#gen x is just bitter they didn’t have it

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Boomers & Gen X: hnrg social media bad

Everyone: Wow! Amazing! Brilliant! How Insightful

Gen Z: hey our government is pretty fucked up and capitalism is killing us

Everyone: shhh. ur just a silly kid go back to the crayon corner

Gen Z: I’m 18?

Everyone: *no longer listening* kids these days I swear

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blood moonlit, must be counterfeit

summary: a guy at a party has a really good dynamight costume, and you two get to talking about your favorite heroes. (pro!bakugo x you)

wc: 1.68k

cw/tags: swearing ofc cuz it's bakugo, mentions of drinking and alcohol, halloween party, first meeting, emotionally constipated katsuki and reader is kinda oblivious lol

note: NEW HALLOWEEN HEADER BABY also this idea had me by the throat so i needed to write it down before it consumed my entire psyche. i'm back to writing for bakugo again because iykyk and halloween fics are giving me a lot of motivation right now. hope you enjoy!

likes, reblogs, and replies are always appreciated <3

“I have to admit–your costume is pretty damn good.”

“Yeah? Just ‘pretty good?’”

“Mhmm. Almost looks like the real thing,” you remark, taking another sip of the dangerously sweet jungle juice in your cup. It's an unreadable mix of bad ideas and bold flirtation, perfect for a Halloween party of barely 21 adults. The blonde guy beside you on the worn leather couch tilts his head slightly like he's re-affirming what you just said in his mind. “I think the real Dynamight would be impressed.”

“Would he, now,” he huffs under his breath, mouth curling into an unreadable smirk. He exhales a quick breath of what you think is amusement through his nose, eyes flicking over your body for the umpteenth time since he sat down with you. It makes your face heat up and you casually avert your gaze downward, catching more details of his costume that you didn’t notice before. 

The gauntlets were obviously the star of the arrangement, covered in numerous scratches, burns, and dents that attested to their “battle” usage. The boots were impressive, too, and you wondered how long it took to place every individual orange eyelet over the front of each calf. The cinder block rectangles sitting on his broad shoulders truly looked like real stone, solid like the toned muscle holding them up. It was the domino mask that threw you off the most, though. The guy must have been wearing bright red contacts, or something, because to look so similar to the actual Pro should have been considered a crime. 

“Who’d you come to the party with?”

“Just some friends,” he replies, shrugging an infuriatingly sexy shoulder. His entire look was putting the real Dynamight to shame, in your opinion. He nods upward in the direction of a guy in an equally accurate Deku costume standing with a very convincing Shoto lookalike. “They dared me to wear this and I lost the bet.”

“Must have been some bet, if you’re moping over here like a toddler.” The shrewdness of your words escapes you until they’re already past your lips; thankfully, he just smirks again and leans his head back, resting an arm on the back of the sofa.

“I’ll ignore that you said that, 'cause you're clearly intoxicated” he mutters, shooting you a brutal side-eye. Thanks to the alcohol, though, you’re far from deterred. 

“How gracious,” you chuckle and his smirk gets a little more arrogant. “What was the bet?”

“Some dumb drinking contest. That asswipe in the green can put down more shots than he looks.” He scowls and you fight down the urge to giggle at his bitter expression. He was the only guy you’ve ever seen that could make a grumpy face look hot. The only guy besides Bakugo himself, of course. “I wouldn’t have worn this shit to a party to save my life.”

“What, Dynamight isn’t your favorite Pro?”

“I’m more of an All Might guy,” he replies nonchalantly. He appreciates the classic heroes. Good sign. “If I had to choose a different one, I’d probably say Jeanist.”

“Jeanist is pretty cool. My best friend had a cardboard cutout of Eraserhead in her closet growing up.” He barks out a laugh and it startles you, but a mysterious feeling in your stomach wants to make him do it again. “What do you think of the current gen of heroes?” He hums thoughtfully, running his tongue over his top lip and you swallow back your drool.

“Red Riot’s a good guy. Deku pisses me the fuck off, but he’s got a good head on his shoulders. Same thing with Pinky and that Half-and-Half asshat. Chargebolt…” His expression turns into a frown so deep you’re worried that Chargebolt killed his family or something heinous like that. 

“What about him?”

“He’s just dumb. If given the choice between his life and a grain of sand, I’d take the sand,” he deadpans and you choke unexpectedly, wincing as your drink travels up the wrong tube and into your nose. His eyes widened in concern, reaching out to pat your back but deciding against it at the last moment. His glove-covered hands hover around you like you’re radioactive matter, carefully watching as you regain your composure. “You good, nerd?” Uses the same vocabulary as the real guy, too. Kind of weird, but I guess we all have our idols. 

“Yeah, I’m good. I just didn’t expect you to badmouth him like you two were friends from high school or something,” you joke lightheartedly and the guy blinks at you twice before computing what you said. 

“It’s whatever. They’re super fuckin’ easy to read, in any case,” he states with an air of finality and you down the rest of your drink, the dim lighting starting to blur everything around you into a single greenish-orange blob. “What about you? What are your thoughts on the new gen?”

“I can’t make such bold judgments as you, but I do think Dynamight is pretty cool,” you admit, suddenly feeling a little bashful when having the same question turned on you. The truth was, you followed the lives of the heroes a bit too closely than the average person should. It fascinated you so much that you were majoring in Quirk-specific journalism, studying the social and economic consequences of being a Pro. “I think his public persona is an interesting case when compared to other heroes.”

“How so?”

“Well, I’d like to imagine that he’s not always the loud, arrogant, obnoxious piece of shit that the press shows,” you start and narrow your eyes in confusion when he flinches at your description. You continue anyway but choose your words a little more carefully. Probably isn’t good to upset the guy who might have fashioned functioning gauntlets, if the costume truly is accurate. “There’s a side to him that I think the public doesn’t know about and doesn’t care to know about, since it’s easier to understand him as a loudmouth with no sense of manners. I just wonder who that guy is under all the yelling and testosterone.” His silence is deafening and you worry that you somehow offended him, but his tone is so gentle that your assumption becomes an impossibility.

“Seems like you’ve given this guy a great deal of thought,” he says lowly, voice barely audible over the sound of the blaring house music. 

“Well, he is my favorite,” you add quietly, not expecting him to catch what you said. He does, though, and that mischievous smirk returns to his face. Somehow, you two had inched closer together over the course of your conversation, and you were now close enough to smell his cologne. It was something deep and smoky, with a surprise note of sweetness, like caramel. “I’ve been following his hero career since I was in high school.”

“I didn’t take you for a superfan, but I do appreciate your support,” he chuckles and your eyebrows furrowed in confusion. “You seriously haven’t figured it out?”

“Figured what out?”

“That I’m Dynamight, stupid. This is my actual costume and those are my actual friends. Hell, I'm paying for this whole shitty party,” he says incredulously, genuinely shocked that you didn’t come to that conclusion already. Your skepticism, however, rears its head and you burst out into rude laughter. 

Dynamight? Yeah, right. More like Dyna-maybe. 

“Excuse me?” He stares at you like you’d grown three heads and your heart drops into your stomach. You must have said your thoughts out loud. Fuck! “You’ve got some nerve, testing the patience of a Pro.” His words, under any other circumstances, would have cut down your pride like a knife. However, his eyes were conveying a different story, one of lust and want and holyshityouwantedhim. “Got anything to say, sweetheart? Or are you gonna just keep gaping like a fuckin’ goldfish?” You abruptly snap your jaw back into place, leaning your head into your hand and smiling in triumph when his gaze again uncontrollably rakes over your body.  

“I’ll believe it when I see it.”

“See what, gorgeous?”

“That a Pro kisses better than a normal person,” you murmur and his pupils blow to the size of pool balls. He wastes no time, gently but firmly grabbing your chin with two fingers and pulling your mouth onto his. His lips are ridiculously soft and you muster up the courage to bite him softly, heartbeat racing when he groans into your mouth. One arm drapes itself over the back of the couch, the other pulling you as close to him as humanly possible without practically sitting on him. Your hand combs through his hair and the other keeps him on you by the back of his neck.

Right when you run out of breath, he pulls away and swears colorfully at the phone buzzing in his pocket, answering it with one hand while his forearm is still pressed against your lower back. You absentmindedly trace his jawline with a finger while he curses out the person on the other line, eventually chucking the device over his shoulder like it was the last thing he was thinking about. “You need to go somewhere, sweetheart?” He lightly pinches your side at your mockery and you jump, flicking his forehead in defiance. 

“Nah, that was a job for Dynamight. Right now, I guess I’m still fuckin' Dyna-maybe,” he rasps and leans back in to kiss you again but you push his face away, giving him as sober of a look as possible. “What?”

“If you need to go kick ass, then go kick ass. I’m just some random makeout at a party,” you remind him, painfully aware of the sting if he was to leave you alone. His expression contorts into indignancy again but you still try to convince him to alleviate whatever situation he was called in for. “Your job is more important than a hookup.”

“I don’t do hookups, dumbass. I’m interested in you,” he states plainly and your face is set on fire. The Pro, who you just insulted to his face, was interested in you? “So, let’s get out of here, yeah? I can make you dinner that isn’t shitty pizza.” His mouth breaks into a devilish grin and you’re already grabbing onto his hand like your life depended on it. 

“If someone messes with us?”

“It’s a good thing I’m already in costume.” 

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blurb: i want to forget | tom holland

pairing/AU: university AU - modern king!tom holland x female!reader

summary: reunions are always sweet, aren’t they?

warnings: swearing, infertility, smut (+18 mdni!!), fingering, unprotected sex, creampie

word count: 3.1k

a/n: this one’s interesting that’s for sure! very curious to hear people’s thoughts on this tbh! 😳 also this is barely edited. i only read through this once!

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“Your Majesty! His Majesty gave orders that he did not want to be disturbed!”,

The muffled voice travelled through the door to Tom’s office. He found himself spending more and more time in here. It was the only place where he could get some peace and quiet, and not be bothered by all the vultures at court clawing for a piece of him.

The door flew open, and his Queen, Genevieve, burst into his office. Quickly, and as discreetly as he could, Tom folded the paper he’d been reading, tucking it away under a notebook.

“Leave us!” she ordered the guards; anger coated her words.

She looked pretty, he noted. Her summer dress ruffled with every stomp towards him. Daisies ruffling in the wind. The sweetness of her outfit, dimming the impact of her scrunched face. With a hard stop in front of his desk she slammed her hand down.

“What’s going on?” Tom queried calmly.

“Why don’t you see for yourself?” Gen huffed, gesturing toward his desk where a pregnancy test was left in her wake.

Tom’s stomach turned at the sight. Like a crystal ball the small plastic stick would tell him his future. With a shaky hand he picked up the test, feeling the sting of Genevieve’s eyes. Holding his breath, he turned the stick around.

One line. Not pregnant.

Relieved he huffed out a breath, “It didn’t work”.

“Are you seriously happy right now?” Gen spat. “After all the treatments I’ve had to go through, all the hormones and a fucking egg retrieval– you’re fucking happy!?”.

“What­– No,” he lied.

And then Genevieve did something he wished she didn’t. She started crying.

“No, you are!” she sobbed, “Why do you do this to me? Do you know how much pressure I’m under, huh? Do you?”.

“Gen,” Tom tried.

“Don’t ‘Gen’ me” she pointed an angry finger at him, “Nobody cares about me– do you know that? I’m not important like you are, I’m just your wife! All they want from me is a baby. Every time I’m photographed the gossip train starts: ‘She’s gained weight, hasn’t she?’, “That must be a baby bump’” her shoulders shook with exhaustion as she spoke.

Carefully Tom got up from his office chair, taking soft steps around his desk, before he wrapped his arms around her shoulder.

“Ge–“ he cut himself off.

“I’m twenty-six years old, Tom, I should have no problem getting pregnant! I don’t understand why we have to do it like this” Gen cried into his shoulder.

Tom didn’t say anything, he only rubbed her back in soothing circles, trying his best to calm her down. She’d been extra emotional these last couple of months. And he didn’t blame her. He knew the hormone treatment took a toll on her body. He felt ashamed that it had come to this. IVF. In vitro fertilisation. Nothing was wrong with them – the tests said so – but he just couldn’t do it. He was married to Genevieve, and still he couldn’t have sex with her without feeling like he was cheating.

“We still have more embryos,” he started, trying to comfort her, “we can try again next month”.

With a huff she pushed him away, “What’s the point, Tom? You don’t even love me! You’ve never loved me”. A tear hung in a thread from her left eye, waiting to spill.

His silence said it all. He just stared at her in disbelief. She’d never been so straightforward with him before.

“Are you even capable of loving anyone?” she asked him, her words tasted bitter. “You avoid me like the plague, you stay in this room every chance you get… When was the last time you spoke to your brothers? Or Harrison? Or Tuwaine?”.

Tom didn’t know if she was concerned about him, or if she was just accusing him of being heartless. And maybe he was. His heart had been taken a long time ago, and he had yet to get it back.

Staring at her, his wife, he had a hard time forming words. He felt his throat constrict around the words,

“I…”.

“What?” Gen spat.

I didn’t want to get hurt again, he thought. But he couldn’t utter the words. When he, again, said nothing, Genevieve scoffed.

“That’s what I thought!”.

She quickly wiped her tears before she grabbed the pregnancy test off his desk. Turning on her heels, she let his office doors slam behind her.

Sitting back in his chair, Tom wanted to cry. How had his life come to this? With a groan he fell back against the leather, fingers pinching the bridge of his nose to hold back his tears. When colours started to swim before him, he sat back up again. Scanning his desk, his eyes landed on the paper he’d snuck under his notebook earlier.

Pulling it out again his eyes skimmed the words.

“Dear His Majesty the King

On the 23rd of July we invite all prominent alumni to attend our 200th anniversary as a university. The gala will start at 7pm and be held on campus grounds. There will be dinner, drinks, and entertainment. Attire: Formal.”

“No Queen Genevieve tonight, Your Majesty?” The Vice-Chancellor asked Tom as she guided him towards the gala. He’d been ceremoniously met at the entrance by the whole senior cabinet of chancellors, where pictures had been taken and interviews had been held by the press.

“No, unfortunately Her Majesty wasn’t feeling well” he apologised knowing that was far from the truth.

After their fight and the failed IVF attempt, Gen had barely spoken to him. Having her accompanying him to an event like this after weeks of silence sounded awful. He didn’t think he could put on a smile and pretend everything was fine when he knew she hated him. He also didn’t want to push his luck with her. She’d agreed to another round of insemination – and as much as he wished he didn’t – he needed her to get pregnant.

But that wasn’t the only reason he didn’t want her to attend.

“That’s unfortunate… Please send Her Majesty our well wishes!”

“Thank you– I will” Tom promised.

Passing through the doors of the ballroom, Tom noticed he was the last one to arrive. Round tables, heavily decorated with flowers, filled up the room before a stage. A steady hum of conversation filled up the room as penguin dressed waiters circled the tables, pouring wine.

“We really appreciate The King taking the time to attend tonight and holding the opening speech! And as a thank you, we did our best to grant His Majesty’s wishes for the seating arrangements– it’s so important to reconnect with old classmates!” The Vice-Chancellor said, guiding him through a door to the backstage.

The speech Tom held was as basic as they could come, and Tom wouldn’t have had it any other way. What was there really to say except for some semi-sincere words about his time at the university, and how important education is. He was happy his speech writer had kept it short because he couldn’t wait to get it over with.

After a round of applause he eagerly he got off stage. The reason for his eagerness sitting right in front of him with an empty seat beside her.

“Your Majesty,” you said, a timid smile on your face as he found his seat. The table cards placed him a chair away from you, noticing that they’d assigned a seat for Gen beside you.

“Miss. y/l/n” he said ceremoniously, trying his hardest to fight back his smile and revealing how happy he was to see you again. A waiter quickly stepped forward after he’d taken his seat, nervously asking if he preferred red or white wine for the appetisers. With a quick glance at the menu placed on his plate before him, revealing seafood, he decided on white wine.

“You can clear all this,” Tom gestured to the seat separating him from you, while the waiter poured his wine, “Her Majesty isn’t coming tonight”.

“How about… uh” Tom heard you speak. Glancing over at you, he watched you shift nervously in your seat. “We just do this?” you quickly grabbed your own table card, switching it with Gen’s.

“Is that okay?” you questioned, biting your lip.

“More than okay!” Tom reassured you quickly.

Grabbing your purse by your feet you got up from your seat. You were clad in a silk dress, one Tom recognized. A memory flashed before his eyes. You in his lap on his birthday. He could still remember the feel of the silk fabric under his hand as he pushed it away to reveal your soft skin underneath.

You sat down beside him, your foot accidentally brushing against his as you got comfortable. You looked beautiful. Even more beautiful than he remembered. He almost couldn’t believe that you were real.

He’d almost not done it – his request. The university had asked him to speak, and he’d countered with his wish of being seated with his former classmates – specifically you. It was a dangerous request – but seeing you smile at him again – he found himself not giving a shit.

“I’m sorry Tom,” you giggled, courtesy of the wine, “I need the loo”.

He’d missed you so much he didn’t understand how he’d been able to go all those years without you. He missed the feeling you gave him. Your conversations. To be understood without saying a word. The fact that he’d barely spoken to anyone else but you the whole night didn’t bother him much. He was like an addict, and you were his drug. An innocent taste was enough for him to never want to leave ever again. His longing for you had not been fed in years, and now it had grown too large. It ached to be relieved.

“Yeah, me too” he was quick to say, getting up from his seat, “I’ll walk you”.

Looking up at him, you tilted your head like a puppy before a smile tugged at the corner of your mouth. It hit him right in the heart.

“Escorted by royalty? I must be one lucky girl” you teased.

He’d missed your jokes too, and how they were always at his royal expense. You treated him like just Tom, and no one had treated him like that in years. With a hesitant hand at the small of your back, he led you towards the toilets.

Waiting for you outside the toilets, all Tom’s bad decisions replayed in his head. He was fucking stupid for even entertaining this idea – but he was desperate. He’d denied himself for too long. His stupid head always got in the way. For once in his life, he wanted to follow his heart, if only for one moment.

“You finished?” he looked up from where he’d studied the floor. Your heels clicked as you stepped closer.

“Yeah,” he nodded, “no line in the men’s”.

You hummed, swinging your leg back behind you. “Ready to go back?” you asked, smiling.

“Can we…” he trailed off. Why was he so nervous? He never used to be this nervous around you.

You looked at him with furrowed brows, “You okay?”. He thought his heart was going to stop when your hand came up to rub lovingly over his bicep. He let out a breathy chuckle,

“Yeah… just, can we talk in private?”.

Your rubbing hand stopped at his question before you let it fall. You bit your lip, your eyes dancing over his face. Before you answered, Tom looked around the corridor. With the coast clear he pushed off the wall and opened the door to the accessible toilet. You hesitated for a moment, your front teeth digging deeper into your lip before you quickly stepped inside.

At the sound of the lock clicking, Tom stopped thinking – but he didn’t want to think – not if it wasn’t about you. He crossed the space between you, pulling you closer to him. His hands shook with wanting.

“Tom–” he cut you off with a kiss.

He could finally breathe again. He shed his straitjacket. The weight of his crown fell to the floor. You kissed him back, and he could cry with happiness. He felt your hands around his neck. The silk fabric of your dress bunching in his hands as he pulled you closer.

“I miss you” he mumbled against your lips, “I miss you all the time”.

You whined into his mouth. He’d missed that sound, so sure he’d never hear it again.

With careful steps he walked you both backwards until your bum hit the sink. He was greedy. Hands exploring your body, feeling your familiar bumps and curves, the one’s he’d memorised so many years ago.

A smacking sound bounced off the tiles as you pulled away from his kiss. You were breathing hard under his touch. Your eyes looked at him with longing and sadness, and guilt. He shook his head, cupping your cheek to try and comfort you.

“You’re not doing anything wrong, darling!” his thumb traced circles against your skin, “This is only on me”,

“You have a wife,” you whispered. The look you gave him made his heart break.

“It should’ve never been her– only you!” he pecked your lips.

Your eyes fell shut from his kiss. Your eyelashes kissed the soft skin under your eyes as your face twisted in agony.

“I’ve missed you” you confessed.

Tom couldn’t hold himself back any longer. He kissed you with a feverish touch. Hands sliding over your arse where he gave it a squeeze. With a small jump he helped you to sit on the sink, legs spread for him to slot between. He pressed himself against you. He was rock hard. His cock straining against the front seam of his tuxedo pants. Pushing the silk from your thighs, he collected the fabric around your waist. With a press of a finger to your clit, you mewled against his lips.

Tom didn’t waste any time. He slipped his hand inside your panties, feeling how wet you were for him. When he teased his finger at your entrance, you pulled away from his kiss. You looked at him with eyes blown wide with lust.

With a bite to your kiss-swollen lips you gave him a nod. He pushed his finger all the way inside you, smiling when he felt your walls contract around him. Your head fell back with a sigh when he started thrusting his finger inside you.

Tom couldn’t hold back his smile. He’d missed this more than anything. Being intimate with you. There was this connection between you he couldn’t explain, one he hadn’t even noticed was there before it suddenly was gone. He knew exactly what you wanted, how you wanted it, and when.

Quickly pulling out he pushed back inside with a second finger. Under him you moaned. Eager to coax more moans from you he pressed his thumb to your clit, circling it the way he knew you liked.

“Tom” you gasped.

Tom groaned, feeling how his cock twitched in his pants at your name falling from your lips. He needed to make you come, to watch you fall apart for him. He sped up the thrusts of his fingers, every slap against your wet cunt coinciding with a circling of your clit.

You tipped your head forward, “Please…” you begged, a hand gripping his jacket.

“What– what do you want, baby, tell me” he asked. He curled his fingers inside you and hit your spot, making your eyes widen and a gasp fall from your lips.

“I–I’m close” you let him know. Your eyes were intense. He knew he’d drown in them if he wasn’t careful.

He never let up his pace, “It’s okay, baby, you can come!”

A strangled moan escaped your throat as he felt your clench around his fingers. He slowed his movement down as you rode your euphoric high. He loved the way you looked as you came. You let everything go. Baring your truest self to him. Your chest heaved as you came down. He slowly pulled out, gently dragging his fingers through your folds.

Your hand on his tuxedo jacket pulled him closer. Your lips on him in an instant. The kiss was tender and tasted way too sweet. A quiet thank you without uttering the words.

He withdrew his hand from your panties before he hooked a finger under the waistband to pull them down, just above your knees.

Your own hand palmed him over his pants, making him involuntarily buck into your touch. If he didn’t fuck you soon, he think he’d combust. You fumbled with his button and zipper before dipping your hand inside his pants and taking his cock out.

Taking him in your hand, you wasted no time. He was so hard; the head was dripping with precum. With a finger skating over the head you slicked him up, and gave him an experimental tug. Your hand was so soft. He’d missed your hands too.

Falling forward, he buried his head in your neck. “Can I fuck you?” he asked, pressing kisses up your skin.

“Please” you begged, hands letting go of his cock.

He stood up straighter and stepped even closer to you. With his hands on your waist, he pulled you closer to him. Your hands wrapped around his neck as you lifted your legs, panties constricting you slightly.

Grabbing his cock, he ran the head through your folds before he pushed inside you. Tom savoured the feeling, the soft velvet of your walls swallowing him. He wanted to go slowly, to drag it out, but he was desperate. Desperate for you.

He reeled his hips back, before he slammed back inside you. God, you squeezed him just right. You felt like heave. He was not gonna last.

He picked up his pace. A slick sound muffled by the slapping of his skin against yours, melded with your combined grunts and moans.

He was an awful man. An awful man for loving you. An awful man for being unfaithful to his wife. An awful man for not feeling guilty. Being with you didn’t feel like cheating. Nothing had felt as simple as this. Loving you was the easiest thing in the world. And nothing or no one could make him feel ashamed for loving you.

You mewled under him at a particular hard thrust. He couldn’t control himself – he was so close to ecstasy.

“I’m sorry” he panted, “I’m gonna come”.

“It’s okay” your breath was heavy, “Come for me, Tom, please”.

The coil in his stomach snapped, and he fell off the edge. He didn’t have the sense to pull out, emptying himself inside you with a heavy groan. He pulled you even closer, hugging you to his body – wanting to feel close to you.

“I love you” he said softly, “I love you so much”.

He was so fucked. But in this moment, it didn’t matter. Nothing mattered except you.

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oou, if ur down for it how about bitter ex!Ram who's realized Genji's trying to ask reader out :0 he still holds this bit of possessiveness towards reader and it's even worse because it's "his brother's pet human" - so like there's this undertone of Genji being a "replacement" in Ram's perspective. you can try to connect this to canon, but this is more of like an imagine, like 'if x and x did this, how would x react-'

also i don't mind if you decide not to write this :b i just like seeing characters i'm currently obssessed with in different situations LOL

happy holidays! (if u celebrate) and a happy rest of your december!

May have went down a little more... possessive route for this...

Ramattra x Reader (gen)

Word count: 1071

The omnic had been watching for awhile. Too long, almost. He watched you from the sidelines, the way you grew, the way you healed past the relationship he once had with you. It pained him at how well you moved on in the last few months.

When a certain cyborg came along and started flirting with you, however, something began to grow within Ramattra’s circuits. Something dark, hateful… spiteful.

Ramattra still wants you, that he cannot deny no mater how many times he tries to think otherwise. He needs you by his side. You were the only person who was capable of loving him and he just had to fuck things up. 

Back then, he wanted you all to himself. Who wouldn’t? You were the best thing that had ever happened to him and to everyone. You made hearts flutter and smiles warmer. Ramattra, dare he say, was obsessed with you. 

He still is. 

His systems would go back to the nights he shared with you, hands roaming bodies, static moans and cursed whimpers all but filled his receptors. Many nights he would sit and watch everything like it was a movie until it went back to the fateful day you had packed your belongings and left him. 

You wanted no part of his liberation. Despite trying so hard to convince him that there were thousands, if not millions of humans out there who cared for and adored omnics, Ramattra wasn’t convinced and so went ahead with his war.

Years had passed since then and here he was, sitting down in the garden meditating alongside Zenyatta whilst you and Genji were training across the field. 

“Does he always watch over you?” The ninja asks you, peering over to the omnics sitting away from them. 

“No. I think Zen asked him to join him on some meditative stuff.” You shrug. 

“I mean- he’s watching you.” Genji gets a little closer, voice getting quieter. 

“You can tell behind the faceplate?” 

Genji nods. “I picked a few things up from Master Zenyatta.” He picks up on how Ramattra’s hands clench on his knees and he knows exactly what’s going on. 

“Huh.” You look over at the omnics before shrugging the thought off. “He can watch all he wants, I don’t care.” 

The cyborg chuckles, moving his focus back onto you. 

Ramattra couldn’t pick out the conversation as the wind rustled within his receptors, only seeing you and Genji turn to look at him, lips moving but muffled voices. He knew that you were talking about him though, and that only made the anger rise within his circuitry. 

…

…

The larger omnic had picked up on several mannerisms with the ninja. The way his face softened when he was with you, the ghost touches, the way he laughed when you told a joke. Ramattra was slowly but surely figuring it out that Genji wanted you. 

Whether or not it was to spite him, he didn’t care. The fact that Zenyatta’s pet human was flirting with you was fuelling this hatred inside of him. 

He found you wandering the halls and stopped you. 

“I see that ninja has taking a liking to you.” He states. 

“That is none of your business.” You spit back, clearly frustrated at the sudden interaction. 

“He is not good for you.” Ramattra crosses his arms over his chest, his tall stature looming over you in an almost hostile way.

“Oh, like you’re any better?” You stand your ground. “At least he didn’t start a fucking war.” 

He vocaliser clicks. “I had my reasoning. You did not listen to me.” 

“I listened. How could I not when that’s all you were going on about for months!” Anger began rising within you. “That was all you focussed on.” 

“I needed you.” 

“No. No you fucking didn’t.” You speak through gritted teeth. “All you wanted-”

“What I wanted was peace for us omnics.”

“By brainwashing them?” You cock your head to the side. “I may not be the fucking brightest around here but I do know that the way you used those poor omnics was not right.” 

Ramattra keeps his optics on you. 

“You used your own people!” Tears prick at the corners of your eyes. “I ended it with you because I couldn’t stand the way you were thinking. You were too wrapped up in that.. that… liberation of yours that you never had any time for me!” 

Something inside of Ramattra begins to hurt. 

“So help me god, if you get in the way of anything, of my happiness, I will fucking end you myself.” The tears finally spill as you storm past the omnic who stands there almost dumbfounded.

Never once had you raised your voice at him, let alone in the hostile tone just seconds before. Ramattra had to take a moment to process your words, to process what you just threatened to him. 

He turns around but by that point, you had long left him. 

…

…

The next time you saw Ramattra, he had pinned the ninja against the wall by his throat. His tone was angry, no, he was seething with rage as he threatened to end Genji’s life. 

You didn’t hear how it started, but you certainly ended it by pulling Ramattra away from the cyborg who then fell to the ground gasping for air. 

“What the fuck are you doing?” You shout, coming between the two men and staring the omnic down.

“Putting that ninja in its place.” Ramattra scoffs before turning and walking away from the scene. 

“Are you okay, Genji?” You ask, kneeling down and putting a hand on his shoulder. 

“Yeah.” He coughs. “Didn’t think he’d come for me.” 

“What do you mean?” 

“He still wants you.” Genji looks up at you. 

“I know, but that does not give him the right to attack you like that.” 

You help the cyborg up, helping him access the damage before escorting him to the med-bay.

Meanwhile, Ramattra was sitting in his room feeling rather content with himself. The jealousy was all but rising within him the more he knew you were hanging around with his brother’s pet human. He still wants you, he needs you. 

The omnic could only sit back and wait as his plan starts falling into place. He will get you back by any means necessary and if that means turning Genji on you, then he will do just that.

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Fake Boyfriend

got this spontaneous idea last night while watching one piece ofc

@fanaticsnail encouraged me to do it asap so i did :)

Zoro x gn!reader

reader is getting harassed and hit on by a creep and zoro swoops in for the rescue, mentions of alcohol and drinking bc it's a bar.

word count: 1,102

zoro smut fic here

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You were sitting alone in front of the bar. Staring at your drink, nursing it. Admittingly, you could have been paying attention to your surroundings a little more, perhaps you would have seen the man staring at you from across the bar. But between the blaring music and the loud chatter of the other patrons, your only focus was your drink. It wasn’t like you to go to a bar alone. Usually, you would be with your crew or at least with a guy you found interesting. Today was different though, you had a rough day and fought with a member of your crew so you figured you’d drink your sorrows away. Remembering your day, you downed your drink, grimacing as the bitter taste of vodka slid down your tongue into your throat. It was that action that prompted the man who had been staring at you to take the open seat next to you. You ignored him, asking the bartender for another drink. You felt a light tap on your shoulder and you turned around to face the man that had occupied the seat next to you. His face flushed from the amount of alcohol he had to drink, he wobbled slightly on the seat.

“What’s a pretty thing like you doing drinking all alone?” he slurred. The strong scent of liquor hit your nose and you rolled your eyes, trying your best to ignore him. “None of your business.” You replied, hoping your direct rejection would deter him. It failed. He kept uttering compliments, observations on how well you could hold your liquor, trying to get your attention by offering to buy you drinks. You refused his advances, ordering your own drinks in front of him. Usually you wouldn’t turn down a free drink, but you weren’t in the mood to entertain creepy drunk men. Growing restless, the man became more and more aggressive with his words. Not insulting you or threatening you, just calling you an “uptight bitch” and how he “liked brats that needed to be taught a lesson.” His comments grew increasingly sexual and more disgusting, you found it harder to simply ignore him but you didn’t want to start anything at the bar. After all, you were a wanted criminal, a pirate and you were supposed to lay low. You ordered another drink, chugging it before turning to the man. “Leave me alone for fuck’s sake. Can’t you take a hint? I’m not interested.” You told him through gritted teeth.

Maybe if you paid more attention to your surroundings you would have noticed the green-haired man watching the situation unfold in front of him. He watched as the man kept trying to hit on you, peppering in aggressive compliments as you continued to turn him down. He wasn’t one to insert himself into a situation that had nothing to do with him. Instead, he got up from his seat and walked closer to the bar. He was ordering another cup of sake when he heard you tell the man to leave you alone. He smiled to himself hearing you be so direct. He turned in the direction of you and the man just in time to watch him grab your arm tightly. “I’m not asking sweetheart. A little shit like you needs to be taught a lesson!” he yelled, pulling your arm closer to him causing you to nearly fall out of your stool. The situation did not concern the green-haired man but he always hated men like him. He asked for a second cup of sake. As soon as that cup of sake arrived, he grabbed both and made his way to you.

“Everything alright?” He asked you while looking at the man who had you in his grip. “Hey man, I’m just talking to this sweet thing. Don’t interrupt us.” He spat. The green-haired man turned to you and offered you a cup of sake “Sorry I’m late, I got a little lost on the way. Got you some sake though. Is this shithead bothering you?” His voice was stoic yet gentle. You looked at him and smiled, deciding to play along in case the creep would leave you alone. You yanked your arm away from the creep’s hand and grabbed the cup of sake being extended to you. “Took you long enough. He was bothering me but I’m sure he’s just leaving” You glared at the creep. Unfortunately he was too drunk to think clearly. Perhaps if he wasn’t so intoxicated he would have recognized the green-haired man as Roronoa Zoro of the Straw Hat Pirates. “I’m not going anywhere sweetheart. I have business with you.” He slurred, looking over at Zoro and laughing. “If you want trouble, you got it buddy.” He stood, wobbling a little before attempting to throw a punch which Zoro dodged easily. Zoro smirked, leaning over and briefly flashing the three swords at his side. “I’d get out of here if I were you.” he stated. He placed one hand on his swords as he spoke “Kind of pathetic to hit on someone who has a boyfriend” His voice was monotone and still intimidating,

The creep sucked his teeth, walking away as he muttered insults towards both of you. You looked up at the man that helped you and sighed. “Thank you. I tried ignoring him but he just wasn’t getting it.” He sat in the now open seat next to you, drinking his sake quickly. “How about you thank me by buying me a drink? After all, I did save your ass.” He said in that same stoic tone from before, yet there was humor in his words. You chuckled and ordered two cups of sake, handing one over to him. He took it from you, and smiled. “I’m Zoro by the way.” He said before taking a swig of the alcoholic drink. “I know. I’ve seen your wanted poster.” You laughed, taking a drink yourself. You found yourself forgetting about the reason you went out drinking alone in the first place. Focusing instead on Zoro’s company as you exchange stories and drinks. By the time the barkeep announces that they’re closing for the night, you realized how much time you’ve spent talking to Zoro. You get up, slightly tipsy. “I have to go back to my crew but it was nice meeting you Roronoa Zoro.” you have a small slur in your words, making Zoro chuckle a bit. “I’ll walk you to where you need to go, we can’t have that creep coming back for you.” He says as you both walk out of the bar.

[janicho88]

When It All Falls Apart -Chapter 6

Pairing- Jensen x ex!Padalecki Reader

Word count- 2,454

Warnings- Some language. Drinking, dealing with a breakup. Angst, If I missed something let me know!

A/N-Sorry for the last chapter, but you all had to know it was coming. A little off canon, SPN ended after 10 years. We still got all the characters in during that time though. Thank you to @writercole and @leigh70 for your help with this. You two are amazing!!

Summary-Y/N Padalecki loved acting on Supernatural.  Working alongside your older brother and your boyfriend, but after ten seasons the guys have chosen to hang up the guns.  Now the three of you are moving on to other projects, but that’s all that needs to change right?  While you have moved to Austin to be closer to your family and boyfriend, Jensen is working elsewhere.  Distance is only the start of your troubles.

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Walking out of Jensen’s apartment building you hail a cab to take you to an airport hotel.  You manage to keep yourself together until you check in and close the hotel room door behind you. This weekend really couldn’t not have gone much worse.  You don’t bother changing out of your clothes before you collapse down on the bed in tears.

Back in his apartment, Jensen is pacing the floor and keeps looking at the door.  ‘What the hell just happened,’ he thinks to himself,  ‘there is no way things have really been as bad as she thinks.’ Grabbing the half full bottle of whiskey off the counter he takes it to the couch where he drops down in the corner spot.  By the time he passes out, the alcohol is much closer to the bottom of the bottle.

You aren’t able to get much sleep Sunday night and you get yourself over to the airport before 5 am.  Just in time to find out your flight has been delayed because of the incoming storms.  Sitting down in an empty area near the terminal, you pull your hat down further to help hide your face.  The black clouds and claps of thunder are very fitting of the current turbulence you feel in your heart.  

It is a few hours late, but the plane is finally ready to board.  With the layover in Atlanta, you should be arriving back in Texas around 3pm instead of 11:30am.  Maybe no one will notice you’re coming home too early then.  You aren’t really up to rehashing everything with Gen and Jared when you get back.  You didn’t think you would be able to, but you manage to sleep most of the way to Atlanta, making that flight feel much shorter.

Your family isn’t expecting you for a few more hours, so you take a cab back home instead of calling one of them to pick you up.  Thankfully, no one is home when you arrive.  A half an hour before your flight is supposed to land, you text Jared that you are back early, and have a ride home.  You’ve had a little bit of time now to try and make yourself presentable enough to face them, without giving anything away.

Jared and crew arrive home a short time later with some pizza, and you join them in the dining room.

“How was the trip?” your brother asks, around a mouthful of food.

“Okay.  Toronto’s a nice city.  Saw the aquarium, CN Tower, and did some shopping.”

“How’s Ackles? Is he ready to come home?”

“He’s okay, really busy.  I don’t know.  He seems to be having a good ole time up there,” you don’t notice the bitterness in your answer, but Jared and Gen do.

“Tom,” Gen turns to her son, “why don’t you go play in the living room?”

“Okay,” the little guy doesn’t take much persuading.

“How are you and Jensen?” she asks once Tom is gone.

“We’ve been better,” you answer vaguely.

“Did this trip help at all?”

“It’s made where we stand pretty clear.”

“That’s good right?” you brother questions.

“Where is that?” Comes from Gen.

You clean up your spot and set your plate in the dishwasher, on your way out of the kitchen you pause and turn to face them briefly.  “We broke up,” you announce before disappearing upstairs.  Before you shut the bedroom door you hear Gen yelling.

“Jared Tristen Padalecki put that phone down now!”

“I’m going to…”

“Do nothing to interfere in this.”

You aren’t surprised when there is a brief knock right before Jared enters the room.  He walks around the room for a moment before sitting down across from you on the bed.  “So what happened?”

“I was right, our relationship has run its course.”

“What did he do?”

“Jared, you know I love you, but I’m not letting you put yourself in the middle of this.  Some relationships just don’t work out.  Jensen’s life and mine just don’t fit together anymore.  He has a lot going on, and I just don’t have a place in his life.”

You see your brother clenching his jaw working over what you said, you continue before he can say anything.  “The two of you are best friends, what happened between him and I shouldn’t change that.  Please don’t let it.”

“I told him if he ever hurt you, I would kick his ass.”

“I believe that, but I’m asking you not to.  You also told a few of my exes that, and never followed up, don’t start now.”

“First time for everything,” he mumbles.

“I wish things didn’t turn out the way they did, I really do Jare.  I guess it’s better to realize it’s not going to work out now then before things go any further.”

“I don’t understand how this happened, I know Ackles was crazy about you.”

“Was, " is the keyword in that sentence.  Can you please just drop it?”

He comes over to give you a hug before leaving the room.  When he opens the door, Gen is standing on the other side.

“I just wanted to make sure I didn’t have to stop Jared from doing anything crazy,” she says as she walks in.

Jared gives her a kiss before he leaves and she joins you on the bed.  “Seriously, are you okay?  I know you won’t bring Jared in the middle of this.”

“No, this fucking sucks,”  you tell her as you start to cry again.  She moves next to you and wraps you in a big hug.

“I’m so sorry sweetie.  I’m here for whatever you need, let it all out.”

“I really thought he was my forever, ya know.”

“What happened this weekend?”

You go on to tell her all about your time in Toronto, ending with the breakup.  “I think a part of me is always going to be in love with him.  Right now, I can’t even think of seeing him again just knowing how hard it’s going to be.”

“It’s going to sting for a while, but you’re going to get through it.  You have friends and family that are going to be there for you to lean on.  You said it yourself, the way things have been lately, you didn’t deserve that kind of treatment.”

The two of you sit together a little bit longer before she has to go deal with a shouting Tom.  You turn the television on to try and distract yourself before going to sleep.  Maybe Bones will help with that.

Up in Toronto, Jensen’s day hasn’t gone off much better.  He is awoken by the ringing of his phone.  Leaning up from the couch he makes the mistake of opening his eyes and the bright sunlight is not welcomed by his hangover.  Closing his eyes he tries reaching around for his phone before finally locating it.

“‘Lo,” he answers.

“Bloody hell, are you still in bed mate?” Karl asks on the other end.

“Never made it there, what’s up?”

“We were supposed to meet for breakfast ten minutes ago before going to work on this scene. Jack, Anthony and Erin are already here.  I take it you aren’t going to make it.”

“Fuck.”

“Think you might have already done that last night with your girl.”

Jensen lets out a dry laugh while holding his head. “I’ll meet you at the studio.”

Forcing himself from the couch, he makes his way to the kitchen for some water and pain pills.  Drowning those he attempts to get himself ready for the day.  Grabbing sunglasses and a hat before leaving the apartment he stops for a greasy fast food breakfast on his way to set.

He is the last one to arrive, everyone else is standing at the back of the room waiting for the choreographer in charge of this fight scene to finish getting ready.  Eric is off to the side going through notes with the director.

“Where’s your better half?  She comin around for a tour today?” Karl asks, looking around.

“She’s gone,” Jensen says lowly before taking a drink of his coffee. 

“I thought she said her flight was this afternoon?”

Jensen just shrugs.

Karl takes a minute and studies the man who has become a friend to him.  “What’s going on?”

“Nothing,” Jensen walks over to a chair and sits down by himself waiting for things to start.

They have been given instructions for this scene yesterday and today,  some of it has even been demonstrated. They go through the first rehearsal, and there are some mistakes all around.  By the fourth time, it seems to be mostly Jensen who is struggling with it.  They call for a break and Karl takes him off to the side.

“I’m going to ask this one more time.  What is going on?”

“Nothing.”

“That’s a load of shit.  You’re fucking awful out there, and you smell like a damn brewery.”

Jensen sighs and turns away running a hand down his face before looking back to his friend. “Y/N left me last night.”

“To go back home?  We’ve got less than a month left of filming now, before long you’ll be back home with her.  Or hop a plane to go see her this weekend.  Pull it together, mate.”

Karl starts to turn back around, but the next sentence from Jensen stops him.  “No, she left me.  Said I was an asshole and she couldn’t take things anymore.  Or something like that.”

“I’m sorry.” 

Jensen just nods, “let’s try this again.” 

It takes a few more tries, but they all finally get it down the way Kripke and the director want it.   As they are all grabbing their things, Karl goes over to talk to Jensen, but Eric beats him to it.

“I heard what you said to Karl.  I think you and I need to talk.”

Jensen doesn’t say anything as he follows his boss and long time friend out of the room and to his own trailer.  Eric waits for him to open it up before following inside.

“What’s going on?”

“I thought you said you heard what I said to Karl?” Jensen retorts as he grabs two waters out of his fridge.

“I did, and I also talked to a very upset Y/N last night at the restaurant.”

“I’m sorry she bugged you to bring her along.”

“She didn’t, I ran into her in the elevator.  Why didn’t you bring her, or invite her along?”

“She isn't part of the cast.”

“I know this group and they include friends and significant others when they go out if someone is in town.  Have things really gotten that bad between the two of you?”

“That’s what she seems to believe.  I thought we were fine.  Things have been busy, I don’t see her much, but I didn’t think it was anywhere near as bad as she seems to.”

“You were putty in that girl's hands the first time you met.  Took you long enough to act on those feelings.  Watching you last night, today even.  I don’t think she is too far off from her claim.  Maybe this role is getting in your head a little bit.”

“What’s that supposed to mean?” Jensen questions him with a glare.

“Think about it.  You were actually so pissed off that I brought her along last night, you made her leave.  The guy she used to date, would have gotten up the moment he saw her, had his arm around her the whole night showing her off to his friends.  I’ve never known you to be upset at seeing her.”

Jensen doesn’t respond to that.

“I remember walking by you facetiming each other in between scenes if one of you wasn’t on set, even before you started dating.  I barely hear you talk about her now, let alone talking to her.”

“No phones on set policy here, remember.”

It’s Eric’s turn to roll his eyes.  “You’ve been a friend a long time, and I would hate to see you lose probably the best thing that has ever happened to you, because you are being an idiot.”

“She left me.”

“When you go home after filming wraps, and you have a chance to get your head out of your ass, you might want to buy some knee pads.”

“What for?”

“You’re going to have a lot of groveling to do.  Before she left, she asked me to keep an eye on you, she still cares about you.”  Having said his peace Eric walks out of the trailer.  

The door doesn’t stay shut for long, Karl is coming in next.  “So what happened?”

“Eric talked to Y/N last night, apparently he seems to see her side.”

Karl stares at Jensen before rolling his eyes and shaking his head. “I mean what happened with you and your girl?  I was a little surprised she left the restaurant.”

“I told her she shouldn’t have made Eric bring her.”

“So you were just going to leave her home alone?”

“Why is everyone so caught up on that?  It was a cast get together.”

Karl holds up his hands.  “So she left because you made her go home?”

Jensen starts pacing his trailer.  “Why is that everyone’s hangup here?  Everything I do is for us, yet she can’t see that.  I work hard so that we can have a good life.  She says we never talk, that’s not true. Then she tells me she doesn’t mean anything to me anymore.  I don’t know what more she wants from me.  All I do is for her.”

Karl is quiet for a minute, “this about forgetting her birthday?”

“I didn’t forget, I just didn't realize it was June already. Besides, I made that up to her already.”

“I see, she seemed like a great girl.  Sorry, things didn’t work out for you two.  Do us all a favor tonight, we got some big scenes to film tomorrow, try and keep it sober.”  With that Karl makes his exit also.

Jensen throws his bottle of water across the trailer in frustration.  Grabbing his bag he heads out to the car to get out of here and back to the apartment where no one will give him any more shit tonight.

Despite Karl’s earlier remark, he pulls a beer out of the fridge as soon as he’s out of the shower, he finds himself in the bedroom staring at the picture of the two of you on his nightstand. ‘How the hell did we get to this point?’ he thinks to himself as he drowns the bottle and tips the picture down.  The sight of your smiling face hurts too much to see. 

Thank you for reading!

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౨ৎ not your song !

chapter two : NOT IN LOVE

pairing : hueningkai x 6th member!reader summary : tomorrow x together, or txt, wasn't always six members, and for some unforeseen reason, it wouldn't stay six either. set in : pre-debut, skips to around late 2019 word count : 1.0k

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as the group inched closer to their debut, kai couldn’t help but notice how restless (y/n) had become. she fidgeted with her hands more, picked at her nails, and played with her hair.

not that kai was obsessing over her or anything. he wasn’t stalking the poor girl, or taking every moment he had with her to look at her. he was not in love with her. he just, noticed?

“are you anxious?” he had asked her, randomly, one day.

she hadn’t know what to say, so she didn’t say anything. but she did shake her head, her eyes screwed shut.

kai nodded to himself, and sat down next to her on the floor of one of the many practice rooms. it was just the two of them at the time; beomgyu and taehyun had left for some idotic reason, yeonjun babysitting them, and soobin was discussing something with a manager.

“if you’re nervous, that’s okay.” he added, mumbling slightly.

“i’m not nervous. they’re calling me the ‘fourth gen weapon’ or something stupid. i’m so far from nervous.” she laughed, a faux confident tone in her voice.

kai nodded slowly, as if to say ‘i know you want to say more, so say it.’

and clearly, she picked up on his message.

“i don’t- it’s just that my last group was pulled right before we debuted. my family was torn apart in like five minutes.” she huffed, running a hand through her hair absentmindedly.

“why? you never did tell us why love machine got pulled, and you didn’t tell us why they didn’t just put together a new group for you.”

“they are putting together a new group, i think they were just too scared i’d leave big hit, so they put me in the first group they could find, which so happened to be txt.” she grinned, playfully hitting her shoulder against his.

“why was love machine disbanded?” kai asked again, a serious look in his eyes and determination in his voice.

he was not in love with her (which tyun and gyu liked to tease him about), but he was worried about her, like any friend would be.

right?

it didn’t occur to kai at the moment to ask about the ‘new group’ being put together. (y/n) had been with txt for nearly a year now, and they were debuting in a month, so why would she have another group waiting for her?

“i don’t know.” she snapped, an upset look filling her face. “they didn’t tell me. they didn’t tell any of us. one moment we were so close to debuting, and the next we were done for.”

kai should’ve calmed her down, comforted her. she was upset, and hurt, over something that happened so long ago. that sort of pain only makers a person bitter. but kai did not do that.

instead, he simply left. grovelling about how she needed to learn to control her temper.

as the group debuted, of course, they made waves. five boys and a girl was not exactly ‘the norm’ in the industry, nor was (y/n) though.

of course, each member was set to open their own personal twitter after the success of txt within the first week, so fans could stay updated on their favorite member(s).

(y/n) was the only one who was really active on social media though, posting silly photos and updates. of course, they all got approved by management first, but fans didn’t seem to care. they still idolised their girl and her posts, making their own posts wondering what she could be ‘teasing’.

her first post, unnaturally, got a million views, nearly a million likes, and three hundred thousand retweets.

kai wasn’t aware that that many people even listen to k-pop, let alone liked (y/n).

his feelings towards her were mixed, still weary from pre-debut, yet he had accepted that she had upstaged him. he didn’t hate the girl, of course not, but it’s not like he was in love with her.

she was no taehyun, beomgyu, or yeonjun - all of whom he'd been with for nearly two years.

and she definitely was no soobin, who suspiciously gifted kai a penguin plushie on the first day of their break after the groups exhausting debut.

though kai never thanked soobin for the plushie, he didn’t know what other member would do such a thing for him. soobin was really kai's only friend during their trainee days, always sticking by the younger boys side. soobin looked out for kai. always. so who else would give kai a gift?

kai never stopped to consider (y/n), the one who went around questioning each member on their favorite animal. maybe he brushed the possibility of the girl being the gifter off because he missed beomgyu and taehyun happily thanking her for the gifts she got them.

either way, kai never stopped to think about the girl except for wondering how long she'd actually be with the group. sure, her vocals were good, and any day of the week she could out-rap any member, but her dancing was different.

he knew that not all girls could easily do boy group choreography, but even his little sister, bahiyyih, was able to mimic some of the choreo.

(y/n) on the other hand, had the choreo changed to suit her. yes, she was more flexible, and sure she wasn't a towering 6'1 like soobin was, but what was her real excuse to have the choreo differ? when beomgyu brought up the change in crown to suit a sixth member, and a girl, and how odd it was, she simply laughed it off.

"i'm not you, my dancing isn't the same as yours. we weren't trained to debut in the same style of dancing." she giggled, shaking her head.

the answer was sufficient enough for the other boys, but not for kai.

"then why are you here? or why not change your style?"

she didn't have a response for him, shrugging and continuing on with what she was doing before.

perhaps he was a bit rude with her, but he barely even counted her as a friend. when people theorised if txt were friends, family, or just co-workers, kai wanted to shout that they were a family - but he didn't exactly count her.

the other boys did, of course, but it didn't exactly bother the teen. he didn't hate her, but he was not in love with the girl. he had learnt to just be indifferent.

and he planned on staying indifferent.

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Can I request a fluffy Joe Mazzello × fem. reader long fic where reader is Joe's girlfriend and surprise visits him while he's staying at his mom's house and reader greets his mom at the door and Joe’s mom invites her in and they chat for a little bit and she tells reader where Joe is and when reader finds him, she finds him in his room sitting at his desk doing a live on his phone?

Good Interruptions

Fandom: RPF, American Actor,

Pairing: Joe Mazzello x Reader

Characters: Joe Mazzello, Virginia Mazzello, Reader

Word Count: 1201 // Rating: Gen

Summary: Joe's viewers get more than they bargain for.

Tags/ Warnings: Fluff, Christmas, New Year, Long Distance Relationship, Kissing, Established Relationship, Parents, Imagining Joe lives in queens no idea if thats right but we move, Live Videos, Vlogger, Requested Fic, Requests,

Notes: here you go @borhapgirlforlife19. 2nd one might take me a minute because I'm back to work tomorrow x

‘Just here is fine,’ I said as my uber driver pulled up to the kerb. I grabbed my bag and climbed out onto the sidewalk, watching as he drove off. I turned to look at the house. It was a midsize building, in a jam-packed neighbourhood, with houses close by on either side. Though the New Year had rolled in there were still Christmas lights hanging and a wreath on the door providing a bit of cheer to the otherwise drab January backdrop. I climbed the small steps to the front door and knocked awaiting a response. I could hear movement inside and I waited, trying not to shiver as the bitter cold started getting to my exposed hands and face. 

Suddenly the door yanked open to reveal a slim woman. Her ashy blonde hair was hanging around her face, pushed back on top by a set of glasses that seemed to be out of use. Her face broke into a smile as she saw me. 

‘Y/N! Hi!’ she said with a smile.

‘Hey,’ I said awkwardly as she leaned in to give me a hug. As she pulled back she shivered and gestured for me to follow her inside. 

‘Come on let's get off the doorstep,’ she said as she led me into the house. The living room was conjoined with the kitchen which she walked to motioning for me to take a seat on the recliner. I dropped down into it as she pottered around the kitchen.

‘Do you want a drink? Coffee? Water? Soda?’ she said. 

‘Waters fine,’ I said. She nodded and went to the fridge to grab me a bottle. As she did I took the chance to look around the room. It was very cosy. Books made up most of one wall but the others were all cluttered with pictures, mostly of her kids. Joe and his sibling's school photos made up a good chunk of another wall. I smiled at his young, cheeky face grinning back at me. I was pulled back to reality as she handed me a bottle of water and sat down on the couch opposite me. 

‘You found the house okay then?’ she said. I nodded, ‘yeah, I just told the uber where to go. It was fine.’

‘Oh I hate that you had to even use an uber,’ she said, ‘getting here from the airport can be a nightmare, I wish you’d let Joe collect you.’

‘I don’t mind,’ I shrugged, ‘I wanted it to be a surprise so it’s not a big deal.’

‘He’s going to be so excited,’ she said with a smile, ‘he’s been such a grump with you apart for the holidays.’

‘Me too,’ I said glumly. 

My holiday hadn’t been the best. We had planned to come to Joe’s mom's for Christmas and the New Year. Our tickets had been booked and everything. And then my boss threw a spanner in the works and wrecked our plans. I was stuck working for most of the holiday and even some of the new year. Joe had been heartbroken and offered to cancel his plans to go home. Knowing how much he loved Christmas and how tough his mother found the holidays I told him not to. After all, we’d barely see each other anyway it didn’t make sense for him to stay. That didn’t mean I hadn’t missed him though. So, as the new year rolled in I booked a spate of holidays and then a flight to New York with only his mother in the know.

‘Did you have a nice Christmas?’ she said. I nodded not wanting to let onto how it had been a quiet and if not boring day without her son. 

‘We did too though Joey hasn’t stopped talking about you,’ she said with a fond smile.

‘I missed him too,’ I said. 

‘I bet,’ she said before she looked at me with surprise and said, ‘gosh, listen to me rabbiting on when you probably just wanna see Joe.’

‘I don’t mind,’ I lied. 

‘Oh sweetie don’t be silly!’ she said, ‘he’s in his room. Upstairs, last door on the left.’ 

I smiled and nodded climbing out of my chair. I didn’t want to appear rude but I also sort of wanted to run full pelt down that hallway and into Joe’s arms. I walked upstairs to the dimly lit hallway, to the door I was destined for. I smiled as I looked at the stickers on it that spelt out ‘Joe’s Room’ though they were somewhat faded, evidently having been there for some time. I didn’t knock. Instead, I unlatched the door and pushed it open. 

Joe was sitting in his room, at a desk, his laptop and phone in front of him. His phone was on a stand and he was recording something. He seemed lost in whatever it was for a moment before his mind seemed to catch up and he noticed me standing in the corner of the room. He turned, forgetting the camera altogether as he leapt up and headed towards me pulling me into his so he could kiss me. 

It was sweet and tender but I could feel the longing in it, the same longing I had been feeling. As I pulled back he was beaming at me.

‘What are you doing here?!’ he asked. 

‘Surprise,’ I giggled, still in his arms. 

‘When? How? I thought-’

‘I got some time off. And I realised I missed you so much and I didn't want to wait another few days before you come home so I messaged your mom and we arranged this,’ I said. He nodded and smiled though his face fell a little as he seemed to remember the camera rolling in the corner of the room. 

‘Uh,’ he said turning back to the camera, ‘sorry about that.’

‘Why don’t you just pause it?’ I giggled.

‘Babe we’re live right now,’ he said laughing as my face went red. 

‘So all of that?’

‘Yep,’ he said with a smug smile which he turned to the camera. He picked it up and threw his arm around my shoulders pulling me into him, ‘and all of my followers just heard you say how much you miss me.’

‘I didn’t say that,’ I cringed and buried my head in his chest trying to ignore the fact however many of his followers were watching. He pressed a kiss to my forehead and laughed.

‘No I believe your words were ‘I realised I missed you so much’,’ he said.

‘Okay okay,’ I said leaning up, ‘maybe I did.’

‘Good,’ he said, ‘cos I missed you too.’

We smiled at each other for a moment before I said, ‘now we’ve recapped that can we please turn the live off.’

‘I guess so,’ he said looking at the camera, ‘bye guys. I’ll be back again tomorrow.‘

‘With no interruptions this time!’ I said. Joe smiled and waved before he clicked the phone off and ended the video. Then he threw it on the bed and pulled me into him, looking at me with a smile. As he leaned for a kiss he whispered, ‘I’d say this is a pretty good one though.’

[mysticaldeanvoidhorse]

A Supernatural Love

Chapter Twenty Two: An Engagement

Summary:  Y/N, a nurse working towards medical school living with her roommate and best friend Genevieve Cortese, meets Jensen Ackles while visiting the set of Supernatural one day.  Is this chance encounter a coincidence or fate?  And if it is fate, do they have what it takes to make it through separations and hardships?

Slow(ish) burn, some angst, alluding to sexy times, fluff

Pairings: Jensen x Reader

Warnings: Bad writing, Some swearing

Word Count: 3121  

No hate to any of the real people in this story, it is purely fiction and for enjoyment! No images are mine

First fic I wrote, please be kind but open to feedback, both positive and negative!

Tag List:  @streets-in-paradise​​​  @leigh70​​​ @sexyvixen7​​​​  @deandreamernp​​​​  @universallyraylangivens​​​​  @siospins2​​​ @let-me-luve-you​​​​ @lyarr24​​​ @nancymcl​​​​  @hobby27​​​

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Y/N POV

That night when you got home, you took a shower and got into a pair of sweatpants and an oversized T-shirt.  You poured yourself a glass of wine and sat down at the island to think about what had happened.  You hadn’t fully processed the events of the day but you tried.  You decided that before you could figure out what you wanted from Jensen, if anything, you knew that you needed to talk to James.  He must have thought the same thing because a knock on the door drew you from your thoughts.

“I was just thinking about you”  You smiled letting him in.

“How was your day at the pool?”  He asked without any tone of judgment.  It was new and welcomed.

“I really enjoyed seeing Gen and Jared but honestly I am not sure about seeing Jensen”  You decided to be honest.

“I am not surprised.  It’s been a lot for you”  He sympathized.

“Not that I want to start anything but it’s nice not having you have a judging tone about it.”  He just shrugged.

“What did you do today?”  You didn’t know how to continue because last time he talked to you he said he didn’t want to see you.

“I went to town for something to do….and I ran into Daneel”  He looked you in the eye as he sat down.  

“Oh”  was all you could say as you turned your back to pour him a glass of wine.

“That’s all you have to say?” He said cautiously.

“What happened?” You handed him the glass to which he took a sip.

“We got to talking and ended up spending the day together.”  You stopped.

“How was that?”  You cautioned.  You knew him well enough to know what was happening but you wanted to hear him say it.

“Honestly it was really good.  It felt nice to have a conversation with a woman that doesn’t turn into a fight somehow.”  This stung, but you didn’t think he meant it to.

“I can understand that.  I am really sick of it, James.”  You were being honest.  He just sighed.  “You seemed to really hit it off with her.  She is an amazing woman”  You said.

“She is.  I genuinely enjoy her”  He was being transparent and you appreciated that.

“Did you come over here to tell me that you like her James?”  You were just going to rip off the band-aid and just get it done.

“No, I wanted to actually talk about us.” 

“Same difference.  You like her and we are not doing well.”  He sighed and rubbed his face.

“We have never quite clicked, Y/N.  We have tried really hard and as much as I wanted to make it work, it just isn’t.  I can’t keep doing this.”

“I can’t either.  I wanted to, I really did.  But we just only work if we don’t talk about anything deep or of meaning.  We are better as friends.”  He didn’t say anything.  “James”  You grabbed his hand across from you.  He let you and looked up.  “Are we done?”

“Yes, we are.  But honestly we never really ever were”  He gave you a sad smile.  He had a point.

“Just answer one thing.  Do you like Daneel?”  You weren’t bitter but you wanted to know what his intentions were with a woman who was taken.  You knew James was classy and would never cross a line but if it was serious he would be a man about it.

“I would be lying to say I wasn’t attracted to her, but as long as she is with Jensen it doesn’t matter. Besides, I am good at waiting”  He gave you a smile in reference to your own relationship.

“Then I am happy for you and wish you the best”  You smiled back.  He got up and gave you a kiss on the top of your head.

“Take care of yourself Y/N.  We are friends and I will always be here for you.”  You told him something similar and he walked out of your door and in one sense, out of your life.

     Your phone rang not long after and it was Gen.

“Hi Gen” 

“You sound tired, what’s going on?”  You couldn’t hide anything from her.  After three years of almost not talking she could still read you like a book and you loved her for it.

“James and I just broke up.”  You didn’t want to cry and you were sad, but also it felt good.  You and her talked for a long time about it to end up saying that it was for the best and she was proud of you for doing what you thought was best and she agreed that though James is a wonderful man, he isn’t the right one for you.

“I am just glad that stress is over.  I think we can still work together and be friends but maybe not very soon.”  You told her.

“Speaking of that, Jared invited James out tomorrow.  I guess he has this big dinner planned with a lot of friends and family for the weekend.  He wanted to do something special while a lot of people are in town so he invited him.  Are you okay with that?”

“Yeah, James is a good guy and he has been a good friend to you both so I am okay, at least there will be a lot of people so I don’t necessarily have to talk to him at least the whole time.”  You didn’t tell her about his time with Daneel because you didn’t think it was your business anymore (What is your business? It was all so complicated) so if she decided to tell Gen it was up to her.

“You can always talk to me.  I would ditch Jared anytime for you.  You’re my number one always”  You exchanged gushing affections for another minute then said bye.  It was always good to talk to her.

     You slept well that night which had been the first night in a while.  You woke up that Saturday feeling refreshed and ready to see everyone.  You had met Jared’s parents once and they were wonderful.  Jared also told you that he was surprising Gen with flying her parents in.  You knew she would be elated and you did your best to not spill the beans.

     You took your time to shower, do your hair and makeup and pick out an outfit.  You settled on curling your hair, and a pretty summer dress and wedges.  You were determined to enjoy your night and not be depressed about recent events.

     You texted Gen you were on your way and she was excited because she was there already.  When you pulled up you didn’t realize that the restaurant was as fancy as it was.  You looked it up online and knew it had to be nice since it had valet but you were still surprised.  You weren’t used to such fancy places but you enjoyed them a lot, but you were more of a burger and fries gal.  You walked in the door and though you were a little early, a few people had already been there.  Before you could recognize everyone, Gen came up to you and gave a big hug and dragged you to the center of the party room.  She told you how Jared had surprised her by bringing out her family and you wouldn’t tell her you had your suspicions why he would do that.  You greeted them and socialized for a minute or two when you saw James walk in.  You nodded at each other and he found some people he evidently knew that he went over to talk to.

“Jared arranged this all by himself, he is amazing.”  Gen gushed.  You could see the love in her eyes and you wondered if you would ever find that again.  He was blushing but you knew he was loving every minute of her bragging on him.  You were enjoying the moment and so happy for them that you missed when Dee came up behind you.  She said hello and after a minute pulled you aside.

“How are you Y/N?  I didn’t get a chance to see you yesterday” She apologized.

“I was surprised you weren’t there but I understand why you weren’t, honestly.  Broken arms are no fun, I broke mine as a kid and was devastated that I couldn’t climb any trees.”  You both chuckled.

“I just wanted to let you know that James and I spent the day together.  Nothing happened of course and I am sure he told you but I wanted you to hear it from me.”  Damn you wanted to hate her sometimes but she is just so nice and considerate.

“James did tell me but I appreciate you being honest with me.  I don’t mind, I never would have assumed anything untoward happened.  But I have to ask and please forgive me but are you attracted to him?”  She seemed taken aback and initially wanted to defend herself but she stopped.  She looked over your shoulder behind you then looked you in the eye.

“We had a good time and we have a lot in common.  Of course I care about Jensen and he is my boyfriend but I did enjoy spending time with James.”

“I don’t doubt that you care about Jensen and if you care about James I am not upset.  I will be honest with you, James and I broke up last night.  We are good and I am not trying to sound like a jealous ex but for both your sakes you need to be honest with yourselves.  I haven’t been good at that lately and I want you to save yourself time and learn from my own issues.”  You babbled.  You knew it didn’t come out the best but you wanted to save her three years of her life.

“Thank you Y/N I appreciate that.  I am sorry about that but I am glad you seem okay.  He didn’t say much about your relationship so I don’t know much from him, not that I need to but just so you are aware he is respecting you.  I will always care for Jensen but as I am sure you know, he is head over heels for you and I could never compete.  You are a wonderful person and I see why I am no threat to you -”   Just then Jensen came up and said hello.  You wanted to hear what she was going to say because as horrible as it made you feel you were thinking she was going to back down even though you knew it probably wouldn’t work between you and him.  It didn’t before, what would change?  

“Hi Jensen, how are you?”  You asked though you weren’t necessarily curious for the answer.  He gave you some socially acceptable answer and you three chit chatted for a bit.  He then went to pay his respects to Jared and Gen.

“Listen Y/N, I won’t take up more of your time but I appreciate that you are looking out for me.  I hope you have a good rest of the evening.”  She smiled and went to a different group of people to socialize with.  You noticed she didn’t join Jensen.

     The evening went on with laughs and good times, until Jared called everyone to his attention.  Somehow you managed to stand somewhat across from Jensen.

“Thank you all for coming, it means so much to us that you are here”  He then put his arm around Gen who was standing next to him. She nodded in agreement.  “You all are our closest and favorite people so I wanted you all to be here because I know it means so much to Gen and me.”  He started to get nervous and he let out a nervous breath.  Gen was confused but her eyes grew wide when he let go of her to pull something out of his pocket.  He got down on one knee and she gasped.

“Gen, baby, you are the most amazing woman I have ever met in my entire life.  You are so kind, loving, nurturing, and you know how to push me and keep me on my toes.  I want to spend the rest of my life showing you that I love you and will continue to love you more every day.  I know I don’t deserve you but is there any chance that you will make the happiest man in the world by marrying me?”  He opened the box to reveal a huge square rock with studded diamonds along the side.  If her mouth could open more it did now.  The room was silent and you couldn’t believe what was happening.  That jerk wouldn’t tell you his plan no matter how much you pushed.  To be fair you knew it was because he didn’t want you to let it slip to her so you were kept in the dark. You held your breath and knew everyone else was as well.

“Oh Jared”,  Gen said, speechless.  After looking into his eyes for a solid second or two, she put him out of his misery.  “Yes, of course I will marry you!”  She practically squealed as tears started to fall.  He got up so fast you almost didn’t see it and he wrapped her in his arms and picked her off the floor.  They hugged, and kissed, and hugged some more.  Somewhere in there he put the ring on her finger and she was just glowing. The room had erupted in clapping, cheers and all sorts of hoots and hollers.  You couldn’t help but look over at Jensen who was looking at you and smiled.  It almost seemed like a sad smile but you didn’t dwell too long because you fought your way to the couple.

“Jared, I can't believe you didn’t tell me!”  He looked at you guilty.

“I didn’t want you to ruin the surprise”

“Well it’s about time, I can’t be mad now that you finally did it.”  

“It was long overdue.”  Gen just leaned into his side, still smiling.  You knew her mouth would hurt from all the smiling but well worth it.

“Let me see the ring!”  You squealed, grabbing her hand.

“I didn’t see it coming!  We have been talking about it for awhile but I had no idea!  He definitely surprised me”  Gen gushed.

“I had some help from Jensen.  He helped organize arrivals and reservations.”

“This was the perfect proposal.”  Gen said, pulling him down to kiss her.

“I will catch up with you later!”  You told them so others could wish them well.  You needed to get some air and process that your best friend just got engaged to the best guy.  The restaurant had a nice balcony with ambiance lighting and you were able to lean over the side and take a deep breath.  You were glad to be the only one out there until a familiar body leaned over the edge near you.

“I can’t believe he pulled it off.”  Jensen chuckled, taking a sip from his whiskey glass.

“Honestly, me too.  He didn’t let on about it at all, but to be fair I have always suspected it whenever we get together because he knows I would give him hell if I wasn’t there.”  You laughed mostly to yourself.

“He debated telling you or incorporating you somehow, but it was pretty hard since you weren’t around for most of it.”

“I can’t be mad, I haven’t seen them as much as I should.”  You felt guilty for your lack of effort.

“It’s not all your fault, you live so far away from them for most of the year”  You appreciated Jensen trying to make you out to be better than you were.

“I am just glad it finally happened.  I wondered if it would happen within the first six months of them dating.  But they have taken everything agonizingly slow.  They probably won’t have kids for ten years.”  You mused as you remembered how it was like pulling teeth to even get them to admit their feelings, much less date.

“They both want kids, so maybe more like five.”  He joked.

“I am just thankful to be part of it.  Hopefully Gen will let me be part of her wedding planning.  I would love to do that with her”

“I am sure she would love that.  I know it has meant so much to both of them to see you again.”

“I should have tried more to see them, but…”

“But I was in the way.”  Jensen finished for you.  You wanted to say something kind but he was right.

“But we are all here now.”

“The question is, what do we do?”  He turned toward you, and you turned to face him.

“We be supportive of our friends”  You told him.

“That’s not what I meant.”  He said.  You sighed.

“I already told you where I am at.”  You told him.

“I can’t help but notice you haven’t said two words to James all night.”

“We broke up.  Yesterday”  He looked surprised.

“Can I ask why?”  He cautioned.

“Do you really have to ask?  We were never a good fit and we tried to make something work that just wasn’t meant to be.”

“I understand what that is like…” he said quietly.  You remained silent to see if he would continue.  He took another swig from his glass.  “I want what is best for you, and if being with him is it, then so be it.”  He finished.

“I just told you, he isn’t.”  You stood firm.

“Then what is?”  He asked, looking you in the eye.

“Figure it out, it isn’t hard.  Just grow a pair and stop dicking around and you might just realize what is best for both of us.”  You were agitated at his lack of effort and ability to take control.  You knew this wasn’t like him, even if he was just trying to be mindful of your needs.  But why couldn’t the idiot just figure out that no matter how much he broke your heart, you would always want to be with him?  You walked away and made up your mind that you wouldn’t talk to him again until he decided to wake up.

     You stayed until the bitter end, and still ended up talking with Gen for hours after the party.  It was around 2am when she went home, most likely to Jared.  You appreciated that she spent more time talking to you than she did to her own fiance.  But what else would you expect from a best friend?

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Assembled recent fic recs

KinnPorsche: The Series

reignite by lusn. 2.3k oneshot, post-canon Nampheung POV. Rating: T, no warnings.

Namphueng has been endlessly dreaming. She can only tell because for the first time in years, she might finally be awake.

on the rocks by DasWarSchonKaputt. 16k wip (currently 1/7 chapters), KinnPorscheTay starting pre-canon. Rating: E, creator chose not to use archive warnings.

Tay finds the bar because he’s pissed, heart-broken, and sick of people recognising him when he’s trying to forget who he is.

checkmate by majestictortoise. 73k series wip (currently 5/8 planned works), romance and gen including three main canon pairings, set post-canon. Rating: M, no archive warnings apply.

"And I think," Pete said, "both you and Vegas think that your fathers succeeded with each other." He rolled his head to the side and smiled at Kinn. "But you're both wrong. And that's a good thing."

The Sandman (TV 2022)

and in the waking world we wait and want by qqueenofhades. 125k wip (currently 11/? chapters), pre-canon Dream/Hob, very historically focused. Rating: M, warning: graphic depictions of violence.

“Did I hear you say,” the pale stranger asks, “that you have no intention of ever dying?”

Hob Gadling shrugs. No point in denying it.

“Yeah.”

Original Work

The Beldam & the Baronet (Or, The Magician Debutante's Trials & Tribulations) by dwellingondreams. 77k wip (currently 18/? chapters), gen-focused with romance also, Victorian setting, magic and sorcery. Rating: G, no archive warnings apply.

It is a truth universally acknowledged, that a single woman in possession of a prodigious magical talent, must be in want of a husband.

Fox’s Tongue and Kirin’s Bone by MuffinLance. Long wip (currently 69/? chapters) not hosted on ao3, very gen-focused, dragons and doppelgangers. Rating: G or T, no archive warnings apply.

Humanity is dying, hunted to extinction by creatures of legend. One boy was born to save them all.

That boy just got knifed in the back. He looked a bit too much like Aaron, you see.

Now it’s Aaron’s job to step up, lest his Death correct that little mix-up. But Aaron’s skills as a street rat run more towards stealing and stabbing than towards saving. And the more he learns of what brought dear dead Markus to that fatal alleyway, the more he has to wonder just what the world’s savior was really up to the night the wrong boy died.

MDZS / The Untamed (TV)

Courage was my companion by Erisette. 127k, aro-ace JC/MianMian relationship in the middle years. 

Mianmian almost thought she’d gotten away with it with her dignity completely intact, until she found herself on the floor of her small room in tears because she didn’t have any outer robes that weren’t yellow.

cast your bitterness into the sea by Kilerkki. 62k wip (currently 9/12 chapters), Jiang Cheng x OC Wen sect leader. Rating: M, no archive warnings apply.

It is a truth universally acknowledged, that a single woman who has just overthrown her megalomaniac brother and taken control of his sect, must be in want of a husband.

Keep Track of Losing Days by giraffeter. 75k, modern wangxian, mystery. Rating: T, no archive warnings apply.

Lan Wangji is a police detective who's rapidly falling in love with his antifa activist neighbor, Wei Ying — until Wei Ying disappears, and Lan Wangji and his hotheaded partner, Nie Mingjue, are assigned the Missing Persons case. Now Lan Wangji is in a race against time to find a man who seems to have disappeared without a trace, while trying to keep his feelings a secret from everyone around him (and maybe, if he has time, convince his brother to break up with his creepy boyfriend and date Wangji's partner instead).

Wei Ying is mixed up in something dangerous. Lan Wangji is going to find him.

Naruto

ANBU Legacy by Kilerkki, Nezuko, saunterleftside, others. Fic-focused blog, main fic website for full access, as it is not yet all posted to ao3. Present ao3 wordcount is 500k, but total of entire story is at least twice or thrice that. Very gen-focused, also with romance. Main characters are Hatake Kakashi, Namiashi Raidou, Shiranui Genma, and OCs Tousaki Ryouma and Ueno Katsuko, and other canon and original characters later gaining prominence. Rating: E, graphic descriptions of violence.

Approximately four years after the Yondaime defeated the Kyuubi, watch the young men and women of ANBU, who take the vow to defend their Hokage and the village at all costs.

James Bond

Echoes from the Crossed Wires by TriffidsandCuckoos. 2.6k oneshot, various relationships, time-seeing Q. Rating: T, no archive warnings apply.

If he needs a label – and really, why should he, when he hardly intends to inform anybody of the fact – then a more appropriate one would be a time-viewer (or, as it can feel, a time-voyeur).

Good Omens

my words are growin' stronger, and my legs keep gettin' longer by weekend_conspiracy_theorist. 35k, post-canon trans Warlock Dowling, gen. Rating: T, no archive warnings apply.

Warlock Dowling is disillusioned with the magic of her childhood, uncomfortable in social situations, and skeptical of the existence of ghosts. 

Or: what's it like, to be the Chosen One but not to BE the Chosen One? (Especially when one is also eighteen, trans, a lesbian, and a witch.)

Harry Potter

Heal Thyself by astolat. 47k, post-canon healer Draco, drarry. Rating: T, no archive warnings apply.

"Are you going for the course?" Lovegood asked. "You have the NEWTs.”

“What course?” Draco said, then, “No, don’t be ridiculous,” when he realized she meant the notice pinned up on the board he’d been staring at: Applicants To The Introductory Mediwizard Course For The Coming Term Shall Present Themselves In The Chief Mediwizard’s Office By August 24th.

“Oh, I thought you might,” she said. “Well, goodbye.” And off she wandered again in her addled way.

BNHA

not all heroes wear capes by JoWithTheFlow. 38k series (main work complete), gen-focused with prior canon divergence. Rating: T, no archive warnings apply.

“I bullied another kid so much he jumped off the roof of our middle school,” Bakugou said, so suddenly that Shouto actually paused to look at him.

Shouto considered. There wasn’t really a good way to respond to a statement like that. That’s pretty horrible of you. Maybe you shouldn’t have done that. Why the hell would you care enough about another person to actually actively bully them? He decided on, “That’s pretty fucked up.”

Beyond the Broken Horizon by JoWithTheFlow. 239k wip (currently 44/? chapters), mainly gen-focused, Izuku as a Shiketsu student. Rating: T, warning: graphic depictions of violence.

About a week after that, All Might asked Izuku if he was aiming for the hero course at UA. The question was so sudden that Izuku nearly dropped a microwave on his toes.

The truth was, if All Might had asked him that a week ago, there would have only been one possible answer to that question. All Might had gone to UA, UA was the best, so Izuku was going to go there too, if he could. But things were a little different, now that he was going to receive All Might’s Quirk.

[ao3feed-thor]

The Nerve to Surrender

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/Ir1o589

by stainedglassflood

Loki learnt diplomacy at his father’s knee. He didn’t really have a choice in the matter.

Words: 766, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Fandoms: Thor (Movies), Marvel Cinematic Universe

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Categories: Gen

Characters: Loki (Marvel), Thor (Marvel), Odin (Marvel)

Relationships: Loki & Odin & Thor (Marvel)

Additional Tags: Character Study, Angst, Pre-Canon, Odin's A+ Parenting, Minor Violence, Dysfunctional Family, Short One Shot, characters are the equivalent of 17/18, Child Abuse, Loki Has Issues (Marvel), for example: eight and a half centuries of repressed rage, Protective Loki (Marvel), in a deeply dysfunctional and bitter way, let's just say whenever i use a protective x tag it's because they're fucked up about it okay

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/Ir1o589

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amor my dearest most beloved GUESS WHO'S DONE WITH THEIR EXAMS!!!! i had my first in-uni exam yesterday since all the others were online due to covid😲 very weird experience but i worried so much over it for nothing because i finished the exam an hour early since it was so easy😭😭 let's not talk about the other one though cause i might've failed that one🫶🏻🫶🏻 thank you for being so sweet and supportive i'm about to shed tears :/ i hope everything's been going well for you too and that you've had a great week!!!!!!!! twice as your fav group?? i knew i could trust you to have great taste😌 i LOVE them so much i actually ascend every time i hear cheer up, nobody did cute concepts like them!! imagine my shock when i came back to kpop after not listening to it for almost two years and the first twice song i hear is can't stop me🫥🫥 literally the last thing i expected my soul left my body right then,,, i love their new sound and i'm also still super bitter about them not getting an mv for cry for me, it's on sight jyp😾😾 how am i meant to choose a favorite from rv😭😭 i'd say the most iconic one to me is dumb dumb but bad boy/psycho/feel my rhythm exist?? it's between those four, i genuinely can't choose just one their discography is just hshshwhsheh i <3 it so much hehe and ong 2nd gen groups too!! i can't wait for snsd's comeback this year i am about to combust😵‍💫😵‍💫 nation's gg is COMING BACK!!! and yes beffie atp i do think that we're the same person🤨🤨❤️‍🔥❤️‍🔥 ngl it's very embarrassing to admit but i barely read at all😐 only fanfiction and sometimes mangas if the anime isn't finished yet😭😭 i usually watch animes but the problem is that i have THE most unhealthy watching habits shsgshhs i will watch the entirety of it in one sitting and become hyperfixated on it💔 so i try to only watch ones that are completely finished already because i absolutely do not have the patience to wait for new seasons nor the memory to be able to remember what happened in the prior ones😐😐 so i've only watched very few so that it doesn't interfere with my uni life LMAO but the ones i've watched are naruto, hiatus x hiatus (did you hear there's new chapters coming out??), attack on titan, bnha, assassination classroom and i don't remember if there's any others,,?? most of these are not finished and i've regretted starting them but i love them nevertheless💔 i wanna watch demon slayer and jjk so bad but i CANNOT😔 now amor why would you rip out my heart like that,,, two slow dancers?????? good thing tomorrow is not promised😆 i just want them to be happy and i wonder what happened to them afterwards but i have a feeling it's not good :( i also saw this and i immediately thought of you because you always think you're so awkward even though you're actually so easy to talk to and the conversation never feels forced to me?? no amor slander on my watch😾 THE SURPRISE!!!! AND THE BEOMGYUS!!!! i blushed thank you so much i love it all so much😔😔 visual representation of me forcing all my love on u actually :/ also did you see that blue haired yj is back???😭😭 so much happened since my last ask we got yj + beomgyu new hair colors, hiyyih + hyuka tiktok, THE RACE CAR DRIVER OUTFIT PERFORMANCE????/?/? i hope you're doing well beffie<333 sorry for sending such a long ask i got a little too excited😭❤️😭❤️

hiiii most dearest dearest 🧃!! so happy you’re finally freeeeee and im glad ur last exam was done easily with ease and im sure u didn’t fail bc ur so bright and effervescent (and if u did, that is okay too you deserve the biggest hug nonetheless) and plzzz ur the one who’s sweet and supportive and im so grateful 🥺 thank you for ur kind wishes as always 🍭 omg the way we were both awestruck by eyes wide open era we are ONE IN THE SAME beffie i appreciate how alike we are 💗🙀😽 and i get u i gave u a pretty hard question bc all rv titles are BRILLIANT the people who make their music inject dopamine when they make them 😭 on a musicality perspective, their songs are brilliant too ugh (forgive me if ive said this already) and im saying this bc i was on the longest road trip ever and i was listening to rv for a good portion of the time hehe and i almost forgot about snsd !! and their cb too i hope they say something about it soon (or maybe im mistaken) also i don’t think that u not reading is embarrassing ^^ i think the material u absorb is pretty dang rad and we really are the same bc much of my interests are indeed hyperfixations 😭😭 ive heard of those animes ^^ there’s honestly sooooo many out there it’s crazy :000 and AHHHH OMG 🥺 im so sorry,,,, really i didn’t think it made much sense but im very thankful that you at least felt an emotion bc of it (?) and (gosh ur so cute ☹️ it kinda breaks mi heart) i wanted them to meet again in the future but wasn’t sure under which circumstances — i owe the sad/open ending to mitski 🥂 THAT IS SOOOO UR SOOOO cute and funny what the heck 2 in 1 deal of the century !!!! i’d have to argue with u about my awkwardness but it would taint my soul for me to tell u ur wrong 😮‍💨 u really are so sweet ur words make me so happy 🥹 that is the nicest thing someone has said to me in a while wow i think it really helps that you make conversation easy and you’re patient with me and kind *falls to my knees in the middle of a store* but seriously :”0 ur visual representation is soooooosoofocociofooo cuuuute and sweet not the yeonjuniezzzzz 🥺🥺🥺🥺 THIS IS MINE BC OF how i feel and am unable to contain my love !!! anyway here is your gift !!!!!!!! + another in case it doesn’t work !!!!!!!! AND AHHH yes i did i thought it was fake haha but real talk did YOU see light purple beomgyu????? moment of silence for bamtoris 🫡🫡🫡🙁 nah but seriously and even moreeee has happened since ur last ask and i apologize for that 😔😔😔😔😔 bc im bad at keeping up and txt starts their world tour in the us soon bc they’ve finished day 1 and day 2 in seoul :0 i hope they stay safe 🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺 and they’re happy and have fun goshhhh and taehyun breaks in his new sunglasses hehe i hope YOU’RE doing amazing 🥳 and i truuuly look forward to these messages !!!!!!! i’m on vacation for three weeks and somehow i have less time for myself 😭 and that means less time to watch txt videos and to listen to txt haha they’re like my personality trait bc they are my comfort and joy hehe pathetic right so im losing my patience and sanity very slowly its been making me feel sad but whatevs HEHE umm (sorry if my questions or sentences seem forced i just panic) but this is random haha do u prefer coffee or tea or neither (i wanted to switch up the genre of my questions even though regardless they’re kinda silly) i really hope you’re enjoying ur freedom and time off with whatever u do whether that includes doing nothing or doing…stuff haha don’t forget to take care of urself 🥺🫶🏼🫶🏼

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So I was being a basic bitch the other day and listening to my true crime podcasts when it occurred to me just how suspicious Nile’s “death” would look to everyone not in the Guard, leading me to a train of thought that, 2200 words later, absolutely got away from me but I can’t let go so I’m inflicting it on all of you!

To set the stage, we know the movie takes place over approximately a week. Here’s what happens to Nile from the military’s point of view:

She dies is very seriously injured

She heals without a scratch

Just before she’s supposed to be shipped out to Germany, she vanishes, leaving two men concussed (and presumably reporting being knocked out by a woman with short hair wearing civilian clothes)

She goes AWOL for several days

They get word from the CIA that she is to be reported killed in action (details unclear)

So, at the beginning of this very weird week, the USMC has to tell Nile’s family of her death critical injury. What her family was told depends on how long she was dead – a Google search tells me that family will be notified in person within 8 hours of a soldier’s death, but we don’t know how long her first death lasted. For an injury, however, they’d get a phone call to notify them and the unit would arrange for them to visit as soon as the soldier is transferred out of a combat zone. Like I remember when I was in high school, a guy from my church who was a Marine was really seriously injured in a helicopter crash in Iraq and from what I could tell, his parents were told immediately and were flown out to Germany to see him, so it stands to reason that Nile’s family would have been informed relatively quickly after her throat was slashed, one way or another.

And then, she goes AWOL. Her family would be notified while the USMC tried to figure out where she went, not least because the military would want to know if she’s contacted them. (And it’s possible that her family may have been on the way to Germany to see her since we know that’s where she was supposed to go!) So for several days:

Nile’s mom and brother have no idea where she is

They know she was seriously injured and most certainly should not have been moving around on her own

They can’t get a hold of her

The military can’t tell them anything

And the next thing they know for sure is that she was “killed in action.” After being injured and vanishing into thin air. And they presumably cannot produce her body or any concrete evidence of her death. In any case, something sketchy is going on, so they’re like. SMELLS LIKE A MILITARY COVERUP.

In a surprise to probably no one, there is a well-documented legacy of mysterious US military deaths, particularly of women of color (TW for sexual assault in these links). The cases of LaVena Johnson and Vanessa Guillenin particular have made national news because of their families’ persistence in seeking justice. Likewise, Nile is a Black woman, and her mom and brother are most certainly hypercognizant of (a) state violence against Black people and (b) these high-profile cases of suspicious military deaths. So her family are seriously side-eyeing the situation, knowing that (a) the military has a serious incentive (and a documented history) of covering up things that make them look bad and (b) nothing about Nile’s disappearance and supposed death are adding up.

And Andy’s right. Nile does come from warriors. And you know who else does? Her brother.

Don’t get me wrong. Nile’s mom would absolutely not back down. She’d know something was up and want to get to the bottom of it. But based on what I know about Gen X parents (mine), they’re not the most technologically savvy. Like they can use the internet, but they didn’t grow up with it the way we young millennials and Gen Z did. So Nile’s brother takes the lead. And what do zillennials do best?

Social media.

Nile’s brother starts going hard on any site he can, trying to get the word out to see if anyone knows what happened to his sister. He starts a Reddit thread. He starts a Facebook group. He reaches out to the media and true crime bloggers and podcasters à la Sarah Turney, getting loud and being a general nuisance in hopes of getting some answers. He gets his friends and Nile’s friends involved. Maybe eventually Dizzy, Jay, and others from Nile’s unit hear about it and reach out, telling him what they saw and how weird it all was. He’s drumming up interest, and soon “Nile Freeman” becomes a household name (at least among the true crime fans).

Copley is, of course, trying his best, but at this point there is just so much that it’s impossible for him to scrub everything. Sure, he can erase new footage of Nile and the Guard, but what can he do about Reddit threads and podcast episodes that are speculating something weird has happened? Maybe he could hack the sites and shut those things down, but honestly, that’s the last thing he’d want to do, because that only adds weight to the theory that Nile’s disappearance is a military coverup. So eventually he has to tell Andy what’s going on.

Andy, obviously, does not take the news well. However, she is also completely computer illiterate, because that’s Booker’s job and he’s the only one who ever bothered to learn what the internet is in any meaningful way. (She probably calls Booker for advice, and for the record, I think Booker would have no qualms about shutting down conspiracy threads, tinhats be damned, but Copley is too concerned about the consequences. He’s ex-CIA for crying out loud, he knows how it’ll look if they scrub every mention of Nile’s name from the internet.) Maybe she confers with Joe and Nicky but, let’s be honest, they’d be equally unhelpful. So at this point, she knows they have to bring in Nile.

But the thing about Nile is that she, too, knows how to use the internet (duh). Aside from her being a young millennial/digital native, we know from the cave scene where she’s giving Booker suggestions on how to track Copley that she clearly is even more computer savvy than the average person. And for that reason she almost definitely took over the day-to-day tech stuff after Booker’s exile. So I think it would be foolish to expect her to be unaware of what’s happening. She’s not contacting her family or posting on the message boards or anything, but she knows what’s up. So Copley and the team probably sit her down to “break the news,” but we know the girl does not have a poker face (see: literally shooting herself in the foot and not being able to play it cool whatsoever) and cracks immediately, telling them she’s seen everything about her case – she’s not interacting with any of it, she certainly didn’t instigate anything, but she knows. (And she is so goddamn proud of her brother.)

At this point, I’d like to pause and consider Nile’s role in the overall narrative of this movie. She’s set up as a foil to Andy, obviously, but she’s also a foil to Booker. Booker, who, like Andy, is a serious pessimist, but who, unlike Andy, still has very fresh memories and trauma associated with being the new kid, which have destroyed him. In his mind (and Andy’s), if Nile communicates with her family, she’ll become just like him in a century or two – bitter, alone, and stuck with her grief and memories of watching her family die and knowing they died resenting her. It’s a small sample size, but this is the only experience they have to go off of.

But it doesn’t have to be like that.

There’s been a lot of discussion of TOG being a fundamentally queer movie – a group of people brought together because of something inherent about themselves that is different, that must be hidden, that causes others to hate, fear, and reject them. Booker’s backstory is the archetypal traumatic “coming out” story – his family learns who he is, hate him for it, and attempt to cast him out of their lives. He’s stuck with his trauma, his pain, his loss, and it consumes him.

But what if Nile’s family would be the opposite? What if her “coming out” to them as immortal is met with acceptance, love, celebration? What if her family is just overjoyed to have her back, and they don’t care what the circumstances are? I'm reminded of this incredible post from @shitty-old-guard-deaths a while back, where Nile’s mother hits Booker with a frying pan because “my baby let me believe she was dead for FIVE YEARS based on your bad advice???” (which may or may not have inspired this whole tangent). Nile takes the advice of someone who did the same thing she wants to do because she doesn’t want to risk her family’s rejection. She wants the good memories with her family and is afraid that showing them her true self will bring her unbearable pain, forever replacing those memories. But, with high risk comes high reward.

Anyway. Nile and the team are trying to come up with a plan for how to handle this whole thing, but she’s not really participating because she’s too afraid to hope. Until finally, quickly, so she doesn’t lose her nerve, she suggests she reach out to them, knowing that, realistically, that’s the only solution before things snowball even further out of control. The team is shocked, but realize that she has a point. They decide that Copley should actually be the first point of contact, posing as a US government official to talk with them and test the waters.

So Copley goes to Nile’s family’s house to talk with her mom and brother. They’re probably distrustful and apprehensive, but nonetheless secretly ecstatic that their work has paid off. They talk and review all of the information that they’ve collected, including testimonials from the people on Nile’s base and recent sightings (along with photos) of Nile (with the same three people) over the last few years that people have sent them but they haven’t posted publicly. At this point, Copley’s like, yeah this is about to blow up, we gotta put our cards on the table. He convinces them to come with him to some safe house/black site/whatever he can get that is technologically impenetrable (I’m picturing them in like, an interrogation room at a police station kind of deal), takes their phones, locks the doors, and brings in Nile.

What follows is the most delightful reunion scene of all time, bringing Joe, Nicky, and even Andy to tears as they watch and listen from outside the room. With Copley’s help, Nile tells her mom and brother about her immortality and what’s been going on since she died (within reason, of course), and they are thrilled. They don’t understand why (because no one does) but they don’t question it and they see it as a gift from God – she’s been resurrected, she will live, and she has a purpose. Her mother and brother are so happy to see her again and are willing to agree with pretty much anything to stay in her life as long as they can.

So. They set up some complicated agreement (they bring in the other three for support/intimidation as needed) setting the terms of their relationship. They swear Nile’s family to secrecy, maybe bringing up the lab to show how high the stakes are, and they readily agree. They come up with some cover story for Nile’s brother to share on the message boards (maybe that the government has opened an investigation but because it’s an open case he has to shut it all down? Tells people to direct their tips somewhere else? Something to that effect). There’s still speculation, of course, but without Nile’s brother at the helm providing the energy, the hype dies down as news stories are wont to do without any movement. And Nile’s family goes to work for the team. The experience has taught them that Copley can’t possibly do everything himself, especially when it comes to social media, so Nile’s brother takes the lead on the day-to-day tracking/social media while Copley and her mom focus on finding jobs and scrubbing their traces afterward.

So there you have it: Nile gets to integrate her biological family into her found family and spend the rest of their lives with them as it should be, Copley gets some badly needed help managing the reality of social media, the team finally has a positive narrative surrounding outsiders Knowing About Them AND about interacting with people from their previous life, and the audience gets the happy ending to this very lovely and very queer story to counteract the pain associated with Booker’s family.

Plus, you know, I’m a sucker for both a good government conspiracy theory and for Nile getting every good thing she deserves.

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Brutal Love

David King X Male Reader

Request: No

Description: Y/n was the newest survivor and was still getting used to things. He quickly made friends with people but was stuck with trying to make friends with the British brute, David. He distanced himself and never really talked to him. One trial everything changed and the two began to come closer and accept their feelings for one another.

!Disclaimer! Let’s give a round of applause for Behavior for having our hot David come out as gay! I also might do a part 2 so make sure to reblog and like👍

Y/n walked against the mud that was around the campfire. He fell back onto a tree stump and leaned against one of his best friends Feng. “Rough Trial?” She asked while patting my head, “Yea.” He reached down to feel the massive hole in his blue hoodie, there was tons of blood soaked in as well.

Y/n felt around for the knife wound but it was gone, just like every other time.

Everything in the entities realm was weird as Y/n came to know from his short time here. Every trial they would be murdered and tortured but come back and live it over and over again. Y/n sighed and rolled over to look up at his friend. “When does this get better?”

She looked down, “I don’t know. It never does you really just learn to live with it.” Y/n scoffed as Steve pushed his legs away so he could sit. “How’s my pretty boy today,” He said with his signature cocky tone. Y/n sat up and hit the mans shoulder causing Steve to gasp. “Wow and to think I was going to give you this hoodie since I can see yours is… Ripped,” Steve said while pulling the sweater back. Y/n leaped forward to grab the hoodie but Steve pulled it away further.

“Please Stevie,” He finally gave in and threw the tinier man a gray zip up sweater, “Thanks.”

Y/n looked around the campfire at everyone’s faces which were illuminated by the orange light of the fire. He noticed one familiar face watching from afar, David King. The first day Y/n arrived everyone eagerly introduced themselves and gave him tips over the few weeks he’s been here. Everyone but David King that is. Y/n stood up and walked toward the muscular man. “Hey I have an extra dark mist bottle offering or what ever, do you want it,” He said while holding the bottle in is palm, trying to make peace with the British brute.

“Typical,” He muttered under his breath before quickly taking tree item and walking back to his cabin. Y/n felt anger grow inside of him, he didn’t even say thanks for the offering.

A week past since then and David was even more bitter toward Y/n than he had been before. He couldn’t describe it, he felt weird things when he was with him. David new he never really liked girls so the fact that Y/n was a guy didn’t freak him out, it was the fact that he just found him annoying. Y/n was just so caring toward others even if they weren’t toward him, it just made David mad. He liked fighters and not softies.

The black mist came over the entire campfire. When it cleared four survivors were missing, Y/n, Feng, Mikaela, and David.

Y/n felt a shiver crawl up his back as the breeze began to pick up. He looked up to the sky as the gusts of wind swirled in a raging storm around him. Y/n looked behind him and noticed Mikaela’s witch hat through the clouds of snow. “Mikaela,” Y/n yelled gaining her attention, “Come on Y/n, I found a gen.”

The two of them ran toward the red generator and immediately started to work on it. “Ormand sucks,” She said causing a small laugh to scape from Y/n’s quivering lips.

As soon as the generator finished and the flood lights flashed on the two survivors froze, a scream echoed through the Rocky Mountain ski resort. “Shit, It’s the legion right?” Mikaela nodded and they started to run. The thing about the legion was that there was four of them. Only one was allowed per trial but depending on what one you got depended on your fate.

Suzzie was the most sympathetic and would always try to leave Y/n alone. Joey was somewhat nice and wouldn’t mori Y/n but that was it. The other two, Frank and Julie however were brutally mean. They would gut and carve any survivors no matter what. Frank was the worst since he had some weird thing with Y/n. He liked to cores Y/n as he killed him with his own hands, it was weird as fuck.

Y/n stood still as he heated a familiar laugh behind him. Mikaela was already gone since she ran faster but Y/n wasn’t anywhere near anyone beside Frank. He leaped forward and pinned Y/n to the ground, pushing his face into the hard icy snow. “Like that you little slut,” Frank muttered into Y/n’s ear with lust in his voice. He rubbed up against Y/n and tugged on his rainbow flag pin that was clipped to Y/n’s waist. “You like that don’t you…”

He was cut of by David’s fist which launched Frank of of Y/n. “Let’s go now!” David yelled while holding his hand out. Y/n took it and tightly grasped the mans hand, David lifted him from the snow and dragged him along to hide. Frank was still pulling himself together so he didn’t se the two running away.

“I think we lost him,” David panted as a cold cloud of mist came out of his mouth. “What’s wrong Y/n?” He asked while looking down to see a gash in Y/n’s left thigh.

“Shit,” he mumbled before taking his black zipper up jacket off and wrapping it around Y/n’s thigh. “No stop, you’ll be cold. My wound will heal at the end of the trial David I’m fine,” he ignored the whining man and quickly picked him up by the waist. “David stop!” Y/n protested but the brute ignored him and carried him toward another generator.

The trial was almost over and only three survivors remained. Y/n felt like it was his fault that Feng was sacrificed since he was following David and felt really bad. He decided he would have to give her some extra offerings when he got back at camp. David held his arm under Y/n’s waisted and carried him along. There was one generator left and things weren’t looking good.

David pulled Y/n into a wooden structure, the force accidentally tip the shorter male over. He hit the ground but smiled when he opened his eyes, “The Hatch!”

Suddenly Y/n was lifted onto someone’s shoulder, David tried to pull him down but Frank was to strong. He carried Y/n to a hook and threw him on causing Y/n to scream loudly. The sound pained David, like some part of him was being hurt but he didn’t know why. Mikaela screamed for David’s help since her time on the hook was almost over, but he ran to save Y/n instead. As he lifted the light male of the hook he hissed with pain. Blood dripped down the jacket Y/n had borrowed from Steve as he limped away.

The sound of the entity gathering Mikaela’s body from the hook rung through the map. The two made it back to the hatch, David pushed Y/n back onto the hatch and ran away. “No David DON’T,” Y/n yelled, but it was to late. Frank cut through David’s abdomen and moried the shit out of him. The hatch flew open and Frank ran at Y/n, luckily he was able to slide into hit and fall through back to the campfire.

His bloodied body hit the dirt causing a moan to escape his mouth. Y/n felt his leg and noticed the healed wound. Feng ran up to him and helped him up, “Oh my god Feng I’m so sorry I didn’t save you.”

“It’s fine, but you owe me,” she said causing Y/n to laugh a little. He took her hand and balanced himself before walking toward the campfire. A few survivors congratulated him for the escape and stuff but all that was on Y/n’s mind was David. He noticed the man standing against a tree and he walked toward him. “You fuck,” a voice called out to me David.

Y/n looked to Mikaela to who was very angrily walking toward David. She was pissed that David didn’t save her and yelled at the man for saving Y/n. “Stop yelling at him!” Y/n yelled, Mikaela rolled her eyes and scoffed before walking away. “Fucking slut, he only saved you cause you probably blow him on your free time,” she muttered while walking away. She rubbed her stomach were the hook once pierced.

Y/n stepped forward and looked up to David, “Thank you for that, but you don’t need to do that. It’s unfair and I can escape myself.” David just scoffed and walked away as well. Y/n bit down on his teeth and ran in-front of David, “What is wrong with you.”

“What?!”

“One second you wanna carry me around the entire map and then sacrifice yourself but the next you act like you hate me?,” Y/n yelled causing David to flinch a bit. “I don’t hate you, I-I just need time to think, so please leave me alone,” he said before walking back to his cabin. David fell against his door and felt tears well in his eyes. I really love him but he hates me, what am I supposed to do, he thought to himself.

[deceyx]

I Love You

Mammon x Gen!Reader

Word Count:2,744

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He laid there on his bed and stared at his ceiling. That was how it was for the last couple of months for him. Locked up in his room, barely even coming out unless he was starving. It was all he felt he deserved.

But whenever he remembered what happened to them. He felt sick to his stomach.

Knock, knock, knock…

He flinched at the sound. He ignored them still; they were so persistent. It was not the first time his brothers tried getting to him, but he would not budge. He rubbed his eyes as he thought about avoiding them once more.

Maybe if I stay quiet, they'll leave.

He looked at the door as he hoped, but they continued to knock. He did not want to admit it. But it was only guilt that drove him to push everyone away. After their death, it was hard for him to face his brothers because he thought they all blamed him. He blamed himself too.

Knock, knock, knock…

“Why won't ya leave me alone?” Mammon snapped.

He felt bitter and disappointed when they continued. He gritted his teeth as he tried to ignore their ignorant tapping on his door.

“Mammon!” He heard Lucifer’s insistent voice calling his name

“I just need more time...” He begged.

For a moment, he thought the knocking at the door had stopped. But how persistent he was. He started banging on his door, calling out to him. It did not take him long to twist onto his side, bringing his hands to cover his ears. He squeezed his eyes shut as he pressed even harder on his ears. But no matter how much he tried, his voice continued to get louder and louder.

“Please open the door.”

That voice gave him a severe jolt. He desperately lurched out of his bed. It felt so foreign to him. It was the first time in months since he heard their voice.

Because they died…

“I-is that You?” He faltered and finally stopped mid-stride. He worried about how long their death would have taken him to finally go over the edge. He did not think it would have been so soon. There was no way he was going to open that door. He even denied that any of this was real. Did he hear someone at the door, or was it just the sound of him losing his mind?

He stayed tight-lipped and shook his head. The bitter taste in his mouth came as quick as he felt his eyes become wet with tears. His stomach churned when he pictured their limp and lifeless body; their eyes dull and glassy. He fell to his knees as he clutched his arms around his stomach and cried.

“Mammon,” they coaxed, “Please open the door.”

The key clicked in the lock as the door opened. Mammon stumbled out of his room for the first time in days, rushing past Lucifer. But his eyes only darted down the hall, looking for them. Lucifer experienced a pang of guilt when he saw Mammon.

“Mammon-”

“This some kind of joke or somethin’!” He snarled at Lucifer, gritting his teeth. Lucifer hated that insolent tone of his voice.

Lucifer blurted, “You’re lucky I didn’t break this door down,” he crossed his hands over his chest, “Did you forget what day it is?”

Mammon realized his mistake at once. Lucifer wasn’t a big guy but his presence was more than overwhelming. But his impertinent behavior was the least of Lucifer’s concerns. From where he stood in the hallway, he observed Mammon. He noticed how his shoulders slumped as he looked down, how his hair was disheveled and stuck to his sweaty forehead. He even began to notice how scruffier his face was becoming each day.

“Do you think I’m crazy?” Mammon asked staring down at the palms of his empty hands. It’s been happening for a while, the hallucinations. They began not too long ago. Though they were merely auditory, they started to become too real for his comfort.

“You know I’m always here for you, right?” Lucifer was concerned about him. It occurred to him that Y/n took a part of them along with them, it was just now that he realized they took a bigger part of Mammon. They took his heart. Maybe they even took his soul as well.

He only nodded at his brother, not seeming to find the words he wanted to say.

Lucifer sighed, “I’ll give you ten, no… fifteen minutes to get ready. You’ll get the flowers you asked me to buy after.”

He had no one else to play this little blame game with but himself. Looking into the mirror all he could see was the idiot that couldn’t protect them. The monster that killed them.

It pained him that he couldn’t tell if any of his brothers hated him. Just the look on their faces as he entered the room made his chest tighten. He couldn’t even look them in the eye.

“Do you want something to eat Mammon?” Beel offered as he walked over to him, “I hope you starve to death.”

His entire body froze up when he heard that, “W-What?”

“Hm, is something the matter Mammon? You look pale,” Satan admitted, “Jeez, what are you nine? Get over yourself already.”

Their lips spoke with so much concern, but his mind was cruel to him. Their mouths didn’t even open, it was all in his head. But he heard it so clearly. He swept his hand across his forehead to get rid of the beads of sweat that began to trickle in.

“Yeah, I th-think I just need somethin’ to drink.” Tugging on his tie, he walked over to the sink and filled up a glass with water. He pulled his shaky hand up to lips, gulping down the water.

“You shouldn’t drink it so fast,” Belphie commented, “You might choke.” His grip tightened around the glass as he glared at Belphie, “What’d you say?” He asked, his eyes darkly fixated on Belphie.

“All I said was don’t drink it so fast!”

“If anyone of ya got somethin’ to fuckin’ say to me just say it dammit!” He hissed, slamming his fist into the countertop. The glass shattered in his palm. The room fell quiet, only the strong scent of his blood filled the room. Concern was etched on their faces.

Satan held his hand, putting it under the tap as he turned it on. Mammon winced as he felt the water burning the cuts. “Belphie, could you grab a roll for me?”

Belphie nodded as he got up from the stool and headed for the bathroom.

“We’re all still trying to cope with it Mammon,” Satan confessed, “So I won’t tell you to let it go, but I’m here for you if you need me.”

Mammon stood there rooted in place, “Yeah, that’s what everyone keeps tellin’ me…” his eyes wide and staring into space, “But are you?”

Satan couldn’t help himself. His eyes opened wide as he gasped quickly, “Of course I am!”

“What’s all the yelling about?”

Satan’s whole body tensed up at the sound of the man’s voice. He had no idea Lucifer was there including Diavolo and the others.

“Is someone hurt,” Diavolo asked, “It reeks of blood…” he trailed off.

"I can’t throw Mammon under the bus like that", Satan feared as he thought to himself.

Before they could even make up a lie, Beel chimed in, “Ah, Mammon just cut his hand on some glass, that’s all.”

“Yeah, you know how clumsy he gets sometimes,” Belphie added as he walked over to Satan, handing him the bandage.

Lucifer could only sigh as he rubbed his furrowed brow.

Mammon whispered a thank you to Satan as he wrapped the bandage around his hand. Looking over to Lucifer, he noticed the bouquet he held.

“You got’em,” he cooed, delighted that Lucifer kept his word and got exactly what he asked for, “Thanks.”

“I assume everyone is ready to leave,” Diavolo smiled as he beckoned to them. They did as instructed and stepped closer to him. Before they knew it, the bright light engulfed them. They found themselves struggling to stand still as it felt like they were falling, the one thing they hated about it.

Once out of the portal, the bright light of the human world almost blinded them. There weren’t many people around at that time, so they wouldn’t seem suspicious to anyone. Since they all wanted to say their goodbyes to them. But unfortunately for them, they have to wait a little longer. Their family came to visit them today. Irritated at the sight of them, Mammon sighed as he pulled on his tie.

“When they’re gone just come get me.” He said as he started to walk away from the group.

“Don’t go too far Mammon.” Lucifer.

He meandered down a path and took in the sight of the colorful flowers that lined the concrete. Sunlight splashed through the branches of the lush trees that hovered over his head. He wondered how a place meant for the dead could look so alive and beautiful.

But the one thing that stood out the most to him was a bench. How unusual it was. Drowned in a sea of blue flowers, its shade of brown was the kind that was welcoming, the type that held such warmth, the kind that made him inch closer. He noticed how the flowers grew unto its great cedar arms. He breathed a sigh and slid into the bench, pressing his back against it as he closed his eyes.

…

"Hm?"

Mammon jolted from the sudden shock of their voice. He opened his eyes and spun around on the bench. There they were

"What are you doing over here?" They questioned.

They smiled at him as they leaned over and rested their arms over the bench.

"You're... here?"

“You're acting strange!" They laughed. They held his chin and leaned in closer to his face. He felt his face burning up at their intense stare.

"Are you tired?" They continued, "You haven't been sleeping, have you?".

His stomach churned as his shaking hands gripped the bouquet he held.

"Are those for me, Mam?"

"No- I mean they are," he turned away from them and began to rub his temple," I've been havin' these nightmares lately. " "Oh, what are they about?"

"Just you-" He was forced to stop by the sudden wave of nausea he felt. His empty stomach tried to force him to vomit. The sudden flashes of images he had tried to suppress tried to make themselves known.

"I knew these were for me." They said picking up the bouquet that he placed on the bench. He glanced at them through his fingers.

"They're my favorite," they said, as they brought them up to their nose, smelling them.

"I know." It all felt surreal to him. He wondered why his mind wanted him to suffer so much. He had crazy thoughts of joining them before, but here he was, speaking with them.

They raked their fingers through their hair and chuckled. Strange enough, it sounded like music to his ears. It's been so long since he last heard them laugh like that, it made his heart race.

I'm glad everyone came to visit me today," they traced their fingers over the petals of the flowers they gazed at so dearly, "It's been a while, hasn't it?"

"It's been a while." He frowned.

It was just a few months since they were this close. How long would his mind continue to torture him? He was having a terrible headache, but he tried his hardest to hide it hoping they wouldn't notice.

"To be honest with you..." they hesitated, "I don't remember much, so I just want you to be honest with me."

Honest with them?

"Bout what?"

“How do I look?" they smiled at him. He wasn't sure how to answer them.

"The same as ever" he let out a breathy laugh, "Wait- not in a bad way!"

"I know but," their fingers picked at the leaves," That’s not what I wanted to ask…”

The more they sat with him, the more this situation perplexed him. He knew this was all in his head. He didn’t know to stop it, at this point he knew things were no longer in his control anymore. The lump in my throat felt like it was getting tighter.

“What happened to me?”

The atmosphere around them changed. He didn't feel that bounce of energy he felt before. His mind was horrified at distorted memories he didn't want to piece together. He felt his mouth going dry, even his eyes danced like the world around him seemed to have shattered. He was utterly shocked.

“This- I can’t.” The images just kept on flooding his mind as he recalled the painful memories that gave him countless nightmares. He turned away from them as his eyes welled up. Mammon remembered how their lifeless eyes stared into his soul, how their blood splattered the walls. Even now through his blurred vision, he saw their dried blood on his hands.

He staggered to his feet, swaying a little. There was a weight in his chest, his hands trembled as he clutched at his chest and thickened throat. An ache started deep within his stomach.

He fell to his knees, his shoulders slumped, “...You died.”

They knelt facing him, “It wasn’t your fault.” they said, sweeping his bangs off of his forehead, “So why do you blame yourself?”

He stared at them, his face contorted with guilt and grief, “Are you real?”

They took hold of his wrist and pulled it up to their cheek. They let his hand caress their face, “I’m not, but you can feel me, right?”

“I thought we’d have more time,” he complained, “If I didn’t let ya go out that night… you’d still be here with me.”

“I am here with you,” they consoled, “Just not how you want me to be.”

His eyes widened in astonishment as he gazed up at them.

“I couldn’t save you,” he couldn’t stop the quiver in his voice, “So why… why won’t you hate me?”

He clutched at their shoulder. His grip became tighter as his knuckles became lighter than they were before. But they still looked at him the same, he couldn’t put his finger on it. He loathed the bitter feeling in his chest. The guilt in his heart ate him alive.

The pain in his heart ate at him alive. The smile etched on their face made him perplexed even more. Their soft hands reached out to caress his face and it made him loosen his grip on them.

"I don't hate you," they assured, "because it wasn't your fault."

"Then how come I regret...everythin'..."

"Regret won't bring me back"

"You think I don't know that!"

With their hands still gently pressed against his face, they stood from their knees, "But that's not why I came to see you."

He sat on his calves staring up at them.

“I can’t rest Mam…” they trailed off, “You won’t let me go.”

His brows became furrowed, confusion plastered across his face, “Let you go?” He bit down on his lip, “That’s not somethin’ I can just do.”

“Please, I’m tired too.”

His eyes opened wide as he couldn’t believe what he was hearing, “I can’t,” he whispered, “Please… please don’t leave me again.”

“I won’t be able to stay much longer.”

“But I love you.”

And with a small forced smile spread across their face, “So, please let me go.” They turned away from him, walking away. He peered at them for a while before rushing to his feet.

“W-Wait!” He yelled as he trailed behind them, “Ya know, the whole soulmate thing just turned out to be dumb right? B-but you were mine, so it made me happy.” He realized that it didn’t matter how fast he desperately jogged behind them, he couldn’t catch up to them, “But is it amazing? Is it-”

Dips and branches caught at his feet made him stumble. Teary eyes looking down at his hands fisting the dirt, “I was happy because that meant you just loved me, right… so if you leave me now, who’ll love me?”

He lifted his head, staring ahead with bleary eyes. His face was doleful, as he realized they were gone.