#fixed her name sorry for misspelling it :(

[tra1nchi]

💋anon

Ftm reader that has a academy rival. Rival just hates reader so much for being all selfish and full of himself, still being smart and with good grades.

Until he founds reader masturbating himself with a dildo, moaning for his name (n well, he has to help reader <33)

Degradation kink plss🙏🏻 (not me putting this in all my ask😭 ima cheap slut for this)

Loveee love love,,MINORS DNI!! Bttm ftm reader,,Dildo fucking,, Degradation,, Slight hate/revenge sex,,

Such a cocky little shit you were!! Over hearing you boasting to your friend about how you always got A's!! While he stared at his computer,,a large C written at the top of his paper!! He really wanted to wipe that smug smirk off your face,,

Since his college professor had noticed him struggling with the material of her class,, she decided for her classes next assignment that it would be group work!! And guess who she put him with,,,you!! >□<

She was officially on his least favourite professors list!! Working with you on a project was hell,,you were so bossy!! Making him fix every miniscule of a mistake he made!! Grumbling under his breath as he saw you make a clear misspell of a word,,so tempted to scold you as well,,,

Being so close to finishing the project!! Getting soo excited to not have to see you everytime you both had tome off from classes,,holding his bag off his shoulder as he headed to your dorm room!!!

But all he heard coming from your room was the sound of soft moans,,raising an eyebrow as he had no idea a smart ass like you was sexually active,,trying to hold back his perverted mind,,but he really needed the project done!!

Slowly opening your unlocked door to your dorm,,it was like you wanted him to walk in!!! His cheeks flushed red from the immediate sight of you laying on your bed!!

The dildo was large from what he could tell,,curved at the top with one very prominent vein going down the middle!! You didn't seem focused on putting it inside though,,rubbing it lazily along your folds as you didn't seem to notice him her!! Too engrossed in your pussy!!

He was startled when you slowly started to push it inside of yourself!! Freezing up as he felt his cock start to harden from the soft mutter of his name coming from your plump lips!! Since when did you even think of him in that way??

Accidentally knocking his hand against your door as he tried to cover his mouth!! Your wide eyes staring over at him as you stopped moving the dildo in and out of your dripping cunt!!

"Sorry I.." He was on the verge of apologising but you only smiled at him,, continuing your movements while you kept eyes contact with him!! Almost begging him with your eyes to replace the dildo with his cock!!

"You..annoying bitch.." His steps were heavy as he walks over to you,,ripping the dildo out of your hands as he presses his lips to yours!! Grunting as he feels your arms wrap around his shoulders as he climbs ontop of you!! >□<

Zipping sown his fly with need as he presses his cockhead up against your entrance "Look how wet you are, that's so pathetic of you." He scoffs,,shoving his cock right up into your boy pussy!!!!

[wandas-lunchbox]

so sick of you (chapter 3)

series summary: you and natasha have ended your relationship due to her cheating on you. it's been 5 years now. what happens when you bump into her at a bar on your birthday?

warnings: some swearing, but otherwise none

a/n: omg guys i’m acc so sorry this took 2 whole years to write. we’re gonna pretend that never happened…. you may end up having to wait another 5 years for the next chapter

finally i was on the plane. it felt like it took forever. it was an overnight flight which was good because i could finally get some sleep. wanda like the rich ass she is got us business class so we were pretty comfortable throughout the plane journey.

a couple hours had past and we were still mid air, wanda and i were sat next to eachother and in the chair next to me was a fairly pretty woman. ok i lied she was gorgeous. her hair was brunette with waves, she wore these black rimmed glasses and her lips looked so beautiful. i dont know why i noticed her lips but i guess i just did.

oh well.

i decided to get up and strech my legs for a bit, i felt some cramps in my legs so i needed to walk. wanda was snoring next to me while when harry met sally was playing in the background. i took a photo of her for evidence later. i walk up and head to the bathroom. it was occupied.

i stood there for a good whole 5 minutes till i heard faint moans coming from the bathroom. what the fuck. why are people having sex in an airplane bathroom, thats the most disgusting thing ever. they needed to hurry up bc a girls got to piss.

the beautiful brunette girl walks up to me, or well i guess to the bathroom. i admire her face.

“are people seriously having sex in an airplane bathroom”

i laugh and continue to look at her.

“honestly, like i understand doing it in your seat but the bathroom? seriously? thats the dirtiest place on the whole plane,” i said

“she laughs, are you headed to italy or is it a stop before another flight?” she asks

“yeah i’m going to italy, a friend actually planned this as a birthday trip, what about you?”

“oh, i live in italy, sorry let me rephrase i am italian and i used to live there, just visiting some family” she says

“oh nice, you’ll have to tell me some of the great places to go”

“of course!” she smiles at me

suddenly the bathroom door opens and a lady and a man walk out. both of them fixing their hair snd their clothes.

“after you,” the brunette says

“wait, i never ended up getting your name”

“we still have a whole 2 hours left of this flight, don’t worry you’ll figure it out” she laughs

i lock the door and began to do my buiness. i look at myself and i think i’ve seen death. my hair was a mess, and eye bags darker than ever.

i fixed it as a quick as possible before returning to my seat.

i smile at the girl before she goes in. when i sit at my seat i slap wanda a couple times trying to tell her what happened just now. she just slaps me back harder and starts snoring.

this girl could cause an avalanche with her snoring.

suddenly the girl returns to her seat and we continue to converse as if nothing had stopped us before.

we spoke as if we had known eachother forever. maybe we did?

the flight started to come to an end but our conversation definitely didn’t.

“you got a number or something?”

“yeah here let me type it for you.

i type in my number and write “your plain gf ;)” misspelling plane.

she laughs and points it out. “guess you’re a basic girlfriend then”

i look at her confused, only for her to show me i misspelled plane. i laugh and blush akwardly.

when the plane lands it takes forever for me to wake up wanda. this bitch just wouldn’t wake up.

after what felt like 3 trillion years, i get her up and we start to get ready to leave the plane.

we were in italy…

a/n: omg finally chapter 3 is out

lmk if you want to be added to the taglist making a new one

new year new me 😜

[berrytimefields]

good hair days

part one

word count: 1,248

note: this is my first ever fic on tumblr! let me know what you think <3 i really didn’t want to split this into two parts but i really wanted to get this out to you guys! part two is coming later this week! always open to requests! (multifandom friendly)

katsuki bakugou x sweet! fem! reader

summary: days are hard and stressing and the least of his worries are his looks. but i guess it wouldn’t hurt to try and fix himself up a little bit. but why is she so nice to him? this has never happened before. what the hell, i just needed a trim.

warnings: none! some mentions of insecurities and some cursing. probably misspellings too. just cute fluff and sweetness towards an emotionally constipated man 🥂 may be slightly ooc but yolo!

the pink bell jingles lightly as the front door is pushed open, quite roughly as the loud intrusion jars some of the clients sitting inside. a tussled blond tramples through almost taking down a poor lady that stood close in proximity to the new arrival.

“hey sweetpea! do you have an appointment?” the man freezes in his attempt to take off the jacket haphazardly thrown around his shoulders.

“what the hell did you say to me?” the bouncy girl kept her smile from ear to ear as she turned and approached him, current client sitting patiently under the light pink dryer.

the place itself would be his number one red flag if the woman in front of him didn’t already give him an alarming vibe just from her presence alone. her over the top loving personality and the sparkling pink room around him would seem like the heroes worst nightmare, oh that’s right, it is.

he knew coming here wasn’t worth the torture, the idea of two hours spent here surrounded by glitter clouds and rainbows made him want to gag where he stood. yet he couldn’t compel himself to move. still stuck frozen in time as you seemed to get even closer than you had been before.

‘i dont think this shitty woman has any sense of personal space,’

“honey, are you ok? would you like to sit down for a minute?” her voice had the ability to pull him straight out of his trance and get him fixated back on his current state of being. he took another look around, noticing the pointed stares of many other ladies that were disturbed by his flamboyant entrance. he cleared his throat and tried to save his ass from seeming like too much of a jerk too soon.

“i need my hair fixed. now.”

yea still a jerk.

“oh, ok. well it’s your lucky day i seem to have a spot open! usually i’m pretty packed but i think i can make an exception for you sweetie.”

now what the hell does that mean, he pondered your words for a moment. he wasn’t exactly nice and friendly so why were you not apprehensive of his current behavior. better yet, why did you seem to treat him as though you two have close romantic relations. he searches his mind for a few moments to try and remember if a woman, as beautiful as you, had ever spoken that way directly to him. in any sense that wasn’t ironic. he scratched deep beneath the surface and couldn’t find diddly squat.

“ok.”

ok? really. a woman has called you three pet names in the first two minutes of knowing her and you can’t even finish one thought out loud?

“what would you like done today sir?”

now he didn’t like that as much. call him something cute again.

“don’t call me that.”

maybe the wrong approach.

“sorry sweetpea i never caught your name?” he tried to think what kind of reason you could have to possibly need to know his name when you could just refer to him as sweet things for as long as you live.

wait what.

sweet things? him? never.

he’d never been referred to as anything sweet, let alone anything complimentary. he’d barely even got a ‘babe’ before and that usually came from his friends if he has to really be truthful.

“names bakugou. need a trim gets in my eyes,” he couldn’t stand the constant poking of his bangs while he tried to fight crime, as embarrassing as it is for him to admit.

“okay well why don’t you come sit over here, and i’ll get you started up on that cut okay hun?” he felt his heart flutter again and felt to urge to rip it out with his bare hands. he mumbled back a small noise of agreement and followed you to the chair sitting on the other side of the salon. you waited for him to sit down before stepping behind him and running your fingers through his hair. he immediately felt a tenseness in his shoulders. ‘is getting a haircut always this nerve racking?’, well no because you were never the one rubbing your soft fingers through his scalp. 

“you have such beautiful hair, i could run my finger through it all day. i guess that wouldn’t be too professional though. would you like me to give you a wash?”

he thinks he might drop dead on the spot if you keep making these propositions. want to run your fingers through his hair for the rest of his days? be his guest. wash his hair and touch him even more? please be his guest. 

“yea, please,” oh god he said please. it’s time to get out of here.

“ok babe, let’s get you over to this chair then and get you started on that rinse okay?” you smiled at him through the mirror and started to walk away to start the lukewarm water. he’d never admit to anyone how fast he rose from the previous chair and made his way to you.

as you leaned him back and brought his hair into the sink he forced his eyes up so as to not catch your gaze. you hummed softly as you began to saturate his hair, at the sound of your relaxing voice he let his eyes flutter close as you began the soft strokes through his golden locks. this continues as you washed his hair in such a manner he didn’t know existed. don’t begin to ask him what it was you did to his hair because he hasn’t the slightest idea. after he hears the steady stream of warm water shut off he also hears you begin to step away from your place near his head. at this sound, he can’t help but open his eyes and follow your movements as you grabs a soft pastel towel from a nearby shelf. if you hadn’t turned back to face him he swears his eyes would’ve rolled to the back of his head. 

of course, they’re gonna put that thing on his head.

“alrighty, darling let’s get you back over there so i can start taming your mane!” your soft laugh drifted throughout the room as you guided him back to the chair he first resided in.

once he rested back in the pink leather seat you wrapped your favorite rose-colored cape around his neck and he struggled to understand how everything could be such an obnoxious color.

“what’s with this pink shit.”

“it’s my favorite color, makes me happy! don’t you have a favorite color hun?” the smile you gave him was genuine as you started to blow dry his freshly cleaned hair.

“mmm, like orange i guess,” he mumbled and he couldn’t even be sure the woman he spoke to could hear him but he saw you nod your head in agreement wholeheartedly as if you had heard you won the lottery.

“hold on one sec okay? i’ll be right back to start your trim,” he didn’t understand why you seemed frantic all of a sudden but he hummed his agreement as you wandered off to the back of her shop.

bakugou looked up into the mirror and, for the first time that day, realized how his face felt hot and seemed to glow with a pink tint. now, that’s not gonna fly.

in his peripheral vision, he notices you return from where you disappeared to with what seems to be another cape in your hands.

but this ones orange. 

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tags: @hornegaethot @tittiesarenice​ 

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[marvelmaniac2000]

Girl's Lock & Key

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Summary: Eddie just wants to ask a simple question…what goes down in the girl’s

locker room stays in the girl’s bathroom. 

Characters: Eddie Munson x Reader 

Subject: dry humping sort of thing, lots of fingering, praise kink, daddy kink, pet names, cowgirl position, public sex, tongue kissing, male dominance, 

Words: 1.4k 

Side notes: I think we all deserve a side of Eddie that just takes over our body in a nice asshole way.  I have no shame writing him as a pervy man he can be. Nothing spectacular, just something to read to get us through late night withdraw am i right? lmao…  Not my best work

              (apologies for misspelling/grammar, NO MINORS +18 OLDERS ONLY)

“Good job everybody we’ll start off tomorrow with a stronger start I hope” your coach blew her whistle for a final roll call. Everyone splashed themselves out of the chilling pool in a hurry. Once again Hawkins was one of the top tier teams who hoped to win division II  again.  

  But it felt quite different for you. Ever since you moved to Hawkins everything has been pretty okay, but the only thing that made it seem bearable was your love of swimming. Feeling the water crash onto your skin and fill your ears cooled off the massive amount of thoughts racing in your head. 

 You climbed out of the pool and shivered into a towel close by the girl’s locker room entrance. 

The chatter of your teammates surrounded you as you looked for your assigned locker. 

“Aye (Y/N) you wanna come with us to the mall?” Max asked while looking at you with concern. 

She was a good freshmen starter and cool person but you always rather stuck to things alone. 

 “Nah I think I’ll head home and finish some late minute assignments” you picked up your article of clothing before tip toeing to the nearest stall to change. 

  “You know (Y/N) always takes a little longer to change than the rest of us anyway” , one of your friends jokes. 

“Hey I can still hear you hoes from back here!” you cackled. “I know that’s why we’ll meet up some other time! See ya later!” the noise of shuffling feet leaving the door echoed through before complete silence. You sigh in relief after a long day and continue to put on your clothes. After a few minutes you open the stall door but froze noticing big black boots underneath. “Um Ed is that you?” you gulped fearing the unknown. 

  “Yea sorry, it’s me I kinda snuck in here, I wanted to talk to you about something” you slowly cracked the door halfway to make sure it was him. “Yeah, why are you here? This is a girl’s locker room for god sake” you swung the door open to look at the guy you loved dearly. “I know but this is important-” Eddie froze, noticing the top of your swimsuit revealing much of your cleavage and your gym shorts covering the bottom half. “Ok well this better be good” you politely scooted past him and tried fixing your appearance in the mirror. Eddie twisted his ring around his thumb looking at your backside. 

“I just wanted to know if you could give me a ride back home?” My ride isn’t the best at the moment … Soooo pretty please sweetheart” his alto voice vibrated your ears making you relive the pleasure that he has over you. His groin hardened into you from behind and kissed your shoulder. 

 “You know it’s never a problem at all” you moan, feeling his hand roam for something wet between your legs. “I know baby but I like teasing you first before asking for favors” you turned around to face him and hungrily pressed your lips onto his. “You miss me, pretty princess?” Eddie sucked your neck leaving branded marks. You moan, feeling your fingers roam endlessly, feeling trapped between his grip. “

  Not here” you gasped feeling him eagerly pull your strap down to devour your soft nipple. Eddie ignored your comment with a moan instead and squeezed your soft breast. Your shorts began to ride up as he pressed himself harder between your thighs. 

  “I just wanna see your pretty face begging for me again” he brushed his finger down  your nose seeing you fluster. His lips sucked onto your bottom lip feeling his little girl suffer in lust. “Take it off baby, daddy wanna see you naked” you slowly stripped your shorts and swimsuit off as he watched your every move. 

  “So beautiful,” he whispered. He looked around the locker room and signaled you to follow him to a small bench that sat against the wall between the lockers. Eddie sat on the bench and patted his lap. 

“Come sit and be a good girl” he gently reached out his arms for you to sit on his lap with his bare jeans. Eddie glued his eyes onto your body wanting to feel every inch of your skin. His two digits hooked in between your wet sticky folds rubbing your swollen clit in slow circular motions. “Please Eddie” you lean your weight onto him wrapping your arms around his neck. You buck your hips riding his fingers on his lap. You high pitch moans filled his ears feeling his girl get wetter with his touch. Eddie slapped your ass making you jolt. “Let me hear you moan for me I like hearing it,” he commanded. 

“This is torture” you mumbled as he sucked your breasts endlessly. You threw your head back dry humping any sign of his dick inside his pants. Eddie moisten his fingers with his tongue before slipping two fingers inside you. You throw your head back and  bounce your hips up and down on his thick fingers. 

“You love this don’t you?” he cupped your ass watching you in heat over him. You moan feeling pools of pleasure from his fingers grazing your g spot. 

“You want the real thing don’t you?” Eddie continued to pump his fingers faster while holding your chin between his fingers. Your eyelids grew heavy and your mouth parted. 

“I can’t” you helplessly pant. So much pleasure filled your nerves and your clit constantly tickled and your wet pussy filled with thick cream dripping over his fingers. Eddie pressed his lips against your lips, tonguing the corner of your mouth.  

Eddie Moan into the kiss and strings of spit parted from between your mouths. He wiped the corner of his mouth and put his fingers inside your mouth to taste your own cum.

 “It’s time to give my pretty princess what she wants” he unzipped his pants and revealed his pre cum member ready for you. You climb yourself off of your lover and kneeled down to devour his tip. 

You slowly bob your head to pick up pace around his shaft. Your tongue twirls around every inch of him leaving no room to breathe. You look into his eyes and devour him more until his tip grazes your throat. “You’re such a good girl” he pressed thumb on your chin while you sucked him dry. 

  “Come ride daddy” his eyes felt hungry  watching you raise back up and  climb on top of him and grip him with your thighs. You slowly lowered yourself down onto him, feeling him penetrate your tight opening. 

  “It’s ok baby keep going down” he bite his lip watching you slowly enter inside him filling you up. You silently moan trying to find a pace onto his size. Eddie guided you up and down feeling your breasts pressed up against his bare shirt. 

“You feel so good princess” you moan out his name feeling your wetness more as he praised you more. “Go faster for daddy” he pushed his waist harder into yours making you whimper into his shoulder. Eddie gripped onto your wrist wanting you to feel each orgasmic stroke he loves putting into you. 

  “Pleasseee Eddie I can’t take much more” you beg trying to catch up with his forceful strokes. “Only when I say so” he kissed your wrist and watched you ride him until you couldn’t anymore. He wrapped his arms around your waist and rammed his dick into your g spot while keeping his eyes on your breathless face. “

   You can cum now baby, you look so pretty when you're under me” he chuckled into your ear making you release a pulsating orgasm into your soul. You sharply try to catch your breath feeling warmth sweep over your body. “Eddie” you mewed and lazily crashed your lips onto his. “yes sweetness?" he grinned against your kiss. 

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[ghsface]

I WISH I WERE PADME

summary: you and anakin met at the jedi temple you were there a few years ago but when anakin arrived they became best friends you started to like him when you were 12 but you never told him for fear of losing his friendship.

warning: none just sad

It will be based on heather from Conan Gray.

writer's note: so this is a draft of what the i wish i were padme fanfic would be don't think this is it i'm just trying to fix it a bit but i wanted to share it to see if you like it, feel free to tell me something suggestion, sorry if there is something misspelled English is not my first language. sweet reading sweetheart <3

I still remember December 3 you lent me your tunic because I was cold and you told me that it was better for me than for you if you only knew that I would die for you you would understand because I am like that with you.

- What are you thinking? curious anakin asks

- Nothing was just looking at the cameras, because they are all covered?.

- The senator does not like to be looked at. says obi-wan entering the room

- Oh I see. You said with no expression on your face.

- Anakin? Padme yelled from her room.

Anakin went without thinking twice and it hurt you how attentive he was to her, you saw her eyes when she said her name so bright and happy for such wounded eyes, she hypnotizes him while I die inside.

- y/n get those thoughts out of your head focus on the mission. Obi-wan says seriously

-I'm sorry master. you say a little sad

anakin leaves the room with padme and tells obi-wan..

-Master, the senator asked me to accompany her to look for some things

-okay, pay attention to everyone, your duty is to protect her from her, may the force be with you anakin. says obi wan

Anakin walks out the door with Senator Amidala, a few hours pass and they come back and Padme had Anakin's Jedi robe.

- You look better than me. Did you hear padme say that

You knew that padme was his first master and he still was, but he treated you so well and so sweetly that you thought he had forgotten about padme but this mission came and everything changed, he treated you normal without nicknames or hugs or games and that it hurt you a lot

He hurt you so much that anakin would have said that to padme because you thought he was telling you he really meant it but you realized it was a lie

Days passed and you avoided anakin at all costs the only thing you did was comply with your music protect senator amidala but it didn't take long for anakin to realize that his best friend was avoiding him

- Hey y/n we can talk. says anakin softly

- You're already talking skywalker. you say serious

- Is that I notice you very distant and I wanted to know what happened that I did?. Anakin says worried

- that you did not rather skywalker. You say with a tone of rage

- I don't understand you, y/n be more specific.

- Let's see where I start if since we got here you are treating me as if you didn't even know me as if I didn't exist second you say all the stupid things you said to me a long time ago to padme as if you had never said it. you said angry

- all this is for the tunic y/n? It's just polyester.

- You're an idiot, you don't even realize it. You said with tears in your eyes

- realizing that y/n.

- I like you idiot, I've liked you since I was 12 and you never realized it, you only cared about Padme's love, when you told me about the dreams you had with her I was dying inside for not being able to be the one in the dream, seeing you how you look at it destroys me inside.

- so that's why you hate her.

-how could she hate her she is an angel, though she wishes she was dead she wishes she was padme. you say crying

- y/n I don't know what to tell you- says anakin shocked

- You don't have to say anything anakin. You say with tears in your eyes

After you told him you left, weeks passed and the mission ended, anakin declared his love for her to padme and they married in secret when you found out it hurt more than ever but you felt happy for him because it can finally be happy.

[cyarskj1899]

Emmett till family i’m so sorry that this goofy broad fixed her face to use compare your relatives tragedy to some nonsense. your entire family deserves better than this

Yall niggas disgust me with this level of dickriding, Emmitt Till was a child! That was tortured and murdered! By Racists who got away with it! Tory is a violent abuser who finally got what he deserved for SHOOTING a woman! He is nothing like Emmitt Till, stfu!

Gurl, I know you did not come on Blue Ivy’s innanet on the eve of Jesus’s Birthday, and compared the late Emmitt Till to this short burned piece of Canadian Bacon named Tory… Have Several pls!

First of all dude is Canadian….. and is not a Black American…… second of all, the disrespect is crazy. Y’all really be on the internet disgracing your or OUR ancestors for some engagement and entertainment. Luckily for me, I could never be a 🦝 nor the type of woman who would throw away my goodness, my integrity my dignity to slut myself out for some punk who ain’t gonna do right by me anyway

Why are we comparing an innocent little boy who was lynched for no reason to an embarrassing man who shot a woman, lied about it , dehumanized her for no reason other than he had a toxic masculinity and violent tendencies because he can’t handle the fact that his music was not that good for anyone to stan him and his only successful song was in a feature with jack harlow and is now facing years in prison?

Some of Y’all will say anything to disrespect Black American history and our ancestors. The audacity of you claiming a CANADIAN gremlin who was rightfully and proven convicted for his crimes against meg thee stallion is equal to Emmett Till shows your lack of knowledge and good sense. Maybe in hindsight George w. Bush no child left behind policy wasn’t the best idea because some children were left behind education wise. Children were deliberately LEFT BEHIND. WHATTT

you need to be hung drawn and quartered for this and afterwards your bones need to be scattered across the street for mongrel dogs to gnaw and crack like Omg y’all going to hell????

The quotes are calling you a pea brained fool, as they should but quite honestly, reading this shocked me because of the sheer disrespect. You misspelled his name and compared a innocent boy whose life was stolen by racists to a man suffering the consequences for his actions. This is why Harriet Tubman had a gun because some of you have ancestors who should have been capped by her

tory lanez ain’t do nothing special for y’all to be defending him like this. Even artists like Chris Brown to Eric Clapton have more high quality music content than that Keebler elf and they’re problematic too. (*Not A defense of the actions of both Brown and Clapton or other hence the “and they’re problematic too “ just so you know) sweetheart He's never going to fuck you. Deal with it

I can’t stand you niggas. i wouldn't even piss or spat on you if you were on fire May the vengeance of the ancestors find you in your sleep.

we will never be free and at this point it’s deserved. We’re surrounded by our worst enemies in the black community and the shackles on our feet will never be released.

a teenage boy who was a victim of violent racism being compared to an ABUSER , harriet shouldn't have gone back for some of y'all ancestors just stay in school!!!!!

[fyodorloveclub]

Hi yes it’s me 🪱 I’m back after a little break??? Idek and I’m sorry I have not graced you all with my presence in a hot minute. I relapsed into my ED #lol #livelaughlove also i work in a grocery store so IT WAS INTENSE THIS LAST MONTH WITH WORK JESUS CHRIST. Also someone tried to steal 45 bottles of liquor yesterday. Bts has to enlist in the military so that was a time of contemplation. Yoongi’s hair. Jin is leaving first. Jung look fucking performed at the World Cup. RM is abt to enter his magic mike era, cuz wym 19+ show and no cameras??? Anyways here’s some unhinged headcanons

Fyodor my little meow meow

Fyodor has a pet lobster named Franklin, he bought it from a guy who sells Honda Civics for discounted prices

Fyodor had Velcro shoes until he was 16

Fyodor has not one not two not even three but

10 books about how to fix a toilet

Fyodor ate chalk as a kid

Fyodor wears his little cape when he fucks you

Fyodor knows how to make homemade mayonnaise

Fyodor clasps his feet together, like how you'd intertwine your fingers.

Fyodor tried learning the bts run dance and ended up breaking his right arm and three toes

Fyodor personally hates Celine Dion for no fucking reason? Like he's doxxed her numerous times

Fyodor is now band from all dollar tree stores

Fyodor as an irrational fear of peguines and would definitely square up with one

Fyodor misspells his name like all the time, like he relies on autocorrect

Fyodor un-ironically uses a type writer like to take notes or write lists

Fyodor would indeed suck off his best friend for 2 million dollars and a Starbucks gift card

Fyodor has three counts of tax evasion in Australia

Fyodor is probably missing like half a lung because his Honda civic dealer decided to be a bitch

Dazai my other little meow meow

Dazai has three impending trials for pushing bicyclist off there bike

Dazai can't smell out of the left side of his nose

Dazai hates downy laundry detergent? Like so much so he's stolen so much of it, it actually affected their sales

Dazai can't count in threes (me neither I literally blank after 6)

Dazai has three hump back whales named after him in Hawaii

Dazai was almost on rupauls drag race but got into a fight and ended up having a restraining order on him

Dazai fought a squirrel, like genuinely

Dazai has a shirt that says "kitten I'm not going to lie daddy's about off himself 💕🦋”

Dazai married a priest in Spain and than later on left the priest and the priest is now working at a chuck-e-cheese

Dazai accidentally starred a wild fire in Denver Colorado and is now called the fire devil of Denver

Dazai has knitted gloves for atushi

Dazai can burp japans national anthem…backwards

Dazai has a pet crocodile that is currently running loose somewhere, named Armando

Dazai is a fugitive of North Korea 💀 how? No idea

Dazai was fyodor’s Honda civic dealer

Dazai got a tattoo of a shrimp playing the saxophone. it’s on his ass.

I know this was short DONT worty I’ll come up with more mwah

Sincerely your one and only shrimp saxophonist

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FYODORS VELCRO SHOES AND DAZAI HATE STEALING DOWNY IM GONNA PEE

[liddell-alien]

A Fantastic Lie

Rating: Teen and Up

Paring: Izzy/Female Original Character

Chapter: 1/?

Summary:  Maggie Smith used to be a member of Blackbeard's crew and she's now sailing with him again, on the Revenge. She's chilling with Lucius when she accidetally mentions that Izzy and her have histoty together...

Dear Diary,

three days have passed since I’ve joined the crew of the Revenge.

I have absolutely no idea of what is going on aboard this ship. Edward has lost his beard. His face is weird.

There’s another Captain. I don’t know why there are two Captains… he’s kind, though. Uncomfortably kind. I don’t like him very much.

The crew is unique, and by “unique” I mean useless. I don’t know if we’re going to survive this voyage.

Perhaps, I should have picked another ship.

Edward really looks like shit these days. Word has it he had a few bad weeks. I remember those times on his ship when I used to sail with him, the dark days we used to call them.

Anyway, the crew’s useless but I’m having fun. The young writer is-

“Lucius” he interrupted, as he stopped the writing, putting his quill down and using it as a bookmark.

“What?” Maggie seemed surprised by the sudden intermission; she blinked in confusion and looked in his direction, avoiding eye contact.

“My name’s Lucius. Are we done yet? This is getting boring.” He replied with a sigh.

The two of them were sitting next to each other with their back to the mast, close enough, but not enough to touch each other.

She leant forward, peeking over Lucius’ shoulder. Her eyes were moving fast over his handwriting.

“You misspelled ‘Captain’, and no, we’re not done yet. This is my diary entry. We’re done when I say so.”

Lucius’ eyebrows rose to his hairline as he checked his work, and he found the typo.

“Wait, you can actually read?”

“Yeah… I can write, too.”

“Then why the hell am I doing this for you?”

“Because it’s your job? And I didn’t want to steal it from you. Besides, your handwriting is very pretty.”

Lucius looked at her in disbelief. He had known the woman for three days and usually understanding people came easy to him, but sometimes the words coming out of Maggie’s mouth were so sudden, so unexpected, so random… she was still a mystery to him.

“I honestly don’t know if I should take this as a compliment or as a joke.” He replied, flat and a slightly taken aback. “But thanks? I guess?”

“Can we go back to the entry, now, please? I have more to say…”

Lucius stayed silent for a moment, then he picked up his quill and waited for her to start speaking again.

I found out the boy’s name is Lucius and I think he’s pretty cute.

“Aw, thanks…”

“Shut up. Write.”

“My, God. You’re bossy…”

Then there’s the one that can talk with birds. I can tell he’s smart.

“Wha- Buttons? You think Buttons is smart?”

Maggie just ignored him this time, she kept her eyes fixed on the sky above their heads.

Steve-

“Stede…”

“Fuck off!” she blurted out; her elbow hitting hard the side of Lucius’ forearm.

“Ouch! You’re strong, too!” he whined, rubbing his sore arm. Maggie was tiny, bony and looked a little malnourished. Not the kind of woman you’d describe as ‘strong’, but she could indeed punch you in the face and make you bleed profusely.

Stede told me all their names when I first met him, but I barley recall any of them.

“Obviously…” Lucius laughed, but before she could hit him again, he protected himself with the diary. “Sorry! Go on!”

The short one always glares at me suspiciously. I think I’m in danger.

“You mean Izzy? Don’t worry, his barks are worse than his bite. But I thought you’ve been a member of Edward’s crew, like… years ago.” He tried to stay quiet, but he just couldn’t.

Maggie turned her face to him with a puzzled look on her face.

“No, Izzy’s my husband. I mean the other short one. The one that’s good with knives.”

Lucius nodded, it made sense now. “Oh, that’ll be Jim. They’re definitely dangerous, but you’ll get use- wait what?”

“What?”

Lucius was now staring at the woman with his mouth ajar, in utter shock. He wasn’t even trying to pretend the news didn’t bother him.

On the other hand, Maggie was staring back at him in the most clueless way. Confusion was written all over her face. Her big dark eyes were filled with the fear of having said something wrong. Perhaps she had cause Jim’s rage without acknowledging it.

“Does Jim hate me? Are they going to kill me?”

“What? No. I mean, I don’t know. Jim kinda hates everybody but Olu? That’s not the point. You’re Izzy’s wife? That bitch is married? To you? I mean… sorry. No offense. I- I’m going to need a minute here.”

The words came out of his mouth like a river; shocked and amused, Lucius put the diary down and he started fanning himself with the quill.

“None taken. He is a bitch” she shrugged. “But yeah, we’re married… by accident.”

At this point, Lucius was very much interested in what she was saying. He needed to take notes. The diary was once again in his hands and he started scribbling quickly.

“This is gold. What do you mean ‘by accident’?”

“Well, it was years ago. We were celebrating a successful raid and the whole crew was pissed and I mean pissed. So, we were singing and dancing, howling like sirens under the moonlight, and one moment later, Izzy is proposing. I said yes… Edward officiated the wedding and ten minutes later we were married. I mean he married like three other couples after us because he had so much fun, so it was like a wild night but still… one out of ten would recommend.”

“Mh-mh… this is… God, I’d give my other finger to see this.” Lucius seemed very invested, but Maggie had a weird look on her face. “What? It was that bad? I mean… I can see why, but… Why did things turn out so bad?”

She sighed and rested her head against the mast, closing her eyes, letting the cool, salty breeze to dishevel her hair.

The memories of that night still vivid like fire in her brain. Their song playing in the background, the singing, the dancing, the cheerful laughter of the crew, Edward hanging from the mast, swinging his sword and yelling at the sky… it felt like a goodbye since the beginning.

“I panicked. The morning after, I just panicked.  I left the wedding ring on his bed, stole the rowboat and fled. I mean, yeah, we were fucking around… but… marriage?” Her eyes were open again, still fixed on the sky. The sound of the ocean was relaxing, but the memories were making her feal uneasy. “I don’t know. Anyway, when I tried to come back on the ship, months later, he said I could fuck off, so of course I stayed until he had to accept my presence. And when he did, I sort of… ran away again.”

“No, you didn’t!” Lucius had stopped writing, he was hugging the diary, listening to the story in awe.

“Okay, this time I had my reasons.”

“I’m starting to sympathize for the man, this feels wrong. You’re bad.”

This time Maggie turned to him and Lucius could see the despair in her eyes. He’d meant to be funny, she clearly took it seriously. She opened her mouth, her voice quivered, Lucius immediately felt guilty and tried to stop her, but Maggie was already trying to explain herself.

“I mean it! I had my reasons! Someone had information-”

“Maggie!”

Izzy’s voice came loudly, from the decks behind them; Lucius and Maggie both jolted in surprise, he immediately held onto the diary for dear life, exhaling loudly and placing a hand on his heart.

“What are you doing with him?”

Maggie didn’t reply as she sat back straight, trying to recover from the scare.

“Good morning” she said, instead.

“What?” Izzy sounded confused.

“Good morning, Maggie. Good morning, Izzy. How are you? I’m fine, Izzy, thank you. It’s a beautiful day, innit? It really is!” she sounded annoyed, as she looked up at the first mate, with a huff.

Lucius relaxed and hid a smile behind the diary; Izzy stayed silent, looking back and forth between him and Maggie.

“Good morning,” he mumbled, running a hand through his hair, fixing it.

“What?” she taunted, with a straight face.

Lucius almost snorted.

“I said good morning, now would you get up and follow me? We need help with that fucking map of yours” he gritted through his teeth.

“Not with that attitude, I’m not going anywhere” Maggie replied, dead serious. “You scared the shit out of both of us, an apology would be appreciated.”

“No…”

Lucius was dying inside, and he couldn’t resist. “I got very scared, I would love an apology, thank you” he had to bite the inside of his cheeks to remain serious throughout the whole sentence.

Izzy seemed to be on the verge of self-combustion, there was a pulsing vein on his forehead so big that Lucius though it was going to explode. His eyes never left Maggie’s though. She seemed very determined to get her apology and Izzy’s reaction to her demand was hilarious, to say the least. If Lucius didn’t know any better… but yet again, he did know how to read people…

And there was something in Izzy’s eyes that was screaming something along the lines of ‘not in front of him’.

The silence started to sound way too loud and uncomfortable, and when Izzy’s eyes slowly began to drop to the floor, Maggie’s hand snapped and she pointed her index finger to her face.

Lucius silently mouthed: “Oh, my God,” this was the most fun he had since he came back aboard the Revenge, after almost being killed by Edward.

“I’m sorry,” Izzy’s voice was clear but filled with anger and shame.

“And?”

As Izzy closed his eyes, he huffed and turned his back to Lucius and Maggie. His sword dangled by his side. “Would you please follow me?” without waiting for her reply, he left, limping back to the Captains quarters, using his cane for support.

Once he was out of sight, Maggie relaxed her shoulders against the mast for a second and inhaled deeply. Then, she got up and stared at Lucius with the corner of her eyes, silently, as she started to walk away.

He was still trying to process the whole conversation, with a huge grin on his face when he called after her.

“Please, please, please… tell me you spank him, too. Honestly, it’s the only thing I need to know” he teased, with a chanting voice; then he immediately added: “for now…”

Maggie was already on her way to meet with the Captains when she stopped and turned to face Lucius, her eyes sparkled with a tinge of malice but her face was dreadfully solemn.

“Only when he deserves it.”

[remorseful-fugitive]

Sorry for the silence + blog updates

Hello everyone.

Firstly, and most importantly, I want to apologise for my silence on this blog. Things in real life has been keeping me busy and quite stressed, as well as overall lack of motivation for writing. I do want to get back into roleplaying with all of you, especially to the new people that have followed me. I miss writing on here and having fun.

I will be making an effort to return onto this blog and get back into roleplaying. It just may take some time.

As part of this effort, I've made a few updates to my blog. I'll go over these updates now:

Snowy's bio has been given an update to make it a little easier to understand as well as add other terms for Icejins/Frieza's race, since many people refer to them by different names in the Dragon Ball fandom. I also aged her up from 18 to 20 (in human years), to show that she has been on the run for at least a year roughly since deserting the Silver Skulls.

I fixed some spelling mistakes in the pages, including the Know The Mun page where I misspelled my name somehow. Speaking of the page...

I added some extra information on there for people to know about me before they decide whether or not they would like to roleplay with me. I also spaced some sentences out to make it easier to read.

The rules have also been given an update to be easier to read as well to add some more information about the icons I use.

My promo has gotten an update as well with new links to the pages and to add that likes and follows will be from my main page.

I hope I can return to here sooner rather than later. Thank you all for following me despite my inactive status and for being patient with me.

Have a lovely day/night to you all.

[giles26willadsen]

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[killjoyfem]

“The extremists are afraid of books and pens. The power of education frightens them. They are afraid of women.” - Malala Yousafzai

[lizzie-is-here]

acta, non verba

captain america: civil war: part iii

summary: you’re not going to lose another family.

wordcount: 4.5k

warnings: cussing, violence, arguing, familicide, death, guilt, brainwashing, manipulation, me not knowing how to conclude this

series masterlist

This was not the situation you planned for. When you started explaining to Barnes how you’d signed up for experiments, you’d expected him to shoot you, or fight you at least. But instead, he’d told you it wasn’t your fault, and now you were on a quinjet with him and Steve, landing in Siberia to fight some doctor.

Awkward.

You checked your phone. Tony had texted you a few times.

‘Oh god you’re on that quinjet aren’t you’

‘Rhodey’s suit fell. He’s alivebut we’re rufhaing him to the hospiatl. I’ll updatw when possible. Stay safe kid’ You stared at the text, deciphering his misspellings.

‘His lower body’s paralyzed. I’m gonna make him some prosthetics’

‘The rest of Cap’s team is being sent to the Raft. Did you see that in the Accords?’

Your eyes widened, brain running into overdrive. Was Rhodey okay?

“The team’s being put into the Raft,” you muttered, standing.

“What’s that?” James asked, walking toward you as you projected an image.

“High-security prison in the middle of the ocean. It was a clause in the Accords.” Steve hung his head as you explained. You’d chewed your lip raw over the past few hours, and tried your best not to further hurt it.

“(Y/N), I’m sorry about all this. You warned us and-“

“It’s alright. Just help me fix it, okay?” You sighed, too tired to argue anymore. The lack of rest and abundance of stress was cracking your mind, thoughts loud and unorganized.

“How’s Rhodey?”

You glanced away. “Paralyzed. Waist down. Shattered spinal column.” Steve sucked in a breath, turning his attention back to the controls.

The jet descended without a problem, snow drifting up around the engines.

“I need a gun,” Barnes muttered to himself, going to open Nat’s weapon’s shelf.

“I wouldn’t advise touching hers, James. Grab one of mine instead. The case to the left of hers.” He nodded and grabbed a machine gun that you hadn’t touched in months, inspecting its condition.

“Why don’t you call him Bucky?” Steve whispered to you, opening the hangar.

“I don’t know,” you said. “You always told me it was, like, a friends-only thing. Didn’t wanna intrude.” You shrugged and sheathed your sword across your back, listening for the click to confirm that it was in place.

“You remember that time we had to ride back from Rockaway Beach in the back of that freezer truck?” Steve asked his friend. It was a test, poorly hidden. If Barnes noticed, he didn’t comment.

“Was that the time we used our train money to buy hot dogs?” At Steve’s chuckle, he smiled.

“You blew three bucks trying to win that stuffed bear for a redhead,” the blond teased.

“What was her name again?”

“Dolores. You called her Dot.”

“She’s gotta be a hundred years old right now.”

“So are both of you,” you interrupted with a grin. “Let’s get this show on the road so I can make lasagna for team dinner.”

As you all stepped from the quinjet, the conversation continued.

“You do team dinners?” Barnes asked, not bothering to shield his face from the wind.

You nodded as you came to a pair of open doors. “The original agreement was that we take turns cooking, but that was annulled after Rogers over here nearly burnt down the kitchen.” He laughed, quieting as Steve peeked in the doors.

“He can’t have been here more than a few hours,” he said. You recognized the “Captain America” voice.

“Long enough to wake them up,” James warned, clutching your gun a little tighter. Inside the dark building, you three descended an old elevator, each guarding the others’ backs.

You stalked behind them, twisting your sword in your right hand, a gun in your left. Each dark corner was a risk. Every noise a warning.

As the two super-soldiers started up a set of stairs, a loud thud echoed behind you. You were in the open, but simply approached the sound. An assassin wouldn’t make that mistake.

The door creaked before a light shone through. Tony.

“Oh, thank fuck,” you muttered, watching as he opened the doors all the way. He opened the helmet and continued walking forward despite the gun trained on him.

“You seem a little defensive,” he called as you stepped toward him.

“It’s been a long day,” Steve responded, shield still up. Tony glanced at the man aiming at his head.

“At ease, Soldier. I’m not currently after you.”

“Then why are you here?” Steve continued.

“Could be your story’s not so crazy. Ross has no idea I’m here, I’d like to keep it that way. Otherwise I gotta arrest myself.”

“Well, that sounds like a lot of paperwork for (Y/N). It’s good to see you, Tony.” He finally lowered the shield.

“You too, Cap. Hey, Manchurian Candidate, you’re killing me,” Tony called to Barnes. “There’s a truce here. You can drop… Is that (Y/N)’s gun?”

You wiped your eyes. “Look, it’s good to see you two joking again, but can we get a move on? I hate this place, gives me bad vibes.”

“You’re in a HYDRA facility, and your best description is ‘bad vibes’?” Tony asked as the four of you moved on.

“I’m running out of snarky remarks after the superhero custody battle that just happened,” you groaned, eliciting a few chuckles.

“Aren’t you a lawyer?” Barnes asked.

“Not that kind,” you stated, holding your hands up. The lighthearted mood darkened as you entered a larger room, metal supports arching and twisting. A few fluorescent lights flickered, casting sickly yellow light across the floor.

Six cryo tubes were stationed around the room, fog pouring from their vents. As you got closer, you peered into one. The Soldier was inside, and she was…dead. A bullet wound straight through the skull.

“If it’s any comfort, they died in their sleep.” The false interrogator’s voice echoes over dusty intercoms.

“Did you really think I wanted more of you?”

“What the hell?” James asked, once again readjusting his grip on your gun. If he held it any tighter, it’d crack. Then again, you didn’t really need it.

“I’m grateful to them, though. They brought you here.” A light flickered on, revealing the man behind the voice. Tony and Steve were quick to attack, but the glass window merely deflected the blows.

“Please, Captain. The Soviets built this chamber to withstand the launch blast of UR-100 rockets.”

“I’m betting I could beat that,” Tony shouted. He and Steve began circling one way as you and Barnes went the other.

“Oh, I’m sure you could, Mr. Stark. Given time. But then you’d never know why you came.”

“You killed innocent people in Vienna just to bring us here?” Steve asked as he approached the window.

“I’ve thought about nothing else for over a year. I studied you. I followed you. But now that you’re standing here…I just realized… there’s a bit of green in the blue of your eyes. How nice to find a flaw.” The man chuckled.

“You’re Sokovian. Is that what this is about?”

“Sokovia was a failed state long before you blew it to hell. No. I’m here because I made a promise.” You joined Steve, peering into the window best you could.

“You lost someone?” you asked, sympathy edging into your mind.

“I lost everyone.” You nodded. You had felt the same bitter anger when you’d discovered your family had died. Your first suspicion was that it had been a hit, and you were hellbent on revenge. You were ready to tear and break and kill to avenge them. But you can’t kill a house fire.

“And so will you,” he promised, boring holes through your head with his stare. Pressing a switch, a computer screen blinked on, date displayed on the screen.

December 16, 1991.

It was the same date as the mission report he’d asked the Winter Soldier for. It sounded familiar, but you couldn’t remember why…

“An empire toppled by its enemies can rise again. But one which crumbles from within? That’s dead. Forever.” The same lesson SHIELD had taught you. The very tactic you employed in toppling regimes. Target someone on the inside, turn the group against each other. This doctor, whoever he was, had played an elaborate game of chess with the world as his pawn.

Surveillance footage started rolling, and Tony took a few double-takes, staring at you.

“I know that road.” Why would he recognize a dirt road? What was so goddamn important about December 16-

“What is this?” Oh.

In the footage, a car crashed, motorcycle zooming past it. It doubled back, the rider stepping around to the driver’s side. A man stumbled from the car.

Howard Stark had died on December 16, 1991 in a car wreck on the way to the Pentagon. His wife Maria had also died. But this wasn’t just a car wreck.

Looking back at Barnes, he met your gaze.

“You need to run,” you mouthed to him, glancing at the several exits. He shook his head.

“Help my wife.” Howard’s voice crackled over the old film and your heart stopped. As the Winter Soldier lifted him from the ground, he spoke again.

“Sergeant Barnes?” As the Soldier punched square in the face, knocking him out, you took a shaky inhale.

“James. Get out of here, please,” you pleaded, hoping to avoid the inevitable. The man next to you stayed firmly in place.

“Howard!” Maria’s voice was as desperate as yours, and your hands shook. While Tony had harbored a dislike for his father, he’d always spoken so highly of Maria. As Tony stared at Barnes, you wished she’d died from the impact of the crash.

The Soldier stared straight into the camera before shooting it. A final bullet to your gut as a farewell from HYDRA.

As the screen blacked out, you raced over to Tony, trying to separate him and Steve. He jumped to attack James, but you and Rogers both grabbed his arms.

“Tony, please.” You were doing a lot of pleading today. He ignored you to stare at Steve.

“Did you know?”

“I didn’t know it was him.” He was never a good liar.

“Don’t bullshit me, Rogers. Did you know?”

“Yes.”

At the confession, Tony let go as if Steve was on fire. He tugged you with him, never breaking eye contact. As he shook his head, you thought maybe, maybe, you could talk him down.

Instead he backhanded Steve, sending the super-soldier tumbling. Barnes was quick to aim his gun, but was disarmed.

The doctor behind it all stepped back from the window with a smug grin. Fucking psychopath.

Tony flew past, preparing to blast the ex-Soldier in the face when Steve threw the shield. The two began to fight again, matching blow for blow as you watched in horror.

There wasn’t a way to de-escalate this without putting yourself in harm’s way. Help one and the other turns on you too. Was this what Sam meant when he told you about the day he lost Riley?

“It’s like I was up there just to watch.”

This was different. It had to be. Taking a running start, you slammed into Steve, knocking him over before whirling around to knock Tony flat on his ass. You frantically aimed your gun, not sure what to do now that you were in the middle.

“Tony, it wasn’t him!” you yelled, still turning in a circle.

“Move!” he yelled, soaring upward.

Tony blasted Steve and threw handcuffs that wrapped around his ankles. As soon as he saw them land, he was back to trying to kill James. A deflected missile crashed into a metal pillar. Steve was quick to break free and jump back into the fray.

As the building crashed around you, you ran to find the other three. Even if they were superpowered, they couldn’t survive the collapse.

You saw Barnes running, Tony barely missing his head with a repulsor shot. He slammed a control panel and the roof began to open, cold wind filling the underground base.

You leapt over rubble to him, raising your hands when he assumed a defensive stance.

“Take this, run. I can’t let him do something he’ll regret.” As you were about to pass off your grappling hook, Tony fired again, shaking the platform you were on.

He kicked Barnes across the gap, and you winced as he slammed onto another thin platform. Praying that Tony would hover for a moment, you jumped down, landing square on his shoulders and briefly weighing him down.

“Fucking run, James!” you shouted as Tony scrambled to push you off.

“I don’t want to fight you, Tony, but you’ve gotta stop,” you screamed over the whirring of the Iron Man suit.

He landed before undoing his helmet.

“He killed my mom.”

His tone was cold, nothing like the man you’d come to know over the past eight years. He was gone before you could stop him, following after the two super-soldiers.

You cradled your aching legs, anticipating the bruises that would come with having landed on a metal suit while wearing cargo pants. You definitely were out of commission for a while.

As the three continued their ascent, you stared at the ground. No better time to look for answers than when your friends were fighting to kill one another. Reattaching your grappling hook, you descended onto the rubble and ran down the nearest hallway.

If there were files, you could maybe find one on the Winter Soldier and prove to Stark that he and James Buchanan Barnes weren’t the same. Your feet ran on buried memories, taking you to a dark room. The doctor could be anywhere.

An explosion from a nearby room shook the building. You readjusted your footing, and hesitantly switched on a flashlight. Lots of physical files. Great.

Most of the boxes were in Russian, labels mainly revolving around missions, but one with english letters caught your eye.

‘James B. Barnes’

As you lifted it to your eye level, you read the description of the box’s contents.

‘Detailing the control and history of Sergeant James B. Barnes under the Winter Soldier Project.’ Perfect. You tucked the box under one arm as you further perused the shelves.

You screeched to a halt in front of a box, fingers tracing each letter.

‘Ворон’ Raven. Or Crow, depending on the translation, but you understood. This was your box. Rather, boxes. There were at least a dozen.

Another blast shook the ground. You guessed they were still going at it on the floor under you. God, HYDRA could brainwash people but couldn’t afford thicker walls? Cheapskates, the whole lot.

You sighed as you scanned each box, reading the mission dates. These were better left untouched. You didn’t want to know what you’d done under their control. Maybe it was childish, but you preferred to avoid weeks of guilt. You were very much content with burning this room and every box in it to ashes.

At least, you were until you came across one date.

May 28, 2004. The last mission you’d gone on before your family died. After that, you taken a break, only returning to SHIELD when you realized you needed money to continue law school. You’d quit the experiments and favored short missions.

The box was light, containing only a few papers and a USB. Did you really want to see the monster behind your mind?

“Curiosity killed the cat, but satisfaction brought it back,” you whispered to yourself as you approached a dusty computer. You knew it had to be ancient, but HYDRA tech had a penchant for lasting.

It burst to life and you ran a hand over the screen, shaking away the dust coating your hand.

A younger you sat in the same chair that the other Winter Soldiers had sat in, posture rigid and eyes staring right at the camera.

“Soldier, mission report.” The unfamiliar voice had a thick Russian accent, but you supposed the English was so Pierce could understand.

“Mission successful, sir. Targets eliminated with no evidence. No alarms were triggered.” It was odd, seeing a teenage version of yourself so emotionless. It was like it was a completely different person.

“Sir? Why did I… why did I have to…” past-you took a deep breath. “Why was I sent to eliminate them?” A glimmer of humanity behind your cold eyes.

“They were trying to hinder these experiments. If they weren’t eliminated, you wouldn’t be able to reach your full potential.” The answer came easy from the man off-screen. On screen, your brows furrowed, lips pursing in a habit you still had today.

“They seemed familiar. Can I know their names?” Evidently, he was done answering your questions and yelled for guards. They dragged you from the chair with ease, leading you away. The man then walked into frame, holding up a file.

Your stomach turned at his cold stare and your finger twitched toward the USB. Maybe you could just unplug it and stay oblivious. You had a bad feeling about this.

“All four targets were successfully eliminated. The Raven was extracted from a safe house with no injuries and doesn’t seem to be coming to yet. No articles have been written, and SHIELD has not yet been alerted to the situation.”

Your breath hitched in the dark room. As he flipped the page, you waited to hear the names of the people you’d killed. You’d have to visit any family of the victims and apologize, try to explain.

“Target names: Elise (L/N), age 45. Donovan (L/N), age 47. Vivian (L/N), age 15. Jacob (L/N), age 11.”

Your screams echoed through the building, even if you didn’t hear them yourself. Tears streamed down your face as you choked on your gasps.

You were the killer. You’d been a fool to think that a house fire could take out two SHIELD agents, a fool to pretend that you didn’t know better.

When they saw you storm the house, did they welcome you? Ask what you were doing when you stalked forward with a weapon? Did they fight back? Did you hesitate when they screamed your name?

“(Y/N)? What’s wrong?” You could practically hear them.

“(Y/N)?” The hand on your shoulder jarred you and you scrambled away, knocking over a chair. Steve and Barnes stood over you, concern washing both their faces at your panic.

“Don’t- don’t touch me,” you whimpered, curling in. Barnes glanced at the screen and sighed, casting a pitiful look back at you.

“What did you see?” He thought it was about him.

“I- I killed them,�� you sobbed. Steve knelt down, but you flinched away. “I’m a monster, Steve.”

“What? Who did you kill?” Flashes of memories flooded your mind. You helping your siblings with math as your father cooked. Your mother was talented in many activities, but not so in the kitchen.

“Mom. Dad. Vivi and Jacob. Oh, God.” You fell into sobs again as Steve’s face fell.

“Oh, no,” he whispered, turning back to his friend for a moment before trying to pull you into a hug.

“Please don’t touch me,” you tried, falling into the embrace anyway.

“We need to get Tony,” you heard the blond mutter.

“Right after we all beat each other up?” They’d done what?

“Yeah, he knows her better. You stay here with her and I’ll try to get him.” He pulled away as you continued crying. That stupid fucking recording was probably still rolling. You barely registered Steve leaving and Barnes sitting next to you, leaving at least two feet between you two.

He sat in silence for a while, unsure of what to say. What was he supposed to say? How do you comfort someone that just figured out she murdered her family while trying to help him?

“I’m sorry,” he whispered. You nodded.

“I am too.”

That was all that needed to be said.

Two sets of footsteps came running, the two leaders of the Avengers turning a corner and into the room.

“Kid?” Whatever fight had happened was evident. Now that your eyes were clearing, you saw the various cuts and bruises on all three men. Tony’s helmet was shattered. Steve’s shield was missing.

You stared at him as he sank to your level.

“Kid, Steve told me what happened-“

“Do you blame me, too?” If he held so much anger against James, he had to feel the same about you.

His silence was telling.

“No.”

“You’re lying.”

“(Y/N)-“ You turned away, picking up the discarded box on Barnes and shoving it into his hands.

“Don’t talk to me, Stark.” You stumbled on your feet, legs shaking under the weight of your conscience. Your head spun.

“I need- I need to go…” Your voice was heavy.

“Where?” Steve asked, leaning in.

“I need to go to their… graves.” The word was bitter. He and Tony both stepped forward, glancing at each other with distrust.

“I’ll take you. These two need to get out of my sight before I come to my senses and-“ You shook your head.

“I can’t lose two families in one day. Please.”

Tony stared at you like you’d grown another head.

“Kid, he killed-“

“If you really think he killed your parents, then you think I killed my baby sister and brother,” you spoke up, voice raising. “Do it, Tony. Tell me what I already know you think. That I’m no better than whatever thing HYDRA made out of me.”

He sighed. “You know I don’t think that.”

“Do I?”

“Fine. We take you there, and then what? They’re still fugitives.”

“You let me do what I wanted to do from the beginning.”

Steve spoke up again. “(Y/N), that’s a lot of work to take on right after you figured this out…”

“Please, let me do something good,” you asked teary-eyed. He hung his head, stepping toward you again and patting your back.

“Where were they buried?”

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Outside of the base, T’Challa revealed he’d overheard the whole thing, and was taking the doctor to be tried in court. You broke into tears again when he apologized for your loss.

The hours in the quinjet were even worse, with the three men doing their best to avoid each other and comfort you at the same time. By the time you touched down near a cliff side, Rogers and Stark had argued five separate times, you’d cried twice, and Barnes had very reluctantly patted your shoulder.

You were almost relieved to leave the tension behind when you set foot on the lush grass, starting toward the stone memorial.

What had been left of your family was cremated, a small funeral service held before you’d scattered their ashes over the cliff.

You traced their names as you sat before the large carved rock. You brushed some dirt from Vivian’s name.

“Hi. I guess it’s been a while since I’ve been back here. Sorry about that.”

“So, I figured out what really happened. I- I’m so, so, so sorry. I’m sorry I didn’t visit more often, I’m sorry I agreed to those goddamn fucking experiments-“ You ripped up grass and threw the blades.

“Sorry, Jacob. I know I shouldn’t cuss around you.” You paused, eyes tearing up for the umpteenth time.

“I wish you’d fought back. You could’ve won, ya know? I wasn’t very good. You let me… and that makes it so much worse. Why didn’t you just fight back?” You composed yourself before continuing.

“I’ve spent the last few months looking for the ex-Winter Soldier. He’s the reason I did those experiments, remember? I can’t remember if I told you that it’s Sergeant James Barnes, Cap’s friend? Vivi used to think he was so hot…” you laughed. “She must’ve shown me the picture 20 times.”

You glanced back to where he, Steve, and Tony stood, keeping a respectful distance.

“He’s pretty cute.”

“I know you wouldn’t want me to dwell on this, and, honestly, I don’t want to. I know you forgave me twelve years ago. It’s still gonna be a while before I fully forgive myself, though.” You could practically hear your mother, ranting about how you always held onto things long after they’d been fixed.

“I know, Mom. I promise I’m working on it. It’s just hard to not feel responsible… I technically am. Barnes didn’t have a choice, but I chose the experiments and…” You choked back more tears.

“Damn, you’d think with how many times I’ve come, I’d stop crying,” you chuckled, wiping your eyes.

“I just wanted to stop by now that I know the truth. Wanted to apologize for everything. God, I’d do anything to have you guys here right now.”

“I love you all, okay?”

After three visits, you’d gotten used to not receiving a response, but this time hurt more.

Watching as you rose to your feet, the trio behind you made awkward conversation.

“Did you ever come here?” Steve asked as he watched you stand. Tony shook his head.

“She told me about it once or twice. It’s a nice area.” He could picture the house that once stood where the memorial now was.

You stepped away from the stone, walking back over to the group.

“How are you?” You shrugged.

“Can we go home?” Tony hesitated, casting a glare at Barnes. Finally, he nodded.

“What are we going to do about the Accords?” he asked. Steve shot him a look of disapproval.

“Tony-“

“Listen, just because shit like this happens doesn’t mean that we get a break. You and your war buddy over there are still breaking the law, and (Y/N)’s the only one who can fix it.” You knew he was right, but you needed some time.

“Tony, can you call Ross for me?” He stared down at you before agreeing. You took his advanced phone in your still-shaking hands and put it on speaker. You cleared your throat and did your best to sound confident.

“Hello?”

“Secretary Ross.”

“Agent (L/N). To what do I owe the pleasure?”

“Two things, actually. One, I’m petitioning to get pardons for Sergeant James Barnes, Natasha Romanoff, and Wanda Maximoff.”

“Funny, (L/N). Barnes and Romanoff are on the run, Maximoff’s in prison. You don’t stand a chance against the UN.”

“I didn’t call for a chance. Second, I want the Sokovia Accords nullified.”

“You can’t make that demand.”

“I think I can. I’ll see you in court next month.” You said with a sarcastic grin, hanging up before he could get in another word. You dropped the facade as you handed the phone back to Tony.

“I know what you’re doing. Stay busy and ignore the actual problem,” he stated matter-of-factly.

“I know.”

“It’s not healthy.”

“I know.”

“You really shouldn’t-“

You groaned. “Are you a therapist or an Avenger?”

“Stark’s right, you should deal with this first,” Steve agreed, waving to your disheveled state.

“Too bad, Rogers. I’m already scheduling meetings.” You tapped away on your phone.

“Why are you so hellbent on the team staying together?”

“Listen. You guys are the first family I’ve had in forever. And today I found out that I’m a child-murderer-“

“You’re not”

“-and I’m trying really hard to prevent losing another family. So just… cooperate with me, okay?”

You slipped your phone back into your pocket and looked back to the quinjet. You’d deal with the self-loathing and recovery some other day. Time to get down to business.

a/n: hnnnng, okay so i know the ending is a bit sloppy and the whole mental thing doesn’t quite make sense yet, but i promise it will soon. i honestly don’t know how to feel ab this one but i’ve had that twist in mind forever and really wanted to try and integrate it. sorry if this is bad, hope you enjoy anyway! <3

[painsandconfusion]

Whumping the Whumpers Masterpost

The story of how a chronic whumpee(Ethan) teams up with his past whumper(Nate) to get revenge on the whumpers who have whumped him before. Lots of angst. Lots of whump. My babies, honestly.

(SO sorry the Hyperlinks inside the first four posts won’t work since I moved blogs. I tried to fix them and tumblr glitched tf out. You’ll have to navigate with the masterpost. I’m so sorry, please message me if you need help finding something tumblr ate.)

Click here for most recent update of the list (in case you’re looking at an rb or something).

Please read individual trigger warnings for each post.

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Whumper: Nate Walker (he/him) Whumpe(e)/(r ): Ethan Scott (he/him)

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Main Storyline:

Part One: Sticks and Stones May Break My Bones, but... Whumptober post (sorry it’s nameless). Nate re-captures Ethan, and is less than thrilled by Ethan’s newfound pain tolerance and ‘bitch make me’ attitude. . Part Two: Blood Redd Nate thinks Ethan might like to see Redd again. . Part Three: Whisked Away Nate is butt-hurt Ethan didn’t call him. They got problems that need attending to. . Part Four: You Know You Want To... Rescue mission. Nate is creepy (cuz when is he not), and Ethan struggles with himself and his desires. . Part Five: My True North Ethan does a really really good job almost maybe making good choices. . Part Six: Such a Good Girl... Nate isn’t great at not getting what he wants. . Part Seven: The Bartlett Café Boys eat food, boys talk murder. Nate’s creepy but in a cute way. Mostly fluff. . Part Eight: So Flinchy! Alec gets Anna settled in to her new hell home. . Part Nine: Get in, Bitch, We’re Going Shopping Wait...you don’t buy matching outfits with your bestie to wear when you kidnap someone? You’re missing out. . Part Ten: Pretty Little Noises Nate and Anna have their first session. She’s really cute. Nate almost can’t handle it, she’s so adorable. . Part Eleven: Save a Horse, Swipe a Cowboy Aww look! Their first kidnapping together. Honey, get the camera! . Part Twelve: In the Zone The boys get Elias settled at Nate's dungeon place. Ethan is too shy to whump in front of anyone else yet. Poor baby. . Part Thirteen: No One Owns Me Ethan really needs to keep his emotions in check if he wants to be a good whumper. Elias really needs to not push buttons if he wants to not die. . Part Fourteen: Blowing Off Steam Nate is stuck with damage control after being denied ~fun~ but is doing a great job. . Part Fifteen: Chaos Anna is in too much pain to not have any marks to show for it. Rude, honestly. . Part Sixteen: Right and Wrong Ethan broods like a depressed, half drunk poet (like he always does) to tell us about Our Merry Little Murderers' origin story. . Part Seventeen: Own Destiny Ethan broods again because that's who he is as a person. He's tired of not knowing what to do with himself or his life....so Nate and he come to an arrangement. . Part Eighteen: Fluffy Pancakes Listen. Guys. I know you want to get to the whump, but....Well, Nate was craving blueberry pancakes. And I don't have the heart to tell him no. So you get fluff before the brutal torture. Sorrynotsorry . Part Nineteen: Gruel 101 Nate likes oatmeal. Ethan hates Elias. Nuff said. . Part Twenty: You're Going To Need Your Strength Elias hates the oatmeal. Everyone hates everyone. Fun fluffy angst. . Part Twenty-One: Bigger Fish Frikkin finally we get to actually hurt Elias - Nate bleeds because @cryptidhongo drew me a feral shroom in exchange. Fight them, not me. . Part Twenty-Two: Master A little bit of karma is good for the soul. . Part Twenty-Three: Hiding From Everyone has secrets. Who's closet is this skeleton going in? . Part Twenty-Four: Run, Anna Runn Well. I mean, at least you can try. Good luck tho. Her last name is Gunn; I did not misspell, it is a punn >:p . Part Twenty-Five: Ship in a Bottle ...Ethan didn't have a great childhood. This is just one exhibit of that fact. . Part Twenty-Six: Scream for Me I scream, you scream, we all scream for therapy. . Part Twenty-Seven: Valentines Special Just fluff. Nate likes Ethan, Ethan likes laser tag, it all works out in the end. . Part Twenty-Eight: The Carrot and the Stick Throwback episode to four years ago. Meet Johnny. Ethan's first love and unfortunate whipping boy. . Part Twenty-Nine: Lacuna Time to get Crawford in the basement already. Also - seems like Ethan has history with him? Whatever, I'm sure the plot will unravel it eventually.

Part Thirty: Not the Knife Crawford's pretty sure he's just already getting a bit of a break for his first night in Nate's workshop. This can't be that bad .....right?

Part Thirty-One: Concrete Crawford isn't doing so hot with that, actually. He'd rather get carved up. Ethan think's that's a great idea.

Part Thirty-two: Strikeout Failed escapes. Amiright?

Part Thirty-three: Nightmares and Daydreams The boys can't sleep. Toss in some gore and fluff and you got yourself a chapter update. Bam.

Part Thirty-four: Die Here Anna is starting to come to terms with her fate. Nate thinks that's cute. Short and sweet. Anna learns Ethan used to be in her shoes. Maybe he still is...

Part Thirty-five: Bath Good boys who take pain well get restful relaxation (probably?)

Part Thirty-six: Something's Not Right Not all wounds are visible.

Part Thirty-seven: Silent Stranger Keep quiet.

Part Thirty-eight: Off Guard Sometimes whumpees get out of their handcuffs. Sometimes, in a room full of weapons, they grab one while they wait for the doors to unlock.

Part Thirty-nine: Kristen Throwback to 'Anna is a bitch'.

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Ghost of Ethan Past

(flashback scenes from Ethan's days as a whumpee)

Stay Down: Elias hasn't had Ethan long, and Ethan is doing a very very very bad job at the 'get on your fucking knees when I enter a room' rule.

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Random Stuff:

You know how people have spirit animals? Well this is Nate and Ethan’s spirit tiktok....Thought you might wanna see...

Nates house visual reference.

Whumpee Ethan noncon mody modification collar alternative

Nates Custom Chuck Taylors

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[adorerdraco]

Healing Heart ✧ Draco x Reader Mini-Series PART 1

Summary: Draco meets and accidentally falls in love with reader during his sixth year (HBP). Part 1 of a upcoming series.

Warnings: angst, some fluff, mentions of blood, crying, panic attacks

Words: 6.4K words (I made this so longgg)

A/N: my first Draco writing !!! i am sorry ahead of time if there are any misspellings, typing with long acrylics is hard omg. ALSO PLEASE FEEL FREE TO SEND ME REQUESTS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! also i do not own this gif.

It was almost satirical how Draco managed to fall in love with someone at what might be, is, the lowest point in his life. It was his sixth year at Hogwarts, the dark mark burned into his left forearm, the restless mending of the vanishing cabinet, the impossible task of killing his Headmaster, the Dark Lord looming over him and his family with promises of torture and death if he didn’t follow through with the orders he was given.

Draco was an empty shell of what he used to be. The playful and mean remarks that would leave his mouth to anyone that stood in his path were gone. The devious twinkle in his eye and the smug smirk that used to grace his face almost 24/7 was reduced to a permanent scowl and red-rimmed eyes. He looked as if he had aged a rough 10 years since the last year he was at school. Everyone noticed it.

Everyone noticed the skipped meals, the lack of sleep, the empty look in his eyes, the falling behind in class. But no one dared say a thing to him. It almost seems as though people were afraid of him now more than ever. The sneer on his face and the reckless and impulsive attitude he held now was like a repellent for anyone that tried to come near. He was completely alone, whether he liked it or not and he decided to keep it that way.

That all changed a few months into the year, however, when you were rushing to DADA, your long house colored scarf getting tangled underneath your feet causing you to trip and lurch forward, dropping all your books, your wand, and crashing into, you guessed it, Draco Malfoy himself. There was a loud cracking sound as you both tumbled onto the ground, a yelp slipping past Draco’s lips as he held his hand in pain.

"Oh, Merlin,” you gasped, Draco shooting you the dirtiest glare. “Draco, I’m so sorry.”

Before he could open his mouth to tell you off and incessantly insult you into oblivion, you reached forward and took his wounded hand in yours, the softness of your hands and tender touch throwing him off guard. He watched you as you examined the damage on one of his fingers.

“It’s just a sprain,” you finalized after inspecting it for a couple seconds. Draco recoiled his hand from yours as if he had touched a hot surface. He moved to get up and you huffed out a “wait, hold on,” as you scrambled around the ground for your wand. When you felt the wood underneath your fingertips, you clutched it and jumped to your feet, gently grabbing onto the sleeve of Draco’s robe who was already trying to retreat.

“Get away,” he snarled, snatching his arm out of your grasp.

“Let me help,” you pleaded softly, “it’ll be quick, I promise.”

Draco looked down at you with annoyance. He was about to leave again until he felt that same tender touch from just a few moments ago. The feeling stunning him again as he looked down at his hand that was now lying palm up in yours.

“Episkey,” you drawled the wand over his injured finger, the both of you watching the swollen and purple bruise beginning to form suddenly fade away.

Draco gave you one last scowl before he snatched his hand out of yours and turned around to leave the corridor, leaving you standing there dumbfounded as he quickly walked away, his cloak floating behind him like the professor, who’s class you now realized you were very late for.

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:* 

That night, Draco lied awake staring at his ceiling he had charmed to resemble a starry night sky. His mind wandered off to think about spells he could try to help fix the vanishing cabinet and different ways he could kill Dumbledore without actually having to face him. He thought of his parents, mostly his mom, and how much he wishes he could save her and himself from this life. He thought of this school and how much he missed being an unknowing child who just did his schoolwork, played quidditch and bully the Golden Trio. He missed the two-dimensional life he used to live. Even if he used to be a complete ignorant and snobby arse, he was a happy one at that. Only now he knows that life isn’t what mummy or daddy say it is, in fact, it is so much worse.

He found his mind wandering to his uneventful day of dragging himself through his classes and failed attempts on the cabinet in the room of requirement. He then all of a sudden remembered the klutzy y/h/c girl that tripped into him and sprained his finger. He remembered how soft her touch was and how gentle she was in fixing said finger. That feeling was hard to forget. He hasn’t felt such tenderness since he doesn’t know how long. He recalled his mother’s hug before he boarded the train to Hogwarts, but that was ages ago.

In his ever growing turmoil, there wasn’t an ounce of warmth in Draco’s life since he’s returned to school. The coldness he was feeling on the inside was just as apparent as it was in his surroundings. He catches himself wishing he could feel that touch again, something about you radiated warmth, and just as quick as that thought appeared, he pushed it away. 

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The next day, as Draco was leaving the room of requirement and into the empty corridor, he felt the familiar ache in his chest that began to flow through his body. He had made little to no progress today on the cabinet. He felt a panic attack on the horizon, his breathing becoming staggered and tears pricking his eyes. He hated it. He hated feeling so weak.

He began rushing towards Moaning Myrtle’s bathroom, his tears blurring his vision and just like the day before, he crashed right into someone. Instinctively, he held the other person in place by their biceps so neither of them would fall. But that still didn’t stop how upon impact, the other person’s head had collided with his bottom lip. He squeezed his eyes in pain as he felt the skin break and blood quickly escaping it. When he pulled back, he focused on the figure in front of him and realized it was you. The same klutzy girl he bumped into yesterday. 

“Oh no, not again,” you frown, placing your hand on the part of your head that met Draco’s lip.

“You ought to watch where you’re going, you twit,” he snarls, stepping away from you in anger.

“It was an accident,” you responded just as harshly. You take a deep breath and throw the attitude aside. He was bleeding for Merlin’s sake and you felt bad that it was because of you. “I’m sorry, please let me heal you again,” you offer, taking a step towards him, closing up the space he had made.

“I think you’ve done enough,” he backs up, eyeing you down.

“Draco, please, just let me heal your lip and i’ll be out of your way,” you ask again, your soft and guilt ridden e/c eyes peering up at him through your lashes. Draco’s heart flutters, his anger subsiding for a second and he nods.

You step towards him once more and unexpectedly place a warm hand on his face while the other brings your wand up to his lip where it hovers. It was a non-verbal spell you used this time and he felt the pulsating pain in his lip subside to nothing. 

Even though he was healed, you both stayed in that position, your hand still on his cheek and his eyes gazing into yours. He didn’t realize it at that moment, but the pain in chest had also subsided, just a little. The tears had gone. His breathing was drastically slower.

“What’s your name?” the question tumbled from his lips before he could stop it. You gave him a small smile, your hand falling from his face and he frowns when he feels the cold on his skin from the loss of contact.

“It’s Y/N, Y/N Y/L/N” you answer. “We have potions together this year, actually.”

Draco thought back to that class, now that Slughorn was teaching it he hardly paid attention, especially since he felt he was skilled in it anyways so he would let himself slip into his thoughts and let the whole period pass by in a haze. He feels as though he might have heard your name here and there, but he wasn’t so sure.

“Hm, funny, I’ve never noticed you,” he says, not intending it to sound rude but it did. He watches your face fall and he feels a slight guilt poke at him.

“Well, like I said, I’ll be out of your way now,” you mumble to him, brushing past him softly as you continued your path out of the corridor and out of his sight.

He didn’t know why, but he felt a little sad to see you go. He shook his head, shaking the thought from his mind and instead of the bathroom, he decided to go to his room, no longer feeling like he did before your little encounter.

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As days went on, Draco ended up paying more attention in Slughorn’s class. Not to the chubby old professor, but to you, who he shared subtle glances with throughout classes and half-hearted smiles.

You wanted nothing more than to continue talking to him. To be in his presence. He was like a magnet to you, while everyone else thought the opposite of him. Even Pansy, who usually was up his ass, distanced herself from the ghost of the boy she once obsessed over. You couldn’t lie, the small crush you harbored on Draco had only grown more and more each day. It started about three years ago, during your third year when you had seen him in the hospital wing after his run-in with Buckbeak.

You remember the sheer shock you felt when you had seen him for the first time that year. The slicked back hair was gone, he had grown several inches taller, maybe even a foot taller now that you thought about it. His voice had deepened into that haughty tone you somehow couldn’t get enough of. But just like you, many other girls noticed these changes too and began pursuing him. Something you’d never had the guts to do.

Until now.

The feelings you had been suppressing for the past 3 years had come back in overflow the second you bumped into him the other day. Even worse this time since you’ve actually had a conversation with him now and the fact that he won’t stop looking at you.

Slughorn pulled you out of your thoughts when he announced to everyone to partner up to brew the potion he had been lecturing us on all week. Draught of Peace.

“This is your chance,” your friend besides you sings to you as you looked longingly in Draco’s direction who hasn’t moved from his spot.

“No, he usually works by himself, I don’t want to bother him anymore than I have,” you sigh, slumping down in your seat.

“Y/N, you’ve been in love with him since third year,” she huffs, “besides, maybe he only works alone because no one can stand being near him.”

“Shhh, someone might hear you,” you hiss, slumping even lower into your seat. “I am not in love with him, it’s just a stupid crush,” you whisper angrily to her while she only rolls her eyes.

“Okay, well, have fun working alone,” she smirks, getting up from her seat and scurrying across the room to join another classmate. You gape at her in distress, she returns the same gesture, mocking you. She then points over to Draco and smiles, giving you an encouraging thumbs up.

You rest your head in your hand for a second, feeling the hot blush that had made its way onto your face and focused your gaze onto the table in front of you. You mentally hexed your friend, who thought it’d be a good idea if she were ditch you so you would be forced to look for another partner. Jokes on her, you’re not getting up from this seat.

‘I can’t go up to him,” you thought, ‘he probably thinks I’m some annoying creep who won’t leave him alone. I’ll just work by myself.”

Draco looks over at you, noticing the empty space beside you and the frown on your face as you pushed your Potions book to the side and sat up to get your cauldron ready. You were alone, and so was he. He fought himself on whether or not he should join you. It was a bold move, especially for him. He was used to working alone, but the longer he looked at you, the more he found himself missing the sound of your honey sweet voice and soft eyes. Before he had any more time to argue with himself about it, he gathered up all his things and walked over to the empty spot next to you.

“Do you want help?” Draco asked awkwardly, immediately regretting his decision to move. Your eyes shot up from the potion book, not expecting to see the blond next to you with a faint blush on his cheeks.

“Um, yes, actually, that’d be nice,” you mutter out to him, moving some stuff around on the table so that he would have space for his. You could hardly contain the deep red blush that was already on your face from intensifying at his presence. You swallowed thickly as the realization set in that your longtime crush was right beside you and even offering a helping hand. Which in Draco’s case was extremely rare, almost unheard of. Matter of fact, this is something the Slytherin Prince has never done.

He sets his bag down and his supplies and takes a seat, rolling up his sleeves so that he could get started on crushing the porcupine quills into the moonstone powder. The amount of times he has made this potion by now for himself was sad, but good in this case since he would be able to impress you with his skill.

He worked diligently and quietly and you watched as his long slender fingers worked everything with attention and precision. You were looking up at him every now and then which you now realized was a terrible idea considering you were in the middle of cutting ginger root and you weren’t exactly coordinated to begin with. You felt the sharp blade slide across your finger and a small gasp left your mouth when the pain instantly began once the first drop of blood fell.

Draco looked at you in confusion, his eyes widening slightly when he saw the blood dripping from your hand and your face contorted in pain. You ignored the looks Draco was giving you, afraid that he might be looking at you with contempt for being sloppy.

“Y/L/N, perhaps you should go to Madam Pomfrey,” Draco suggests, now seeing that the cut was very deep as you inspected it. In fact, it was so deep he swore he could’ve seen bone.

“No, it’s fine, I can heal it,” you ignored the sharp pain and placed your hand on the table and pointed your wand at the cut with your uninjured hand. You focused on the cut and closed your eyes, letting your wand do its magic with your unspoken spell. When you opened your eyes, the cut was gone, just a small scar in its place and drying blood around it. “You see,” you smile, turning towards Draco and waving your finger, “brand new.”

“You don’t want dittany for the scarring?” Draco asked with an eyebrow raised.

“No, I don’t mind them and this one is small anyways. They’re like memories to me. Some come from good experiences, some bad. I don’t know if you’ve noticed, but I’m a little clumsy,” you explain, a small smile on your lips.

“Trust me, I’ve noticed,” he sighs, “so you’ve managed to become your own healer because of that?”

“Exactly that,” you hummed. “That’s actually what I’m studying to be. I plan on being at St. Mungo’s once we graduate. I’ve been studying for it my whole life.”

Draco was silent for a moment. He watched as you carefully threw ingredients into the cauldron and stirred them with caution. He noticed that despite your clumsiness, you handled everything you touched with a care and gentleness. It was a calming sight to him for some reason and he faintly smiled.

“I think you’d be a great healer,” he complimented quietly. You looked at him with one of the brightest smiles he’s ever seen and his heart swells at the thought of it being because of him. He feels a smile mirroring yours that tries to break through, but he fights it.

“You know, you’re a lot nicer than you let on,” you say quietly, waiting for his reaction from the corner of his eye. Draco wants to give you a snarky remark, just to uphold his cold reputation he’s given himself since his first day back at Hogwarts, but he doesn’t.

Instead of saying anything, he just shrugged and gave you a small smile, turning his attention back to the task at hand. You do the same, choosing to enjoy the comfortable silence that had settled.

When Slughorn came by to check when you finished, he eyed you and Draco and smiled.

"Ahh, Mr. Malfoy, I’m glad you’ve finally decided to partner up with someone,” he gleamed. “Miss Y/L/N here is an excellent potions student such as yourself.”

“Yes, she is,” Draco responded, keeping his eyes trained on the professor. He didn’t want to look at you, feeling embarrassed that he has now complimented you twice in the last 20 minutes. You smiled to yourself, something you’ve been doing a lot of since the slytherin boy sat next to you.

“Well, I suppose you’ll be pleased to know the two of you have brewed an outstanding potion,” Slughorn grins, “both of you will receive perfect marks on this. You can be excused from today’s class now.”

“Thank you, Professor,” you begin gathering your things and turn towards Draco. “I’ll see you next class? Or maybe somewhere around the castle when I accidentally bump into you.”

Draco chuckles and shakes his head, “perhaps. I’ll see you soon, Y/L/N.”

With that, he strides out of the class, you staring at the back of his platinum blond head with a stupid smile on your face.

“You’re welcome,” your friend suddenly appeared next to you, playfully slapping your arm. “I don’t remember the last time I’ve seen Draco look so... calm.”

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*

Weeks had gone by, and several Potions classes. The seat beside you now belonged to Draco and the two of you had in a sense, become friends. Or acquaintances. You couldn’t quite say. 

He was still brooding and mostly kept to himself, but he would converse with you here and there about things, almost always school. The two of you continuously getting outstanding marks on everything you produced much to Slughorn’s delight.

Sometimes he would come to class looking disheveled or angry and those were the days where no matter how much you tried to talk to him to at least maybe get his mind off things, he would ignore you. Wouldn’t even look at you. You couldn’t deny how it had hurt your feelings, but you would brush off the hurt and remind yourself that it wasn’t personal. He was obviously going through something, you didn’t know what, but you had to respect that sometimes he just didn’t want to talk. That was hard. Especially because you just wanted to hear his voice or see him give you that rare smile when you would say something he found amusing or you would accidentally drop something off the table with your elbows or knocked over with your hands. 

You were rounding a corridor when you saw the flash of blond zoom past you. He didn’t see you, but you saw the pointed look in his eyes and the tears that were pooling in the stormy gray eyes that you adored. You mentally fought yourself on whether or not you should follow him, he looked so upset and all you wanted to do was give him a peace of mind. So you followed him, all through two corridors until he disappeared into Moaning Myrtle’s bathroom.

Your heart broke at the sobs that filled the bathroom. They were full of pain and despair. The sound of his rapid breathing mixed in with his cries was more than enough to let you know that he was having a panic attack. You pushed open the door slightly to see him hunched over a sink, his robe discarded on the ground along with his vest and tie leaving him in only a white long sleeved dress shirt. 

You wanted to run in and help, but stayed back, realizing that this was something that was extremely personal. You knew he would be livid if you or anyone saw him like this, so broken and emotional. You were about to leave, all of a sudden feeling very ashamed for even following him in here. You watched as he looked up into the mirror, an anger flashing in his eyes as he stared at the reflection looking back at him. Not yours, but his. All he could see was a monster staring back at him. A failure. A weak man. He was disgusted and angry with what he saw and before he knew what he was doing, he had pulled his fist back and you watched it collide with the middle of the mirror where he had been. The glass shattered upon impact, the shards now flying in all different directions and embedding into his knuckles. He fell to the ground on his knees, in pain and clutching his fist as his cries only got louder. 

That was when you threw open the door, rushing in to help him, not caring that you were going to have to put up a fight in order to even get near him. Draco’s eyes shot up to meet yours, and just like you thought, he was beyond pissed to see you. 

Draco has never felt such humiliation in his life. The beautiful and kind y/h girl he had acquainted himself with, was now looking at him with pity. He grabbed his wand from his pocket, pointing it at you with such quickness that you faltered in your steps.

“Get. Out!” He yelled, his wand shaking violently in his uninjured hand. He would never hex you, but he figured you would fall for his bluff and leave. But you didn’t. You only sat yourself down a few feet away from him and felt your own tears begin to fall. “Y/L/N, I swear to Merlin, if you don’t leave, I’ll-”

“You’ll what?” you challenged. “I just want to help.”

“I don’t need your help,” he sneered, his wand still pointed at you.

“You’re bleeding, a lot, Draco,” you point to his bloodied hand that curled to his chest. “You know I can save you a trip to the hospital wing and Madam Pomfrey’s interrogation.”

After a few moments of silence and a wand still pointed at you, you slowly scoot towards him. Your hand encloses around the one holding his wand and you lower it for him while he watches you. He was still crying and breathing heavily. His panic attack somehow getting worse now and no longer having the energy to fight you. You finally reach him, now knee to knee with him and you place a hand on his shoulder.

“Draco, just breath with me,” you say calmly. “In,” you took a long exaggerated inhale, and after a few seconds, “out,” and let out an equally exaggerated exhale. You did that with him for a while, his pained gray eyes focused on yours the whole time, never breaking eye contact. Once he was calmed down enough and was just left with the post crying hiccoughs, you took his injured hand in yours. There was shards and particles of glass stuck in his reddened and bloody skin.

You reached into your robe pocket and pulled out a set of tweezers you kept with you. You often found yourself getting splinters or tiny rocks stuck in your skin when your hands hit the pavement when you’d fall you try and catch yourself.

“This might hurt,” you warn, starting to remove one of the biggest pieces. He sharply inhales as you try your best to do take it out carefully.

It was quiet the rest of the process, just sniffles and gasps from Draco when you had removed a piece that especially hurt. When you were done, you waved your wand over the gashes and watched as they faded into faint pink scars. You got up, pulling him with you and took him to the sink where you rinsed off the blood from both your hands and his. 

He couldn’t say anything. He didn’t know what. He just stared at you, dumbfounded and confused. You turned your body to face his and he did the same, eyeing you carefully and still very cautious to any move you made.

“I can leave now, if you’d like me to,” you offer quietly. He stayed silent, wondering if he should just send you off. But he didn’t want to. You had already seen him at his worst, and he was terribly alone, so he just shook his head ‘no.’ You looked up at him and decided to risk it all. “Can I give you a hug?”

Draco was stunned at the question, his heart pounding against his chest. “I suppose,” he managed to let out in a strained voice.

You slowly stepped closer to him and slid your arms up his biceps until your hands met behind his neck. You stood on your tippy toes and pulled him into you, his chin now resting on your shoulder as your hand smoothed the back of his head. You felt him stiff under your touch and as he got comfortable in your embrace, his arms raised from his sides and snaked around your waist, pushing you flush against him. You stayed like that for what felt like forever, and he held you tightly, not wanting to let go.

This was the first time in a long time that he had felt any type of relief. It had been such a constant uphill battle for him, day after day. He took a deep inhale accidentally, but the smell of your perfume and shampoo filling his nose and his mind made him feel at ease. The warmth of your body from underneath his fingertips brought him peace and succor.

“Thank you,” he whispered into your hair so quietly that if you weren’t so focused on him, you would’ve missed it.

“Anytime.”

That was the day Draco Malfoy became your friend.

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*

Potions class was no longer the only place you would see Draco. Now that the two of you were comfortable with one another and he trusted you more than anyone else, he found himself hanging out with you every day during his free time when he would be done messing with the cabinet.

It would be taking walks around the castle. Sneaking out at night and meeting behind statues to talk. Sitting together at a bench in the courtyard. Skipping stones along the Black Lake. It’s been months of this. Months of friendship he so desperately needed. You had helped him through several more panic attacks and meltdowns, each time coming closer together. He never told you about what caused them. The worst ones were when he found he had almost killed Katie Bell and Ron Weasley, and as much as you begged him to tell you, he kept his mouth shut. 

He had spent so much time with you that it was affecting him. But for the better. He found himself eating again at the Slytherin table and his friends were more than excited to have him back. He still wasn’t too buddy-buddy with everyone as he once was, but he joined conversations and shared a couple jokes. He was even sleeping a little more. He was still beyond stressed, but it wasn’t as gut-wrenching. He enjoyed Potions again and even started paying a little more attention in his other classes. His new found energy even helped him greatly progress in mending the vanishing cabinet, finally making a breakthrough in fixing it.

He would lie awake at night sometimes and thank Merlin you crashed into his life, literally. You were like an angel to him, healing his heart with every word and smile and touch you sent his way. It was easy with you. He tried his best to keep his emotions at bay, reminding himself that when he would have to follow through with his task, he would lose you and that thought pained him to no end. But he was selfish, and he adored you with every fiber of his being so he couldn’t leave you alone. And especially not when he needed you most.

Today, you lied in the grass, shoulder to shoulder and staring up at the sky and watching the clouds. You were a little ways from the castle, away from all your other classmates and teachers and it was nice. Finally being able to enjoy time with the Slytherin Prince without people gawking at the two of you.

“My mother used to do this with me when I was a small,” Draco trailed off, his eyes following a particular funny shaped cloud. “She would take me out to the garden behind the Manor, usually when father was doing some work at the ministry. But we would sit against this tall oak tree and I’d be on her lap and she’d have her arms wrapped around me and she would point out the funniest shaped clouds and try to pinpoint what they resemble. Sometimes she’d even joke around and say the weirdest shaped cloud looked like father.”

You giggled at that last part, your heart swelling at the story. He rarely talked about his family, but when he did, it would always be of his mother and a happy memory he had with her, never his father.

“Draco, can I ask you something?” you turn onto your side, your elbow holding you up as you gazed down at him.

“What do you wanna know, darling?” you blushed at the nickname but brushed it aside, knowing he only meant it in a friendly way.

“Forgive me if it’s rude, you don’t have to answer,” you begin, “but do you miss your father? I know it’s none of my business and I’m so sorry the Daily Prophet put your family business on blast like that. I can’t imagine how that must have felt.”

Draco frowned and followed you in turning onto his side and propping himself up with his elbow to face you. You remembered the image of Draco and his mother on the newspaper, bright lights flashing across their faces as all the press tried to get picture of them after the sentencing of Lucius Malfoy to Azkaban. You remembered seeing Draco look so sad, yet strong beside his mother as he looked from her and then into the camera with disdain. 

“Sometimes, I do,” he answers, eyebrows furrowed as he thought of his father. “My whole life, he’s expected nothing short of perfection from me. There were no room for mistakes, and if I made any, I would be punished for them. I remember coming to Hogwarts was like an escape, a place where I could finally sort of relax and be a child. I don’t miss his scolding or his coldness. But I miss having a father, I miss going home on that first day of summer and seeing both my parents even if he was going to reprimand me for something later on in the day. He’s been with me my whole life, and now he’s gone, stuck in a cell in Azkaban. He’s never going to be the same. Home is never going to be the same.”

You felt tears prick your eyes as you listened to the boy beside you, a distant look in his eyes as he turned back over on his back to look at the sky in the middle of his explanation. You sat up and he did the same, looking at you with a frown when he noticed you were about to cry. You took your hand in his and held it tightly.

“I’m sorry, Draco,” you mumble. “You don’t deserve any of the bad things you’ve been through.”

“I do,” he shrugs. “I’ve been a real git since I’ve been at Hogwarts, you know.”

“You’re different now,” you say. “Sure, you still haven’t lost a little bit of the Malfoy snobbishness and you’re still a bit of a git, but you’re kinder and more gentle. You’re a lot more empathetic and perceptive. I mean, I’ve never spoken to you prior to this year, but your reputation follows and the Draco in front of me doesn’t seem anything like the Draco you were.”

“How you’ve managed to insult me while complimenting me is something I’ve never seen anyone be able to do successfully is astonishing,” he laughs, a smile growing on his face as you laughed with him.

“I’m serious, Dray,” you giggle, “I think you’re a good person.”

“I’m not good,” he thinks to himself. The compliment leaving your lips made him feel foul. He didn’t deserve to have such a kind soul complimenting him to be something he’d never amount to. He frowned and harshly stood up, and you quickly followed. Suddenly afraid that you might have overstepped your boundaries.

“Where are you going?” You ask, fear trembling in your voice. He begins to hurriedly walk off and you chase after him, stopping in front of him so you could place your hands on his chest to stop him. 

“Y/N, let me go,” he pleads. “I’m not who you think I am.”

“I think I’ve been around you long enough to know who you are.”

“Not long enough.”

You stare up at him, but he refuses to look at you. His body feels rigid under your touch and it pains you to see him beginning to shut down again.

“I know something has been bothering you this year, and I know it’s not just because of what happened with your father,” you start. “I don’t know what is hurting you so deeply enough to make you hate yourself, but I’m here to tell you that whatever that thing is, it doesn’t define you.”

Draco swallows thickly, the tears already falling down his cheeks. “It does, it does.”

“No, it doesn’t,” you cry with him. “Even if you don’t see your goodness, I do.”

Both you and Draco are crying, the tree you were now standing under was swaying violently in the wind, as if it was picking up on your guys’ emotions. You placed a hand on his cheek, and he leaned down, pressing his forehead against yours.

“I’m not good,” he whispers to you, “and once you see that, you’re going to hate me.”

“I could never hate you, Draco Malfoy,” you promise, a complete sincerity in your voice that it makes his heart jump.

Draco lifts his head up and sniffles, he watched you do the same, peering up at him through your wet lashes. He brought his thumb up to smooth the crease in between your eyebrows, letting it fall down to your cheeks where he wiped away the stray tears that had stilled. His hand then landed on your mouth that was pulled down in a grimace that matched his own. His thumb grazed over your lips, the softness of them nearly driving him mad. He wanted nothing more than to feel them against his own, but he couldn’t bring himself to kiss you. He didn’t want to drag you into the darkness of his life more than he already has.

“Kiss me,” you said to him, so softly but it rang loud in his ears. You had seen the way he looked at you and how he seemed so focused on your lips. You knew what he was thinking because it was exactly what you were thinking. You wanted this just as badly as he did. “Kiss me.”

Every argument he had in his head vanished and suddenly he closed the small space between the two of you and gently placed his lips onto yours. It was a fluid movement, like two puzzle pieces fitting together.

Your hands found their way in his hair, holding him closer to you and he did the same by gripping onto your hips. His lips were soft against yours, filled with fervor and desire. He was gentle with you, but you could still feel the deepness of his kiss and how it intensified with each second. He had put all his emotions into it, his care, his appreciation, his want, his sadness, his grief, his love.

When he pulled away and the two of you stood there staring at each other with love stricken eyes, he realized he had made a grave mistake.

He realized he was in love with you. He realized that he would never be able to let you go, and you would never let him go. And he knew that with the direction his life was going in, one way or another, you would get hurt and he would lose you, maybe even to death itself.

So in that moment he knew. As much as he loved you and wanted more than anything to be with you, he couldn’t put you in that position where you would be staring evil and death in the face. He wouldn’t tarnish your beautiful soul like that.

“I have to go,” he breathed out. “Please, leave me alone. For good.”

And with that he turned away, leaving you standing under the tree with tears falling down your face, a sob escaping your throat and the sound of your knees hitting the grass below you. He held back his own cries and walked faster away from you, knowing you had finally done damage to yourself that you couldn’t heal, and it was all his fault.

PART 2

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Chapter Two

Pairing: Viktor x reader, Silco x reader.

Warnings: Mentions of injuries and blood, slight tension, and a little Sevika cuz i'm gay

Reader and Viktor both were with Singed, and when he decided to leave undercity, things took a turn for both of them.

A/N: Second part people wohoo, sorry for any misspellings, likes reblogs and comments are so appreciated <3

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“fix your leg?” you pouted, wandering your eyes on his body one more time before standing up, you checked the small window on the door before turning back to face his now concern eyes, “how did you know I fix things like that? Do any of your piltie friends know it too?” he shook his head no before pulling up the hem of one leg, showing you more of what’s under there, “I know you won’t ignore this request,”

Taking another deep breath you clenched your jaw watching him struggle to stand up, even with his cane.

He was ready to leave but a grip on his arm stopped him from taking further steps, “I will fix it, under one circumstance” you said letting go of his arm, he could feel the pain growing in your voice and he could see the fear starting to built up on your eyes when you looked at him one more time before licking your bottom lip to talk, “when it’s over, you need to leave and no one, I mean it Viktor, no one should know about this!” you warned as he stood straight, holding his cane with the other hand, “as much as I want to ask you why’s this hiding game for, I respect it, and I appreciate you for that!” he spoke reaching his hand to your face, and gently caressing the soft skin of your cheek, the overwhelming feeling of his touch made you remember all the things you went through, to get here.

He pulled you a bit closer by the back of your neck still holding a gaze with your now watering eyes, kiss her, do it! That’s all what’s on his mind now, having you this close once again made his heart skip another beat, moving his fingers on your neck to your throat he could feel the throbbing rhythm under his touch, you still liked the way he touched you, same affect.

Lips nearly touching each other, you opened your eyes to face him inches away from you, that made you pull away quickly as someone in the other room called your name, you looked at him wiping your eyes clean from the tear that just rolled down your cheek dripping on the back of his hand, he froze in place, “Y/n..” “Things changed Viktor, I changed, if it was not 10, maybe just 5 or 6 years ago I would stand here, face to face with the boy I learnt everything I know from” you cried out taking another deep breath, “I would beg you to stay, to not leave me alone here in a city that swallows the weak, and I was weak when you left.” Tears coming down your eyes as you stared into his golden ones, there was nothing in there, not anymore.

“You wanted me to stay?” “I needed you to stay, but that’s alright” your murmured kissing the hand that was holding yours, “I’m happy you’re safe, and we’ll get this leg fixed soon!” your tune changed again, it was the same warm, joyful voice that he always heard, “you still amaze me!”

“Oh there’s yet so much to see!”

They called, one more time,

“I’m gonna bring you something to wear, you look so neat for here.” He chuckled looking at himself in the mirror then you one more time before you walked back to open the door, exiting the office leaving its door open, “Jasper would you bring a pair of decent clothes for the gentleman in my office?” you almost sat down to be in the same height and whispered to the little boy in front of you and giving Viktor another smile, Everything was better from far away now where he was standing, watching you.

“yes ma’am, oh boss was asking for you too,” you turned to him quickly and nervously, so obvious for Viktor to notice your sweet smile now coming back on your lips, “why didn’t you tell me sooner?”

“You were busy!” he mocked you, raising his eyebrows pointing at Viktor.

“Alright, alright, is Sevika here?” he nodded running to the tools he knew you needed for her, “I got it Jas, go do what I told you!” you patted his shoulder sending him on his way, knowing Viktor was still watching your every move from the slight open door, you nervously smiled when the tall woman walked in, beaten up almost to death. Blood splashes were everywhere from her face down her neck and arms,

“Heavens Sevika..” “it’s not mine” she spoke referring to the blood covered face and chest lighting a cigar that was hanging from her chopped lips, “I thought you’re here to pick up the new orders!”

you ran around opening drawers to finally finding a clean cloth for her, stumbling to the bathroom you turned on the water to wash the cloth when Jasper walked in from the back door with the clothes you asked for, you heard a loud groan from Sevika that thankfully got both Jasper and Viktor’s attention too,

“stay here” you mouthed voiceless to Viktor before making your way back to the woman sitting, almost leaning on your sofa, Jasper was a smart kid so he simply just handed the clothes to Viktor then made a noise for Sevika to know he’s here.

“Oh, you look like shit!”

“Jasper!” you turned around with a frown on your face, the boy would be the death of you one day, but that day couldn’t be today.

Sevika raised both her eyebrows looking at the dark haired boy, “Piss of kid, I’m in no mood.” He then rolled his eyes and walked straight out of the place,

with you sitting on the sofa beside her you kinda blocked the way to your office and starting to clean the blood off of the skin of her neck and chest, she flinched when the cold piece met her sensitive skin, “the Shimmer container is broken.” She said closing her eyes as she rests her head on the back of the sofa giving you more access to the scratched skin, you moved your hand further cleaning the dried blood and still open wounds, “It’s alright I’ll fix it” you simply brushed off the situation by giving her another look of certainty, that was your job you made it so you will fix it too,

“Silco said you’re already finished with the weapon?” you looked up beneath your lashes, and answering with a simple ‘mhm’ your lips shut and clearly distracted by something else, "this soon?"

“I have other things to do too, so the quicker this get done, the quicker I can do the rest of them.” You stood up from your seat looking at her arm one more time as you tossed the bloody cloth away, “and you fucked the arm one more time! Sevika I swear if you keep doing this I’m not going to touch another piece of this!” placing your hand on your hip you gave her another annoyed look, “doing what? You didn’t expect the arm to stay clean with me, did you?”

“I taught you how to fix it!” still annoyed, you moved your hand to your hair and tied it in, something between a bun and ponytail, just to get them out of your face but still let it rest loosely, she was trying to move something inside of the arm,

“the minor problems? Yes!” she said standing up and stepping forward, Sevika was taller and the fact always gave her an unfair satisfaction to know once she's infront of you, she's going to have all your attention, well mostly.

taking another step she was now few inches away from you when the blade came out of her arm with a speed that made you gasp, you were scared by your own creation and you knew too well that blade can cut your throat open with ease, “but this? Look it up bunny,” the pet name again, this woman will never stop being a tease, she pointed at her forearm that now was losing a piece, completely vulnerable to any simple damage, “this isn’t minor, they fucking torn my arm apart,”

The damage, the way it was somehow ripped was like nothing you’ve ever seen, the thing was strong and with the looks of it something burnt the edges of her arm too causing the Shimmer to actually blow up, “This wasn’t a fight, whoever did this is using something…. I've never seen before” you breathed out taking her metal arm in your hand running your fingers over the cuts, “careful!”

“I am” she watched as you worked again, it was either another blade or a gun this thing was now able to destroy one of your best and finest works, grabbing a random part you pulled it real hard that caused the older woman to actually lose balance and trample forward, you took a handful of broken pieces out and throw them on the ground with a clink sound that continued a bit longer than expected, reaching your fingers further inside you closed one eye and stared into nothing when a burning feeling made you take out your hand fast, whining at the sudden pain you held your wrist and unconsciously keeping your bloody hand between your thighs Sevika moved her arm away from you and carefully held your hand with hers, her organic one.

She was holding it up in the light so she could see what you have done again, "let me see," the tip of all your fingers were cut, now bleeding a bit, "it's alright, it's just a cut" you mumbled shaking you hand and putting the finger tips between your lips looking at her arm again and taking it with your other hand, “gods Sevika this blade was your idea! It fucking chopped all the wires off!” she smirked taking your chin between her two fingers, “you’ll find a way sweets,” voice filled with sarcasm.

Viktor was listening to the conversation, at first just because he was close and sitting in your office but then it got interesting, so that’s what you do, not just prosthetic limbs but you would turned them into weapons, now this looks more like you,

At first, this felt against his manners, he had heard about Shimmer here and there before, but this was the closest he has ever been to the real thing, all the topsiders were fighting over it calling the liquid dangerous and threating, down here people were living with the drug, good or bad, the meaning of it was far too different.

Taking another look at his leg he compared it to the people he just saw few hours prior, if he ever doubted walking in here, he was now so certain he wanted to do it, he wanted you to fix it for him!

[august4k]

Doing what I can

summary- jinx is madly in love with you

word count- 2.4k

pairs- jinx x f!reader

cw- nothing i think?

note- i gained a jinx obsession so she will be my first post ❤️ my little skrunkly but anyways i legit started this today and finished it LMFAO. it’s inspired by songs rlly anddd it’s not proofread so sorry ab misspells 😞

It was dark in Jinx’s hangout, as she watched you go over her notes to make sure her work was correct on her tinkering with the book she had found for the work of the hextech device she “borrowed”. The music in the background was more of a hum at this point to the blue haired girl, as it seemed to cancel out the longer she stared at you. You added a few notes to things she had written, little things to possibly fix, but she didn’t bother to ask why or ask you to explain to her what was wrong with what she previously wrote. Because now you were twirling the little hair left that was unmanageable to fit in her braid between your fingers while you read her work and it felt like non-existent people were watching her to see if she’d make a move on you or mess something up.

Her slender fingers twitched as she wanted to move them to touch you somehow, but she had no clue on where to put her hands. On yours? Your shoulder? Your lower back or waist? What was the right spot? “Other than the two things I corrected, you basically got it spot on my engineer!” you smiled bashfully, which made Jinx melt. When she realized she hadn’t replied yet she grinned and slid the book back towards her. “Thanks beautiful, I just wanted you to double check.” Jinx said in her softest tone. She was trying her best to be kinder just for you, didn’t want to be overly pushy or go on missions without you.

Though she didn’t even attempt to put the same effort around others such as Silco or Selvika, -though everyone knows Jinx will do absolutely anything to mess with Sevika.- because she doesn’t need everyone else to see her trying to be the best she could be but that she in fact couldn’t stand to be somewhere you didn’t notice her.  You gave her another breath-taking smile and leaned down, placing a peck to her cheek as she froze. “Anytime.” you had said before standing up to make your exit. “I'm heading down to the Last Drop! You should join me if you’d like.” was the last thing you said to the girl before exiting her hangout.

Jinx let out a breath she was holding, slapping her hand on her chest before letting what events had just happened settle in her brain. She rushed up, speed-walking to go meet you down at the bar as she didn’t want to waste a second being near you -as to her, every second counts when it comes to you-. Once she made it downstairs and happily sat in the spot next to you, she gave you a large grin. You gave her the gentlest smile you could muster and right then and there, she had felt like you two were the only ones in the bar. The bartender dropped a glass of the drink you normally order right in front of you, then went to grab Jinx’s personal cup. You and Jinx kept going back and forth, chatting about absolutely anything that came to mind.

Meanwhile, Jinx went on and on to describe what she found incredibly endearing and interesting in what someone's habits can be when it comes to going through an average day or even when it comes to a certain hobby. And it was all about you. All of those things that she named off the tip of her tongue naturally were things she had picked up from you. To the sleepovers where she saw your average morning routine, what it was like when you get ready for your day, to going to bed and seeing how stunning you were while sleeping. Even if you saw it as imperfect, and saw many other things much more gorgeous and graceful, she loved that even you didn’t have to be perfect. She adored the small things that could portray you as you -last time the two of you had a sleepover, she could hardly look at you when you would get ready for bed or your day together because she thought her heart would stop if she admired you too much.-.

You were in awe as you listened to Jinx ramble, and then went on talking about how much you agreed that certain people had habits you could adore so much. Could you not figure her out? How were you the only one who couldn’t tell she was crazily in love with you? And as much as Jinx just wanted to hurry and make you hers, make you learn she loved all your imperfections and show you how she didn’t want to share any of you. She didn’t want you to find someone else to have sleepovers with, long talks at the Last Drop, or check someone else’s work because you were one of the most intelligent person someone could know, or spill all of the most random facts about you, or the secrets you didn’t tell anyone else because they didn’t have a bond close enough as yours and Jinx’s.

Week later from now, every second of the minute, minute of the hour, hour of the day. God even the days by the week, all Jinx could think of was you. She was even out on a mission with you and was distracted by you defending yourself in a battle that she had been blown to the ground, scraping her knees. She didn’t even stutter to run and help you, ignoring the trickle of red liquid seeping into every crevice and crack in her skin, letting them bleed just for you. Jinx still replays the moment you two got back to her hangout, watching you in awe as you cleaned up her wounds, despite yours being just as appealing to clean.

Hell, she even cleaned up yours just to take it as a chance to flirt. There was no going back with that at least. Repeating the words of your gentle voice telling her it was okay to get a little closer. Days passed, and it was like a chase of whatever she was feeling for you, trying to find proper words to describe, name it. At a point she wanted to blame all of you, wanted to say you were possibly leading her on. Much to say like you were holding a treat in your hand and she was following you just to receive the goodness, something you could crave because of how appealing it seemed just to be rewarded with something so incredibly good just for being yourself.

She wanted to say you were leading her to a cliffs edge just because you could and she would follow whatever you had to say. Until one day, it seemed like everything was so clear like a gorgeous sea. You held her by the hip, chatting away with Sevika about a recent poker match, as she had been trying to teach you. Jinx refused to be separated from you, and you didn’t bother to protest, filling up Jinx’s head with dizziness, a sore stomach from butterflies. You asked Jinx to hang out with you that day, which ended up in her suggesting you two go and find some place to eat. Once you two were leaving the Last Drop, Sevika called you over, which you had gently wrapped your arm around Jinx to place your hand on her hip while you had a chat with the buff woman.

Once Jinx headed back home and went to change into her nightwear, she stood in front of her mirror and pictured an imprint of your fingers on her hip in gold like a sort of tattoo, touching the spot with care as she engraved the placement in her head. She swore she still felt the coldness of your hand there. And only the gods knew of all her pining for you, the patience she had to find the right time to even mutter how madly in love with you she was, made her hands shake. Even the moments you say her name, it still feels like everything just…stops. Just looking at you, hearing your voice repeat in her head, the beautiful glow she saw in your eyes, even when they could be the dullest in all of Zaun, she couldn’t help but get the urge to tell you how didn’t want you as a best friend but instead something more.

To the latest sleepover you two had, Jinx took it as a moment to be vulnerable because if she was honest, she could never feel like she had to lie to you. So laying in bed, late at night Jinx admired you. The two of you gazing at each other, JInx dares to say your eyes were loving to her. “You know, even in my worst times you managed to see the best in me.” Jinx whispers, and you’re positive this is the calmest she’s ever been near you. “Always. I…care for you a lot Jinx, I don’t think you’ll ever understand how much you mean to me.” You told her, causing Jinx to look down at a necklace that was wrapped so prettily around your neck.

The blue haired girl envied the way it got to be against you like that, unlike her. “God even through my worst lies, you still saw the truth in me. I hate that you’re so perfect. I hate that I love it so much.” Jinx whimpered. Her neck grew tight in fear of your reaction, feeling her eyes swell with tears. “I think I worry a lot. Sevika tells me I need to take it easy sometimes. And I even,” you started but cut yourself off with a faint laugh. “I get this anxious feeling too. But…when I’m with you, Jinx, it goes away for a minute when I’m here with you. That’s what you do to me.” You shared with her, bringing your hand up to tuck loose strands of hair behind her ear. Jinx finally looked up, making contact with your eyes. “What do you do when you’re unsure if you love someone?” she asked you, not even knowing if you had known an answer.

“Hun, you have to crave it. Chase it even. Just until you’re close enough to taste it. You know what I mean?” You replied. And if you were honest, you were scared she had loved someone else. Were you too late? Did you not confess in time? All Jinx did to your answer was give you a smile. Her blue eyes that made your heart race when she looked at you stared warmly at you. She leaned close to you, stealing a quick glance at your lips before leaning even closer to press a soft kiss on your cheek.

You laid there stunned until Jinx hopped up, gently linking her hand with yours and pulling you up with her. “Come on, I made you something and I wanna show you.” So leaving the four walled room that belonged to Jinx, the comfort followed the both of you as Jinx led you both to her hangout. The two pairs of feet pattered against the cold metal as Jinx picked up a trinket that was square, a large red button in the center. It was decorated with her little doodles in lots of colors such as pinks, purples and yellows.

She placed it into your hand, pointing at the button “Press it! You’ll love what happens.” Jinx eagerly said, her eyes wide as if stars were in them. You nodded, slowly clicking the button. A faint hiss filled the large cave, a boom right after as sparks of reds, pinks, and a silver filled the air. You peered around in awe, walking to the edge of the circle platform to peek even more at the gorgeous bursts of color. Jinx stood a few feet behind you, admiring the way you looked so beautiful under all the colors. “This feels right, doesn’t it?” Jinx said, walking over to her record and playing one of your favorite instrumentals for you.

You shivered at how beautiful she sounded, like her voice was laced with tempting mischief and gold. You spun around to turn around, smiling as you nodded. “You feel right.” You replied, watching as Jinx smiled to herself, turning away as if she refused to make eye contact with you. Carefully swaying over to her, you grabbed one of her hands and twirled her to face you. She looked into your eyes, seeing the reflection of multiple colors in her large blue eyes. “Are you asking me to dance weirdo?” Jinx teased, the two or you giggling like children. “Will you dance with me if I say yes to that?” You responded, Jinx simply rolling her eyes and wrapping her arms around your neck, swaying to the music.

You didn’t say a word, instead admiring the beautiful girl ahead of you. Her blue hair was out of their daily braids, instead in its normal long waves. She wore an oversized purple shirt, -it looked like the same one you were wearing a few sleepovers ago.- yet even without her trying, it was like she was the most beautiful art piece you had ever seen. “Penny for your thoughts?” Jinx asked. You let out a nervous chuckle, turning your head to the side while she lifted a finger and held it against your jawline, turning your attention back to her “I’m too scared to tell you what’s been on my mind.” You admitted, which made her tilt her head, her blue eyes looking at you oh so innocently. “What? Why? Tell me! Please.” Jinx jumbled out quickly, cupping the side of your face.

“Well since you asked so nicely…it’s because you’ve been the one crossing my mind lately.” You mumbled sheepishly. Red filled Jinx’s cheeks, feeling her heartbeat pounding against her chest. And since Jinx is, well herself, she decided to make one of her best impulse decisions yet. Placing her free hand on your other cheek, she pulled you in to connect your lips to hers. A few seconds in, you melted into the kiss, wrapping your arms around her and reciprocating it.

The kiss goes on for minutes, no one bothering to count. Jinx sitting on top of her table while you gently hold her close by her thighs. The beautiful sparks Jinx made for you ran out minutes ago but kissing her felt as if they were still there, made just for the two of you. Only pulling away once your lips felt numb, the feeling of being drunk of each other's kisses radiating into the air. “Does this mean you’ll be my girlfriend?” You chuckled, Jinx going in to kiss the tip of your nose “Only if you’ll be mine.”