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nixie-writes · 2 years

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Hey, Hi and all the above! this is the first time I've ever sent an ask to you, I've been hesitating bc of social anxiety but I guess I've suddenly gained the confidence after seeing your posts over and over again (your stuffs so good btw 🥺).

super sorry if I mess this up:

I was wondering if you could do the Happy Hotel gang with a male reader who was a famous ice skater. It was pretty much their entire life and loved doing the dances, performances and competitions.

However, tragedy struck and they suffered a really bad ankle injury during a performance and couldn't skate anymore. With their main fuel for life gone they tumbled down the endless hole of drugs and alcohol before dying suddenly and awakening in hell.

That's it for the request, I hope you have a good day, afternoon or night. Drink water, the usual motivational stuff lol Thanks!

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Hello friend! I totally get the social anxiety, even sending an ask on anon can be scary as heck. But practice makes perfect, be confident in yourself and your ideas! I think your ask is really creative and unique, I haven't seen something like this before and I really like it! (And thank you so much, I'm really glad you like my work! I try my best ;;) Male reader was specified so I'll be using male pronouns, there are some potential triggers so they'll be tagged, all the good stuff. I tried to sprinkle in my own experience, a knee injury cut my track career short. I kept this mostly platonic but there are hints of romance if you look for it. TW: Mentions of drug use, mentions of alcohol use, mentions of injury and disability Under the cut for length and possible triggers.

Alastor - Upon initially meeting a man who danced for a living he was...Not impressed honestly. Many sinners landed themselves in Hell for drug and alcohol use, just look at Husk and Angel. - However [Y/N]'s injury was healed upon entering Hell and he's able to dance again. Hell gets pretty hot but some denizens have made Hell's equivalent to ice rinks and it wouldn't be hard for someone like Alastor to get himself and his new friend inside, albeit at first Alastor isn't expecting much. - However upon hitting the stage and doing a lovely solo, finishing with a bow, Alastor's surprised. He knows his friend worked hard as a dancer but he didn't expect this form of talent. He's impressed enough to join the applause, mostly because he wants to encourage his friend, partially just to get the confused and mildly concerned looks from other patrons seeing him in the crowd. - It wasn't Alastor's idea for [Y/N] to join the hotel, it was Charlie's. She was happy to see Alastor with a new friend and insisted he bring in his new friend for at least a tour and Alastor agreed, although begrudgingly. - It would be during a second tour Charlie would ask a few questions as to how [Y/N] arrived in Hell and he'd be very general with it. An injury ruined his career, he fell into substance abuse and probably overdosed. It was blurry. - Before Charlie could hound him into joining the redemption program Alastor pulled him to the side for a quick chat. "This little dump isn't just demon rehab," he would try to be gentle about that part, "she really believes she can get sinners into heaven. Are you willing to try that?" [Y/N] would think on it for a moment and agree, claiming he'd be happy to join if it meant spending more time around his favorite man in Hell. Even Alastor isn't immune to soft blushing and embarrassed mumbles. - Upon joining the hotel it can be rocky at times but hey, he's got arguably the strongest Overlord in his corner (alongside NA and AA friends in Husk and Angel) so, he's got the good end of this shit hole.

Angel Dust - Angel dances in Hell himself, albeit in a different manner. Upon meeting a man who also danced he got the wrong idea admittedly. It didn't take him long to recognize someone in a situation similar to the one he was in when he first arrived. - He's the quickest to offer a guy down on his luck a place to stay and [Y/N] is wary but grateful. Angel has to advertise the hotel (it's part of his free room clause) but [Y/N] isn't interested, he just wants to experience his old passion again. Angel decides right then he's going to help. - Angel's first idea is to suggest his own work but [Y/N] politely refuses. The next idea is obvious - the skating rink, or at least what's supposed to be one. He can't afford the best one but he'll empty his pockets for a night if it brings his friend happiness. - Angel is in absolute awe in seeing his friend perform. The smooth strokes across the ice, the spin-bow at the end, it's inspiring. Angel's got to try that next time he performs. - It's later that night, on their walk back to Angel's place that he asks what got [Y/N] in Hell, and he's broad in explaining the ankle injury, substance abuse and sudden death. Angel understands a little too well and again, suggests the hotel. "It's not exactly the Ritz but I can get you a free room and they'll get you off anything you're using, and you'll be safe." [Y/N] finally agrees to give it a try. - Charlie is happy to see Angel finally got around to keeping his end of the contract and Vaggie is interested in another soul to rehabilitate. Angel is excited to just have someone he can genuinely relate to, and a new reason to get off whatever his dope of the week is. He's happy to be there for [Y/N]. Husk - This man infamously doesn't give two shits about anyone but himself, however he's intrigued when he overhears some drunk going into detail about how his drinking habits got him to Hell. So Husk moves closer to listen. - [Y/N] has only been in Hell for a couple of weeks but it's been awful already. Yes his ankle injury is healed but the addictions followed him and he can't seem to get off his substances of choice despite how expensive they are. - Husk, knowing it's a little out of character for himself, decides to indulge and sit next to this new guy and probe a little. Cats are infamously curious. So [Y/N] goes on further about his dancing career, his ankle injury and how he spiraled from there. Husk doesn't have much of a response but offers to buy him a couple of drinks for the night and, in exchange [Y/N] can tell him more about himself, and [Y/N] agrees. - It's a few nights later when Husk leaves the hotel early to meet his friend again, he's been staying in some dingy ass hotel with rent he can hardly pull and Husk has been [Y/N]'s alcohol maintenance. He intended to see [Y/N] in private but a special shadow tagged along. - [Y/N] is up in his hotel room nursing a hangover when Husk arrives with a cheap bottle of rum and some Tylenol. [Y/N] is searching through his bag for his bottle of pain killers and can't find it, asking Husk if he's seen it. Husk just sighs and tells [Y/N] to look behind him, to which he obliges. He's met with a not-so-friendly friendly face. - "Husker, if I'm correct I've seen Angel with these pills. I don't believe they're pain killers." Alastor still adorns that grin but he doesn't look pleased and Husk genuinely doesn't have an excuse. He can't bail himself or [Y/N] out of this one. - "Initially I just wanted to see which broad of the week you were visiting but I see you had other plans." Neither [Y/N] or Husk are very happy with the term Alastor dropped. "I have other plans too, I think you'll both be pleasantly surprised." Alastor didn't await an answer before clicking his fingers and the world went black for about 2 seconds. Husk already knew where this was going. - It was against either Husk's or [Y/N]'s personal interests to sign him up with the hotel. [Y/N] isn't exactly happy about the hotel enrollment but, he can help Husk with the bar and get off the substances. It's a win-win deal.

Charlie - She'll never admit it, but she has a soft spot for people who find themselves in Hell for reasons that ultimately aren't evil, simply...Unfortunate. It's [Y/N] who would approach Charlie, asking about the rent of a room and the substance programs. - The two would have a short but sweet conversation. What landed [Y/N] here and what does he hope to achieve through this program? Charlie is sympathetic to his ankle injury and lost career, she offers him a free room and programs, under the agreement he interacts with others in his programs and [Y/N] agrees, signing the no-rent lease. - It's through this he would meet Husk and Angel, both of whom aren't exactly looking to get off their poison of choice but are in the programs regardless. Angel is easy to make friends with, Husk not so much but Charlie encourages [Y/N] to try harder. Husk is a little crude and mean, but he doesn't mean any harm. - In the end, I'd see [Y/N] getting closer to Husk, someone who will intervene in his drinking and drug habits and try to get him clean outside the programs. [Y/N] does the same for Husk, they develop a healthy friendship off that foundation. - As with Charlie, she tries to develop a friendship with all her hotel patrons and usually it doesn't go the best, but [Y/N] seems interested in her. Charlie loves to spend time with [Y/N] and others who will spend time with her, but mostly [Y/N]. She's happy to see at least one soul who's dedicated to her program, and she has highest hopes for him. She's already paid for his ankle surgery and encourages him to perform for the hotel, though she'll never force him to. She's by far the kindest of the group.

Vaggie - Vaggie is a strict woman and doesn't often hold sympathy for people who find their own way into Hell, like Angel. But [Y/N] was different. He could have been an angel, had he not been injured. It seemed unfair. - She'd approach him casually one night and ask if he plans to continue his substance use. He'd respond that he doesn't know much else to do, it's not like Hell has rehab. It was that quick, Vaggie has a way with words when it comes to substance abusers. She probably abused something during life herself. - Her first work is to enroll him into the hotel, introduce him to Charlie and set him into specific programs. She can't really stop him from interacting with Husk and Angel, though she doesn't want him to. - However, his interactions with the two seem to help steer him onto the right path. He isn't as stuck as Angel is with drugs and can still get his way out of drug use. He's not as hollow and self-wallowing as Husk is and can let go of alcohol. He can replace his substance use with something new and healthy. - With Charlie's financial help it's arranged to have his ankle repaired and he agrees to stay with the hotel and use his dancing career to advertise the hotel. Vaggie is grateful she's found someone who's genuinely invested in changing their wrong ways, and has high hopes for him.

#I really couldn't make any ideas with Nifty but if I do I'll update this #Hazbin Hotel x reader #Hazbin x reader #tw drugs #tw alcohol #tw injury mention #Alastor x reader #Angel Dust x reader #Husk x reader #Husker x reader #Charlie Morningstar x reader #Vaggie x reader #x male reader

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kittyymew · 3 years

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Where I Belong

Chapter 3- “The Fallen”

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Hello Lovelies! I am sorry I took forever to come back from my hiatus. A lot of stuff happened in my life and I found myself in a place where I wish no one finds themselves in.

I tried my best to complete this chapter, but I kept getting distracted which might have jeopradised the delivery of this chapter. I apologise for that.

And I thank you all for reading my stuff.

Note: It is not proof read, so there will be a few errors.

WC: 3107

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Link to previous parts- Part 1. Part 2.

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Tobirama’s PoV-

“Please be fine. Please be fine… Please…”

That’s the only phrase that has been playing in my head on loop ever since we got an alert of the Uchiha cornering my baby brother, Itama. He’s too young to die.

Big brother and I were already ambushed by a few of the Uchiha men, taking us longer than expected to reach Itama. I just… hope we’re not too late.

Third PoV-

It feels like you are floating in nothing but darkness and quiet for what seems like an eternity. Is this what there is after you die? Nothing but loneliness and darkness consuming you? Is this it though? Is this as far as you went? Your dreams of achieving peace left behind. Dreams of stopping the war. Well, at least it is peaceful here, devoid of all the war, violence, and bloodshed. Pretty ironic coming from you at this point, because you just slaughtered a lot of people tonight.

“Y/N!?” You hear someone call out your name. Are they trying to shake you awake?

“What the hell happened?!”

You hear the same voice again. It sounded so familiar, yet so foreign. Are you still laying on the battleground? Are you even alive at this point?

You hear your name being called again, and it takes every goddamned fiber in your body to bring yourself to open your eyes. Everything’s so blurry.

“I-Ita-…”

You cannot even form a word. Is Itama even alive?

“Y/N?!”

“Oh,” you think when you realize someone’s almost… trying to shake you awake? You look up, trying to make out who it was. Your blurred vision combined with the darkness of the night was not helping you. Yet, you could almost see the outline of a dark spiky-haired head. Well, at least his eyes are not glowing red. And before you know it, you’re pulled back into the darkness. Well, if this is the end of the road for you, you pray that at least Itama is still alive.

Tobirama’s PoV-

“ITAMA!” I almost yelled out, making a bee-line towards his body. There were bodies and pools of blood I stepped into, I didn’t care. My heart dropped when I saw him covered in blood. God, I hope that he’s still alive.

“Itama!” I quickly kneel beside him, checking his pulse. It was faint, but it was there. He looked pale, probably from all that blood loss. I call out to big brother.

“He’s alive! Hurt, but alive! We need to get help!” I vociferate, looking over my shoulder to see big brother standing a few feet away over a body… I could recognize her anywhere in a heartbeat. He looked… puzzled. Why is he just standing over her? Why isn’t he helping her? What the hell was Y/N doing all the way to the Northside? She was supposed to be down South.

“Big Brother! HELP HER!” I yell at him. I’m usually not the one to lose my calm, but heck, what was he even doing, just standing there, doing nothing.

I quickly hoist Itama's body over my shoulder and walk over to where Y/N was laying.

“Is she alive?!” I ask big brother Hashirama. He seemed to be staring from the spot where Itama was laying.

“What are you looking at?” I turn around, noticing the boulder for the first time, which was clearly cut in half.

“Just… snap out of it and check on Y/N!” I intended to shout, but my voice came out barely over a whisper.

He quickly bends down, checking Y/N’s pulse, sighing in relief as he feels one. I let out a breath I didn’t know I was holding in. He picks her up and we quickly make our way back to the base, hoping we’d make it in time.

“Who do you think did that?” big brother says after a few minutes.

I stay silent. There could be a lot of possibilities. But if it was some sort of animal, or perhaps an unknown entity, why were Itama and Y/N still alive? Barely alive, but still.

“You don’t think….” Big brother trails off hesitantly after receiving no response from me.

“Don’t be absurd. Let us just focus on getting both of them the help they need before it’s too late for either of them” I snap at big brother. There is no way Y/N could’ve done that back there.

--Timeskip--

Third PoV-

After the two Senju brothers brought your and Itama’s body to the medical campsite, Butsuma Senju had both of you brought back to the Senju residence instead of the local hospital. The battle had ended two days after it had begun, neither side winning. Your father visited the Senju residence every day, but not once did he ask about you.

You and Itama were still unconscious. While Itama’s condition seemed to be getting worse, your vitals were improving.

Day Three-

It had been three days since they found you and Itama.

“Had I not been so reckless on our mission, the Uchiha never would’ve figured out that someone had infiltrated their base and the attack would’ve never happened,” Tobirama says in a hushed tone. He had cursed himself every day since the attack.

Hashirama tried to tell him that the war and attacks on each other’s bases are inevitable. But, even he failed.

Day Five-

Tobirama and Hashirama are out in the village, helping escort a Feudal Lord when Imachi and Kamura come rushing to where the Senju brothers were. The two brothers glanced at each other at the unexpected appearance.

“It’s Itama…” Imachi says, looking at Hashirama.

“Go… we’ll take over this mission…” Kamura says.

Hashirama gives them a nod, as both he and Tobirama rush home.

Day Eight-

The Senju head family was done carrying out the funeral rituals for Itama, burying his body in their family grave. They were still amidst the war, so they followed the same, short ritual for Itama as the countless other fallen soldiers. Soldiers dying was a given. Still, it hurts when it is someone you know.

Hashirama and Tobirama stayed back at the cemetery after they buried Itama. The two boys were standing over Itama’s grave, the sun was already starting to set.

“Do you think Y/N is going to die too?” Tobirama asked.

“I… don’t know. I hope not. Father said that the doctors said that she seems to be in a better condition than Itama was in.” Hashirama says, placing a hand on his little brother’s shoulder.

“Let’s go home. It’s getting late.” Hashirama says.

Just as the two turn around, they see Butsuma standing at the entrance of the cemetery with his hands folded over his chest.

“What is father doing here?” Hashirama says, surprised to see his father, hours after the ceremony had ended.

“Probably here to scold us for missing out on some practice or something…” Tobirama states, knowing all too well how tough Butsuma is.

“Only one way to find out…” Hashirama says. The two of them walk over to Butsuma.

“Is there something you wanted to talk to us about? It is strange to see you lingering around here” Hashirama says.

“It’s Y/N. She-..” before Butsuma could even finish his sentence, Tobirama disappears as he rushes home as fast as he could.

“Tobirama!” Hashirama yells, quickly apologizing to his father before following Tobirama.

“You didn’t even let father finish his sentence!” Hashirama scolds him.

“I lost Kawarama. I lost Itama. I cannot lose Y/N too.” Tobirama says, not slowing down.

“You’re not the only one who lost Kawaram and Itama. You need to learn to keep a level head. Father didn’t say that Y/N died.” Hashirama says.

“He didn’t say she’s alive either,” Tobirama says, his voice cracking a tiny bit and if it wasn’t Hashirama who was listening to him, it would’ve gone unnoticed.

Hashirama falls silent, scared at the thought of losing yet another person, let alone someone who is like family to him. Silence takes over the two of them as they approach the Senju residence. Both of them prayed that at least you made it out of death’s grasp.

Day Ten-

You were devastated when they broke Itama’s news. All your efforts, everything, all of the bloodshed, only to lose Itama. The two brothers have not left your side ever since you gained consciousness. If you thought they were unbearable before, you were in for a whole nother level of protectiveness. You felt a change in the atmosphere around them. As if they are trying to ask you something but wouldn't. Or maybe it's just them coping.

They did say that they were the ones to rescue you and Itama. That means, the say what kind of distruction your Jutsu did. And they did say that no one was there when they got there. So then, who was the person who was calling out your name? If it was someone you knew, why didn't they try to save you?

Day Twelve-

The village held a memorial for Itama. You were barely able to walk, but you couldn’t, not go. You saw your father at the memorial for the first time since the night of the attack. It hurt knowing that your father didn’t love you. Hell, he probably doesn’t even think you deserve a basic human decency level of respect.

“I am gonna go take a breather” you whisper to Tobirama.

“I am coming with you,” Tobirama announces.

“God, no! You need to stay here. Besides, I want to be alone at the moment.” you say as you rub your temples. You barely had time to recover and you were weak and exhausted at the moment.

Tobirama frowns at your statement and opens his mouth to protest when you raise your hand in front of him.

“Please. I’ll be fine. I’ll be nearby and I’ll be careful. I just need some time… alone.” You say.

Tobirama contemplates for a moment before giving you a weak nod.

“Thank you,” you say, sighing as you turn around and wobble out of the venue and towards the one place where your mind finds peace.

Tobirama is about to take off and follow you when he is stopped with a hand on his shoulder.

“Give her some time to grieve on her own” Hashirama says

“But… If you say so, Big Brother.” Tobirama says as he watches you walk out of sight.

“We still don’t know what exactly happened that night. And I have a hunch that it wasn’t a random entity or an animal…” Hashirama says, almost in a whisper in an attempt to calm Tobirama’s nerves of letting you go alone.

“Even if Y/N is strong enough to do something like that, she is in no condition to fight if she’s attacked” Tobirama protests.

“You need to put in a little more faith in her than that, Little Brother. Now, come. Father was summoning you earlier.” Hashirama says as he pulls Tobirama in the opposite direction.

--Brief Timeskip--

You let out a groan as you finally reach the riverbank, and sit at the edge of the river. You removed your footwear and dipped your toes in the cold water. This was the first time you were truly alone. The first time you started to feel the overwhelming emotions. The first time you let everything; your exhaustion, your emotions; everything, take over, letting out a loud sob.

You could be hit by a thousand blades and that would still feel less painful than what you were feeling right now.

“Come on now. You can’t cry. You’re not weak.” you say to yourself, gasping for air in between sobs as you hastily try to wipe the never-ending stream of tears rolling down your face.

You quickly manage to calm yourself down. “You’re not the only one who lost people, Y/N,” you say to yourself, over and over again in a pathetic attempt to not feel the grief of losing, of hurting.

You pick up a pebble from the ground and toss it in the river.

“It wasn’t just Itama. A lot of people died that night,” you say.

You pick up another pebble and toss it in the river.

“On both sides…”

You say, trying to reason with yourself. Picking up another pebble, you toss it again, with much more force this time.

“Hashirama and Tobirama lost their own brother! Who am I to cry like this? Itama wasn’t my own bro-” you stop mid-sentence, realizing what kind of absurd bs you were about to say.

“Who am I kidding? He was my family too…” you whisper, weakly tossing a pebble in the river.

“Hey” you hear a voice behind you. Your heart drops and you’re ready to get up and attack, just when he continues speaking. “Long time no see…”

You recognize that voice. It was Madara. The boy you met before this war.

“So.. umm…”

“It’s Y/N”

“Y/N. This time you look like someone killed your cat. What happened?”

Madara says in a slightly humorous tone.

“What do you mean? I’m fine!” you say, still facing the river.

“Tch, liar. Wanna talk to me? I’ll listen.”

“It’s nothing,” you say, trying to sound convincing.

“Come on!! Just spill it!” Madara presses you a little.

“No... There isn’t anything..”

“Hey, stop dragging this out! I promise. I’ll listen.” Madara says as he walks to stand beside you and bend down a little.

“It’s nothing at all…” you say, tears streaming down your face again.

As Madara gets beside you, you instinctively move your head to face him while talking, only to reveal your snot-covered nose, wet cheeks, and reddened eyes and nose.

You could swear you heard him shriek before he yells out, “Out with it already!”

“What’s the matter?” he asks, softly this time.

You could see he seemed genuinely concerned.

“My… well, someone I considered as my little brother, died…” you say, wiping your eyes.

“I come to the river because I feel like all the haziness in my heart gets washed away as I stare at the water” you continue.

You hear him shuffle again, his feet against the pebbles. He sighs and sits down beside you.

“So, that’s what happened,” he says, staring at the river too.

“Your name’s Madara, right? Could it be the same for you too?” you ask, turning around to face him. You catch him staring at the river.

“Do you have siblings?” you ask.

Somewhere, deep down, you needed to hear that you aren’t the only one to lose someone. Someone you didn’t know. Perhaps, this is why you’re asking a stranger whether he has lost someone.

“I’m one of five…” Madara speaks up. He picks up a pebble, fiddling with it before continuing, “Well, there used to be five of us…”

You let out a soft gasp, realizing where his story is headed.

“Used to be…?” you ask softly. Even though the logical part of you tried to not ask that, the softer side of you did.

“Yes. Now, there's just my little brother and I. We are Shinobi after all. We never know when we might die.” Madara says, turning his head to look at you.

“If there’s a way where neither side has to die, it’d be where they revealed what’s inside them. Hid nothing. And they’d drink together like they were brothers. But then that’s impossible.” He says, turning around to face the river

“Cause one can’t really look deep inside someone and see who they really are...” He says.

You could hear the anger in his voice. The same kind of anger you had inside you.

“... In reality, they both can be seething inside.” he continues, tossing the pebble in his hand with enough force and the correct technique for it to bounce off the surface of the river and reach the other side.

“It’s impossible… to show what’s inside us to each other…?” you ask, still processing what he just told you.

“I don’t know. But, every time I come here, I make a wish that I’ll find some way to make it happen,” he says.

This time, it was Madara who had a proud grin on his face.

“By the way, look. Seems I finally got it to go in the right direction” Madara says, referring to the pebble he just threw. “It’s not just yours. Mine too reached the other side.”

You look at him, more like, stare at him. Could it be possible that there was someone out there who might have the same dreams as you? Someone who was sick of all the war and the bloodshed too. Someone who believed in peace, someone who wanted a peaceful world?

“If you keep staring, you might convince me that you’ve fallen for me!” Madara yells out to embarrass you.

“WHAT! EW!” You yell, pushing him away as he laughs. You couldn’t help but giggle. This was the first time you felt "good" in days.

You knew the following days are going to be filled with a lot of unpleasant scenarios.

I mean, you still have to confront Hashirama and Tobirama about what really happened that night and you knew it is not going to be easy to tell them. You knew the damage you had done when you used your Jutsu. You could feel both Senju brothers on the edge whenever they were around you. And your gut-feeling told you that they had seen the aftermath of your powerful Jutsu.

But, even with a million things going on in your head, you felt at ease here, with your unnatural acquaintance. You did not feel the need to hide a part of yourself or be worried about other things. It is the one place to let it all go, and he has become the one person you truly felt free and comfortable with.

“You know, maybe one day, we would not have to grieve like this. We would not have to worry about our siblings dying. Our family dying. Or think about strangers losing their life…” you say.

This time, it was Madara staring at you. He was shocked to see someone agreeing and thinking about the same ‘ideal world’ as him. Maybe, it was you who would help him get there. Or maybe, it would be him helping you.

“You told me what you wish for when you come here. I’ll tell you what I wish for whenever I come here,” you say, looking at him with a smile.

“I wish for a world where everyone would understand each other. A world where when someone dies; someone’s father, mother, siblings, cousins, or friends; they would not be considered as ‘The Fallen’....”

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choerypetal · 4 years

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Home. Chishiya x Reader

Summary : Chishiya is having a fascination over the reader he thought he could get away from. Only to finding out she was the light to his darkness.

Warning : None (also english isn’t my first language, however I tried my best with grammar error and plot wise)

Enjoy 💗💗

Living in the Borderland has yet to become a nightmare you wished to have never happened. The slight feeling of blood dripping on your cheek, right after pulling the trigger at the right time. Enough for the body in front of you to fall face down, now to be only described as a dead corpse.

Every minutes, turned into an hour before completely turning into emptiness. An emptiness you felt corrupted by sadness, anger and solitude. Such emotions you had never once thought to experience in your life. And yet here you were, gun gripped tightly to your fingers, trembling as your enemies fresh blood dripped lifelessly on your clothes. Leaving you not only in complete shock and pain, but in a such petty way enough for someone to catch your attention.

There he was, standing just a few doors away from yours. Examining every movement you did. Something about you being « new » felt rather to interested for him. For him you were just another toy to play with.

Chishiya was his name, you learned it through Arisu (but never had the chance to get a clear look of his apparence) and who by being protective of you had rather decided to take you with him in order to keep you safe. Sadly, being just as stubborn you were, it didn’t last you enough for you to be lost once you decided to wonder around the Borderland, once escorted.

It didn’t took long enough before you were lost. Of course you did managed to remember about a few places such as the pool and the Hatter’s office but other than that the rest came more vague almost as if every time you passed a new room you were certain something was about to happened.

Thus, taking you by surprise the moment you heard a voice. A voice to cold yet not so friendly to be even thinking of offering whoever’s owner of this room or voice an apology to their privacy and yet out of habit, you did. “I’m sorry, I really didn’t-“

“Bare me your excuses. I am surprised you even got the guts to enter into The Hatter’s bedroom. Let alone Niragi’s, better watch your step next time.”

The voice faded just as the sound of their footsteps did along. However, the moment you were about the discover the stranger, nothing but a dim light flickering and silence corrupted the room before in your turn left the room out of sight.

Having a new face in the Bordeland has become quickly the top’s news. Even the Hatter himself being as frantic as he was, managed to invite Arisu, Usagi and you at one of the first meetings for the new comers.

Feeling rather uncomfortable at Niragi’s constant confrontation and small remarks, you noticed a pair of eyes watching you. It was him. Chishiya and just as he spoke, you were back into reality. The voice back at the Hatter’s place it was his all along. The pair of brown eyes watching you from a distance, all his.

Surprisingly, it didn’t took the both of you however, to start a conversation. His soft yet cold voice of his, intrigued you too much for you to become just as interested as he was with you. He just didn’t liked showing too much emotions.

The militants who worked with him noticed a slight change into his behavior. They noticed the sudden tone on the man’s voice whenever you shared the same room and as subtle as he tried to be. Heck even Chishiya noticed something in him changed.

Either you were to blinded, or just another prey of his.

Niragi of course, being the not so subtle out of everyone, grew annoyed that his very own team mate couldn’t face the fact that maybe. Chishiya’s new distraction became a little more than that.

“You know, if you stand there like a creep. I’m not surprised she would kill you like that bastard who tried to take her beauty away.” He murmured almost sounding like a threat, making a Chishiya rather annoyed.

Days has passed and you were getting familiar with the game’s tactics. How the world was build and how fascinated you become once Chishiya told you more about it.

The both of you grew closer, not wanting to express anymore feelings to make it talked about, you both knew it was for the best. And yet something deep inside felt as if you belong in each other’s arms but such coldness separated this act.

That is when one night, you and Chishiya were assigned for a game. A game you were both against another team, a game of where the heart was trust.

Things were going as told, however you were one tonight’s target. You felt the blade quickly brushing ahead of you just as you could, get away from but it was only a lost cost. Chishiya yelled out your name but it was to late. Your vision felt blurry just enough before for you felt into his arms.

Right before your eyes you knew it was your last days, and yet your mind by faith decided otherwise. You were found in a bed, rather comfortable, your eyes meeting the harsh light from the lamps enough for the people who sat next to you notice your awakening.

The first you noticed was Arisu with a poorly made bouquet of flowers held it to you. You smiled and thanked him. “Don’t forget it was me who chosen the flowers”. Niragi said, mocking Arisu in which you roll your eyes thanking them once again before they reunited in another argument on whom was going to put the flowers in the bowl.

“I will.” A voice too familiar interrupted the little fiasco. Your eyes meeting him once again, thinking that last night was going to be your last. “Chishiya...” You spoken softly received, by a smile you never once thought from such a man as his could.

Niragi taking Arisu knowing a little too much for your liking, left for you both’s privacy and quickly corrupted by a moment of silence before Chishiya walked towards you and said. “Feeling alright?”

To be frank you couldn’t tell. Something inside you was glad to be alive but on the other, felt such emptiness that you couldn’t even comprehend it’s own cause. “I had my better days.”

You both chuckled and as he sat down next to your bed, he gently took your hand onto his, delicately pressing his soft lips on it. Frowning at his quite unusual actions, you questioned him on his behavior.

“What’s wrong?” You decided to ask, feeling such worries in his eyes but also satisfaction to the fact that you were all alive and well.

He chuckles softly as he was sinking into deep madness, thinking how he could live such weird emotions in such quick paste. “Do you ever believed in love?” He asked you and by the tone of his voice, thought to yourself that he also was just thinking how rubbish it sounded. But he insist by repeating : “Have you?”

You looked at him for a few moments, feeling the slight heat coming trough your cheeks, trying to look away before he even catches your blush. Which he on his end showed a soft smile and continued. “It’s crazy how ever since you showed up, I’ve tried to ignore you. I couldn’t technically say why you made such an effect on me and yet for some reasons I do.”

Listening to every words, you held his hand a little tighter as a source of comfort. “You know... I’ve been feeling strange emotions as well, hell even those I never knew I could experience in a life time. I guess by meeting you I could finally say you were like home..”

Home? He wondered through his mind, admiring you as if he knew that maybe loving you weren’t his lost cost into living a little longer into the Borderland and to once you both left... live a life together. For once.

“I love you, Chishiya. As much as I know you want it to push it away, the distraction I’ve caused-“

His lips brushed yours in an instant. Not letting you finish your phrase, you knew what he felt to. Maybe you both needed each other and no matter the cause, the sacrifice you’ll have each other’s side.

“See told you, now give me five bucks.” Niragi’s was heard silently watching the scene with an Arisu whom seemed rather uncomfortable and a Aguni, annoyed by his loss. Thus, making the Chishiya and you turning heads to the scene, with such glare all three new it was time to leave.

#alice in borderland imagines #chishiya imagine #imagines #chishiya x reader #niragi imagines #niragi x reader #arisu x chishiya #arisu x reader #alice in borderland x reader #the last boss #arisu imagines #jealous niragi #kuina alice in borderland #alice in borderland boss #chishiya #chishiya alice in borderland #niragi alice in borderland

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jvngkook97 · 2 years

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The Quarry – Part 2

pairing; ceo!kim namjoon x camp counselor!reader

genre; angst, thriller, hints of fluff, implied smut, slight horror?

warnings; cursing, mentions of blood, protective joonie, hallucinations from paranoia…or are they? just plain creepy vibes throughout tbh, horror tropes

rating; 18+

w/c; 1,747

a/n; y’all asked for it, so here it is! never imagined I would be doing a part two of something, let alone a part three. yes! you read that correctly. there will be another part, and it will be the last, so be on the lookout for that soon! this one goes out to all my horror fans out there. as always, reblogs, feedback and thoughts are appreciated and help keep this writer encouraged to do more! happy reading, ya'll. enjoy!

Read Part One Here // Read Part Three Here

The rain pelted down on the roof of the car, disrupting the silence within. The wind blew into the side of the car with a force that made it slightly rock back and forth. You could hear the rustle of leaves from the trees and see the dancing of branches in a graceful, yet intense duet with the tendrils of wind throughout the air.

The sky was in complete darkness, not a star in sight. There was barely anymore moonlight from all the clouds that blanketed the moon. You guys were truly, and utterly, alone out here. That fact in itself gave you the heebie jeebies.

Namjoon volunteered to weather the storm alone to check out the damage to the car. Not wanting you to push yourself due to the shallow laceration on the side of your head that long ago stopped bleeding, but he was always the worry wart between you two. He should’ve known you wouldn’t listen.

Having turned the car headlights off in order to preserve battery life, Joon tried to see inside the hood, but kept groaning in frustration when he found it near impossible to do so. Walking around the side of the car, flashlight already turned on that you retrieved from your bag of seemingly endless, yet helpful, supplies, you shone the light inside the hood of the car. Giving you a small smile, he thanked you silently, then went back to inspecting the damage.

The rain started letting up, and the wind died down. Now it was easier to survey the woods around you that you were currently stuck in.

A twig cracking in the near distance is what sent all your hairs on end. You immediately looked at Joon to see if he heard it as well, but he was still caught up in looking through the engine trying to figure out what the problem was. Out of your peripheral you could swear you saw something wispy, something white or wearing white, run through the trees. You shook your head in denial. Who the heck would be in the woods this late at night?

The light drifting off course, casting where he was looking in darkness once again, is what made him finally look in your direction to see you not looking at him, but rather at some random set of trees.

“Uh, honey? You okay over there?”

Blinking once. Blinking twice. You finally tore yourself out of your trance to bring your attention to your boyfriend who was looking at you in an odd way.

“Sorry, but I swear I thought I saw something over there. You didn’t hear that snapping noise a second ago?”

“No, I didn’t hear anything. Are you–are you sure you’re okay?” Now he was giving you a look of worry. “Does your head hurt? Vision blurry? Feeling lightheaded?” He spewed a flurry of questions at you at a rapid pace, now forgetting his previous task to give you his full attention. His body stepping towards you subconsciously out of his inner worry. You quite frankly did start to feel a headache coming on, but not from your minor injury he was still so worked up over, apparently. But more so from a feeling of frustration that he didn’t trust you when you said you were fine hours ago, and seemed like he didn’t believe you when you are very much sure you heard something. Now you were contemplating on telling him about you seeing something as well, scared he might just shove you back into the car and lock the doors to keep you from going even more crazy.

Which would in fact, do the opposite.

Scoffing in retaliation you turned to start walking towards the trees you suspected earlier.

“Don’t go where I can’t see you, okay?” He threw in your direction, which oddly sounded to you like an order, accustomed to a suggestion.

Your whole body froze. Clenching your fists by your side, you let out a shaky exhale.

Before he knew it, you whipped your body around stomping back towards him in a way that outwardly made his whole body flinch back in preparation of what was to come. He’s never seen you look this angry before, especially at him.

“Excuse me?” Your voice raised to an octave he’s not heard before. “Who is the one that thought of bringing the map? Who is the one that wisely packed a damn flashlight? Me!” You used your thumbs to gesture back at yourself to further emphasize your point. “Look, I get you're worried about me, and as much as I love you for it, at the same time I feel as if you just don’t trust anything I’m saying to you right now. And that hurts.” Your hands fell back to your sides in defeat, a sullen look on your face. “We both need to trust each other to get out of this mess and safely to our destination. I’m going to scout the area, along with my pocket knife and pepper spray I also so wisely brought with me.” Digging through your pockets you held them out for him to see. “I will be back in no less than 10, 20 minutes tops, I swear.” You vowed to him with honest eyes, voice with confidence that gradually broke him down.

He sighed to himself and gave you a small smile in defeat. He was raising a figurative white flag to a fight he had no chance of winning.

“Okay. Just be careful.”

You nearly spluttered in disbelief. He never let you win.

“Wait, really? You’re letting me go? Just like that?” You asked to be sure you weren’t hearing him wrong.

He nodded his head solemnly in response.

“I trust you, completely. And I’m sorry if previous actions suggested otherwise. But I know you’re more than capable of taking care of yourself. I guess I can’t help worrying about you, because I love you so much.” He rubbed the side of neck with a sheepish, embarrassed smile. “I just don’t know what I would do if anything happened to you.” He confessed, baring his heart and soul to you without hesitation.

Now, Namjoon was one of those guys who rarely expressed their feelings to the point of where you genuinely didn’t even think he liked you for awhile, even when you were dating. So this, you could tell, was him being real.

If your whole body could melt, it would’ve.

Walking up to him briskly, shoving your pocket knife and pepper spray back in your pockets and clipping the flashlight onto the hem of your jeans, you grabbed Namjoon by the collar of his Gucci leather jacket and pulled him to you, smashing your lips against his in a kiss that had his toes curling in his matching Gucci shoes.

He just started to reciprocate the kiss, when you pulled back, leaving him breathless. Pupils slightly blown to further show just how much that kiss affected him. And as much as you both wanted to further continue your actions, you knew logically, it was neither the place or time for such an activity.

Smiling earnestly, you unclipped the flashlight and turning his palm face up you gently laid it in his hand, enclosing his fingers around it.

“Here. You can keep the flashlight, and I’ll use the one on my phone.” You stated, brandishing said phone a distance away from his face to solidify your reasoning. And turning the flashlight app on.

“Like I said, I’ll be gone for no longer than 20 minutes, tops. You’ll barely notice I’m even gone, and when I get back we can possibly continue where we left off?” You suggested half joking, wiggling your eyebrows in a way that had him shaking his head and chuckling to himself. You always knew how to lighten up a bad situation.

Smirking, he waved you off with his hands.

“Go.”

You smiled at him and turned around walking back towards the trees from earlier.

“Before I change my mind and decide to just take you in the backseat.” He oh so casually threw at your back, a shit eating grin on his face as he held the flashlight and continued his seemingly unfruitful inspection. But hey, he wasn’t a car mechanic. So what did you expect?

Rolling your eyes, your body responded to his illicit suggestion with a warm sensation building, despite the cold air around you that should be keeping you cool.

God, you couldn’t wait until that skinny dipping session. You might just have to ravish him in the cabin instead upon your arrival. Your own illicit thoughts decided, floating to the surface of your mind.

A rustling bush further ahead down the path you were currently walking on, snapped you out of your sinful thoughts. Putting you on high alert, yet again, you instantly pointed your phone's flashlight at the bush. Standing there, waiting to see if something would come jumping out of it, like those idiots in a horror movie do.

A squirrel. A fucking squirrel.

You nearly screamed in horror, but stopped yourself, slapping a hand over your mouth to stop yourself from further worrying your already on edge boyfriend who was easily a mile back by now with how far you’ve been walking already.

You probably should be heading back soon, anyways. Your 20 minutes was almost up, you realized, checking the time on your phone. And another fact, you noticed, was you only had about 30% battery life left. Well, shit.

Despite your initial realization, you ultimately decided to trek on for just a little while longer. A decision you would soon come to regret.

A subtle fog began to form due to the dampness of the air around you. Making the path in front of you narrow considerably now that the fog blanketed it, obscuring your view slightly. But yet not thick enough to where you couldn't see through the fog within closer proximity of you, giving you clearer sight of the tree line next to you.

Another bush rustling made you swing your arm towards it, flashlight honed in. About to step closer, the sound of a twig snapping in the opposite direction had you turning back around changing the direction of lights view. Your breathing quickened, hairs on the back of your neck standing up. You got an eerie feeling deep within your chest. One that made your heart heavy in sheer fear.

You were being watched.

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joansiefics · 3 years

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I Actually Just Want To Sleep

NATASHA ROMANOFF X READER

SUMMARY: You have been training with Natasha for weeks on end. She is harsh in training and you barely have time to take a break. So one day it all gets to much for you to handle and you pass out, but luckily someone is there to catch you.

WARNINGS: Fainting, Fighting, Malnourishment

After a long, tiring day at school the bell finally rang making all the students bundle out of the classes, with teachers still trying to get in a few last words before everyone disappears through the doors to freedom. You stood up from your chair and bid your farewell to the teacher as you left class and started your 15 minute walk home.

It was a habit of yours to play your music on full blast through your earphones when you undertook the walk home to take your mind of things - from your day at school to the assignments and homework that awaits you at home. You just barely started listening to 'Nurse's Office by Melanie Martinez' when an uncomfortable feeling made its appearance. You didn't stop listening to your music but you were more aware of your surroundings. Goosebumps were now evident on your skin, but you couldn't make up your mind if it was from the chilly, winter breeze hitting your skin and blowing through your hair or from someone's eyes boring into the back of your skull. You shrugged of the second thought, trying to stop your paranoia.

You started humming to the next song 'Stressed Out by Twenty One Pilots' when a large, coarse hand grasped your shoulder and pulled you backwards, making you lose your balance. You quickly got back on your feet and put up a good fight, one that the man was definitely not expecting which gave you the upper hand. You threw a few punches his way and dodged a few of his, but your last punch knocked all consciousness out of him and he went tumbling to the ground.

You picked up your now cracked phone and straightened yourself up a bit to continue your walk home, unfazed by the fight, when you felt another hand touch your shoulder. This hand was smaller and more gentle than the previous one, but your adrenaline was still coursing your veins and you grabbed the hand, sending the person with a twist of their arm over to the ground. "What the heck do you all want with me!!!?" You yelled out of frustration "I just want to go home, finish my damn homework and sleep, is that to much to ask?!" You don't know why you just asked your attacker this, but you couldn't keep the pent up stress and anger in anymore.

"Are you okay?" The person you flipped to ground asked with a hoarse voice and a following groan as they pushed themselves to get of the ground and brushed of the dirt form their clothes. "Why are asking me if I'm okay, you're the one that was laying on the ground?" You ask very confused at what is happening. "I saw the guy attack you, I was just to late to help you take him down, but I see you took care of him very well" The person says gesturing towards the still unconscious man on the ground. "So you didn't want to attack me?" You ask raising your eyebrow at the person "No, not at all..." There is an awkward silence between the two of you before you introduce yourself, having made up your mind to trust the person: "Y/N...Y/N Y/L/N" you say putting your hand out for the person to shake "Natasha Romanoff" she shakes your hand.

"You really have skill Y/N, I mean you just flipped and ex-assassin and current Avenger to the ground without even a bit of struggle" Natasha laughs "Ummm... thank you?" You say not knowing how to respond to this compliment, a compliment that no one has ever given you. "Do you maybe want to come back to the Avengers tower with me and I can introduce you to everyone?" She offers politely "Umm, yeah... sure" You mentally scold yourself for being so awkward.

It was a peaceful walk through alley crannies and idle parts of the town to the tower, but you enjoyed the calm feeling. "If you don't mind me asking, how did you get your skills Y/N?" Natasha curiously asked, but not wanting to invade your personal space "I just watched some self defence videos online and practiced them for rare occasions like today" You answer her question. After a few more minutes of walking you arrive at the tower and enter the building "Here we are" Natasha says breaking the comfortable silence.

You were marvelled by the perfectly planned and designed architecture and interior design and let your eyes roam until Natasha cleared her throat to get your attention. "Y/N, I want you to meet the Avengers: Tony, Bruce, Thor, Wanda, Peter, Bucky, Steve and Hawkeye" She introduces while pointing to each and every one of them. You flushed with embarrassment and shyness as everyone greeted you, you didn't even notice them until Natasha cleared her throat. They already think I'm weird you think.

"So I wanted to introduce her to all of you, because you wouldn't believe the story I'm about to tell you if I didn't bring the key witness." Natasha smirked, knowing that she pricked their curiosity. "Well Y/N over here was being attacked by some old creep-" Before she could continue Steve interrupted her "Is she okay?" he directs the question to Natasha, then he looks at you "Are you okay, are you hurt?" He askes caringly. "I'm fine, thanks?" You say, still unsure why everyone is making it such a big deal. Natasha gives Steve a daring look, one telling him to shut his mouth for the rest of the story or he won't see dawn, before she continues: "So as I was saying before I was rudely interrupted... Y/N was attacked. I saw the fight and was on my way to go help her, but she knocked him unconscious before I could get there. I just wanted to make sure that she was alright before I left and I approached her form behind and tapped her shoulder. She caught me off guard and flipped me to the ground as well..." she took a small pause before exaggerating her statement "SHE flipped ME!!!"

Everyone wore a look of shock on their face now, which confused you even more "Why is everyone making such a big deal out of this?" You ask, not able to control your ignorance any longer. "Do you know what you did?" Tony asks "Did I do something wrong?" You ask still not catching the drift. "No, no, no, no, not at all... you just, ummm... well you flipped an ex-assassin, not many people are able to do that" Tony answers with a proud smile, even though he just met you, you made him proud. "What would you say to being an intern at the tower and train with us and then when you're ready, you can become one of us, you can become an Avenger?" Tony asks. This question definitely caught you off guard and you were gawking at him in surprise and excitement at the same time "Uhh, ye...yeah, sure....I would, ummm.. I'd ummm love...that" you manage to croak out. "Great, you start tomorrow after school" Tony says as he leaves the room and the rest of the team, except Natasha, follows after him.

The next day after school, Natasha came to pick you up and took you to the tower. You went up to the training room and once again took in all your surroundings. All of this felt like a dream to you, you couldn't believe that the Avengers wanted to train YOU. "You can get dressed into your training clothes in there and then we can start with your first training." Natasha said as she directed you to the bathroom.

The first training was something to experience. You were tossed from one side to another, making your head spin, you were punched and kicked and bent into awkward and uncomfortable positions - if this was the first training, you didn't even want to know how the next one, or the one after that, or the one after that would turn out. When you returned home, exhausted and sweaty you took a shower and immediately started on your homework and assignments that had to be done the next day, you were so busy that you even forgot to eat something and barely got some sleep.

Your days continued like this for at least a month. Your brutal training sessions included 4 hours of training directly after school, then one break of 10 minutes to eat, drink and catch a breath and another grueling 3 hours of training. By the time you got home it was nearly 21:30 and then you still had to complete all of your homework and assignments. By the time you were ready for bed it was 02:00 in the morning and you would get three and a half hours of sleep, before the next cycle of exhaustion started.

But the end of this routine was in sight, you just didn't know it yet. You were currently in your third hour of training with Natasha for the day and to say you were tired would have been an understatement. You couldn't dodge any of her punches, grab any of her kicks or maneuver yourself out of the death grips she held you in. "You're slacking" Natasha said sternly but yet concern covering her features. "I'm sorry, I guess I'm just really tired, but we should keep going, my break is in an hour, then I can rest" You said, not wanting to sound weak. You were given this internship and you were not going to disappoint Tony for giving you the spot. Surely if you had told Natasha about your lack of sleep and little eating she would have given you more breaks and less hours of training, but you never told her and that is why you were in this never ending cycle of enervation.

"Y/N, you should go home and sleep, we can continue tomorrow" Natasha spoke. "No, I'm fine, I can do this...please" You almost begged. The proposal of Natasha sounded so welcoming, but you couldn't stop now, you had to keep on training, you had to prove to them that you are worthy of being an Avenger. Natasha gave in and you both got into your fighting stances and you began training again. No matter how hard you tried to concentrate on dodging the punches, you just couldn't and one last medium blow to your jaw sealed the deal.

Your vision went form clear to blurry, decorated in black spots dancing in your eyesight. A wave of nausea hit you harder than a punch from the strongest super soldier. You could vaguely hear Natasha calling your name, almost as if you were underwater, before the earth started slipping from underneath you, though the fall didn't come. Your mentor, friend and motherly figure, Natasha, caught you in her arms milliseconds before your skull collided with the earth's lithosphere. Maybe she called your name again, but you didn't know. You were in good hands and let the unconsciousness consume you.

After you fainted, Natasha ordered FRIDAY to notify Bruce to get to the infirmary and rushed with you still tight in her arms to Bruce. Once she got there and put you on the hospital bed she told Bruce everything she knew: "We were training, but she wasn't dodging any of my punches or blocking my kicks so I told her she's slacking and she just told me that she's really tired. Then I told her to go home, but she wanted to keep on training and the next I know she starts falling to the ground" Natasha says trying to get her breath back. "Did she hit her head?" Bruce asks, concern of a concussion crossing his mind "No, I caught her right before she hit the ground" Natasha says with a proudness in her voice. "Okay, I'll stabilize her and then I'll do a few test on her to see if there are any other factors aside from tiredness that could have caused it." Bruce said getting to work.

Why is it so bright? When did I change my alarm sound? Am I even in my bed right now? These thoughts were all crossing your mind when you first got your consciousness back. The bright fluorescent lights were making it near impossible for you to open your eyes and you could only get as far as a squint before closing your eyes again. After a few more minutes your slowly open your eyes again trying to grow accustomed to the brightness. You let out a groan when you finally open your eyes fully and see that you are hooked up to all sorts of tubes and a heart monitor

"You're awake" Bruce says in a cheery tone, happiness apparent on his face. "What happened?" You croak out from your parched throat, furrowing your brows as you try to remember how you ended up in the infirmary. "You passed out while training with Natasha" Bruce answers, but the look on his face tells you that he wants to ask you something but he's to afraid to hear the answer. "There's something you're not telling me" You say, slightly scared at what he might say What if they don't want me as an intern anymore... "I promise I'll get back to training as soon as possible, please just don't take the internship away from me" You ramble quickly. "Is that why you haven't been eating or sleeping enough? Are you afraid that we won't like you or take the internship from you?" Bruce asks concerned

"No, well kinda yes....but no." You answer not sure how to approach the doctor in front of you "I'm going to need more than that Y/N" Bruce says, arms crossed over his chest. Just before you can start explaining Natasha walks into the room. The moment she sees you awake she rushes to your side and gives you a warm, comforting hug, but careful enough to not rip any tubes from your skin. "I'm so glad you're awake, how are you feeling?" She asks. She would never show this side - the soft side - of her to anyone, but you brought out the best in her. "I'm a bit tired, but I don't have any pain" You say. "She was just about to tell me why she hasn't been eating enough, but now that you're here and you're her trainer, she can tell both of us" Bruce says giving you a stern, disapproving look.

"It's not that I wanted to starve myself, I just didn't have time to eat." Natasha makes herself comfortable on the foot of your bed as you continue "Since I started with the internship I haven't had the best routine. I would wake up at 05:30 in the mornings to get ready for school, after school I would come here and immediately start training, then in my 10 minute break I would eat something for the first time that day, then get back to training. Then when I got home, I would take a shower and start with my homework and assignments, usually I'd finish at about 01:50 in the mornings and then I would brush my teeth and go to bed."

"Why didn't you say something Y/N? I could've changed your training schedule for you" Natasha says "I didn't want you guys to think that I couldn't handle all this and then I would never be able to become an Avenger" You say out of defeat "We already know you can handle all of this, what's important now is that you focus on living healthy once again, okay?" Bruce asks "Okay... thank you guys"

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stellocchia · 3 years

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hi it’s th very long anon from last night back with another very long post. and yeah I 100% agree with what everyone’s saying. I just wanted to clear up two small things when I said “I’m sorry if you think he’s a good character” I meant that like towards any hypothetical people who think that, I knew you didn’t judging by all your recent posts lol. just wanted to say that caus I worded it confusingly

Also the main reason for this post is that when talking about people lore I still had hope for i completly forgot about quackity <\3 my beloved

but anyway the fact that I have dropped investment in so many characters I loved kind of goes to show the problem with recent lore (and for quite a few of them,,,, technos involvement) so here’s a few characters I used to absolutely love to make a point I guess

starting off strong with c!sam who used to be portrayed as a highly twisted but sympathetic man driven to cruel extremes to protect those he loves, while hurting them in the process. Who’s now been turned into evil bad guy for techno to lock up in prison for some reason. It’s tommy who should be directly tied up in this arc, not techno.

Next is c!techno who I used to think was really cool, funny, and extremely flawed. A hardened warrior with no morals who still manages to be easygoing and even friendly out side of battle. Someone who puts concepts over people, who has a very black and white extreme way of looking at things. Now he’s an annoying Mary Sue.

I’ve always found c!Ranboo a bit annoying but the way that we still haven’t gotten answers to mysteries that presented them selves a year ago kind of sucks and ruined all investment I had in his character. Especially because for a while there he just kept adding new ones with no real resolutions.

with c!Tubbo I’m sorry but I think his character started going down hill the moment he married c!Ranboo but you didn’t hear that from me- there was like a brief amount of time around c!tommys revival and the cookie outpost where he was cool again but that was so long ago it’s all blurry now.

And I just miss c!jack </3 please my boy come home from war

for c!niki I literally don’t know what the heck is going on with her character anymore but her joining up with techno was at least one of the very strange choices made for her.

There’s literally so many more which is sad but this is all I feel like talking about right now. I’m glad I’ve kinda started to semi move on to other things but for some reason it’s been so hard to completely break the ties. I guess cause things are always being updated and it’s still all over my socials. I’ve literally been here since 2020. I just want a good coherent conclusion but I guess that’s too much to ask

Yeah, there are a lot of characters I used to at least enjoy before and now are kinda meh.

Honestly, I still like c!Sam, because the way cc!Sam portrays him is still as a cool morally grey character. He's very based on certain things and I do love how extreme he can get in pursuit of what he believes to be the greater good. I'm sad they literally tried to do prison lore without two of the four main characters involved in it being mentioned (because bringing up c!Dream and c!Tommy would have made c!Techno look bad) which just made c!Sam's actions sound like they came out of nowhere, but he definitely recovered later with his lore with c!Dream.

I used to be a c!Techno apologist once, we all know how that ended, so moving on.

Honestly, I just wish cc!Ranboo was a bit more decisive with his lore. Because right now he dropped every single plotline he was involved in and that after a while just gets frustrating.

C!Tubbo used to be one of my favorites. He used to be cool and interesting and consistent, but, I'm gonna be honest, the drop in quality came with c!Tommy's death. The fandom tried its best to fit his lack of reaction in with his character, but there's only so much the fandom can patch up before the character start feeling like he truly just doesn't care.

I never was particularly into c!Niki, but she used to be really badass in season 1. Wish she kept some of that.

Either way, sadly dsmp still has me fully in its grip, I don't think I'm gonna leave this fandom any time soon, but, for the sake of my own enjoyment, I'm definitely gonna stop watching certain character's lore. It doesn't make sense to watch something if all I get from it is frustration anyway.

#anon ask #'long post'#dream smp critical

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ggreactionsandscenarios · 3 years

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Hello, may I request Loona reaction to their S/O coming home drunk/wasted at dawn, thanks <3

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Their s/o coming home drunk

Vivi

When she opened the door for you, you fell in the room face first, luckily she got an hold of your shoulders before you could meet the ground. She didn't need to be a genius to figure out you've been drinking, the smell strong enough to speak for itself. She helped you get to bed and made sure you had water and painkillers on your nightstand before going to sleep herself since she waited for you all night. Later she'll have a talk with you, she just want to make sure you're okay and that you didn't drank out of any negative thought. Either way she'll scold you, reminding you that even if alcohol wasn't consider a drug it was one and you must be careful with it.

Yves

Sooyoung has terrible ways of telling you it's time to stop drinking. It's been three nights in a row of you coming home not so sober and she'd decided it was time to stop. You woke up hungover and with a really bad smell hitting your nose. Yves was handing you a glass which you took thinking it was water, only to find out it was some liquor which you spit out immediately, the taste burning your throat.

"What the heck Yves ?"

"I guessed you'd like to drink some in the morning too since you decided to bring its smell all the way to our bed."

Jinsoul

Jinsoul watched you knock on the neighbour's door for a good ten minutes before taking your hand in hers, leading you to the right door. Since you were stumbling from left to right, she settled on holding you by the waist, keeping you upright.

"Fhfjjdb.."

"Yes baby, I'm taking you to bed."

Even through the gibberish Jinsoul understood what you were saying thanks to the thousand toothpaste conversations you had over the past years. As she got you in your pj's and under the blankets, Jinsoul started singing you a lullaby until you drifted to sleep.

Haseul

Sorry but Haseul would mock you, she finds it hilarious when you try to make a sentence but end up giving up out of frustration because you just can't form words anymore. You'll have her all attention, the TV show she was watching long forgotten when you enter the room tumbling and sat yourself next to her. She'll help you get rid of your shoes and would let you rest your head on her shoulder, caressing your hair gently.

"Do you want to go to bed already or are you up for a hot choco ?"

She'll make you two a cup of hot choco, bringing the marshmallows over at the same time before settling back on the couch, your head back on her shoulder where you'll fall asleep soon enough.

Kim lip

Jungeun would be pissed in a really terrifying way. Don't even try to talk to her, she'll shut you up with a glare. She's mad because as usual you didn't reply to her worried texts and no she doesn't care that your battery died. She can't stand passing her night worrying that something might have happened and imagining the worst scenarios when you were simply too drunk to find a way to warn her. When she'll come home later that day she'll give you a box, not saying anything but to use it. So you did, you used the key ring she offered you, not knowing it was actually a localisation device until years later. It did save you from bad situations a few times so you couldn't be mad about it anyway.

Chuu

When you tried to sneak back inside the house at 5am you really thought Jiwoo would still be asleep but you ended face to face with pouting lips and crossed arms. Your vision was a little bit too blurry to see if she was really furious or not, so you attempt on playing it cool.

"Hey b.."

"No."

Chuu was pissed, she didn't get her goodnight kiss, didn't get to sleep in your arms and her good morning kiss could now be forgotten, so she was definitely not in a good mood. Luckily she wasn't the scariest person when mad but still you'll have to make it right by her, prepare a fun activity to do together and she'll forget about it.

Heejin

"Had fun ?"

Your girlfriend handed you her famous hungover tea right when you entered the kitchen. You got home at 5am this morning, it was now two in the afternoon and Heejin was cooking dinner. When you mumbled that yeah you had fun but would never drink ever again, she just laughed. You say that everytime though there is always a next time. Heejin knew you didn't like to eat that much on hungover but she forced you too eat a little, using the fact that she made it to make you taste her food and it was delicious as always. She'll nag you a little saying that if your feet hurt it must be because you didn't dance with the right person and that next time you know who to invite.

Hyunjin

"Aeong !"

Like a cat Hyunjin was waiting for your return sat behind the door. She slept on the couch last night, hoping your arrival would wake her up and that she'll be able to welcome you. When she caught herself falling from the couch she woke up right away and decided it was better to wait while sitting in order not to miss the moment you'll come back. Once you'd finally come home she wouldn't believe her eyes so she'll pinch your arm instead. As you drunkly whine about it hurting she'll just take you into a bear hug.

Gowon

As much as she'd like to hate it when you come home drunk, Gowon just can't. Maybe it was because of the surprising boldness you express while drunk or maybe was it because of the cheesy pick up lines but she just can't stop herself from getting flustered. The fact that even under the influence of alcohol you try to hit on her, makes her smile. Of course she rather have you tell her you love her when sober but she is happy to be part of your thoughts at anytime. On the other hand she really likes her sleep so you better let her go back to it after your various confessions.

Olivia

Olivia couldn't care less that you went out with your friends, or at least she tried to make you think she didn't care. Luckily for her you were too drunk to see her waiting by the window. When you entered the bedroom, she had already took place in bed with a book, pretending not to be interested in you or what you were doing. Still she was picking at you from the corner of her eye as you got change in your pj's. Once you settled in bed, she'll pretend to have finished her reading and settled in your arms. But before falling to sleep you noticed something.

"Did you just pretend to read 'How to know you're gay ?' ?"

Choerry

Yerim loves to listen to your drunk stories, you're always so excited and messy while telling them. It honestly is hilarious but she doesn't just like to mock your way of getting excited about everything she also finds it terribly cute. However she'll listen to it all, even though it's way too early for anyone to be up for those kind of stories; smiling brightly at you all along. At some point she'll have enough of contemplating your face so she'll just shut you up with a kiss and bring you to bed. She needs to finish her night and you need to start yours.

Yeojin

"Why in hell wasn't I invited ?"

Yeojin would be clingy once you'll get back home, she won't admit it but she missed you. She'll whine about how you went partying without her, making you think it was only about having fun without her, when it was really about missing your presence. Even though you smell like shit and are still half drunk, she'll make you sit and would put her head on your lap, hugging your waist at the same time. There's no such thing as needing to pee or wanting food, right now you're not allowed to move. Consider it payback for letting her alone all night.

You got it, here is the request. Hope you liked it give feedbacks ❤- Ael

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amphxtrite · 4 years

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harry potter x fem!reader

warnings: ⚠️tw⚠️ suicide, substance abuse, blood, suicidal thoughts, alcohol, depression, anxiety, breakdowns, kissing, overall pure angst with a fluffy ending.

currently unedited please excuse grammatical mistakes

summary: A summer changes the girl harry potter fell in love with, leaving her with more pain than she’d ever admit.

a/n: there are many things in here that may be triggering, please consider the warnings before reading.

word count: 6k (writing this really helped get my feelings out)

taglist: @oldschoolkiddo

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enjoy <3

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Rushing down the Hogwarts halls, bags slung over your shoulder and sun shining through the windows, you scour the crowds of students leaving Hogwarts for summer vacation, trying to pick a familiar brunette with green eyes.

Rounding the corner, you spot three gryffindors chatting by a stone pillar and run towards them, crashing into one of the boy’s backs.

“Guess who?” You giggle, feeling Harry’s chest vibrate as he chuckles.

“Hm, I don’t know, is it Hagrid?” He teases, running his chin as Hermione grins. “Nope.” You laugh, popping the ‘p’

“Is it Dumbledore?” Harry tries again, placing his hand over yours and stroking his thumb over your fingers. “Afraid not lightning.”

“Well then, perhaps is it y/n?” Harry turns, wrapping you in his arms as you laugh and hug him back.

“Are you guys ready for summer?” You ask, glancing around at Hermione and Ron before glancing back at Harry.

They all bore similar expressions, small smiles with a ‘maybe’ face. You roll your eyes.

“Don’t tell me you’re off to save the world over summer too.” You sigh, releasing yourself from Harry’s arms and walking to Ron to give him a hug.

“We won’t get in too much trouble.” Ron chuckles, patting you on the back and letting you walk over to Hermione.

“We just never know at this point.” She shrugs, squeezing you tightly.

“Well I’ll meet you guys on the train!” You smile.

The ride back to your platform was as it always was, the trees whipped by and swayed. The sky was lined with puffy white clouds. The snack trolley passed and you bought yourself a chocolate frog and some ‘every flavour’ beans to share with your mom when you got home, a tradition as they were her favourite, and because she needed a little happiness with you off at school and your father gone.

Sitting back and sighing. The golden trio finally arrived at your cabin and told you about their summer plans. Hermione was travelling, Ron was staying home and Harry was staying with the Dursley’s until he could ‘find a reason to escape to the Weasley’s’ as he put it.

The train arrives at your stop and you grab your bags to leave.

“Write to me if you can, all of you, and I’ll see you next year.” You smile, walking back over to Harry and planting a quick kiss to his cheek, ruffling Ron’s hair and kissing Hermione’s forehead.

“Bye y/n!” Ron and Hermione chime.

“Bye thunder!” Harry calls as you turn again and wave. “Bye lightning, bye guys!” You smile, rushing off to the train.

“So you finally told her?” Ron chuckles, patting Harry on the back.

“What are you talking about?” Harry asks furrowing his eyebrows.

“We know you like her mate, and she just kissed you on the cheek!” Ron continues.

“W-Well maybe I do fancy her, but she gave Mione a kiss too!” Harry stammers, his face going as red as his uniform.

“That was platonic Harry, we can tell she likes you, lightning.” Hermione teases using your nickname for him.

“Listen, I don’t want to jump to conclusions and creep y/n out. She’s an amazing friend and I’d like it to stay that way.” Harry smiles, looking off into the distance to see you still walking away.

“Even if she does like you back?” Ron questions.

“Well you don’t know if she does.” Harry sighs, rolling his eyes.

Your eyes scan the station for your mother, swiveling your head back and forth to find her but only seeing other families being reunited with their children.

Pursing your lips you sigh and wait for a moment. Hoping and praying that this year would be different, and your mother would come running to you with open arms. Seconds fade to minutes, and soon the station is almost empty as excited parents rush home to hear about Hogwarts adventures.

You pull your luggage behind you as you walk to the front of the station and hail a muggle cab, leaning your head against the cool window as the pink skies shine above you, the driver makes no move for conversation, so your drive is silent, and when you finally reach your old house, you hand the man driving the rest of your muggle allowance and nod him goodbye.

Your house was looking as quiet and calm as you had left it.

The flowers you had planted last summer had wilted, the porch sat empty and the stairs still creaked as you approached the door. Home.

You smile as you turn your key in the lock and push open the door, setting your bags on the floor as you set out, candy in hand in search of your mother. The kitchen sat empty with only the soft hum of the refrigerator suggesting someone still lived here. The living room was empty, the old leather couch seemed to be collecting dust and the tv looked like an ancient artifact with the cobwebs strung on the sides. As you ascend the stairs to the second floor, you notice the blinds to every window suspiciously closed. Odd, your mother usually enjoyed watching the sunset.

The floorboards beneath you give high pitched creaks as you walk across the hallways, something you had always despised, especially as a child trying to sneak sweets in the early hours.

Pushing open your mothers bedroom, your eyebrows furrow as her bed laid neatly made, with not a thing out of place. The usual mess of pill bottles and plastic bottles had been cleaned, the pile of clothes had disappeared and she was still nowhere to be found. A sense of dread bubbles in the pit of your stomach as you push on, checking her closet and even your own room for your mom, but nothing.

You turn around with a plan to head to town and see if she was visiting the pharmacy for her pills again, or maybe the grocery store, heck, maybe she had stopped at the corner store for cigarettes again. You turn to shrug on a jacket and leave, but as you reach for the front door knob again, your head snaps up and your blood runs cold.

“No, no, no. Please no.” You repeat to yourself, running up the stairs with tears in your eyes and you approach the one room you had yet to check. The one place your head told you she was, but your heart refused to believe. There was no way it could be true. She’d be opening the door right now, the sound of keys clattering on the table in the kitchen would alert you she was there. She’d say, “I’m sorry I couldn’t pick you up, work was awful today.” And she’d proceed to pull out her groceries so you could prepare your favourite meal together, after dinner you would sit on the couch and you’d tell her all about your school girl crush on Harry Potter and she’d tease you as she popped a jelly bean into her mouth and give you the best motherly advice you could ask for. You pause at the closed door and pause, waiting for the door to open, waiting for the sound of footsteps, even the sound of breathing, anything.

You’re met with silence, and in the exact two hundred and sixteen seconds you stood outside the bathroom door, tears began to cloud your vision as you finally opened the door, counting another ten seconds before opening your eyes.

The first thing you saw was your mother, eyes closed and face unusually pale as she lay in the bathtub, and for a moment, you almost convinced yourself she had fallen asleep.

That is until your eyes trailed down her body, and where the water turned red. You drop the jellybeans and everything goes blurry.

“No…” You whimper incredulously, not realizing you had fallen to your knees until the pain in your legs registered and your eyes flooded. Her skin was littered with scars, ones she obtained from her job, harmless ones that healed with time. Beside them were what you cried for. Large, angry gashes that covered her wrists and stole the life from her.

Your face contorts into a hateful cry as you scream, pain flooding your entire being as the metallic sting of blood floods your nose and you gag.

Words seem to blur together, a mixture of ‘why’ and ‘come back, please.’ Seemed to be the only ones that came out coherently as you collapse and slam your fists repeatedly against the floor.

“Mommy, why did you do this? Why did you leave me?” You sob softly, hesitantly touching her face, ice cold to the touch, a quick check of her pulse showed she was gone, but you could tell from the colour still draining from her face that this was recent. Another choked sob escapes your lips as you turn away from her and spot something sitting on the bathroom sink. A letter.

You scramble to grab it and tear it open.

Y/n, if you’re reading this, you’ve gotten home safely and seen me by now. Please know this isn’t your fault love, I just couldn’t bear this anymore. You know that ever since your father left I’ve struggled, you were the only reason I still wanted to stay alive baby, but it’s too much. Everyday I wake up and I have no reason to stay. I was fired not too long ago, lost all my friends to my absence, and lost everything.

Please forgive me. I love you so much, angel, and I’m so so proud of you, I’m resting now baby. I’m finally free.

The paper starts to crinkle as your hands tighten to fists, your tears spill like rivers down your face and your breathing grows rapid as your head falls into your hands.

“P-Please don’t go… You’re all I have, I-I can’t lose you.” You sob, pushing her hair back against her forehead in the soothing manner she had always done for you.

“Please, please, please. I can’t lose you mom… I-I still haven’t told you about this boy at school, t-the test I aced in potions even though professor Snape hates me, all the house points I got, mom there's still so much I have to tell you…” You sniffle, pressing a kiss to her head as you sit back on your heels and push the tears from your eyes to no avail.

“I got your-your every flavoured beans mom, I was hoping we could share them as I told you, maybe I would get an earwax one and you would laugh.” You stutter as the tears flood your eyes again. “I miss your laugh so much mom, please, can I hear it one more time.” You beg, refusing to move from your spot on the floor next to your mother, holding her head in your arms as you begged and prayed for her to come back, going as far as to try and perform magic to heal her wounds and bring her back.

But even magic couldn’t bring her back, and she’d want more for you than to be expelled for uselessly trying to save her.

Eventually the metallic scent became more than you could bear, you pushed yourself away, swallowing your sobs and closing the door behind you. You had no clue what you were going to do with her, but that would be a problem you’d face another day. Your breathing began to race, your heart pounded a million miles a second and the overwhelming feeling of being trapped settled around you, squeezing you into a box you could not escape from, pushing from all sides until you were clawing at yourself to escape your imagined prison.

It was too much. You run down the hallway to your mother’s room and collapse in front of her cabinet, trembling as you tug open the bottom drawer and grab a small cylindrical container with her name on it.

You knew this was a terrible idea, these were strong muggle painkillers meant to help a grown adult, not a teen.

But the looming dread was too much to ignore, too much to bear, too much to even think about. Your mother’s lifeless body flashed through your head, painfully embedding itself into every inch of your memory until it burned.

You pour an unknown amount into your hand and throw them into your mouth, swallowing them dry and collapsing onto the floor in a fit of anger at your actions and pain. Pain so blinding it swallowed your rage, filling your entire being with a convulsing sadness, and as the meds began to kick in, an artificial peace.

New sunlight shines through the closed blinds onto your closed eyes and you finally stir, sitting upright holding your head in your hands, clueless for a moment what you were doing on the floor. Scanning the room, the burning memory hits you like a punch to the face and you freeze, resisting the urge to empty whatever sat in your stomach onto the floor.

“What am i going to do?” You murmur to yourself, glancing around helplessly for something, someone to hold on too, but alas, you sit alone, clutching a pill bottle in your hands.

You eventually snapped to your senses, called a muggle ambulance to help you get your mother out of the tub and before you knew it, you were standing in a flowerless field as two workers lowered your mother into the ground. They offered you condolences and convincing frowns, but to them this was just another job. One more person laid to rest, no care to know what tragic story was buried in the heart of the one person standing at the funeral.

They left without a word you stood at the headstone, engraving the image into your mind.

‘m/n l/n, finally at peace.’

You convinced yourself reading those carved words would have your feelings set in stone. She was at peace now, finally free from her suffering. But it wasn’t that simple, how could it be?

The last family you had ever known was gone, ripped from your arms and held so far above you, there was no possible way you could reach her.

You trudged back home with a permanent feeling of dread looming over you, again your heart begged to have the pain lifted, even for a moment, just to feel alright. And there was only one way you could think of.

“This always helped take the edge off her…” You murmur, digging through your mother’s drawer again to find an untouched box of cigarettes sitting at the bottom.

“This will help…” You convince yourself, taking the box and standing again, slowly trudging out the front door and sitting on the front porch.

“Everything’s gonna be okay.” You murmur lifting a cigarette to your lips and lighting it like you’d seen your mother do many times before.

Inhaling deeply, you barely flinch as the smooth taste of smoke coats your throat. You exhale as you look up into the sky and sigh, it was going to be a long summer.

It almost became an immediate response for stress to pull a cigarette from your pocket and stick it in your mouth, you didn’t particularly enjoy it, but in a twisted way, the smell reminded you of your mother, and you clutched onto anything that reminded you of her.

When you didn’t have cigarettes you turned to alcohol, your mother hadn’t been much of a drinker, but gifts of different drinks were common when her friends came over were common, and they sat untouched in a cabinet in the basement.

The taste of many of them were bitter, but if you drank enough the taste simply didn’t matter and the buzz took over.

Letters from your friends slowly piled on your window as owls came and went as you threw back fire whiskey and stared into space talking to yourself and shooing away the owls who stared at you strangely before flapping away.

When you weren’t at home you went into the small town nearby and bought anything advertised to take the pain away, no one seemed to pay you any mind, many seemed to be going through it as well, to caught up in their own realities to give a shit about a girl buying sleep medication and painkillers, no matter how strong.

You dove deeper into your pain, taking something every night to lull away the nightmares and ignore the pain. Drinking and smoking in the day to cover the tears and help you forget for a couple hours.

Some days were better than others, when you could just sit outside and enjoy the fresh summer air, but others your anxiety caged you up and you did anything to escape.

One late August afternoon a snowy white owl lands beside you on your front porch as you twiddle your thumbs and hum softly.

It drops the letter directly onto your lap and waits staring up at you expectantly as if asking you to open the envelope and read it to them.

“Alright, I get the message.” You yawn, sitting up and ripping the paper off the top of the letter and pulling a piece of parchment into your hand.

You clear your throat and begin, “dear y/n..

I hope you’re doing well, you haven’t responded to any of my letters yet and I’ve been very worried, Ron and Hermione have told me you haven’t been answering them either and we’re all hoping you’re safe. School’s starting up again and I’m looking forward to seeing you, take care.

Harry Potter.”

The owl looks at you again, and you wondered if it actually thought you were going to respond.

“Sorry pal, I’m not writing anything back. Here, for your troubles.” You nod, placing three knuts in front of the bird. The snowy owl looked down at the money oddly before ruffling his feathers and flying away, leaving you alone once again.

“Harry.” You sigh, sipping on a glass of water. You had completely forgotten you had promised to write to your friends over the summer, almost forgotten your life completely as you tried to focus on keeping yourself alive.

“What the fuck am I going to do?” You sigh, setting down your cup and resting your head against your knees.

Summer blew by much faster once you realized how close the first day back really was, but there you were standing in the empty street hailing a cab to travel back to your station.

You pull your sweater closer to you as your leg shakes furiously and your breathing grows rapidly blowing through every possible bad scenario that crosses your mind. The disappointed faces of your old friends, laughter, teasing, each thought clouds your thoughts. A cold sweat breaks out and you can almost feel yourself slipping when a voice pulls you out.

“Um, miss? We’re here.” The cab driver says, glancing back at you worried.

“O-Oh, thank you.” You clear your throat, handing him his payment and stepping out of the car and grabbing your suitcase.

Taking a deep breath you wipe the sweat from your forehead and walk to the magical platform, bracing yourself as always before stepping through the brick border.

Loud and bustling, you quietly walk towards the Hogwarts Express, but instead of walking to your usual compartment where you knew the golden trio would be sitting you strode all the way down to the back of the train and sat in an empty seat.

Glancing around, you make sure the coast is clear before pulling out a cigarette and lighting it, instantly feeling a rush of relief as you take a deep breath in and out.

You watched as the trees disappeared behind the window and the sky shone above, but it didn’t feel right. You didn’t get the usual rush of excitement and joy, in fact you almost felt worse the closer you got to Hogwarts. You close the blinds hurriedly and sit back in your seat.

“No I-I’m sure I saw her come this way.” A voice calls out not too far from you.

“Harry, We’ve been down this way three times already!”

Harry.

“Fuck.” You whisper, pulling the hood of your sweater over your head and keeping your eyes trained on the floor.

“Mate we gotta get changed into our uniforms, we’ll see her at the feast.” Ron sighs, probably pulling Harry away as their voices fade away and you’re left alone again.

You curse yourself for hiding. Why were you hiding from the people you loved? What were you so afraid of?

The answer lay plain as day, no matter how hard you tried to ignore it.

You were afraid of them seeing you like this. Broken down, exhausted, and with a cigarette sticking past your lip.

That did remind you, your uniform.

Covering the compartment windows with your jacket, you quickly swap your hoodie for your collared shirt and a tie. Running a brush through your hair you menatlly prepare yourself to re-enter your life, a life that no longer seemed like yours. Stepping off the Hogwarts express, it felt like you were seeing your past life, a flash of familiarity you no longer knew, a warmth you could recognize that was no longer for you.

You recoil softly at the shiver running down your spine, but push forwards, walking along surrounded by the sea of students.

Reaching where the carriages usually were, you look up expecting the usual strangeness of being pulled by an invisible force, but stumble backwards at the sight of a dark, nightmarish horse standing before you.

It’s eyes seemed to narrow, glaring daggers at you that seemed to pierce your very soul. You quickly climb into a carriage with some random students and stare out the windows the entire ride.

Their quiet chatter is drowned out by your thoughts, coming up with a way to avoid the golden trio at all cost seemed to be a top priority, followed by the need to down some firewhisky to get your mind off everything.

You kept repeating to yourself everything would be okay, just make it up the stairs, around the pillars, dodge anyone that seemed to be walking in your direction and hurry up to your dormitory. Collapsing into the bed that was now called yours you sigh and bunch the blankets into your fists and breathe properly for the first time since you left your house. Your roommates had yet to show and you were grateful for the alone time. Your hands finally stopped shaking, your sweat finally stopped and your breathing evened. You finally work up the strength to unzip your suitcase and pull the small container of firewhiskey you had brought out of your bag. You unscrew it and take a small sip, allowing the burning liquid to slowly take your edge off and calm you down. You sat for a moment nursing the bottle against your lips, contemplating whether or not it would be smart to go down to the great hall for the feast. You were starving and needed food, but you couldn’t face anyone in this state. Glancing at your faint reflection on the window you swallow at the unfamiliarity of the person staring back at you. Where had the happy girl you once were gone? And who was the stranger you were looking at? Your summer had been restless and difficult, of course. But had it really been enough to shake you to the point you didn’t recognize yourself?

What a stupid question. You almost laugh to yourself, tilting your head back again and drinking a little more. Drinking was supposed to take your mind off your situation, not have you overthink even more.

After a while of sitting and glaring out the window you finally pick yourself up, tuck away your firewhiskey and straighten your uniform. You make your way down towards the great hall, walking slowly down the halls you used to run through. Staring in boredom at the carvings and paintings on the wall you used to admire with awe. Keeping your mouth shut when you used to laugh down these corridors.

Finally reaching the great hall the sorting ceremony was still in full swing, playing as a distraction while you slipped to your table.

You sit and nod hello to the students surrounding you, giving them empty excuses on why you were late, and half-heartedly listening to their stories.

Your only thought at the moment was to eat and keep your head down, become invisible if you must.

Harry glances around the great hall anxiously looking for your face. He had barely touched his food, hardly clapped at the new students being sorted into their houses, barely talked to Hermione and Ron as they watched Harry worriedly.

Harry had only one thought on his mind, find you. See if you were alright, hug you in his arms and tell you he missed you, ask you about your summer and ask you to Hogsmeade like he was too afraid to last year. He had so much planned, all he was missing was you.

Just as Ron opens his mouth to tell Harry to quit for a moment and just eat, he catches sight of familiar h/c hair. Longer than he remembered, but no doubtebly yours. Standing in a hurry Harry runs off leaving Ron and Hermione confused, glancing over to see where the brunette had run off to.

Your head snaps up as you hear footsteps approach you and just in time you see Harry running towards you. His green eyes were alight in joy. His tousled brown hair was shorter and he looked older, more mature. Your heart drops as you frantically try and hide your face. He couldn’t see you like this, what on earth would he think?

“Y/n, there you are I’ve been looking for you!”

Bloody hell, his voice had gotten deeper too. Still holding that boyish grin that you loved so much.

“Y/n? A-Are you okay?”

Go away. You pleaded in your head, refusing to look up into the green eyes you’d fallen for.

Harry refuses to give up and attempts to reach out and take your hand.

His skin makes contact with yours and you flinch away, finally giving in and removing your hands from your face.

“What do you want?” You snap unintentionally, cringing inwardly at what you had just done.

“I-I just wanted to say hi-- are you alright?-” Harry asks furrowing his eyebrows, was that firewhiskey he smelled on your breath?

“I’m fine, could you please leave me alone?” Your voice is softly this time, but still with a cold edge.

Harry’s eyes blink in confusion, as he glances around and open and closes his mouth like a fish out of water. This was not the reunion he was expecting, heck this didn’t seem like you at all. Regardless, he nods and slowly walks away, looking back every now and again to see you holding your head in your hands and eventually standing and leaving in a huff, were those tears he saw streaming down your eyes?

“Did you find her mate?” Ron asks as Harry takes a seat.

“Yeah-yeah. Listen, something's wrong.” Harry states, explaining the confrontation he had with you. Slowly the two other gryffindors expressions fade to concern as well.

“And you’re sure it was firewhiskey?” Hermione questions, pursing her lips.

“I’m afraid so, I-I don’t know what to do.” Harry sighs defeated.

“Give her some time, perhaps she just had a bad day?” Ron suggests.

“Sounds more like a horrible summer.” Hermione sighs, worried for her friend.

“I’m gonna go look for her, I don’t want her alone at a time like now.” Harry nods, not waiting for his friend’s reactions before running off to find you.

“Stupid, stupid, stupid!” You curse yourself, unsure where you were running too. You simply follow your feets as you angrily wipe tears from your eyes and cry in the empty hallways. As you run the image of Harry’s shocked face plays over and over again in your head, taunting you, trying to prove to you what kind of person you had become. Your feet lead you down another corridor and before you know it you’re climbing up a flight of stairs and fighting for breath while digging your fingers into your hands to keep yourself from sobbing to loudly. You had let him down. You had let everyone you love down, you let your mother down, you let yourself down. Maybe if you had spent more time at home your mother would have found a reason to stay, if you just didn’t go to the magic school and stayed with her she’d be alive and there to guide you. You miss her so much everyday. You collapse onto the cool ground of what must have been the astronomy tower you glance down at your hands and realize you’ve been squeezing too tight and hot blood is beginning to flow down your palm. You gag as the sight brings you back to the beginning of the summer. The start of your hell. Instinctively you pull a cigarette from your pocket and bring it to your lips, lighting it and before you know what you’re doing, walking to the edge of the tower.

There wasn’t anything left for you here. Your mother was gone, you had successfully avoided your friends and the person you loved had seen you for who you truly were. You were ready, and you couldn’t think of any place you’d rather go then your favourite place at Hogwarts.

The place you’d spent so many nights gazing at the stars. The place you’d realized you had fallen in love, looking into the green eyes of Harry Potter while watching the planets shine above you and the stars twinkle.

Harry, the person you were so excited to tell your mother about. The boy who made you smile and laugh every day you were with him. You would miss him. Miss his smile, his tousled hair you loved to play with, miss his voice.

As you take one final drag from your cigarette, your feet just over the edge, you look up towards the sky. You see the moon shining, the trees swaying in the distance, nature in all it’s peace, calling to you.

A feeling like your mother’s arms wraps around you, and for a moment you can see her, feel her. “I’m coming mom, we’ll be together soon.”

Taking a step forward you look down at the ground, almost smiling softly before looking back up at the sky, where you’d join your mom and--

“Y/n!” A pair of real arms wrap around you and pull you away from the edge. Squeezing you against their chest and sobbing into your hair.

Why were they crying? Why weren’t you with your mother yet…?

“Y/n what are you doing?”

Harry. You realize, and as he raises his head and you come eye to eye, you see his eyes clouding with hot tears behind his glasses. You lift your hand and wipe them.

“Why are you crying?” You ask, dropping your hand again and realizing you had accidentally smeared blood on his face.

“I-I could have lost you! What were you doing so close to the edge?” Harry asks, pleading for answers as he holds you close against him.

“Isn’t it obvious?” You smile as though he had just asked the silliest thing.

“There’s nothing left here for me. My mother’s gone, she killed herself when I got home for summer. My dad left us when I was just a baby. I’ve managed to get Ron and Hermione to stop worrying and you’ll never like me back.” You sigh, looking down at your hands and reaching into your pocket again.

“What? Y/n, I-I’m so sorry.” Harry murmurs, placing his forehead against yours as you raise a cigarette to your lips.

“S’ alright.”

Harry’s eyes widen and he slaps the cigarette from your lips.

“You’re drinking and smoking?” He shouts.

“I’ve got painkillers and sleep medication too, anything that’ll get my mind off things.” You shrug, struggling in Harry’s arms as you try and escape.

“Y/n, these things are going to kill you!”

“Good! Maybe I want to die Harry! Maybe I can’t take being alone anymore, and maybe I know these things will kill me so I use them. I want to see her again Harry! I want to not be alone, I want to erase everything I saw, I want to be me again.” You cry, lifting your hands to your face and using your bloody hands to wipe your tears away.

“But I can’t! I still go back to smoking, drinking, using pills to take the pain away and I still. Can’t. Forget!” You continue, bawling into Harry’s shoulder as he holds you.

“I don’t want to do this anymore. I can’t do this anymore.” You shriek, trying again to escape Harry’s grip, but he refuses to let go.

“Darling look at me.”

You don’t stop.

“Please Y/n, just look at me.” Hary pleads again.

When you don’t stop this time, he finally gives in and leans towards you. Ignoring the blood, tears and taste of smoke, to press his lips to yours.

You freeze and Harry keeps himself there. Waiting for your breathing to even out and your heartbeat to stop racing.

Your eyes close and you pause as Harry finally pulls away and takes your face into his hands.

“Y/n, you mother wouldn’t have wanted her daughter to go like this. She would’ve wanted you to be happy and live the life she never had. Darling, from the way you’d always talk about her I know she loves you very much, she doesn’t want you to die.” Harry murmurs pressing a kiss to your eyes and nose.

“Ron and Hermione were worried about you y/n, they just respect your privacy and didn’t want to intrude.” He continues drying you tears with his thumb and peppering kisses down your cheeks.

“They love and care for you so much love. They don’t want you to die.”

Harry pauses for a moment and lifts your lips to his, this time deepening the kiss and moving your lips in sync with his.

“And I… I’m in love with you y/n. I wish I’d had the guts to tell you sooner but I was always too nervous.”

“But look at me now Harry. I’m a mess. I-I’m not the same person.” You murmur, trying to avoid his intense gaze.

“Y/n nothing could ever change the fact I love you. You lost your mother, you can’t expect yourself to just be alright.” Harry sighs.

“I still get nightmares about my parents, I see them collapse and have the life drained from them in mere moments.”

“Y/n after everything, you’re my light. You’re what keeps me motivated everyday to keep going. And I’m not going to let my light die if I could have stopped it.”

You pause and choke back a sob as you glance up into Harry’s eyes and once again melt into the soft green.

“I’m here for you darling, always and forever, whenever you need me, whatever you need, we’ll support each other.” Harry smiles.

This time you engage the kiss, grateful as you relish in the pure moment of happiness.

“Thank you Harry.” You smile weakly.

“Now why don’t you tell me about your mom?” Harry suggests, sitting you down and pulling his wand out of his pocket.

As you ramble on about childhood stories, funny jokes and happy memories Harry smiles and listens, healing your hands and holding them in his.

You spend the rest of the evening laying against his shoulder and gazing up at the stars. Harry places kisses against your head, cheeks and nose every now and again, and even though you knew there was still a long road to walk before you could truly say you felt change, you smiled a little and realized.

Nature wasn’t calling you join it, it was reminding you of the beauty you would be missing. The stars weren’t inviting you up, they were shining to show all the wonders you loved.

And your mother wasn’t embracing you from afar to push you forwards, she was edging you back. Back into Harry’s arms.

#harry potter x reader #harry potter angst #harry potter imagine #harry potter #harry potter x you #harry potter x y/n #angst

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5. “You fainted…straight into my arms. You know, if you wanted my attention you didn’t have to go to such extremes.”

Midoriya can handle most things, pretty well. With his built pain tolerance, he’s able to withstand and undergo even the most agonizing experiences, that surely many other would have fell dead to.

Though, the blood bank begs to differ.

Bouncing his leg rapidly, Midoriya waits inside one of the school’s nursing beds. The curtains surround him entirely, as Doctor Chiyo has her trustee phlebotomist deal with Mineta, his paired partner from seating arrangements.

As hero students, they are expected to help donate their blood to the people in need. And, I’m pairs, they have been sent to Doctor Chiyo’s office to get their blood drawn.

‘Sent to my demise’, Midoriya thinks.

He has been waiting for awhile now. But, it seems as if both the technician and Mineta are now chatting with each other, delving deep into their shared interests and the medical field.

Well, it’s more like Mineta’s uncomfortably trying to pressure the technician into giving him her number, to learn more about the human body. And, she’s rejecting him, hard.

In truth, Midoriya doesn’t mind being holed up here. He’s actually hoping those two can continue their conversation, so he can sneak right out.

Because, being a blood type O means that Midoriya has to undergo a long blood draw, unlike most. One that always leaves him utterly dizzy and sick to his stomach. Heck, just thinking about it is leaving him already unsettled, anxious once more.

And, the longer he goes unnoticed, the higher chance he could step out of the nurse’s office, and head back to class. Unharmed.

The front curtains loudly slide open, and Midoriya’s abruptly met with sharp red eyes, taken aback right back at him. “K-Kacchan?” Midoriya coughs out.

For a split second, Bakugou’s face is completely slackened, surprise softening his sharp features. But then, it disappears in an instant, a pointed, glaring expression settles, instead.

“Hey, Midoriya!” Hagakure’s gloved hand peeks over his shoulders, waving wildly in the air. “Aizawa thought you two would be done already, so he sent us out over for our blood draws!”

Oh. Midoriya nods, and quickly reverts his attention back to Bakugou.

Bakugou clicks his tongue, gaze already turned away. “You said this was empty, extra.” He grumbles under his breath. Hagakure awkwardly laughs.

Mineta steps out behind the two classmates, though a fairly round red bump is evident on his forehead. “Sorry for the hold up! I didn’t mean to go over your time, Midoriya.”

And, just like that, the sinking feeling drops his heart down to the foot of the bed. “O-Oh, that’s okay! No worries!”

“I promise I’ll let Aizawa know you’re still in here.” Mineta reassures him, before stepping out of the office.

“I call dibs!” Hagakure giggles, rushing immediately to the available nurse’s bed across the office, left by Mineta. She hurriedly closes her curtains, leaving behind Bakugou to wait by Midoriya’s.

It all happens so fast after that. Bakugou gives him one last look, scanning all over his face, before he steps aside. Both Doctor Chiyo and her technician shuffle inside, greeting him and offering their sorry’s for the delay.

Midoriya’s asked many questions, all of which he he answers, with a tremor in his voice. His lifestyle. His health. His quirk. His possible risks for infections.

The phlebotomist inquires if he’s eaten, before arriving. And, other than last night’s dinner, Midoriya knows he’s eaten a couple of apple slices during breaks.

So, he says he has.

And just like that, he’s suddenly asked to roll up his sleeve. “I’m going to wipe the inside of your arm down with an alcohol pad. But, after that, I’m going to tightly tape you up, and insert the needle.” She states nonchalantly.

Midoriya wants to vomit.

And, he starts getting already light headed, by the time the technician starts to slide in her gloves, with Doctor Chiyo directing her towards the side tray they have their supplies.

One of which, was the long needle and its tube end, teasing him.

A nudge to his shoulder blinks Midoriya out of focus. He looks over, only to be surprised to see Bakugou has seated himself close, right next to him.

Before he can breath out anything, Bakugou narrows his eyes. “Your face is pale and you’re shaking.” He huffs out, in a whisper. “You’ve dealt with worse, you know.”

Midoriya rolls his eyes. “It’s still scary.”

“Well, it shouldn’t be. Now, that you’re not dealing with it alone.”

Midoriya feels the corner of his wobbly lips upturn. He feels fluttery. “Thanks.” He mumbles back.

“So, because you are a type O,” the technician speaks over them, alerting both of their attention back to the matter at hand. “We’re going to try and take as much as we can from you. If you start feeling weak and dizzy, please let us know.”

Sweat builds up at the collar of his neck. “Y-Yeah. Okay.” He barely wheezes out.

A gloved hand pulls his forearm taunt, with the other holding to the needle. “I promise it won’t hurt.”

It always does. Midoriya simply nods.

He looks away to avoid staring at the puncture, but he nevertheless feels when the needle pricks his skin, deep. It wells a blurry vision in his eyes, and it causes his entire body to cease tight.

However, Bakugou’s hand is on his shoulder, rubbing side to side. Midoriya desperately tries to focus on that comforting pressure, instead of the odd one at his forearm.

He always wishes the blood drawing could end in seconds, but that’s only wishful thinking.

Yet, Midoriya doesn’t realize he’s losing conscious until Bakugou’s trying to jostle him upright. His hand on his shoulder is now suddenly on his back, supporting him fully.

Actually, Midoriya’s body is slacking, moving off to the side of the bed.

Midoriya barely hears Doctor Chiyo calling out his name, and suddenly, his vision goes black.

When he opens his eyes, Midoriya notices both the phlebotomist and Doctor Chiyo are no longer at his left. The side tray is missing, and instead of a needle inserted into his arm, there’s a bandage covering the site.

“You fainted.” Bakugou deadpans.

Midoriya sighs, shifting his gaze to his right. Of course, he did. “For how long?” He asks over to him.

Bakugou shrugs, pulling up his sleeve. An identical bandage was wrapped around his forearm. “Enough for them to steal my fucking blood.”

“They take your blood.” Midoriya corrects, smiling ever so slightly. “They steal mine.”

“Not my fault you won the damn blood lottery.”

“Well, I doubt it’s winning, when I hate every second of it.”

A thought visibly passes through Bakugou, and immediately he deep digs into his pockets. Midoriya wants to ask, but he’s already hit smacked in the face with it.

Flopped down at his lap is a huge plastic wrapped cookie. Chocolate chip. Scrumptious.

“The old hag said to eat that, before you start walking.” Bakugou mentions, clicking his tongue in annoyance. “Something about eating sugar to wake you up.”

Midoriya feels his smile widen. “You’re being awfully nice today.”

“It’s from the damn doctor and that bitch ass assistant.” Bakugou grumbles.

Though, he doesn’t deny what Midoriya just said. It makes him bubbly inside. “You say that, but you could have went back to class.” He states, as he starts pulling the wrapper apart.

“How? You fainted straight into my arms.”

The plastic breaks, in sync to the blush that breaks out throughout his face. “No, I didn’t!” Midoriya incredulously insists.

“Yeah, you did.” Bakugou snorts, sitting himself up in his chair. He gets up, only to lean in close to Midoriya’s space. “You know, if you wanted my attention you didn’t have to go to such extremes.”

A whistling echoes inside his ears, as Midoriya tries to defend himself. “I-I wouldn’t want your attention this way, Kacchan.” He stutters out, though the wave in his voice doesn’t make it sound at all confident.

Bakugou pinches the side of his cheek. “Look at you. The rest of your blood is flowing up to your dumb face.”

He knows Bakugou’s only mocking him, but it still makes his poor, whipped heart somersault. “S-Stop looking, then.”

“Nah.” Midoriya feels the pinch let go, though instead Bakugou stares at him, fully. “S’cute.”

And, Bakugou leaves him just like that. Mentions he’s going back to class. Promises to share his notes with Midoriya. Meet up in the common room, after class. And, eat up his damn, shitty cookie.

It takes a long moment for Midoriya to process what exactly Bakugou said, before all that. And, when Midoriya does, he short circuits terribly.

#star responds #it's literally canon that midoriya has blood type o #& hence all the blood banks want him ASAP #plus i wanted to write something dumb & silly for this prompt !!#hope you two are fullfilled of some bkdk love #bakudeku #anon #lilycristalwolf #FICLET

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katsukavi · 3 years

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I wanted to make this a full fanfiction on my wattpad, but I didn’t want to disappoint everyone with the super slow updates (like my scumlord lol) so.. here’s crap I pulled out of my notes called arise, undead (“pretty obsessed” sung jin-woo x male, zombie reader) I also really like the options I have in tumblr lol. I’m a little embarrassed to add tags because I’m not sure if people will like it and stuff.. But yeah! This is the book cover I made for it here too! :D

Im having too much fun with these new stuff~ (please excuse me. this is my first long post and i love everything here—)

(spoilers)

The plot is that Jin-Woo finds an undead in the woods, tries to arise him and it does work. Now they fight together because the zombie has no memories and is literally immortal (yet dead). Near the end, they discover that MC was murdered and his body was buried in the woods yada yada. Then when Jin-Woo goes back, he has to save him. But, he has to save MC as a 15 year old while MC is a 27 year old..

(I planned that part out and I think it’s a little funny how suddenly a kid approaches you like “You’re going to die if you go somewhere. Come with me, I’m your lover from the future.”

“Ah, it’s a chuunibyou.. Sorry kid, but I need to go to work—“

“No.”

‘Alive or not, MC still looks like a zombie.. Why are you so overworked?!’)

IT WAS SUNG JIN-WOO’S FIRST TIME using his new job skills, so naturally he’d get excited in testing every single little thing about it. He just exited the purple hued portal behind him, feeling like he acquired an interesting new toy to play with. Even though he was tired from the lack of sleep, his joy kept him from passing out.

Either it was that, or the rain pouring over his head. All his excitement flushed into disappointment as his shoes got muddy from the damp forest foor and his clothes getting completely soaked in rainwater. It would be impossible to pass out with the loud thunder rumbling in the background.

He cursed with every step on his path, finding it hard to walk with the slippery and uneven soil, his vision blurry from water and dark skies and his body dragging itself against harsh rain. Unfortunately, he was also already very exhausted.

Out of all the times for a thunderstorm, why did it have to be right after the job change quest?

From behind the trees, he heard a low distorted roar—forcing him to dip his head towards it’s direction. He held a dagger in one hand, trying to make out its shape from behind the trees.

It was in a humanoid shape, making him relax just a little bit. “Is anyone there?” he questioned.

His voice seemed to reach the stranger as they left their hiding spot in the trees’ shade. The person looked to be a man wearing a formal suit, diluted blood marking over his chest and face. Even though he looked human, he didn’t seem to breathe, just limply staring at Jin-Woo with a blank and lifeless expression.

Strangely, the stranger’s (s/c) skin was pale, like blood hasn’t been pumping through his veins. But attacking a person because they looked really sick wasn’t a good thing, it’s like attacking an overworked person because they looked so dead. It was either it was too dark or the view was too blurry.

“Hello?” Jin-Woo called out one time, staying cautious from the stranger. It lunged at Jin-Woo with a raspy growl, nearly scratching his face. Jin-Woo ducked, a small scratch appearing on his face from the speed. It definitely wasn’t human.

Sung Jin-Woo was already fatigued, at a disadvantage with the location as well. He cursed, barely dodging every slash thrown at him. “Igris!” he called out, the shadow materialising from behind him. Igris grabbed the humanoid monster, a splash of mud splattering around as it was thrown.

Sung Jin-Woo stabbed it deep in the chest, not a single drop of blood spilling out as he stepped back to breathe. He put his hands on his knees, staring at the lifeless corpse as he sent Igris back. ‘It seems pretty strong.. Should I extract it?’

He took a deep breath, getting closer to the body as he raised his hand. His posture was elegant, holding a composed expression as droplets of rain streamed down his attractive face, adding to his charm. A deep and soothing voice left his mouth, sending chills to anyone who would hear it.

“Arise.”

Though unfortunately, the Shadow Monarch was greeted with nothing but silence and the sound of ambient rain. That’s odd, if it was a failed extraction then a notification would pop up to let him know or something. Was the system suddenly broken? If that’s the case, he should try again.

“Arise.. arise. ARISE!” he shouted multiple times, but a shadow didn’t get extracted. He furrowed his brows, squatting down to find out the cause of his skill suddenly breaking. “Why isn’t it working..?” he mumbled under his breath, getting closer to the body with a puzzled look on his face.

“Arise. Arise. Arise arise arise. Wake up. Rise and shine. Arise. Awake. Good morning. Arise.”

“I’m not dead yet, dimwit.”

Did the body just.. talk back to him?

“You didn’t hear anything,” Jin-Woo blurted out, getting embarrassed from the montage of Arise and synonyms he was saying to something that was alive. He stabbed the body once again, trying to kill it as he attempted once more. “Arise.”

“You don’t have to try again. I’m not dead,” the man just sat up like it was just his average tuesday, sliding out the blade from his chest, handing it to Jin-Woo and dusting off his clothes. The undead just raised his head towards the sky, watching clouds part as he lifted his palm, no more droplets landing on top of it. “Oh, the rain is clearing up.”

“Excuse me. Didn’t you just try to attack me?”

“Did I? I don’t remember,” the stranger scratched the back of his neck, looking bored as he yawned. “My name is (L/n) (M/n), age 27. And you are?”

“Sung Jin-Woo, 24.”

“Nice meeting you. Now where in the hell am I?”

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(L/N) (M/N) HAD A NASTY SCOWL on his face, plopping the sewing kit on Jin-Woo’s bed as he angrily tried to open it with one arm. Unfortunately, someone had cut off his right arm that he spent ages trying to sew back on.

“What next, my leg?” he cursed under his breath as Sung Jin-Woo opened it for him. “Wait a minute,” Jin-Woo said, sticking the end of his arm to his shoulder. “Hold this,” he said, making (M/n) keep his limb in one place as he put the thread in the needle.

“What?” The zombie still looked very angry, knitting his brows together as he held still. “I thought you needed a hand,” Jin-Woo lightly joked, trying to make (M/n)’s mood towards him a little better. The undead male gave him his signature dead stare, tightly holding his severed upper arm before speaking.

“Jin-Woo, I am dead serious here.”

He started to lightly chuckle, noticing that Sung Jin-Woo was almost finished with sewing his arm back on his body. “Hey, you’re pretty good at this.” His remark made Jin-Woo smile as he opened and closed his hand, almost as if it was brand new.

“My clothes kept getting ripped when I was E-Rank. I learned naturally.”

“The next time you rip off my limbs, please fix them too,” (M/n) said, flailing his right hand in the air with satisfaction.

“Well next time. I’m sure I’ll make you mine.”

“I doubt that.”

///////////////////////////// (now it’s just random dialogues i pulled out of my idea dump lol)

“OH HECK! There goes my leg!”

“Oh no... He’s dead! It’s not like I’m happy about it or anything~! ...Arise arise arise arise—“

“IM NOT DEAD!”

“God damn it.. Jin-Woo, could you go fetch my torso, and my arms and my legs and uh.. my head. Yes, thank you.”

“You don’t have a heartbeat and your skin is ice cold. I stabbed you 32 times. How are you still moving?”

“Dunno, ask Jesus.”

“I CAN’T BREATHE! I’M DYING.”

“You don’t breathe, (M/n).”

“Oh yeah, you’re right.”

“Sometimes I wonder if you want me dead or if you want me alive. Which one is it?”

“Either way is fine as long as you’re mine.”

“Gross, necrophiliac.”

“Good night, (M/n).”

“Good night, Jin-Woo..”

“Alright.. arise arise arise arise arise arise arise—“

“Once again, I am not dead.”

“You’re not useless, (M/n). Because when you die, I WILL MAKE YOU MY SHADOW.”

“HOW IS THAT SUPPOSED TO COMFORT ME?!”

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extremelyblackandwhite · 3 years

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innocence - 31

PAIRING: bodyguard!bucky barnes x innocent actress!reader

WARNINGS: angst

A/N: it’s going down now!! hope you enjoy it xx

NEXT CHAPTER

- Barnes. - he answered.

- Mr. Barnes, it’s Agent Cox. We have an assignment for you. - his grip almost loosened on his coffee cup. - If you could meet with us tod ...

- I don’t do that anymore.

- I’m sorry Mr. Barnes, but I don’t make the rules. 1 o’clock, you know where.

- Wait. - before he could even say a thing, the phone line went dead. Fuck. Fucking assholes.

He threw the mug onto the sink, the sheer force of the movement making the porcelain shatter against the spotless aluminium which made the sleeping Y/N on the couch, perk up wide awake. Through the temporary blurry vision of the first look after sleeping, Y/N got up from the couch and rushed towards the kitchen. Bucky had his back turned to the tiled wall, hands on the marbled kitchen top with his head looking down at the sink. She padded lightly, coming up on his left rather than behind him, placing her hand on top of his which quickly got a reaction from him.

- What’s wrong? - she was smart enough to know when something was wrong despite the fact he had learned to hide it from her. Bucky sighed, turning around to lean against the kitchen top. - Bucky?

Bucky remained locked inside his mind, fighting something which Y/N couldn’t really understand. It quickly passed her mind it could’ve been due to her actions last night but that thought quickly left as the overwhelming feeling of wanting to comfort him. She wrapped her arms around him, leaning her head against his chest. Bucky was still much too lost in his own mind. He should’ve be enjoying retirement, or at least his version of retirement and he definitely should not be leaving his bride-to-be who was being harassed by some maniac stalker. Yet, here he was once again. He guessed when they said don’t hurt anyone, it obviously did not include him.

- Talk to me, Bucky. What’s wrong, love?

- What ... what ring cut do you want? - he tried to change the topic but she was much too smart to know he hadn’t broken a mug over deciding what cut she wanted for her engagement ring. - Princess cut? Heart? Marquise?

- Barnes! - she interrupted him before he decided to switch careers and become an engagement ring adviser. - What is it?

- I ... I have to go, Y/N. I have an assignment.

- What do you mean?

- It’s complicated.- he rested his hand on his neck. How does one even start to explain it? Bucky wanted her to see him as a regular man, he did not want the Winter Soldier, HYDRA, SHIELD or even the Avengers being part of his history with him. Maybe it was wrong of him to want to divide those two parts of him, but he wanted her to see whatever good was left in him. How would he even explain it to her when he can barely explain it to himself?

- Well then explain to me. Make it uncomplicated.

- I .. it’s part of my plea deal, princess.

- What plea deal? - she followed him into the living room, where he sat in the couch. - Bucky, talk to me, please. Let me help you.

- You think the government would let me walk around as if nothing had happened? - he meant for it to sound playful however it came out filled with resentment and why wouldn’t he resent them? It wasn’t freedom, it was constantly being kept on the leash by a government which was everything but capable of taking care of homeland security. - I had a list of people associated with HYDRA, it started with that then ... then after I was done they started calling me whenever they thought someone had HYDRA connections so I could bring them in and make amends.

- Makes amends? What is that supposed to mean?

- It means what you think it means, princess.

- Bu ...

- I have to meet with the agents to get the details today. - he interrupted before she could delve deeper into what he was sure she wanted to discuss. Bucky knew what he had to do and he knew there was no use crying and whining about it. - At one but I’ll be ba ...

- I’m going with you.

- What? No, you’re not going. You’re staying here, god knows the papers already know you skipped the party and will be starting with their theories.

- I did not ask for you opinion, I said I am going.

- Princess, they’re not gonna let you inside the room and you’ll be probably waiting outside for an hour. Wouldn’t you feel more comfortable here?

- No. I am going, Bucky. End of story.

- So you’re calling the shots now?

- Yes. - she looked over her shoulder as she made her way to the bedroom to finally get rid of the dress that was starting too feel way too uncomfortable.

Bucky was not happy. The last thing he needed was the government to know he was dating, much less the officers and agents which normally assigned him tasks. Those were two worlds he did not want connected, he didn’t want Y/N mixed with his past, much less mixed with active ex-HYDRA members but he also knew there was no stopping her and the two of them left his flat just half to one, arriving at a mostly regular building which she would’ve mistaken for an office. Bucky parked the car in front of him, stare frozen onto the building as if it were a person which had hurt him. She felt powerless, she couldn’t help him. All she could do was be the first one off the car, eyes shielded by oversized sunglasses as he opened his door as he normally would do for her. He snapped out of it, exiting the car only to give the building that look again which was broken by her holding his hand. He’d done this so many times before and it had always been hard but now, now walking in that building meant he’d be leaving her just in the midst of a crazy person who was stalking her. He shouldn’t be tying up HYDRA’s loose ends, he should be throwing whomever that stalker was inside a cell.

- Wait here, okay? - Bucky instructed Y/N just before he entered the room to have the meeting. - I’ll be back.

- You’re gonna be fine. - she thanked heaven she had decided to take up acting because all she wanted to do now was break down. He kissed her forehead before leaving.

Everything looked so normal, almost like an office’s reception but she had quickly learned to dislike it. She disliked the pale blue colour of the walls, the sound of the coffee machine, the dark blue seats, she hated all of it. She did not need to know exactly why, she knew whatever it was, it was something Bucky deeply disliked and she did not know what to do. She should know what to do, say something more supportive. However, there was someone who knew what to do, who would know how to be better at helping him than she could. Y/N fished through her purse, a mess of stuff coming out before she could even get to her phone.

- Hello?

- Steve, you need to come. Hum ... I don’t know where I am but I need your help.

- Y/N, what’s wrong? Are you hurt? Where’s Bucky?

- I don’t know what’s going on. - she sighed, leaning her head against the palm of her hand. - He didn’t explain it to me but it’s about assignments and the government.

- I’ll be there as fast as I can, Y/N.

- Thank you.

All eyes in the room were on her, as if she was a circus attraction. It was nothing she wasn’t used to, she had grown up surrounded by an audience either it being her family or the audience of the plays she had been so she knew when people were staring at her. This look however, it was almost as of surprise and shock. She curled up against her own self, lip between her teeth as her fingers pulled at the pearls wrapped around her neck. She should’ve insisted to go in, to be by his side so he wasn’t alone.

- Y/N, are you okay? - she looked up to see Sam and Steve. - Sam, take her to the car.

- I don’t need to be in the car. I’m staying here to support him and one of you is gonna explain me to me what the heck is happening.

- I’m going to check on Cox and Buck. - Steve left Y/N alone with Sam, the two of them sat in probably the most uncomfortable seats ever created.

- Sam, are they gonna hurt him?

- Bucky’s gonna be fine, Y/N. This is part of “effort” to make amends.

- Make amends for what, Sam? For being the Winter Soldier? For being a persona forced upon him by HYDRA which was undercover in the government for years? This can’t ... it can’t be possibly legal.

- Try to tell that to a jury of people who see him as the guy who fought Captain America in Washington and threw a guy into traffic. It’s not as simple but he’ll be fine. He’s done it several times and they always tell him no one gets hurt.

- What about him? What are the rules about hurting him? - the two of them remained silent. There was nothing else to be said because both of them knew there were no rules. It was as uncertain as it came, it didn’t matter if he was “retired” from avenging or from being called the Winter Soldier. It did not matter.

Time went by slowly and it felt as if Bucky and Steve had been in there for hours, when in reality the clock only marked 30 minutes and 40 minutes when the two of them stepped out of the room. Y/N scrambled to her feet, despite the sleepy state she had been in, fast walking towards her fiance. She wrapped her arms around him as best she could, standing on her tips of her sneakers to try and convey she was there for him.

- Seriously? Steve? - he whispered against her ear but Y/N shook it off.

- Was it bad? - she turned to Steve, knowing Bucky would just try to shield her from it.

- Nothing far from usual. We’ll be standing by if you need it.

- Thanks. - Bucky put his arm on over her shoulder, pushing her close to him while he could.

- Next time call, Buck. If you don’t know how to use your phone ask your girlfriend. - Sam perked up before both him and Steve left.

She looked up at him, knowing she’d definitely get a scolding for calling Steve but instead he just leaned down to kiss her before holding her tight. She was left stunned, wondering why he was yet to say something. Y/N could not know much about her boyfriend’s former life with HYDRA, but she knew him. She knew Bucky hated to bring Steve into things, specially after their relationship had slightly strained and despite that she still called Steve in. Steve knew his HYDRA life, she did not. Yet, Bucky always seemed to either let out a sarcastic remark or at least roll his eyes at her. Not today though. He acted as if the two of them had just came out of a date, holding her by her waist as they walked into the car.

She remained suspicious, looking to the side as he drove to his Brooklyn apartment. No. He had to be thinking about something, he had to be wondering about how to make his discontent about her calling Steve known. But he didn’t. He just had the radio playing, his hand on her thigh but she was still suspicious. Her suspicion grew stronger as they entered his flat and he held her flush against him, lowering to kiss her as if he hadn’t seen her in years. It was soft, filled with passion and slow. The type of kiss which if long enough would lead to more unsavoury things.

- I have to leave tomorrow. - his voice came out meek and soft as his lips parted from hers.

- What? - now it made sense.

- I have to leave tomorrow for my assignment. I don’t know when I’m going to be back but I have made arrangements for someone to watch over you. No one will hurt you while I’m gone.

- Bucky, this is ridiculous. - she sighed. - Can’t we fight this? Can’t Steve help? You shouldn’t have to do this.

- I have to do this, Y/N. It’s my ... amends.

- Amends? Seriously? - she bit harshly onto her lip as not to start crying. She knew the moment she started to cry, he’d change the conversation to be about her and this was not about her. - You have to make amends?

- Y/N...

- No. - she interrupted. - You enlisted of a war caused by lack of government action, you were presumed dead only to be found by people who then seeped into the organisation which was meant to protect the country. They cut off whatever was left of your arm from a fall caused by them and brainwashed you. You are 106, you were 28 when you feel from that train. That’s 78 years, James. That’s more than average life expectancy for a man in the USA. You’re telling me they had you unwillingly under their control during their dirty deeds for more than a man’s life expectancy and you have to make amends?

- That’s the plea deal I accepted, Y/N. What do you want me to do? What do you want to do?

- I just want them to see you the way that I see you, not the way they made you out to be. - Bucky took a step forward to hold her but she stepped back. - How can you accept it? Having them do this to you?

- It’s just like the things your agency makes you do, princess. You get used to it overtime.

- It’s not the same. I chose to sign that contract, whatever comes of it is my fault. You did not chose to be used by someone and how is that fair? It’s not fair.

- Life’s not fair. - he took a test step, testing if she would once again walk back but she did not. She stood there, arms crossed and head low and it broke him to see her like that but he did not know how to react. He’d never had someone say that to him and had he been less shaken by the sudden call, he would’ve probably had a different reaction. Yet, right now, all he wanted was to hold her. He wanted to hold her for as long as he could until he had to leave.

Bucky fully approached her, wrapping his arms around her and resting her head against his shoulder. He kissed the top of her forehead, trying to hide his own emotions and trying to think of how he’d get that ex general down fast enough to return to her. To return to her little nose scrunch whenever she smiled with intent.

- I need you to do something for me, princess. You’re not gonna like it but I need you to do it. - he whispered, those words only for her. - Don’t make me say goodbye to you.

- What do you mean?

- Let me leave while you’re asleep. We go to bed just like we always do and you wake up tomorrow and I’m not here.

- Bucky, no.

- No, princess. Please. I was never good with goodbyes and if I don’t say goodbye to you, we never said it, so it never happened.

- Bucky ...

- Besides if I leave my dog tags with you, I can’t die. - he tried to lighten up the mood.

- That’s not how it works.

- I’ll be fine. I’ve done this plenty of times and no one has gotten hurt.

- Not one has gotten hurt yet.

She didn’t want to let go of him and even as night approached and they laid down to sleep, she couldn’t sleep. Whenever she closed her eyes, the dark suffocated her and it made it hard to fall asleep. She looked at him the whole night, his hand holding hers until the heaviness of her lids eventually won the war against her yet it wasn’t that she was tired. She was just lying unconscious in darkness, feeling the tragedy in the air. He too had barely slept, awaking up up when he had to and finding it even harder to leave her. She was laying on his bed, her hair framing her face, chest slowly rising up and down. She was alive, she was no fantasy, she was his dream come true and he was leaving her. He guessed that was the price of freedom.

He took a final look at his bride to be, her fluttering lashes making her look ethereal against the white sheets. Oh, he’d be back. He’d be back for her. Bucky took his tags off, leaning down to place them across her slightly opened palm and to kiss her temple before he took off into the early dawn.

Y/N woke up when the sun was high in the sky, the light contrasting the cold of her bed. She didn’t need to look at his side of the bed to know he was gone. She couldn’t feel him, she couldn’t hear him. The flowers by the bedside had gone brown, the dead petals falling on her palm like teardrops against his dogs tags. She clinged onto the shiny material, bringing it up to her chest before she allowed herself to cry finally. No sounds came, no whimpers of sadness, no moans of grief. Nothing. Tears just streamed down her face in silent rivers falling onto the sheets as she tried to convince herself it would be okay. Things were gonna be okay.

Just as she managed to calm herself down, she realised the moment she opened that bedroom door, the lack of the smell of coffee, the lack of the smell of oil from his fried eggs. It would all just come back in big flashes and she would be back to where she had just been. She couldn’t be in his flat anymore, it was too painful. She needed to go, she just didn’t know where yet as she opened the door, there was indeed someone in her kitchen.

- Sharon?

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nightwingmyboi · 4 years

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Bruce firing Dick vs. Dick firing Tim

Soooo, I have seen a lot of people comparing the way that Bruce replaced Dick with Jason versus the way that Dick replaced Tim with Damian. (This happened some on my Batfam Replacement Montage post [x], which is what first brought it to my attention.) For some reason, a lot of people come out of this comparison thinking that Dick was not only just as bad and insensitive as Bruce (if they even think Bruce was in the wrong at all that is) but even that Dick is somehow worse. This legitimately confused the heck out of me. I don’t know if people are reading the same comics as me (though honestly with all the retcons and nonsense going on maybe we aren’t reading the same comics), so I’m just going to break each replacement down for you here and maybe you’ll see where I’m coming from when I think that is completely out of left field.

Let’s start with Bruce. These panels have Dick (as Nightwing) recounting how things between him and Bruce went down (I’ve rewritten the text just below the image if it is blurry):

Batman #416

So while I was still laid up in bed, you dropped the bad news on me. No ifs, ands, or buts...I wasn’t to play Robin anymore. You couldn’t continue to assume the responsibility for a child fighting crime. For six years you trained me to be a crimefighter, then denied me that role. Of course, you assured me that it was for my own good. I lay there with a bandaged shoulder and my life in ruins. You smiled. Kicked a great big hole in my life, then walked out of the room.

Following an encounter with the Joker, Dick is shot in the shoulder and nearly dies. Instead of comforting Dick, Bruce decides to follow up this traumatic event by firing Dick from Robin immediately. Bruce calls Dick a child, disregarding all the time Dick spent training to become Robin and Dick’s own agency, and basically attempts to kick him out of crimefighting all together. This may not be clear because of the image quality, but Dick literally starts crying in that last panel. But it doesn’t stop there:

I don’t see what option I had, other than to split. Alfred tried to talk me out of it. It was Alfred who forced money on me so I’d have something to live on. You couldn’t even be bothered to say goodbye.

Despite his concern for Dick being the motivating factor behind the firing, Bruce doesn’t even seem to be aware that Dick is leaving, and so Alfred is the one that tries to convince Dick to stay in Bruce’s stead. And where is Bruce during all this you may ask??

Sorry, he was busy working on a case at the time. And people wonder why Dick didn’t realize Bruce was doing this out of concern rather than distrust of his capabilities. Anyway, Dick leaves, eventually joins the Titans, and becomes Nightwing. Eighteen whole months pass--a freaking year and a half--and not once does Bruce try to get in touch with Dick to sort things out. Then, Dick finds out about his replacement in the newspaper:

Bruce fired Dick because he didn’t want a child sidekick. Then he goes out and gets a freaking child sidekick, and, even better, makes him Robin. Robin isn’t just a costume to Dick. In many comics, Dick refers to the Robin role as meaning family, and that’s because Dick specifically crafted Robin as a way to remember his parents.

Robin Annual #4 and The Titans #16

It doesn’t get much more personal than using your dead mother’s nickname for you and your family’s colors (which across comics are pretty consistently some combo of yellow/green/red) as your hero persona. And Bruce, despite knowing the origins of the costume, felt like he could do whatever he wanted with it. And he didn’t even have the decency to be upfront about it. You can see why this drives me crazy. He spends the rest of the issue beating around the bush and not telling Dick why he adopted Jason and made him Robin, and, in the end, he once again kicks Dick out of the house. Nice parenting Bruce.

Now with Dick. I’ve seen some people accuse Dick of not talking to Tim and just pulling the Robin mantle right out from under him, but that isn’t really what the comics show us:

Red Robin #1

Dick tries to talk to Tim about it, and, unlike Bruce, he explicitly states his reasons for giving Damian Robin. He validates Tim, and tells him that they are equals. Even when Tim lashes out, Dick makes it clear that he still wants Tim around, even if it is not as Robin. And, once again unlike Bruce, Dick doesn’t proceed to just abandon Tim when things don’t go his way. He sends Tim’s friends his way and when that doesn’t work, Dick goes to find Tim and try to talk things out in person:

Red Robin #4

So why doesn’t Tim just tell Dick his theory? That’s because, as much as people apparently want to believe that Tim had the whole thing figured out and it was everyone else’s fault that no one was listening, Tim had no actual evidence whatsoever that Bruce was actually alive. He was kind of in denial about Bruce’s death and all he had was a weak hunch.

Tim rides off without giving any explanations, leaving Dick to deal with all the fallout of Bruce’s “death” by himself. Dick had to abandon everything that he built (Nightwing, his various superhero teams, etc.) in order to take up Bruce’s identity. He had to deal with being Batman, running Wayne Enterprises, and raising Damian (a murderous brat who spent literally all his time insulting and undermining him in those early days), all while managing his own grief. And he had no one but Alfred for support. So maybe he didn’t handle Tim as well as he could have (I don’t really know what he could have done differently but hey if you want to let me know feel free), but I honestly think that under the circumstances he tried his freaking best, which is more than Bruce did for him. And when Tim returns, he immediately expects Dick to put everything on hold to help him, once again without explanation, and what does Dick do?

Red Robin #11

He trusts Tim and puts everything on hold to help Tim out. Even though Tim pretty much left him high and dry when he needed help the most. So yeah, I don’t see where people are coming from when they act like Dick somehow singlehandedly destroyed his relationship with Tim. I don’t understand how Tim could possibly trust Jason (ie the person who very nearly murdered him) more than he trusts Dick (ie the person who mentored and acted as a confidant to him for literal years) in such a short span of time.

In my opinion, Bruce and Dick are not even remotely similar in their actions here. I don’t understand how people who can so readily excuse Bruce for his harsh treatment not be the least bit willing to give Dick some slack when his situation was sooo bad and he tried so hard.

#dick grayson #bruce wayne #tim drake #damian wayne #jason todd #Alfred Pennyworth #red robin #robin #batman #Dick!Batman #nightwing #long post #my analysis #my meta #the flying graysons #replacement debacle

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wonniesmile · 3 years

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❥ playground! (ep. 2)

⤷ ellie’s moments in playground episode 2! (ft. txt <3)

⤷ bulletpoint format!

⤷ after a long wait, episode 2 is finally out! don’t forget to leave suggestions for new fics!!!

“HOW THE HECK DID YOU BEAT ME AGAIN.”

huening and ellie were once again playing on the nintendo, waiting on the others to finish getting ready for the next shoot.

“ellie please. please let me win. just this once...for my dignity.”

the boy gets on the floor and starts bowing.

ellie starts freaking out, obvi.

“NO PLEASE DON’T BOW!”

she’s in a very frantic state at this very moment, no clue why...but, i mean it’s ellie...right?

“what’re you guys playing?”, “oh- um- mario k-”

ellie looks up from her position, DUN DUN DUN.

that was like...really cringe, i’m so sorry.

it was none other than the choi beomgyu. standing. right. in. front. of. her.

“oh- oh my god- uh- h- he- hello!” she musters up a greeting and quickly bows.

“you don’t need to bow ellie! we’re friends!”

oh no, this poor girl’s heart.

if she dies from an early heart attack, it was bcs of choi beomgyu, just giving everyone a heads up! /j

anyways, her face was like BEET red.

from across the room, her members were watching her every move.

sunoo was laughing at how serious the rest of them were.

“can you guys like...idk...calm down? she’s literally fine.”

“i know, but...” (jake)

“but what?” (sunoo)

“oh you know...” (jungwon)

“can ya’ll finish the damn sentence?” (sunoo and jay)

“it’s nothing...” (sunghoon)

“jesus christ, you guys are insane.” (sunoo)

“five minutes!”

ellie’s head shoots up.

“darn it, i almost beat you.”

“not even close huening, ellie is the master.”

her cheeks, once again, burn up.

before she could thank beomgyu, ellie is pulled away by jungwon.

“what the heck wonie?”

“it’s time to go.”

she’s obviously very confused? what was getting into him?

choosing to ignore his attitude, ellie obliges and lets the boy drag her into the studio.

he spoke no words...very odd.

ellie started overthinking...did she do something subconsciously???

“places please!” she massages her temples and goes backstage to wait for her group’s cue.

the episode started with each group dancing on stage.

their instructions were to “have fun!”

she gave it her ALL, messing around...and even getting into a dance battle with riki.

she found it absolutely hilarious, but unfortunately, her face dropped at the sight of jungwon.

obviously, something was bothering him, but she didn’t have the courage to ask...at least not now when everyone seemed to be having fun.

jungwon was not one to show his emotions outwardly, so to a normal person, he seemed like his usual self.

but, ellie knows better, she can read jungwon like the back of her hand...something was up.

she made a mental note to herself to ask him if he was ok after the shoot.

the first game was an absolute BLAST.

they were competing to see which team they would have to play on.

since there was an odd number of people, ellie didn’t have to compete against anyone. instead, she got to choose which team she wanted to be on.

(she secretly enjoyed it)

she looked at the two teams in front of her.

her original plan was to go into the yellow team so both teams would have an equal amount of enhypen members, but she felt iffy about doing so because of jungwon...

she could possibly be overthinking things, but she didn’t want to take any risks.

making eye contact with him one last time, she looks over at the red team and points finger guns at them.

“yay ellie!” beomgyu seemed way more enthusiastic than everyone else.

of course, ellie’s heart rate quickens at the weird observation.

the team name choosing was absolutely wonderful.

beomgyu came up with ‘brave dummies’ and for some reason everyone went with it, not that ellie was complaining because it was REALLY funny.

this episode required a lot more physical activity than the last one, which she had no problem with.

she led her team to victory during the first game with the tubes and ping pong ball.

got picked up by beomgyu hai!

wait wait wait...let me set the scene for you guys because...it was something else.

after winning the race, the 7 teammates all did a group hug, ellie being shoved into the middle while the rest ferociously chanted “ellie! ellie! ellie!”

kinda scary...looked like a cult from the outside lol.

she was so confused.

all of a sudden, a figure picks her up from behind and starts cheering very loudly.

she looked absolutely terrified because she had no. clue. what. was. going. on.

and when this poor girl turns her head back to look at the person carrying her, all bodily organs in her shut down.

her eyes went blurry and suddenly she couldn’t see, her kidneys failed, her limbs detached from her body...it was insane.

jay and sunoo, being the teasers they were, laughed at the look of the flustered girl.

it was...so much.

when beomgyu put her down, she felt her life flash before her eyes.

she still couldn’t believe what just happened, placing a hand on her forehead to see if she was sick??? for some reason.

she literally could NOT think straight after that.

the rest of the episode felt like a blur.

during the flag game, she failed oh so miserably...

“you ok?” jay teasingly asks her.

“leave me alone.” *cue her side eye*

“hehe.” (jay)

she felt so bad for doing so badly during the game, she kept apologizing :’).

“ellie! its ok! none of us did good :)” thank god for yeonjun.

she had to lay her head down onto ni-ki’s shoulders because she felt so defeated.

ni-ki responded by hugging her by the waist.

“don’t worry, i did horrible too.”

she hummed and pouted.

the screaming from the others made her feel a lot better.

“there’s that smile!” sunoo squeezes her cheeks.

the other team won, obviously.

she examined jungwon, he seemed like he was doing a lot better, seeing him enjoy himself was all the reassurance ellie needed.

oh good god...the next game...hahahaha.

it was...hai!

they had a piece of paper in which they had to fit all their teammates on, it was...intense.

she tried standing in the middle of jake and ni-ki, but was pulled by kim sunoo to stand in between him and beomgyu.

she froze up, god...can’t you just act normally ellie? (this was to herself btw ;) )

she tried not to think about the close proximity between her and beomgyu, instead giving her all into the game.

“ellie, it’s alright, step on my foot.” yeonjun tells her.

“are you sure?”

“yes of course.”

she cautiously steps on his foot, making sure not to put too much weight into it.

they got past a good amount of rounds, the last one is where they REALLY struggled.

“i have an idea!”

ellie announces while clapping her hands.

“i think if we put our feet in this pattern...”

she shows what she means by using her own feet as an example.

“it would save space...we can hold onto each other for balance like all the other rounds and our other foot can come up. the foot on the ground will serve as a stabilizer.”

“that’s SUCH a smart idea!” yeonjun smiles at her.

“thanks!”

jake couldn’t resist it...it came as an automatic reflex. he moves his hand around to squeeze her cheeks.

“miss smarty pants saves us yet again!” (jake)

she glares at him and hits his arm.

(there was a slight smile on her face though)

with ellie’s strategy, their team wins yet again!!!

they huddled into a group hug while the other team groaned in defeat.

“ellie should’ve joined our team!” soobin yells.

she giggles.

the final game was a big round of yut nori, which ellie still had NO CLUE how to play.

“do you know how to play?” beomgyu asks her.

“not really?”

“no worries, leave it to us!”

ellie blushes...yk...the usual.

ellie didn’t do much through out the game, following whatever the others told her to do.

by the end of it, you’d think she’d know how to play, right? wrong!

she still, to this day, doesn’t know how to play yut nori :))).

she was sad as the shooting ended, knowing that they probably won’t be able to shoot together with txt for a LONG while.

it was so very fun getting to hang out with her seniors, though beomgyu was a bit too much.

after they said their goodbyes on camera, it was time to say goodbye off camera.

soobin suggested that they make a gc together, to which everyone happily agreed to!

beomgyu asked ellie for her number, which she shouldn’t have though much about considering he was the one making the groupchat for them, but a girl can dream right?

after hugging everyone goodbye, her group moved back into their dressing room.

“i’m exhausted.” sunghoon mentions.

ellie’s eyes did feel heavy.

the 8 of them have been shooting all day and they could all probably agree that what they needed now was a nice long nap.

she moved over to where sunghoon was laying down and tapped the boy to ask him to scoot over so she could lay down as well.

the girl cuddled into sunghoons warmth.

“sooo, you and beomgyu, huh.”

“why? are you jealous?”

“maybe...but you know who is Very jealous right now? and who you should probably talk to bcs he’s definitely upset?”

her eyes widen, finally realizing.

“oh my god, i gotta go.”

she climbs out of sunghoon’s embrace.

“i was comfortable ellie!”

“yeah yeah!”

she runs out the dressing room, frantically searching for jungwon.

she accidentally bumps into beomgyu.

“woah there, where are you going???”

“i’m so sorry! uh- i have to go talk to jungwon about something, i can’t really stay for long...”

beomgyu nods his head and motions for her to go.

she finally finds jungwon at a vending machine, grabbing two drinks.

“yang!”

she finally reaches him and drops her body down to catch her breath.

“i’m so sorry.”

“about what?”

“sunghoon said you were upset with me about something...and i wan- (deep breath) i wanted you to know that no one will ever replace you or any (deep breath) any of the other members (deep breath).”

jungwon stays silent for a bit before chuckling at the sight of the girl’s state.

“oh ellie...” he gently makes her look up by her chin, “don’t worry about it, i knew you would never do that...i just got jealous seeing you blush at beomgyu so much...”

the last part was barely audible, but ellie understood.

she giggles, “i didn’t know mr. yang was the jealous type!”

he glares at her, “whatever.”

she smiles and hugs him by the neck.

“let’s go back, we’re heading home soon.”

ellie pulls jungwon by the hands.

“wait,” he fishes for the two drinks still left in the vending machine, “this is for you.”

it was strawberry milk, her favorite.

“thank you, kind sir.”

the two walked back hand in hand.

“is wonie feeling better~” heeseung teased.

jungwon mocks his face.

“time to head back!” their manager calls out.

“god i cannot wait to sleep.” ellie groans.

“ellie~ can i sleep next to you tonight?” ni-ki pleads with his eyes.

“why not sunoo?”

“he wanted to switch it up today, apparently.” sunoo clings his arms with ellie’s.

“i mean of course you can riki, just promise me you’ll actually sleep and not watch videos all night.” ellie stares at him.

“promise.”

she smiles and hooks her free arm around his.

“now...let’s go home.”

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