the tapestry.”

“You burned him from it! What kind of monster are you?! He’s your son regardless of his house. I’ll be your heir, but I will never be your puppet.”

Y/n ran up to her bedroom. Walburga and Orion stared at their son, who sat as stiff as a board. More minutes passed, and Regulus left the table too but not before speaking to his parents, “I’ll- I’ll be your heir. I’ll be your son.”

“Brilliant. Thank you, Regulus.” Walburga smiled.

Regulus lost his brother. He wasn’t losing his sister. But over time, it felt like he was. There was no more laughter in the halls. Only one Black sibling was laughing and smiling - Sirius. There was no more hugging in the halls, no more playing around. Regulus and Y/n were ice. They were cold and in pain. That was the first thing Sirius noticed. His siblings hadn’t stopped by his carriage like usual. It dampened his mood. 

“Hey, I’m sure they’re just busy.” James had reassured, but Sirius wasn’t so sure.

It was the first ride to Hogwarts that Sirius was utterly silent. He played with the ribbon in his hand. It was a green ribbon that he carried with him everywhere. The boys never knew what it was or where it came from. They had just discovered that Sirius would fidget with it when he was upset. Remus noticed it first - of course - but James did too, and shortly Peter followed. It was her ribbon, Y/n’s ribbon. A ribbon she wore in her hair when she was seven. 

After a bad punishment, Sirius had been given Y/n took care of him. Washed his cuts and plastered them. It was then she learned how much Sirius loved when people did his hair. So she braided it for him and tied it off with her green ribbon. He remembered the way it felt on his fingertips. So perfectly combed and webbed together. It was the reason his hair was long enough to braid. Every Quidditch match, he’d weave it. James asked why once, and Sirius ignored him, but Y/n knew. It was okay to keep secrets sometimes. 

Fifth-year for the twins went by smoothly. Sirius’ sixth year was hell. He missed his siblings so much somedays it was hard to get up in the morning. Regardless it was hard to get Sirius out of bed in the morning, but this year was particularly rough. It was like he was in a constant state of Remus after the full moon - tired, fatigued and sad. 

He missed Regulus’ smile and Y/n’s laughter. Godric, he missed everything! Sirius cried - sobbed about it at night. His silencing charms weren’t good. It left James and Remus in a tricky spot. It was apparent he didn’t want to talk about it because if he did, he would’ve by now. Remus stopped seeing the twins during prefect rounds and stopped seeing Y/n altogether. It was like she was avoiding them. 

The twins did their prefect rounds together, studied together, and only talked to each other. It broke Sirius’ heart. He ruined everything just for his own pleasure. But hadn’t Y/n meant what she said? That she wanted him to be happy? Sirius wasn’t happy. He was far from it. 

Regulus had nightmares every night about his parents. About his brother leaving, about everything. So he didn’t sleep most nights, and instead, he threw himself into his studies. Occasionally he’d realized that he had done two essays and then understood that he no longer had to do his brother's homework. Regulus had copies of reports everywhere because it was a habit. A habit he had to lose. 

Y/n stopped baking extra cookies. Every Saturday, she’d go to the kitchens to bake a new delicacy the muggle way. Y/n couldn’t help but accidentally bake extra for her Gryffindor brother, only to realize that she wouldn’t give them to him. Instead, she gave them to the house elves to serve after dinner in the Great Hall. They’d appear on the Gryffindor table, and Sirius knew they were a product of her. 

During the summer holiday of 1977, Regulus began to notice that Y/n gone often. Walburga would send her away, or Orion would make her run an errand. Regardless Y/n wasn’t around as much. Was she going to run like Sirius? Walburga and Orion sent her to Auror training. Y/n was young, too young for this training. It was Auror training, but they weren’t training her to work for the Ministry. They were preparing for her to become a death eater. 

Weeks passed, and Regulus felt saddened by her absence. So one day at dinner, he spoke up, “Why haven’t you been present at home?”

Y/n chuckled, “Are you serious? You haven’t told him?”

“What- What do you mean?” Regulus questions suspiciously.

Walburga coughed, “She’s been put into training.”

“Training?”

“Auror training.”

“But not to be an Auror, to be a death eater.” 

Y/n scoffed, “Bullshit, tell him the real reason.” 

She looked at both her parents, “They don’t want me anymore. They send me away because it’s easier than disowning me, like Sirius.”

“N- No.” Regulus denied, “Mum, tell me that she’s lying.”

Silence, “Answer me, please.” Regulus pleaded as a water film glossed his grey eyes.

“She’s not lying.” Orion stated, and Regulus let his tears fall down his cheeks, “No! I won’t let you take her from me!”

Regulus stood up, and his chair flipped behind him, “If you disown her, you disown me!”

“Reggie…”

“No! Please no!” Regulus was clawing at his hair, sobbing, “Don’t take her too….” He whimpered. 

Y/n began to stand up until Walburga sent a spell her way, throwing her back. It just made Regulus cry more. He couldn’t. He wouldn’t. They were sixteen! This wasn’t fair. So Regulus stood up and held back his tears. Walburga held her wand to his throat, making Y/n nervous. But Regulus was cold, ice cold. Hastily he grabbed his mother's wand and snapped it. Y/n didn’t have time to gape. Regulus ran to her, and they ran. 

Through the front door to anywhere else in the dark of the night. Orion was too busy with his wife to realize his children were gone. Y/n was sure they were miles away before they stopped. No magic could be done. They weren’t seventeen yet. They’d have to survive without magic. But then she heard it. A howl. It was a risk, a big one, but they had to take it. 

She took her brother's hand and began running towards it, “Y/n, where are we going?”

“To whatever is howling.”

“Are you mental?”

“Maybe.” Y/n shrugged. 

Suddenly he saw it. That look Sirius always had. She looked free, happy, and mischievous. Suddenly she wasn’t Y/n Black. She was just Y/n. His twin sister. The girl that would beg her brothers to adventure with her, to trust her blindly. That’s what he was doing now - trusting her blindly. They must’ve been miles away. Regulus didn’t even know how they got that far, but in the forest, the howling got louder. 

But at the edge of the forest was a black dog, guarding the entrance to the woods, making sure that no one entered. The stag was taking care of the werewolf. They took turns. One full moon, the dog, was to stand guard, next the stag. Y/n cried upon seeing the animal. She dropped to her knees, and Regulus knelt beside her. The dog looked familiar and gave them both great kisses. They fell asleep together. Y/n, Regulus and the dog. 

The following morning, James went back out to the forest after realizing Padfoot was missing. At the entrance of the forest, he saw them. The Black trio. So he left them. Sirius knew the way back; it wasn’t worth ruining their moment. Regulus stirred awake first and woke the dog. The dog left a multitude of kisses on the twins. Y/n woke up shortly after. 

Regulus was appalled to see the dog turn into his older brother but happy nonetheless, “Sirius!”

“Reggie.” Sirius replied, holding him close. 

They parted, and Sirius kissed his forehead, “How?”

“The howling.”

“How did you leave?”

“I snapped mum’s wand.”

Sirius looked flabbergasted, “Really?”

“She- She was going to separate us. I didn’t- I couldn’t lose another sibling.” Regulus admitted, and Sirius took him into his arms again, “Never again. I promise.”

Y/n chuckled, “Looks like we’re all runaways.”

Sirius grabbed her into the hug, “But we’re doing it together.”

[moriiartist]

Hello! I wasn't sure where to submit a request so I apologize if it's the wrong spot! Feel free to delete. Since you were taking requests I wanted to ask for anything with Rendog. Anywhere your inspiration strikes is fine, there's not enough out there of him! Love your writing. Your Scar and Etho Christmas fics are two of my favs. Have a great new year!

‧₊ WEREWOLF RENDOG HCS

PAIRING: C!Rendog x GN!Reader

SYNOPSIS: Headcanons for a werewolf Rendog that may or may not have a huge crush on you.

WARNINGS: Mild language(?), possessive behavior (not the bad kind, though)

A/N: Awww! I'm glad you enjoyed the fics! And, yes- you did submit to the right thing :) I hope you like what I've written for you, and happy simping my friend!

For as long as he could remember, Ren has been like... this.

At this point it’s not even something he’d even consider wrong with him- it’s honestly just a condition that he lives with, similarly to people with disabilities.

For the most part, Ren is a stereotypical lycanthrope: abundant and fast-growing body hair, sharper teeth and nails than the average human, enhanced sight and smell, and- oh, yeah- the uncontrollable ability to transform into a giant fuck-off wolf during the full moon.

It’s one of the Hermitcraft server’s not-so-secret secrets.

I mean, it’s not like he’s actually trying to hide his, er, ‘condition’ all that much, and everyone kinda knows that he’s not quite human, but nobody really bats an eye when they see a giant dog just zoom past them when they’re building late at night.

He’s basically just a huge puppy when he’s in his feral form. Multiple Hermits have had him just come up to them while they’re working, body wiggling from how hard his tail his wagging, and beg for them to throw him a stick.

Very cute, until you realize that he has no idea that he is not a lap dog and decides to flop his entire body weight into your lap.

Say goodbye to your legs, may they rest in pieces peace 😔

Ren never really worried about himself, fully accepting of all his quirks and flaws, until you came along.

You, who oh-so effortlessly never failed to steal the air out of his lungs with just a smile, you who sent him stumbling over his words and fighting off the urge to just bury his face in your neck and breathe you in.

Honestly, mans is whipped and it is absolute torture for him to hide it when all he wants is to wrap you into a bear hug and claim you as his own.

His instincts agree with his heart, too- making him a little more aggressive, a little more possessive than usual when you’re around the other Hermits.

He tones it down, though. After all, who’s to say that you wouldn’t be weirded out by his more animalistic behavior?

Naturally, though, when the full moon rolls around, it becomes a little bit of a different story when he’s in his more... uninhibited state, fully shifted.

It’s become so common for the other players to see him dutifully following at your heels that they don’t even question it anymore- not even you, who has to actually deal with a giant fluffy wolf man basically mother-henning you for the next twelve hours.

Once he shifts back, he’s more than a little embarrassed when he learns what ‘the mystery wolf’ had gotten into, flushing bright pink as you recount his antics from the night before with an oblivious grin.

“It was so funny, Ren. Poor BDubs was just trying to give me some of his extra cobblestone, but he just ended up getting chased around the build by an absolutely ginormous wolf instead! I couldn’t stop laughing at the end of it.”

“That does sound cool, my dude. Anyhoosle- do you know anything that would make a super awesome apology present? For no reason in particular, of course.”

Lord help this man, he needs saving from himself.

Even though Ren doesn’t want to cross any boundaries (he knows that he could never own you or force you to make any decisions except your own, and he’s a respectful person), he still finds himself becoming jealous when you come over to his base smelling like the other Hermits.

Expect him to practically throw his clothes at you whenever you see him, feeling a quite honestly unreasonable amount of pride whenever he sees you wearing something of his, practically drowning in his cedarwood and pine sap scent.

“Hey Ren, how’s it going-”

“Wear this.”

“What?”

“Wear. This.”

I mean, it’s cute how protective he gets over you, but it’s like- he does know that he’s the only one with a nose sensitive enough to notice that stuff, right?

He’s a little confused, but he’s got the spirit, I guess.

It’ll probably take him a while to work up the guts to confess, being self-conscious about the whole situation, but when he inevitably does it doesn’t take much to assuage his fears 😊

Your days will be filled with plenty of rib-crushing hugs and the usual Ren shenanigans- going along with the latest eccentric character that he invented, helping out with his totally not ominous at all chunk error of a build, and all of the affection that he can smother you in now that he doesn’t have to hide his feelings.

He even goes so far as to intersperse playful nips to your nose and ears with his kisses, unable to stop the lovesick grin that spreads across his face when you try to stifle your giggles.

At night, though, you’re not getting away with wriggling to your end of the bed, no no no: Ren is laying on top of you, one cheek squished against the top of your head, arms wrapped securely around your rib cage, and your legs tangled up together.

He’s only just got you- why would he ever let you go?

[weirdos-am-i-right]

Fuck Traveling// Pete Davidson x reader

Request from @annalayton19

Hi! I’m a new follower and I really like your stuff! Could I request a Pete Davidson x reader (angst to fluff) where Pete is on tour or filming away from home and the reader is left behind. After like 6 months of being apart Pete starts to get tired of the long distance and basically like done with it. And then he realizes his mistake and comes home to make it up to her! I’m sorry if that’s super long! Also if this imagine doesn’t interest you, then no sweat! Thank you so much in advance 💕

A/n: This took so much less time then I thought it would. Anyway, here you go, I really hope you like it!

Warning: angst, swearing, like one cigarettes

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Six months. Six months was an extremely long time to be away from someone you loved.

Y/n sat on the couch, a small pout on her lips. She looked at Pete—her boyfriend of a year—and frowned. “I wish I could go with you.” Pete frowns too, and sits down next to her.

“I know. I wish you were coming with me too. But hey, it’s only a couple of months, all right? I’ll be back before you know it.” He kissed her cheek.

“I just wish my contract would let me. You have no idea how annoying it is to not be able to do things because of freaking Marvel.” She groans, falling on her back with a slight ‘plop’.

“Well, because of freaking Marvel, you are one of the best actresses out there. And I know you’re going to kill it with filming. My tour isn’t even that cool. It’ll broke you to death.” He jokes, leaning back on the arm of the couch.

“Babe, you’re a comedian.”

“Oh right, I forgot.” He grabs her arm, and pulls her up into his chest. “I love you, okay?” He lifts her chin up, and kisses her. “So fucking much. We’ll face time everyday, I’ll call you every evening and wish you goodnight.”

“Okay.” She looked over a the clock, and sighed. “We have to go. Your flight is leaving soon.” He brushes hair behind her ear, bringing her eyes back to him.

“I love you. It’ll be over before you know it.”

“I love you, too.”

********

The car ride to the airport was long, and quiet. Pete was driving, he had one hand on the steering wheel, and one hand on Y/n’s leg, rubbing small circles into the center of her thigh.

She knew she was going to miss him so much, but she also knew she was going to be extremely busy with filming, so it wouldn’t be as bad.

Once they were at the gate, they tearfully hugged, and she kissed him. “All right, now get out of here. We’re not doing that rom-com turn back at the last second goodbye.” She laughed at him, tears steaming down her face a bit. He wiped one with his thumb, and kissed her again. “Love you. Now go, so I get to watch you walk away.”

“Really?”

“Yes.” She turns around, and starts walking back to her car. She knew he hated leaving her too, but he was a lot better at hiding emotions then she was, that was one of the only things she learned while dating him.

She got in her car, and put her head on her steering wheel.

She groans, and leans back. Starting her car, she pulled out of the airport, and drove home.

**********

The first few months were the worst. Y/n hated going to bed alone, the left side of the bed always cold.

She was filming almost every day, and seeing her co-workers and friends always cheered her up, after all she had been working with the same people for quite some time now, so she felt comfortable around them.

The fourth month was slowly becoming easier. She got use to coming home to no one there, and making dinner for herself. She still talked to Pete every day, texting him good morning, and Goodnight, and FaceTiming him a lot during the day.

Though she knew he loved her, she felt as though he was slightly pulling away. The FaceTime calls were short, and he never texted her back right away like he use to.

“And so, we we’re almost done with the shoot, so close I could practically taste the coffee in my trailer waiting for me, and then Kevin calls cut, and he makes us do the whole scene over again! I swear, I was about to strange that man. Ugh, I can’t wait til you come home. Only two more weeks, I can’t believe we made it.” Y/n rants, talking to Pete on the phone.

“Uh huh. Cool.” He wasn’t looking at her, instead his attention was somewhere else. Y/n frowns, tilting her head a bit.

“Pete…are, are you okay?” That seemed to catch his attention, and he finally looked at the screen.

“What? I’m fine.”

“Okay…you just seem so…different lately. I don’t know, maybe it’s just me, but you seem like you don’t have time for me anymore. Or if you do, you don’t like talking to me.” Pete scoffs.

“Of course I don’t have time for you right now. I’m in between shows, I’m driving to one as we speak. I mean, god forbid I get a minute to myself without my agents or you calling me.” Pete snapped.

“Wha-I’m just talking to you. If you didn’t want to, you could have said something.”

“That’s bullshit you would have thrown a fucking hissy fit or something.” He rolls his eyes.

“That’s not true. I understand when people are tired, believe me I would know.”

“Would you?”

“Yes!” She had tears stinging her eyes. “Of course I do, you’re forgetting what I do for a living. I work from 6 am to whenever we finish which most of the time is in the middle of the night. I have to re-do the same scene about ten times because RDJ won’t stop making jokes in the middle of the scene!”

“Oh, sorry, I forgot about your super-star actress life.”

“Why are you being so mean to me? I was only concerned about you.”

“Mean? What are you, five? I can’t-I can’t do this anymore.” She huffs, crossing her arms.

“What do you talking about? Are you breaking up with me?”

“Wh-”

“Because then fine. If you don’t want to be with me, I don’t have to take this shit. I’ll be with someone who, oh, I don’t know is actually here.”

“Oh that’s fucking rich, you know I can’t be there, don’t even do that.” She scoffs.

“I don’t care. You want to act like a petty bitch, I have no problem doing it right back.”

“No, I think you’re just a petty bitch.” She wipes her eye, and he laughs dryly. “Oh of course you’re crying.”

“Shut up. If you don’t want to be with me, fine. Go enjoy your show, Pete.” She hung up the phone, and turned off the ringer. She plugged it into her charger, and went into the bathroom, turning the shower on.

********

Pete rubbed his eyes, and took a drag of his cigarette. He knew he shouldn’t have snapped at her, it wasn’t her fault he was cranky, and needed to take it out on someone.

“I’m a dick.” He mumbles to himself, and bangs his steering wheel.

His phone rang again, and for a good second his heart leaping out of his chest, thinking it was his girlfriend, calling him back. He checked the phone, seeing it was Colson. He answered the call.

“What’s up, man?” Pete asks.

“The shows starting soon. You almost here?” Colson questioned. Pete looked at his google maps, seeing he was supposed to be there in ten minutes.

“I’m a good ten minutes away. I’ll be there.”

“You sound weird. What the fuck did you take without me?” Colson asks, trying to lighten the mood.

“Uh…Y/n and I just broke up. I think.” The line was silent for a few seconds.

“Why the fuck would you do that, you idiot? Are you kidding me?” Colson scoffs. “Man, what the fuck?”

“Shut up, man. I can’t stand talking on the phone with her. I’m busy, she’s busy, she plays a superhero for fuck’s sake. I didn’t even expect it to last this long to be honest.”

“Man, you fucking dumbass. That girl was probably the only good thing you had going for you. Get her the fuck back.I thought you loved her.”

“I did-I do. I do love her. I’m just so stressed right now, and excuse me for not wanting to hear about fucking Kevin Feige being a shitty director.”

“Hey, fuck-shit, you ever think that maybe this is more hard on her? Acting is fucking hard, you should know that, especially for a company like Marvel.

“Man, who’s side are you on?” Pete turns into the parking lot, and grabs his phone.

“You think I’m on your side here? You’re forgetting that we were friends before I met you. I can not believe you just fucked up the best thing in your life. Fix it, man. You’re going home in a week, fucking fix it.” And with that, Colson hung up, and put his phone away.

He kicked a rock across the pavement, and cursed under his breathe.

********

The worst thing about breaking up with someone you live with, who so happens to be long-distance is that their stuff fills the apartment with an existential amount of regret.

Y/n laid on her couch, flipping through the channels of the TV. She had called off work for the next few days, not feeling up to put on a performance for anyone. She knew she would get shit for it later, but she didn’t care.

Her head perked up when there was a knock on the door. She sighed, and got up, going over to the door. She really didn’t feel like company at the moment, and was sure she was going to send away whoever it was.

When she opened the door, her breathe caught in her throat. Pete stood in the doorway, looming over her. He looked like shit. She could tell he hadn’t slept, and probably didn’t eat anything, but she knew he didn’t look much better.

“Why-why didn’t you use your key?” Y/n asks, opening the door a bit for him.

“I uh, didn’t want to barge in on you. You also probably weren’t expecting me.”

“I wasn’t. I thought you didn’t get back until next week.” She says. It took every ounce of her not to jump into his arms, and kiss his face until she was sure she kissed every part of it.

“I took off early. Can we talk? Please. I was a dick. I was such a dick. I’m sorry, I know we grew apart in the last few months, and I promised we wouldn’t but we did, and I’m so sorry for that, baby.” He grabs her hand, and she slightly pulls it back, but let’s him grab it. “Please, forgive me. I love you, so much, okay? So fucking much, you’re the best thing that’s happened to me.”

She felt tears welling up in her eyes, and she looked away from him. “What you said really hurt.”

“I know. And I’ll spend every day trying to make it up to you.” She quickly wrapped her arms around him, pushing her face into his chest. He didn’t hesitate to hug her back, leaning down and kissing the top of her head. “I love you.”

“I love you, too. Fuck traveling.”

“Fuck traveling.”

.

[goodlucktai]

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part 3 of ?

rise of the tmnt x tmnt 2k12 pairing: leo & mikey, leo & everyone word count: 1674 title borrowed from hurricane by lord huron post-movie

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The kid sleeps straight through the next day, and well into the night. When it’s close to 1 AM, nearing the time they usually head aboveground for patrol, Mikey doesn’t want to go.

It makes sense for Donnie to stay—he’s the doctor. And they don’t ever split up unevenly anymore. The buddy system is serious legislation in this house. Leo even gets testy when he hears about April or Casey being alone in their apartment for any extended period of time. Safety isn’t necessarily guaranteed anywhere, not even the lair; the only security they really have that they can rely on is each other.

So someone is going to have to stay behind with Donnie. It should definitely be Mikey, and Mikey has been rehearsing his argument in his head all night, but it turns out to be a moot point.

“We’ll be in the neighborhood,” Leo is saying to Donnie when Mikey warily pokes his head out of the infirmary. “Do a sweep of the usual hotspots and then stick close to our Wednesday route. Call us if anything happens.”

“And no parties,” Raph adds, probably just to undermine Momanardo, but it’s just teasing instead of actually mean, like it always used to be. Leo rolls his eyes and shoves him, barely hard enough to make Raph rock back on his heels.

“We only have like three friends who’d come to party and they’re all busy this weekend,” Mikey says with an audible pout.

All of his brothers glance his way and smile automatically when they see him, even though they must have known he was hanging out the infirmary door listening in this whole time.

“So? Woody would skip work for you in a heartbeat,” Raph says dryly. “And he has.”

“Multiple times,” Leo agrees in a wry tone. “If his uncle didn’t own the restaurant, he’d have lost his job years ago.”

“Nepotism!” Mikey cheers, sing-song.

It’s a good note for them to leave on. Leo nudges his shoulder into Donnie’s and rubs a hand over Mikey’s head the same way he’s done Mikey’s entire life, then steps aside so they can both pile into Raph for a many-limbed hug.

They have a lot of rituals these days. Goodbyes are an important one. There’s been too many close calls—too many almost-last-words. Mikey always hugs his brothers like it’s the last time he’ll ever see them. Just in case it is.

When Leo and Raph have gone, Donnie says, “I need to change Little Blue’s fluid bags.” It’s how they’ve all started referring to the striped turtle, and it makes Mikey smile. “Want to learn how it works?”

Mikey absolutely does, because Mikey likes being helpful however he can, and as they got older Donnie got a lot better about giving him opportunities to be.

A simple saline drip should be well within his wheelhouse. He’s watched his siblings do it enough times.

But before they get any farther, Don’s phone goes off. He slips it from his belt with a frown, checks the notification, then spins on his heel and darts down the hall without another word. It’s simple muscle-memory that has Mikey falling in right behind him, mind blank.

Closing in on the open infirmary door, Mikey hears it; the steady drone of a flatline.

Oh no, he doesn’t have the breath to say out loud. His heart is a lump of solid ice behind his plastron. He’s only still moving because his body is in autopilot mode, trained since childhood to be a machine when he needs it to be.

Donnie skids to a stop just inside the door, and his arm flies out to stop Mikey from flanking him. Mikey can’t see over his shoulder unless he jumps, and, like a coward, he doesn’t jump. He stares forward at Donnie’s shell instead.

“Is he dead?” he blurts, cold all the way down to his bones.

“No,” Donnie replies slowly. His tone gives Mikey hope immediately, because it’s quiet and cautious, not at all how he would sound if there was a dead child in their home. “He’s awake.”

Oh. Oh!

Mikey’s heart kickstarts back into action. Now he’s straining to see, pushing past the protective carapace parked in front of him. Donnie makes a low warning sound, so he doesn’t go far, just enough to get a glimpse.

The striped turtle is staring back across the room at them. He’s holding a needle in his hand. He must have lunged over to snatch it up off the counter and yanked his catheter out of his arm, along with the electrode wired to the EKG machine, which is why it flatlined.  

He’s upright, but only barely. The arm braced under his body is shaking so hard Mikey can see it from where he’s standing. He’s terrified.

“Hey,” Mikey says softly. “It’s okay. You’re safe.”

Donnie is silent beside him, letting Mikey take the lead.

Little Blue is listening, at least. But his eyes are glazed and half-lucid, probably thanks to the grade four concussion. He woke up on a medical bed in a strange place, after what Mikey can only assume was the fight of his life. He has a right to be scared.

“A portal brought you here,” Mikey adds. “A yellow light. Do you remember that?”

That earns him a moment of suspicious consideration, then a slow, careful nod. Mikey nods back, smiling warmly.

“My brothers and I were hanging out by Sheepshead Bay when you appeared out of nowhere. You were hurt so we brought you home.”

The kid doesn’t speak for what feels like a long time, staring at Mikey and Donnie like he can see right through them. He sort of sways a little, drunkenly, like it’s more effort than it’s worth just to hold his head up.

Then he croaks, “What were you and your brothers doing hanging out in the most boring part of Brooklyn?”

It’s the last thing Mikey is expecting to hear, and it takes him a second to register the joke. Then Donnie snorts, and Mikey grins ear-to-ear.

“You’re thinking of Williamsburg,” he says.

“Pretentious doesn’t automatically equal boring,” Little Blue replies, just serious enough that it comes across as tongue-in-cheek. “You guys ever do that underground donut tour? Changed my life.”

Despite his flippant tone, there’s ninja-grade wariness in his face. He goes rabbit-still when Mikey eases a step forward. His hand around the needle is white-knuckled. Everything about him is white-knuckled, like he’s clinging to consciousness and composure with tooth and nail.

It’s hard to watch. He’s just a kid.

“I just want to turn the monitor off,” Mikey says affably. “That noise is driving me crazy.”

Little Blue dips his chin, a clipped nod. Mikey crosses the room at a steady pace, and opts to yank the plug out of the wall instead of getting any closer to the kid than absolutely necessary to fiddle with buttons.

They’re an arms length away from each other. Mikey offers him another smile; bigger and brighter now, because he’s been smiling this whole time and he wants the kid to see the difference.

Something goes loose in the striped turtle’s shoulders. A guard going down despite himself.

Then two things happen in quick succession:

Raph and Leo, who probably got the same alert on their phones that Donnie did and doubled back, appear in the doorway so suddenly that even Mikey’s heart jumps a bit in surprise.

And a flickering blue light engulfs the room as the needle in the striped turtle’s hand glows, changes shape, and becomes a full-sized katana, a dangerous length of real steel blade and handsome wooden hilt where none of it existed a second ago.

The kid is on his feet, against the wall, the cot a barrier between himself and everyone else in the room. That false bravado has fallen away and the earlier fear has stepped forward. His whole body is trembling, but the hand wrapped around the hilt of his sword is still.

Then Leo says, low and urgent, “Mikey catch him he’s going to—”

It’s just barely enough warning. Mikey springs forward and manages to get his arms around Little Blue before he folds like paper, collapsing against Mikey’s plastron.  His sword clatters to the floor with a loud, clean ring of metal against stone.

Leo and Donnie both cross the room at a run. Raph follows at a slower clip, looking as bewildered as Mikey feels.

“What the fuck,” he says, with feeling. “Could he do that the whole time?”

“That’s a no,” Leo replies tersely. “I told you, his spiritual energy is—all used up. He’s running on empty. He shouldn’t have done that.”

That brings Mikey out of it. He draws the kid closer, a little further away from everyone who might try to scold him, and snaps, “He’s scared!”

It takes all the anger out of Leo in one fell swoop. It’s easy, because there wasn’t much anger to begin with. That’s just what his worry looks like sometimes. He and Raph butted heads so often when they were kids because they were so much alike they couldn’t stand it.

Mikey doesn’t know what it feels like to be an older sibling, but he thinks it might feel something like this. And his brothers look understanding when they look at him, like his sudden prickly, out-of-place temper makes all the sense to them in the world.

“Bring him back up here,” Donnie says, patting the bed. “You’re right, Mike. He doesn’t feel safe. So we’ll let him keep his sword. Maybe that way he won’t feel the need to ruin more of my equipment.”

Mikey juts his chin out stubbornly, even as he stands up and lifts the kid onto the bed.

“He can summon as many swords as he wants,” Mikey says, defiant.

Something about it makes Raph shake his head.

“God, it’s a good thing you weren’t the oldest,” Raph says, his voice rich and warm the way it is when he’s only barely not laughing. “We would’ve gotten away with murder.”

[shingia]

hopefullyy this inspires u to write,,, can i request hc's of the boys getting jealous seeing their s/o work well with another person on a team/club? like good chemistry with a dance partner for example! (u can choose who u write but can it include iwa!!) <33

✗ HQ BOYS GETTING JEALOUS SEEING YOU WORK WELL WITH ANOTHER PERSON ✗

a/n : kdjfkdjdkdj i love this request omg ty ! i did half hc/half scenarios bc i thought the request fitted this format <3

-> iwaizumi, osamu, kuroo, suna, tsukishima

-> warnings : kuroo’s a bit suggestive (tbh i don’t know about the rest. it’s just... kinda hot? (tsukki’s only fluff tho<3))

-> reblogs are >>>>

— IWAIZUMI

• iwa’s jealousy was practically non existent until he actually saw you interact with your partner

• don’t get me wrong, he absolutely loves your smile - but he especially loves to be the one who caused it

• he tends to get physically very protective of you, so expect his arm to stay wrapped around your shoulders most of the time. because to him it’s the easiest way to show the world (but especially your partner) that you’re his

• he also not-so-subtly offers you to wear his clothes on days when you have practice. and he secretly hopes that someone will ask you who they belong to...

« it’s cold outside. you should wear this ». iwa’s low and unannounced voice makes you turn around in surprise. leaned against the bathroom’s doorframe, he’s holding your favorite jacket in his hand - the one with his name written on the back, and you suspect that this might not be a coincidence... with a chuckle, you agree to put it on, noticing the proud spark in his eyes. « you know, i’m pretty sure everyone already knows i’m dating you » you tease him with a wink, all while also admiring the way his name takes up the whole width of your back. « oh yeah ? » he asks, a smirk tugging at his lips as he leans forward to rest his hands on the sink behind you. trapped between his outstretched arms, you watch his smirk grow just a little bit bigger as he lets out, very quietly, « well this is just a reminder... it better be the last ». his green eyes locked with yours could almost make you forget about his arm snaking around your waist at a painfully slow pace. almost.

— OSAMU

• look, he’s very happy for you. no doubt about it. but he’s so used to see people fawn over his brother that he can’t help but get a little protective from time to time

• since gifts are his #1 love language, he might buy you a workout-friendly piece of jewelry that you can wear during your practice

• he also insists on dropping you off and picking you up as often as his busy schedule allows it. especially since he learned that your partner was willing to give you a ride home...

• it’s not that he doesn’t trust you, obviously. he just doesn’t trust them yet

• and that’s why his kisses - and pda in general - are a bit more « intense » than usual

leg bouncing up and down, osamu is (very) anxiously for your conversation with your teammate to end. because after watching the entirety of your practice, he needs a little reminder that you two also have incredible chemistry together... a better one, even. so as soon as he sees you wave your teammate goodbye, he stands up straight, arms open just wide enough to welcome you against his chest. but instead of the chaste kiss you expected to get, you’re actually greeted by his left hand grabbing your sides while his right meets your lower back. disconcerted, you don’t even have time to say a word that his mouth crashes onto yours so eagerly that you have to lean back a few inches. « wh-what was that for ? » you pant as soon as his warm lips have left yours. « nothing. i love ya, that’s all » he smiles innocently, glad that you didn’t notice the cocky look he just gave your teammate who witnessed everything from afar... exactly as planned.

— KUROO

• passive agressive™️

• he would insist on properly meeting your partner but oh god they better brace themselves,,,

• because kuroo’s the kind of boyfriend that will shake their hand hard enough to make them yelp, all while having an angelic smile plastered on his face

• oh and you can forget being called by your name : he’s going to demonstrate the entire variety of nicknames he has for you. he might even come up with new ones just because he’s feeling « inspired »

• every single thing he says to your partner has to be a reminder that you two are dating. like « oh yeah they told me about this yesterday.. during our date ». just to make sure that there’s no misunderstanding.

« well... speak of the devil », kuroo hears you chuckle, your voice almost drowned out by his heavy breathing. he’s obviously planing on apologizing for being late... but not now. there’s something he wants to do first. still very aware of your partner’s presence right in front of you, he decides to securely yet eagerly wrap his arms around your waist before spinning you around proudly. « so... you guys were talking about me ? » he asks, glad to know that he’s the reason behind your giggles. « we were, actually » you answer a bit more seriously as he finally puts you down, still keeping both his hands on your waist. « well, i am your boyfriend after all... » he starts, interrupting himself to place a loud peck on your jawline. the only thing you can think is about is how awful this situation must be for your partner... kuroo, on the other hand, doesn’t seem bothered at all, as shown by the way one of his hands discreetly makes its way under the fabric of your t-shirt to rest directly on your skin. « hands off, kuroo » you order him with a slap on the back of his hand. an offended gasp leaves his lips, yet he complies reluctantly, thinking that your partner probably already knows everything that needs to be known about him.

— SUNA

• he doesn’t really mind it... as long as you’re willing to cuddle once you get back from practice. if you’re not, then he’s gonna start to worry

• because cuddling is probably his favorite ‘boyfriend privilege’ and he doesn’t want it to be taken away from him

• his schedule is pretty tight so he might not be able to attend any of your practices, but he asks you to record it as much as you possibly can so that he can watch the videos with you afterwards

• and seeing how smoothly you and your partner move together definitely doesn’t help with his worrying

it’s been thirty minutes now, and suna’s still not done watching the videos you took today. he loves to share these moments with you, snuggled up against each other the bed ; but most importantly, he has someone to keep his eye on... « babe- are you 100% sure that this was part of the choreography? » he suddenly speaks up, his eyes leaving the screen for the first time. you quirk a curious eyebrow, more surprised by his unusually suspicious tone rather than by the question itself. « oh, the hand on my waist ? yes, rin. it was ». at your words, his lips press into a thin line, he’s obviously far from being convinced. but you know your boyfriend well and you’re quick to reassure him : « you know, his hand might have been on my waist but you’re the one laying in my bed right now ». the frown on his face disappears almost immediately - much faster than you would’ve thought, replaced by a much more confident expression as his hands start to gently stroke your sides up and down. « mmh, i guess you’re right.... i mean, at the end of the day, only i get to have ‘all of this’ for myself » he smirks, playfully eyeing you up and down until he can’t resist the temptation of your slightly parted lips anymore.

— TSUKISHIMA

• tsukki’s not jealous, he’s just... well.. cautious. or at least that’s what he tells you

• but, deep down, he knows that simple cautiousness wouldn’t make spend his days and nights stressing about this new partner of yours...

• so, after a few weeks, his impassible facade starts to crumble a little bit. nothing too extreme, but just enough to let your partner know that you’re taken.

• and he knows he doesn’t need to do much : one of his signature scornful looks is more than enough. especially when he’s staring at your partner dead in the eyes while you’re greeting him with a hug and a kiss after your practice

« tsukishima kei, i’m waiting for an explanation ». with a sigh, your boyfriend drops his book on the table, turning his chair around to face you. « i don’t have one, i already told you. you told me to introduce myself, and i did. end of story ». you both know that tsukki did not just ‘introduce himself’ like any other human being would have done. and that’s precisely what you’re trying to make him admit - because your partner looked genuinely scared during practice today. « wha- no, i didn’t look down on him. it’s not my fault he’s so short... » he mumbles under his breath, trying his best to avoid any eye contact with you. but you know that only a slight tilt of his chin upwards is enough to make his eyes lock with yours - and that this is enough to have him admit anything. « you’re jealous, kei. and it’s painfully obvious by the way... » you smirk - but this smirk disappears in a split second as he slowly gets up from his chair, towering over you like he usually does. « ok, maybe i am. but i just wanted to make sure that he knew his place. and especially mine » he finally admits, his lips spreading in a scornful smirk that would be terrifying if his eyes weren’t filled with the infinite tenderness he has always felt for you.

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[unfoundhoney]

a sister’s sacrifice ; part two ↠

↠ platonic!c!sleepy bois inc x fem!reader , platonic!c!tubbo x fem!reader ; angst with a minuscule amount of fluff

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↠ part one ; part two ; part three ;

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after all is said and done

after l’manberg is left half-ruined but still breathing

after techno runs off

after tommy and tubbo take seats in the cabinet

after wilbur has been killed by phil

after it all, you leave

you leave l’manberg & the rest of the server & refuse to pick a side

you move to a dark oak forest & build a little cottage for yourself hidden among the trees

you’re tired

you’re so so tired of everything & you just want to be at peace

of course, you could never fully leave everything

you’re still visited by your brothers (those that are left) & your friends

you help niki with her flower shop & various other building projects

you remain out of any political affairs tommy & tubbo are involved in

but you still spend most of your time alone in the woods

you’re content living like this

are you happy with the way your life has turned out?

god no

but you can live with being content

& then ghostbur shows up

(ghostbur) hello! are you the y/n phil keeps talking about?

you wanna talk about trauma?

let’s talk about being approached out of nowhere in the middle of the woods while mushroom hunting by your DEAD BROTHER and a blue sheep on a leash

what the f u c

(you, bewildered) ...will?

(ghostbur) i’m not wilbur. not the one you knew. i’m ghostbur! are you y/n? you look like phil described & i haven’t managed to find any other houses hidden in the dark oak forest.

this is... great

ghostbur becomes quite attached to you

will had distanced himself while living in pogtopia as his mental state deteriorated

it seems ghostbur is fulfilling the closeness alivebur wishes to have had maintained with you

.......

cool

this is fine

it’s totally fine

ghostbur visits you often

even though you know it’s not really your wilbur, it’s nice in some odd way to have a version of wilbur still around

it’s through ghostbur that you learn of tommy’s exile, long after it had happened

it seems no one wanted a protective mama bear y/n sent after them, so during your brief visits to the main residential areas, talk of tommy’s exile was conventiently never a conversation piece

you just figured he was busy or distracted or avoiding you like a moody teen

then ghostbur hands you a small letter one day

(you) what’s this?

(ghostbur) it’s an invitation to tommy’s beach party. he’s been quite lonely in exile

(you) quite lonely in what now

ghostbur fills you in as best as his little ghost brain can on what’s happened with tommy & burning down geroge’s house & tubbo exiling him

what do you mEAN TUBBO EXILED TOMMY????

WTFFFFF??????!!!

CAN YOU GET A BREAK????!!!?!?!?

WHAT ARE THESE IDIOT CHILDREN DOING

you’re the only person to get an invite

you watch from afar, wary of approaching your youngest brother with dream so close

you wait for dream to leave before going to him

(you) tommy?

(tommy) ...y/n!

you catch him in a hug without hesitation

(tommy) i knew you’d come

(you) tommy, i’m so sorry. i had no idea you’d even been exiled or i would have visited you immediately-... are you okay?

tommy is so....

he’s so.......

worn down

his clothes are torn & dirty, he has bags under his eyes

he’s thinner than he used to be, which is very concerning as he’s always been a bit of a walking stick

he just looks so tired

the usual fire that burns behind his eyes whether in anger or mischief or just happiness is nonexistent

(tommy) what?

(you) are you okay? i’d been worried because i hadn’t seen you around and- god, i’m so sorry. i should’ve looked for you or asked about you but i just assumed and now this and-... tom?

tommy just starts crying

because he thought you’d stopped caring about him too

he thought everyone stopped caring about him

but you’re here & you’re concerned & you’re as caring as usual

he buries his face in your shoulder & just cries his little heart out

you hold him and pet his hair and just let him cry

(you) tommy

(tommy) yeah?

(you) come home with me

(tommy) what?

(you) come home with me. you can live with me for the time being & we’ll get this sorted out, okay?

you’d seen how manipulative dream was being even in the short time you’d watched him & your brother, so it takes some convincing but soon tommy has packed his things & is heading out with you back to your home in the dark oak forest

you spend a while nursing him back to health, both physically & mentally

it’s truly heartbreaking having to recondition him out of the dependent mindset on dream

it also pisses you the fuck off but you focus your energy on tommy, not on revenge

tommy tries many times to convince you to come back

to go back to l’manberg & “plant the seed of rebellion”

which wasn’t even call for an actual rebellion, just that you could go back & raise hell about your littlest brother being exiled & demand he be allowed back

but time & time again you refuse

you are content staying away from everything & remaining out of conflict

tommy is very much not

so you lead him to techno’s new home

(you) don’t cause too much trouble for him

(tommy) he blew up l’manberg!

(you) wilbur blew up l’manberg. techno just tried to kill the government

you leave him there & head back home

do you get a moderately angry visit a few days later from techno, who eventually agrees to helping tommy upon your asking?

possibly

you’re not present when tommy & techno sneak onto the smp

you’re not there when tommy & tubbo fight

or during the doomsday war when techno, phil, & dream lay waste to l’manberg once and for all

you’re aware, yes

you’re around, you’re in the know

you just remain out of conflict & out of sight

you’re also not there to say goodbye to tommy & tubbo as they head off for their final battle with dream

that little tidbit you weren’t caught up on, too busy wallowing in your own self misery & crying over your broken family

but ghostbur comes to visit that day

(ghostbur) hello, y/n!

(you) hello, ghostbur. it’s nice to see you

(ghostbur) you, as well! would you like some blue

(you) no. thank you.

(ghostbur) i sure do hope tommy & tubbo come back alright

(you) come back from what?

you were expecting “a trip to the nether,” “a journey to a new woodland mansion,” “a search for sunken ships”

instead, you get:

(ghostbur) their final battle with dream. they set off not too long ago

(you) ........if you’ll excuse me

you head off immediately, tracking tommy & tubbo despite all odds

you do not care, those are your brothers & they are not dying on your watch to dream of all people

they may have been told it’s a battle

they may think they have a chance

but this is dream we’re talking about

you know a trap when you see one

you climb up the mountainside as stealthily as possible

you arrive just in time to hear tubbo’s screams as he is cornered and killed by dream, losing his second canon life

tommy seems to be beat into submission as dream threatens to kill tubbo a final time, who respawns defenseless without any of his items

dreams leads them down into the mountain, villain monologuing the whole way

dramatic bitch

you jump down after them, tired of hearing him threaten your brothers

(you) i think you’ve said enough, dream

(dream) there you are. i was beginning to wonder when mama bear would show up

you put yourself between dream and your brothers

(you) you won’t hurt them anymore. i’m taking them & we’re leaving

(dream) i don’t think that’s up to you, y/n

(you) we’ll see

you take the first swing at dream, landing a clean hack at his shoulder with your axe

but again

this is dream we’re talking about

you’ve never been the most talented fighter & dream is second only to technoblade

i.e. you never stood a chance

but all reason went out the window when it comes to saving your brothers

soon you’re backed against a wall, dream’s axe at your throat

(dream) well this was a waste of time

(you) you’re a monster

(dream) thanks

(you) you think distancing yourself from everyone & everything will work? trust me, it doesn’t. it doesn’t matter how far away you move or how much you push those you love away, those feelings will always be there

dream considers you for a moment

you hope he at least has no satisfaction as you stare back in defiance

you’re unafraid; coming down here was a death sentence & yet you still jumped in headfirst

(dream) maybe for someone like you. but i’m not like you. i don’t care about anything or anyone on this server. i’m not burdened by attachment & i will never be again.

(you) i pity you, dream

(dream) pity me in hell

dreams draws his arm back & swings his axe down

you will lose your final canon life to dream, for your brothers

it’s always for your brothers

as much as you think you should hate them, hate everyone for everything that has happened to you

you can’t

they’re your family

you’ll love them infinitely

tubbo gasps in shock & tommy gives a yell of protest

you know they love you, too

you close your eyes

dream’s axe meets your neck

and you’re gone

[theycallmebun]

s/o gets a bad grade on a test

pairings: iwaizumi hajime x reader, bokuto kotaro x reader, daichi sawamura x reader, kita shinsuke x reader

^fem!reader but no pronouns used!

w/c: 1140+; about 260+ each 

warnings: none:)

genre: hurt/comfort

summary/rec: “...haikyuu x reader where she got her tests back but they're not the best and makes her feel exhausted and sad bc she tried really hard (iwaizumi, Bokuto, daichi and maybe Kita).”

a/n: this is more fic-like rather than hc format. hope you liked this! thank you so much for requesting, im so excited!   

It had been a really long day so you couldn’t wait for your last class to be over with. Except when you get to class and get your test score back, you find out that you’d gotten a grade lower than you hoped for. God, this day really couldn’t have gotten any longer. You kind of faze out the rest of the period, too dejected to learn anything new. As soon as the bell rings, you zoom out of your classroom. When you’re about to step off the school grounds, you’re stopped by…

Iwaizumi

“Hey, is everything alright? You were basically running,” he says. 

“I’m fine, Hajime. Just want to go home.” 

The telltale I’m fine doesn’t go past him one bit. Iwaizumi pulls you into a somewhat secluded area for some privacy. 

“Y/N? What’s wrong?”

“Nothing. Just some stupid test,” you give him a little detail. 

Ah, the test. He remembers you talking about it last week. 

He gives you a look so comforting, you decide to tell him more. 

You look down first and say,” except it wasn’t a stupid test. Probably the biggest one this quarter. And I studied so, so hard for it. Only to completely flunk it.”

“Oh, Y/N,” he spoke sympathetically, knowing you truly did work hard. 

“And, I’m just so tired. I work and work and work but get nowhere. I’m trying but not hard enough, I guess.”

“Don’t say that. I’ve seen it. You work harder than the rest of us. So don’t let this one test grade get to you, ok? There will be another test, and although it may be hard, you’re going to ace it. I just know it.” 

His words of encouragement give you a boost to at least finish the day right. 

“Thanks, Iwa… Want to get some ice cream?”

“Of course, baby.”

Bokuto

“Y/N! Going home so early?” He shouts at you from across the courtyard. 

It isn’t until he’s caught up to when he sees your glum face. 

“Not feeling the best, Bo. Sorry.”

“Hey, hey, hey,” he starts softly, “are you ok? What happened? Is everything alright?”

“Yeah, Bo, just tired. Wanna go to sleep,” you slur. 

“Can I walk you home?” 

“Sure,” you agree. 

The walk home is silent. It scares you when he gets this quiet. When you get to your house, you only expect a kiss and a hug ‘goodbye’ but the way Bokuto lingers a moment too long tells you he wants to come in. He appreciates you not making him explicitly say it anymore. 

Inside the house, and inside your room, he props himself on his elbows on your bed. 

“Want to talk about it?” he asks gently. 

“You know that test I was studying day and night for last week?”

He nods. 

“I-- got a bad grade. And I’m exhausted from the sleepless nights studying and the fact that I’m going to fail this class.”

“You’re not going to fail,” he claims, matter-of-factly. 

“What?”

“I said ‘you’re not going to fail.’ Because you work so hard, and it will always show. Sure, this test was hard and you didn’t do so good, but that doesn’t mean you’re going to fail every single test in the future. No, you’re going to somehow work even harder, the way you naturally do, and get perfect scores,” he declares. 

“And I know you’re tired. So let’s rest right now, recharge a little, and then get back into it. Ok?” 

“Ok, Bo,” you say, settling next to him in the bed. 

Daichi

“Y/N? You’re not going to stay for practice? Not that you have to or anything, you normally just hang around.”

“Yeah, not today, sorry. Got some things to do,” you try masking your true feelings as best as possible. Damn Daichi and his perceptiveness. 

“You sure?” 

“Uh, yeah. Anyway, gotta-”

“Wait, wait, wait. You’re lying.”

“No I’m not.”

“You so are. You’re doing that thing when you don’t look at me.”

“What thing?”

He gently holds your face to turn it his way. 

“Hmm. Your eyes are puffy and you got these dark circles around them, too.”

“Ok!” You shove him off. “You don’t have to point all that crap out. I’ve had a crap day, ok? I just want to go home today, I don’t want to stay for practice.”

“What happened?” he says curiously. 

“Failed some test I spent hours and hours studying for. I’m so tired I could pass out, but I’d like to do that at home.”

“Do you need a tutor? I could tutor you,” he suggests. 

“No. I don’t need a tutor. I don’t even want to think about it right now. I need sleep.”

He hands you his backpack and tells you “I’ll be right back!”

When he returns, he grabs his bag and yours, starting to walk in the direction of your home. 

“What are you doing?” you ask. 

“You know, I heard that a face mask or something can be really rehabilitating.”

“So?” you inquire. 

“So, we’re going to do one, forget about that damned test, and then maybe watch a movie and then get some sleep. God knows you need some.”

Kita 

“Y/N, wait up! I wanted to talk a little. I saw you were a little out of it in class,” he explains. 

“Oh, it was nothing. Just a bit tired.”

“Oh, ok. Get some rest! I’ll text you later, love,” he greets you off before rushing to practice. 

8:00 pm 

You’re woken by some knocks on your door and the buzzing of your phone. 

shinsuke 

I’m outside

Me

-why

shinsuke

-just open the door 

You open the door to Kita holding two bags. The one in his right hand is one of those fancy thermal ones. The one in his left is from some convenience store. 

“Sorry for coming so unexpectedly but you seemed really down earlier. My grandma and I made you some food and I brought you a drink.”

“Thank you, Shin. You didn’t have to,” you tell him, honestly feeling so much better now that he’s just here. 

“It’s ok. I really wanted to. You looked so tired, I needed to, almost.”

After he puts the bags down in your kitchen, he comes up to you. He has your face in one of his hands and the other is softly brushing your hair into place. 

“I’m so tired, Shin.”

“I know.”

“And I worked so hard.”

“I know, love.”

“And- and it still turned out bad.”

“It’s ok, Y/N. Don’t let it affect you like this. You can only learn what you did wrong and fix it. It will help you do better in the future. Right now, let’s eat this food and relax, yeah? You’re well deserving of a break, love.”

a/n:im posting this in place of my thursday post. enjoy your weekend, everybody

[angstysebfan]

The Past Can Break You - 5

Pairing: Bucky x Reader

AU: Avengers

Summary: You and Bucky have been dating for aa few years. As far as you’re concerned he is the one. But what happens when a blast from the actual past shows up?

A/N: Ive seen a lot stories of Bucky getting his first love from the 40′s back. And I’ve always wondered... what would happen if he was dating someone already? Reader is from this time. Not proofread.

Warning: implied smut, angst is back

--

The next 2 weeks were amazing. Bucky really turned everything around and showed you that he was committed to you. It made you feel so much better. While you felt bad that he now completely avoided Dot, because she is still out of place, you didn’t feel that bad because you knew she was bad news. Whenever she saw you and Bucky together she would scoff and glare at you. It made you uncomfortable.

One day the whole Avengers team was called into a meeting to discuss an upcoming mission. Per Steve and Tony, everyone, except you, were needed. You didn’t like the thought of staying behind with Dot in the compound, but you were a team player, and wouldn’t argue. Bucky on the other hand let Steve have it with both barrels.

“Steve you know the situation with Dot. Can’t someone else stay behind?” he said to Steve.

Steve sighed, “Yes, I know this will be difficult, but everyone else is needed for their skill. Y/N’s skills aren’t needed on this mission. She agreed, so why are you fighting me on this?” Steve argued back.

“Of course Y/N won’t fight this, but I am trying to protect her from Dot. You remember how vicious Dot can be, and I don’t want her to upset Y/N when we just started to get back on track,” Bucky said.

“Look Buck, I get it. I do. But this is how it is. The compound is big enough that Y/N won’t need to be anywhere near Dot. By the way, when are you going to tell her that she needs to start looking for employment and another living situation. She makes everyone uncomfortable. Even Tony is starting to get annoyed at all her questions about FRIDAY, and he loves showing people how smart he is,” Steve asked.

“I-I don’t know. I mean I know I have to do it, especially after what she’s pulled, but I still feel bad for her. I mean she didn’t ask for this to happen, and doesn’t deserve to be thrown out on her ass, but I know it’s the right thing to do. I’ll talk to Y/N about it and see if she has any ideas. Maybe if we help setting her up I will feel better about it,” Bucky said.

“Yea, I know. Let me know if you need help. But we gotta get packed and head to the quinjet. And please don’t worry about Y/N. Your girl is strong, and she knows how Dot is. She will be fine. Besides, we are only gone for like 24 hours, what could happen?” Steve asked.

Bucky didn’t respond and watched as Steve walked out of the meeting room. He ran his hands through his hair, what could happen? He hoped nothing, but he didn’t trust Dot. It’s funny the way she is acting now didn’t bother him when he was in the 40s, but now, because of you, he sees that she is not as great as he thought.

Bucky sighs and heads to your shared room to find you packing his bag for him. He smiles as he walks in, “Hey baby,” he says.

You look up at him and give him a bashful smile, “Figured I would help you out,” you said.

Bucky walks up to you and wraps his arms around you, pulling you into his embrace. He looks into your eyes, and all you see is love and admiration in them. He leans in and connects his soft lips with yours. After a moment he deepens the kiss and you feel his tongue on your lower lip. You open you mouth in response, allowing him full access. When the need to breath becomes too great you pull away, panting.

“You’re only going to be gone a day,” you say with a chuckle.

Bucky also laughs, “Will you be ok? Here? With... her?” he asks.

You brush your hand through his soft hair, “Yea. I’ll stay clear of her as much as I can. But I’ll be ok,” you say.

Bucky pecks your lips again. “When I come home, I was wondering if you could help me with something,” he asks.

You look at him with confusion, “Like what?” you ask.

“I think it’s time for Dot to go off on her own, but I don’t want to just kick her out and make her fend for herself. I was thinking you could help me find her a job and a place to live? I would just feel better if I know I wasn’t kicking her out with nowhere to go,” he asks.

You smile and nod, “Sure. I’ll be glad to help. I’ll start while you’re gone,” you say. 

Bucky kisses you one more time, “I’ll be back tomorrow. I love you, Doll,” he says.

“I love you too, Buck.”

--

You have to say you are surprised when you find yourself not running into Dot at all. It’s almost like she doesn’t want to be near you either, which is fine. She has spent most of the last 24 hours in the lab, while you stayed in your room looking up possible jobs and apartment for her. 

You thought it was nice of Bucky to at least help set her up and not throw her to the wolves. It was something you admired about Bucky, his big heart. You both have been texting before the mission, but since then you haven’t heard from him. You hope everything is ok. 

“FRIDAY, any update on the team?” you ask the AI.

“No agent, I’m sorry,” she responds.

You decide to take a nap in hopes that when you wake up your boyfriend will be home. You want your family home safe and sound.

--

You woke up to the sounds of the team in the hallway. You walk out and see Nat and Wanda and hug them hello. You head toward the common room hoping to see the guys, but don’t. You walk back toward the elevator and heard something from Dot’s room.

“Oh Dot, I’ve missed you so much, Doll,” you hear Bucky moan.

You gasp in horror as you continue listening to Dot moan and beg for Bucky to go harder. You can’t help the tears that begin to fall as you hear your boyfriend and his ex having sex.

“So good baby, you’re so good. Taking me so well, you feel amazing. No one is like you, I love you so much,” Bucky moaned.

You’ve heard enough and turn, running back to your shared room. You can’t be near him when he comes in pretending he didn’t just fuck his ex. Your heart is in a million pieces as his voice continues to play in your head. All you hear is her and his moans and his words. He loves her. It will always be her. Maybe you just need to learn to accept that.

--

“Buck, I think you should have told Y/N you got hurt. She is going to be worried about you,” Steve scolded.

“Look, I know my girl. She will be mad at first, but then she will nurse me back to health. I will have to convince her to ride me later, but it will be so worth it,” Bucky says with a smirk as the doctor continues to pull out shards of shrapnel from his side.

“Seriously man? TMI!” Sam complained before leaving Medbay.

Bucky laughed and then hissed as the doctor pulled another shard out. “How much longer? I don’t want Y/N to think I’m dead if she knows we are back,” Bucky asked the doctor.

“One more piece... and....” she pulls the large piece out, “There! Now I will quickly clean and bandage. no stitches cause you will heal fast, but please no sex tonight. You might bleed all over her,” the doctor said with a glare.

Bucky and Steve laugh. “Oh I talked to Y/N about helping me out with Dot and she agreed. I figured it was best to have her involved with that situation from now on,” Bucky says to Steve as the doctor cleans and bandages his side.

“Good idea, less messy that way. I hope everything went well here with the 2 of them,” Steve says.

“I’ll find out,” Bucky says as he puts his shirt on. 

Both men walk to the elevator and head to their floor. They say their goodbyes in the hall as Bucky opens the door to your shared apartment. You aren’t in there, which confuses him, but he figures maybe you went to the kitchen.

When he walks into the bathroom he senses something is wrong. None of your toiletries are there. It was different from when you cleaned, plus his was still there. He walks back out to your room and sees that everything on your nightstand is gone too. Now he starts to panic as he goes to the closet and sees that all your clothes are gone. He tries to not have a panic attack because that will slow him down. He goes to head to the door and sees a piece of paper on the floor:

Bucky,

I guess I’m the stupid one. I’m stupid to think that everything you said to me was true. I was stupid to think that I could compete with your one true love. I was stupid to think that you really loved me. Well I won’t be stupid anymore. No need to lie and say what I heard isn’t true. I hope you and Dot are very happy together in your new apartment, but I’m done. Have a nice life.

Bucky dropped the letter and fell to his knees as tears pool down his cheeks. What the hell happened that you up and left him? You are angry with him, and he doesn’t understand why. He allows himself to cry for a moment before rereading it.

Dot.

--

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