#he sat right next to me for physics exam and i was like 'ok kill this now. u don't like him. he's probably like. evil.do NOT get distracted'

[chemicalarospec]

every time I'm like "wow I barely noticed my 'crush' when he was around at all recently! I'm so close to being totally over it!" I go through a period where my gaze constantly drifts towards him when he's around, always admiring how pretty he looks.

[wakaoujisenhime]

200 event! :D A scenario for Bakugo x reader x Kirishima poly. What if their fem s/o takes a hard hit to save a child jumping in front of a blow from an enemy? The injury nearly kills her but in the end she survives, and fully recovers. How would they react to this? (I actually requested something almost exactly like this once for Hashirama, Tobirama, and Minato awhile back. Now I’d like to see it done for these two.) And congratulations on 200! You are amazing and deserve it! 🥰

A/N: Thank you for trusting me with this, I hope you’ll like it! Also...that’s actually quite the cute scenario for these three Hokages 👀 Enjoy! 

Tags: Bakugou x reader x Kirishima ✅  poly relationship ✅  fluff ✅  slight angst ✅

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More than you can imagine - Bakugou x reader x Kirishima

What were you thinking when you jumped in front of that small child?

Your team had been sent out to evacuate the area while the present pro heroes handled the threat and everything seemed to go just as you had planned it, but that’s when a giant villain caught your attention. He was towering in front of a small child who tried to save their parental figure from some ruble that had injured their leg. You watched in horror as the adult tried to warn and prompt their child to run away, but seeing how hard that young person continued to struggle motivated you. And before you noticed it, you were already running in their direction, ignoring the two screaming voices of your loved ones behind you, you sprinted for the small child who had finally realized the inescapable situation. Just as the villain was about to hit that small figure in front of him you jumped in between them and tried to reduce the attack’s damage with your own quirk’s impact, but the last thing you remember hearing before everything went black was two familiar voices calling your name.

After what seemed like a couple of minutes you slowly opened your eyes and were greeted by an entirely white room. You wanted to look around some more, but a sudden wave of pain halted any planned movement of yours. A silent groan escaped your mouth and that’s when you felt someone squeeze your left hand.

“(Y/N)...you’re finally awake.“ said a deep and tired voice.

“Katsuki? Is that you?“

As if to answer your question he stood up from his seat beside you and carefully leaned himself down to where your head was resting as he finally responded in his usual and cheeky tone: “Who else would it be dumbass?”

Even if he tried to sound like his usual self, you still managed to hear the slight worry and tremble in his voice, a realization that made you quite sad. You wanted to make sure that he was ok, but that’s when you finally remembered the incident with that small child.

“W-What happened to that child? A-And the parent..? Are t-they safe? Or what about t-the villain? Where is he?“

You were visibly panicking and thanks to the vital sign patient monitor next to your bed Bakugou was also able to see the evident rise in your heart rate, so he did what he always did in order to calm you down. His big hands took a hold of your cheeks, squeezing them lightly as he brought his forehead closer to yours until they eventually bumped into each other as he whispered: “It’s all been taken care of...calm yourself down.”

The familiar gesture of his made you smile and it indeed helped you calm down. He always did that when either you or Kirishima were freaking out, mad, or just upset in general and something about his method always helped you come down from your raging emotions.

Now that I think about it...where is Kirishima?

You once again began looking around, but thanks to the tight bandages on your neck your head only moved a couple of millimeters that really didn’t help much with your plan.

“If you’re looking for Kirishima then you really don’t have to worry...he’s sleeping right next to you.”

To prove his point he gently lifted your head up just enough so that you caught a glimpse of the red-haired young man sleeping on the right side of your bed while his hand had grasped your own right one. The peaceful sight of your normally energetic lover conjured a smile on your face which was then passed onto the blond young man who carefully returned you in your former lying state. Before the two of you continued your talk he quickly left the room to tell a nurse that you’ve regained consciousness.

While he was gone you listened to the light breathing of the sleeping man beside you and smiled to yourself. You gently squeezed his big hand and caressed the back of his palm with your thumb when his head suddenly shot up.

“Oh my god (Y/N), you’re finally awake! Baku-..Bakugou? Where is he? How could he miss this important moment?!”

Seeing him panic like that gave you quite the déjà vu and you couldn’t help but giggle at his reaction. Not wanting to keep him on tenterhooks you subsequently told him that the man in question had left to inform the hospital staff of your awakening. Relief spread across Kirishima’s facial features and he once again took a seat next to you as the both of you waiting for the others’ arrival.

The nurses finally arrived alongside your other boyfriend and after they asked you a couple of routine questions they finally moved on to a physical exam. A couple of minutes later they discussed something amongst each other while the three of you tensely waited for their estimation.

“Alright, then we have some news. Your body seems to have recovered almost completely, but we’d like to keep you here for at least another day or two to see how well you’d do without the bandages.”

You nodded understandably but for some reason, Bakugou seemed rather opposed to that idea, but instead of lashing out at them he, much to your surprise, remained quiet. Only when they had left the room he finally exploded and began screaming something about how they could have the audacity and why Kirishima and he couldn’t just take care of you at home. While you just stared at him in confusion the red-haired young man tried to calm him down so that they could explain everything to you.

“I still can’t believe that you could be that reckless! Just what were you thinking, you airhead?!”

Not even a minute had passed and the blond was already lecturing you and all you could do was remain silent and nod. From a fourth person’s viewpoint, it would seem pretty insensitive of the blond to scream at you like that, but this was simply his way of showing you that he genuinely cared and was worried for you. After he finished he simply stood up and went to your room’s windows, leaving the explanations to Kirishima who only giggled and then sat down on the small stool next to your bed.

“Well you see (Y/N) after that villain’s attack hit you, you immediately lost consciousness and well...your injury didn’t look mild at all so as panicked as the two of us were, one of the pro heroes took it upon themself to bring you to the hospital.” he paused and began to softly play with your fingers before continuing  “Baku-...the two of us were pretty upset that they didn’t allow us to take you to the hospital, but I guess that was their way of trying to distract us and even though it worked for a couple of hours, the moment we set foot here the doctors packed quite the punch with your condition...”

You noticed how his and Katsuki’s facial muscles immediately tensed up, their expressions growing grim at the unpleasant memory. Knowing them and their typical behavior patterns, you refrained from prying or even saying anything and just waited until one of them continued.

Kirishima told you how your entire torso’s bone structure had been literally smashed to pieces by the villain’s blow and that at first, the doctors weren’t that optimistic concerning your recovery. Bakugou didn’t like that attitude at all and had apparently made it clear by doing what he does best: screaming. Neither he nor the red-haired man next to you elaborated what they had said or done, but they had apparently pulled some strings and called Recovery Girl over to take a look at you. She of course agreed to help you, but she said that even with her quirk’s help it would be up to your body to do the rest, and as unsatisfying as that answer was, they had no other choice but to accept it. You had been bedridden for almost an entire month and the doctors had told your two lovers that you might actually be in a coma considering that you weren’t making any signs of waking up anytime soon. They were given an ultimatum until the end of the month. They had to decide whether they’d like to keep you hooked on all the necessary machines or turn them off...and their decision was due today.

“S-So if I hadn’t woken up today...then you two would’ve...?“

Kirishima looked at you with his big and glassy red eyes, nodding silently, but just when he opened his mouth to tell you something, Bakugou beat him to it.

“But you woke up, didn’t you?! That’s it, end of the story.“ he abruptly turned around, facing the two of you as he took a deep breath and continued “I’ll go and grab some apples from those nosy nurses, and by the time I’m back I don’t want to see those mopy expressions on you two, got that?!“

And with that statement he stormed off, leaving Kirishima and you alone.

“You know, just between the two of us...he was really worried about you, like really worried. He refused to go back home and insisted on sleeping here next to you and even though the nurses forbid him to enter your room for the first couple of days, he still came over with a folding chair and sat right outside of your door. They’d call me every night and lecture me about it, but somewhere deep inside of me I understood where he was coming from, so after they finally allowed visitors even I decided to join him and every single night or free day we had we were here...waiting for you to wake up.“

The imagination of the two of them always being beside you, sick with worry made you tear up a little and your lover noticed that. He gently wrapped his arms around you and softly caressed your slightly trembling body.

“The hell is this? I come back, hoping that you’d be grinning like idiots by now and what do I find? More ugly crying faces than before...god, you’re impossible.“

While the two of you cried in each other’s arms, the blond sat down and started cutting the apples he’d brought, listening to your sobby apologies and how you’d think before acting next time. You explain that at that moment it was as if your feet had moved on their own and at that familiar sentence Bakugou finally interrupted you.

“(Y/N), I get what you want to say, but what annoyed me the most was the fact that you didn’t react to our screaming back then. I am a hero who can fight in close combat as well as in a more distanced one and while you were running toward that child I was preparing my AP Shot. Kirishima and I wanted to warn you to get out of the way, but you didn’t listen. And if you think that I was the only one worried sick about your condition, then you better think twice, cause shitty hair over there cried himself to sleep every night, thinking that his stupid excuse of not getting enough sleep would work on me. You wanna know why he avoided visiting you every day? Cause it reminded him of his helpless self back then and the thought that he couldn’t protect you-“

“Ok I think that’s enough...let us stop talking about it, please.“

Both men looked at you, surprised that it was you who interrupted the blond’s line of thought. You wordlessly stretched your arms out and waited for them to wrap their arms around you and embrace you like always. It took a short while and a bit of persuasion until they had finally hugged you and the moment their muscular bodies were wrapped around your in comparison smaller one, you simply ruffled their hair, kissed both of their cheeks, and said: “I’m sorry you two, I know I’ve worried you and I’d like to apologize one last time. Thank you for not giving up on me...I love you.”

We love you too...more than you can imagine

[moxfirefly]

Video calls and confessions

Part 2

Rated Explicit (18+)

Got around to that part teo for this one shot.

Hellboy/Cam!Girl

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The world going to shit wasn’t exactly how’d you planned out your Friday afternoon. This morning you had woken up with enthusiasm and a desire to treat yourself.

You’d gone out to the city, had your nails done, grabbed an obscenely priced coffee and on your way had stumbled on a museum.

A little culture never hurt nobody.

For Christ sake it was a free entry day too.

So why then, as you admired priceless art and sculptures had literal hell descended upon the evening?

Creatures. Actual monsters. The screams of the public deafening.

That had happened about half an hour ago. In your haste you had thanked you fight or flight mode to quick into flight. The shaking in your body had cause you to run into one of the exhibit rooms most cluttered with random ‘junk’ whatever this art installation had gone for it was surely not for somebody to duck behind for safety.

You checked your phone. The news was reporting the attack of the art museum. Authorities had been sent as well as the B.P.R.D...

That made you pause and clutch your phone.

If the bureau was on its way then that meant Hellboy was too.

The very notion of possibly seeing him in the flesh made your heart skip a few beats. The two of you had been communicating on and off for a while now since the private shows had started. You knew mixing work and pleasure wasn’t smart but fuck, you had it bad for this guy.

There was a sense of relief washing over you. He’d be here, he’d take care of this mess. Maybe you’d finally see him and not through a computer screen. You knew things had escalated with him although neither of you had really properly addressed it.

“Please whatever is up there, if I survive this I’m fucking telling him I’m in love with him” You whispered to yourself. This possibly couldn’t be your last day on earth.

Something screeching and something akin to a human scream startled you. You hugged your knees closer and tried not to breath loudly. Gunshots and more screams could be heard.

Then something came crashing into the installation where you were hiding. Your scream was imposible to hold in. The creature was screeching so loudly, a sound that left your ears ringing.

Adrenaline made you run out as fast as you humanly could. You heard the great strides it took to catch up to you. This was it wasn’t it? You were gonna die?

Your legs kept pushing you forward even as your muscles burned with pain. Your eyes hurt from crying and your throat felt like it was sandpaper. Something like a claw reaching for your hair made you close your eyes. There was no way you wanted to see how this ended for you.

Two shots.

Loud and so very clear, the sound coming out of left field made you trip and fall. The screening fortunately had stopped.

“Miss?! You’re safe! Hey! You gotta get out of here now!” That voice you knew all to well. You looked up and saw red and a stone hand.

“R-red...” Your voice was small, a sob catching in your throat.

“Y/N!?” He was shocked, eyes wide as he knelt in front of you.

You weren’t sure how your body moved or if he moved you but somehow you’d ended up with your arms around him sobbing into his neck. Hellboy held you tightly, whispering that you were safe, an array of cusses slipped out as he breathed heavily.

The knowledge that you were here, if he’d been a millisecond too late, all crashed down on him as he picked you up and carried you to safety.

You could’ve died, was all that ran through his head.

You’re alive, was all that ran through yours.

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One helicopter ride, a medical exam and a shower later you found yourself at the home base of the B.P.R.D. A nice young woman by the name of Alice had loaned you some clothes and had taken you to Hellboy’s room to wait. A debriefing was happening and all you could do was sit tight.

You resolved to canceling all your cam shows for the week stating you had fallen terribly ill. There was no way you could work, your hands were still shaking as you typed out the post and notified your one on one shows. It felt like hours as you sat on the couch, you had looked around at his room, seeing and array of personal items that made up his personality.

Such a big part of you often dreamt about this but your nerves had you glued to your spot.

The door opened and Hellboy came barreling in like a tornado. You flinched and bit too hard on your already chewed off nail, so much for that manicure.

“I’m so sorry, I wanted to leave that stupid meeting but it’s fucking mandatory because Daimio thinks it’s necessary, asshole that guy I tell ya-“ He took in your state, the still slight tremble in your hands, the few scrapes here and there. You looked small and scared and it absolutely destroyed him.

In his silence he made his way towards the coffee table and sat in front of you. “You know I often fantasized what it be like to see you in the flesh, this wasn’t how it usually went I promise” He smiled and for the first time in this piss filled day, so did you.

“How would it go?” You asked softly.

“Some mood light, a little wine maybe some music” The two of you chuckled. Your chuckles quickly dissolved in you trying to hold back your tears.

You were almost killed tonight, the shock would take some time to subside. “Hey hey kid, it’s ok, I’ve got you. Ain’t nothing gonna happen to you on my watch” Hellboy’s flesh hand rested on your knees.

You leaned forward and rested your forehead on his shoulder. “...When I read you guys were sent out, I really got excited that I’d finally see you” You felt his flesh hand stroke your hair.

“I’m in love with you” You blurted out, his hand going to still. “I said, if I’m making it out of this alive I’m telling him, so I’m telling you...” You looked up at him, e/c meeting his golden ones.

“I-Im not dancing around this no more, I’m tired of pretending that what’s been going on isn’t just some work thing that I do, fuck, I love you I really do and I think you do too” Your mouth want dry again, the scratchy sensation making you swallow.

Hellboy searched out your eyes, something in his head was going a mile a minute. Was he searching for a lie? Something disingenuous?

That all died when he lunged forward and kissed you.

A kiss that truly and utterly left no worry.

You were kissing Hellboy. You were gripping Hellboy by the scruff of his shirt. The way his lips molded against yours, the abnormal warmth to them, the softness to them, the roughness of his scruff.

Pulling back for air felt obligated but he’d insisted by pressing the stumps of his horns against your forehead. “Wow...that’s...so much better than I could’ve imagined” He was star struck in a way and it honest to god made you laugh.

The days events took a back seat for now you wanted to take in the being before you. You scanned everything you normally did while on cam with him. Your hands explored his face, running across scars and hair.

Then you remembered what lay to his right and your heart raced.

You gripped his stone hand, fascinated by the texture of stone, how he held your hand with so much regard to his strength. The patterns, the markings everything has you entranced.

“Extraordinary” Was all you could muster as you rubbed on what would be the inside f his wrist. “I’m sorry, is this weirding you out?” You looked at Hellboy only to find him grinning. “Having a beautiful girl touch me? Yes it’s completely weirding me out” He mocked and you couldn’t help but playfully shove him.

“God I need a beer, can we...?” He was leaning over toward the mini fridge next to the couch and pulling said drinks out. “Read my mind, beautiful” He offered one towards you.

This morning you were going about a normal routine, and now after a near death experience you were in the room of a man you had been falling in love with for months. The twist and turns of life.

Around round 3 you’d excused yourself to use the bathroom. As you washed your hands and saw your normal pristine face a little worn down from the stressful events you frowned.

But there you stood in Hellboy’s bathroom. Surrounded by things all him. The tips of your fingers ran through a brush of his. This was a reality right now.

You stepped out and caught him shrugging off his coat. Busying your thumbnail again at your teeth you watched his now visible arms flex with the movements.

“All good?” He smiled leaning against the dresser.

There was a pregnant pause in which the two of you merely just ogled one another from across the bed.

You moved first.

You walked over the bed and stood on it, you reached out a hand that he took without hesitation and with the extra height from the bed you met in a heated kiss face to face. You wrapped your arms around his neck, you felt his around your hips.

In a wordless haste you yanked at his black T-shirt and busied yourself with taking off yours. He watched mesmerized, as always, the revealing of your skin.

The image before you though, god you wanted to scream.

Hellboy undoing his belt and swiftly yanking the whole thing out of the belt loops without breaking eye contact. Off were your pants, and on was him as he took you down on the bed.

It was a haze, breathless kisses and chants of desire. He one handed the button of your jeans and his own. The brief separation to take the offending items off had the two of you giggling almost. In record time he was back on you and you welcomed it with a ferocity to your kisses. Tongue slipping into his mouth, you swallowed a groan of his that vibrated all the way to your cunt.

He was here, you were here. Physically.

You grinned as he trailed kisses over both your covered breast. “Take-fuck-take it off please, now right now” You felt the air leave your lungs when he simply broke the bra in half and met his reward, two beautifully round breasts he had craved more than any meal. Hellboy pressed his face between them and inhaled before leaving a series of bites and marks. Each time he bit down your raised your hips in search of friction.

The heaviness in the air, the warmth of him lapping and sucking at your breast. The heated tongue wrapping around a nipple. Hellboy devoured you, and if your breast had him like this...

“Baby please, wanna touch you too” Your hands ran down his back, sharp nails leaving a path. Hellboy shuddered as he left a nipple with a loud pop. “Go on, I’m all yours” That very comment sent a gush of heat and you bit your lip to hold a moan in.

You nudged him to lay on his back and you climbed on top of him. Hands running over your body, the feeling of that stone hand gently cupping your rear was enough to make you grind down on him with purpose.

“I promised you something every time we spoke, you remember what that was?” You rubbed yourself on him as you began to trail down his body. Hellboy’s eyes were fogged with lust. “Oh, you remember” You kissed his stomach, nails scratching his sides before hooking into the waistband of his underwear.

He was going to have a stroke.

Hellboy watched you slide his underwear down. Eyes hungry and mouth engulfing his cock. He bucked up without meaning to but you caught most of the onslaught by closing up your throat. A minor choke and you were back on track.

Fuck he was big and thick, you did your best swallowing as much as possible before settling the rest with your hand to jerk. The gut punched groan that left him egging you on. He saw your head bob, the way your lips stretched around his length, the blissed out look as you sucked earnestly. “Shit shit, you look beautiful” Hellboy reached a left hand across your cheek.

Letting him go with a breathy inhale, spit on your chin you jerked him lazily.

He was putting this look away for a rainy day. You had no right looking so utterly debauched and perfect.

“C’mere and kiss me, beautiful” Hellboy whispered softly and you obeyed crawling on him to meet him in a sensual slow lip lock.

Underwear gone, or more so also ripped apart. You were now on top of him about to guide his cock into your drenched hole. The initial burn was actually delicious, that breach between pain and pleasure sending a delightful shock through your body. Once fully seated on him you reveled in stretch and burn. “God this is, fuck I-“ You moaned as you tested with a sway of your hips, he was hitting your spot perfectly. You rested your hands on his chest and he gripped your waist.

Hellboy was gone, the sight of you riding him, lost in your pleasure caused by him nevertheless. It was the most beautiful thing he’d ever see. Lost to it all you fell forwards, burying your face in his neck. Your impending release had you stuttering your hips. “I got you baby, I got you” He muttered against your ear. You moaned as he held you, hips pistoning upwards to drive that orgasm out of you.

It crashed something fierce, running all over your body and coming out as a scream against his neck. You felt limp as a noodle but held onto him as he fucked his way through yours. When he came he yanked another orgasm out of you along with his.

The two of you laid there, a mess of limbs clutching at each other. Hearts racing, lungs trying to catch up.

Exhaustion won. You fell a sleep on Hellboy, still inside of you, his mouth against your temple.

There was no turning back now.

[khaleesiofalicante]

OH MY GOD! ITS HAPPENING! Its only the summary and I’m emo 😂 I should be studying for my exams, but I have tomorrow for that ;)

Ok, lets do this:

UDHWIJSHW THEY ARE SO CUTE FOR EACH OTHER I CANT-

"He preferred to hide his heart away. But he couldn’t hide David. He didn’t want to. David deserved to be seen." Like father like son. Both speeking poetry about their love ones. (and no, Idk which father I'm talking about 😂)

“I don’t think they are fake dating,” David hummed from the other end. “You don’t talk for hours every night if you are just fake dating.” (THANK YOU DAVID! SOMEONE THAT ITS NOT BLIND)

"They like doing chores. Let them do it. They fight demons all day and then come home and do chores. I feel like it’s their form of therapy. They need this.”“So, by not helping them, we are technically helping them?” Bapa had asked and Max had nodded with a grin. “Shadowhunters are weird.” “True dat,” Max had laughed. They were all weirdos. But Max loved them anyway. He loved his weird shadowhunters. (The domesticity lf this is killing me in a good way🥺)

“Will you on a date with me? Tomorrow?” Max asked then – because why the hell not. (Hell yeah Max. Go big or go home babe😎)

“This date is going to be the best first date in the history of first of dates.” In retrospect, he really shouldn’t have said that. (I'm already feeling his chaotic ass will do something like Magnus did, but lets keep hope)

"Maybe Lexi and Liv would probably enjoy a date – a fake date - in the arcade." Could I be more in love with both of them?? Is that physically possible?? 💙

Elyaas giving Max dating advice!! Lmaooo 😂😂

"His parents would not be pleased if they knew Max was summoning demons for relationship advice. But they had also encouraged Max to make friends with everyone regardless of their identity. So, technically this was their fault. They gave him very mixed messages."  YOU LIL SHIT. YOU ARE NOT WRONG THO...

FUCK. An attack??

You lil shit Max.

Yep, Rafael has to deal with it everyday 😂

OOMG YESS. THE ALIANCE RUNE!!

"So, when he got tired, he would simply fix the problem by eating. It was a win-win to be honest." I feel like I should say something, but tbh it makes sense

Ok, this fight is intense

Wait. Anjali is there???  What?

Oh ok, it wasn’t

“Say the thing!”Rafael groaned and raised his hands, the alliance rune lighting up.“I’m not just a shadowhunter,” Rafael said through gritted teeth. “I’m Magnus Bane’s son.” I'm dead 😂

THAT SCENE WAS EVERYTHING. LOVE THOSE TWO

“Well, demons are stupid,” Max pointed out. “Yeah, that makes sense,” Rafael said with a mouthful of food. “You are half demon after all.” “Asshole,” Max laughed and punched his brother.

“Text dad we are okay,” Rafael said, slowly recovering. “They will worry.”Max nodded and did that. (This just summ up sibling relationships so well *chef kiss*)

“It can be hard, Max. Bapak and dad…Sometimes I look at them and feel like I will never have what they have.” YUP. THEY HAVE SIBLINGS DYNAMIC. ALSO RAFAEL IS JUST 🥺🥺🥺

David got wounded???

Oh ok. False alarm.

Rafael sat down next to him and put Bapak’s head on his lap, gently massaging it.

“Are you okay?” dad knelt down next to his husband. “Just a little tired,” Bapak replied.A little tired. Max knew Bapak was fucking exhausted."  "Bapak never showed it. He never complained. Max wondered what else he hid away from everyone else." “Okay,” dad whispered and kissed his husband on the head. “Get some rest, my love.” Bapak nodded and closed his eyes as Rafael hummed something softly. (Well, now I'm crying 😭😭)

" His niece found an herbal medication that helps with the pain.” ANJALI!! I LOVE HER💙💙

"Dad finally smiled and went out to the balcony, phone in hand. He seemed to hang out in the balcony a lot lately" No no no. I dont like this. Babe find a better copying mechanism!!

"Bapak smiled then. A brilliant grin. The one dad probably fell in love with." jsyeihdiej I cant🥺💙

"Bapak sniffed when dad sat down next to him and gave him an odd look. But he didn’t say anything." Magnus tell him something. I dont like where this is going😭

“Does that mean Bapak is a capitalist?” Max asked. “Do not drag me into this!” Bapak protested and dad laughed at that" Ahh yess. Typical family discussions 😂

"David: Mr Herondale yelled “Yes! Two out of three!” (😂😂 I HONESTLY LAUGHED WAY TO HARD!!)

“Well, no! I don’t want drama. But I want you to be dramatic so I can tell you not to be dramatic!” I would like to say WHAT? but I honestly get it 😂

“Also, we all know you had an embarrassing crush on Uncle Jace growing up,” Rafael snickered. “And you definitely still have a crush on Uncle Jem.” Oh god 😂😂 but I mean... Who doesn't have a crush on Jem?

“Oh yeah?” Max demanded. “Well then let me explain your type. You are probably going to fall for someone who is like a combination of Aunt Izzy and Aunt Lily! Some femme fatale type who is a heartbreaker and looks like a supermodel and-” Boy got it right huh? 😂

“You two are dating?” dad demanded. “Since when? Who else knows about this? Why didn’t you tell us before? Were you dating when you were in London? Magnus, did you know about this?” “There you go!” Max yelled triumphantly. “That’s the dramatic reaction I was looking for. Thanks, dad!” lmaooo 😂😂

"And that’s how the next hour turned out to be the most painful and most embarrassing hour of his life." I. I have no words

“I’ll have you know this conversation utterly traumatized me. I demand financial compensation.” “Not happening,” dad said into his coffee, and Max groaned before walking back into his room. (THAT FAMILY 😂😂)

" I tried to hurt your father once.” OH no, the angst is coming

" He didn’t know about this. He knew about their story. Everyone did. The accords hall kiss. The fight in Edom. The changing of the law. Their love was legendary. Not this!" THIS IS BRINGING BACK SO MANY FLASHBACKS

“All I know is that I was terrified. I love your father. I love Magnus more than anything in the world. And I didn’t want to lose him. And I didn’t know what to do.” 😭😭 NOT AGAIN!!

"When you love someone so much, sometimes you do crazy things.” THIS

" Love had made a fool out of them. Love had made them blind." Yup. tsc: a summary

"When you love someone, you have to be honest with them" And THAT is character development!!

"They called it The Jem effect." I'm using this from now on 😂💙💙

"Uncle Jem was wearing a tank top and and ripped jeans." So its time for SIMP over Jem Carstairs? Okey then.

"In fact, he used to have a crush on both Tessa and Jem. It’s how he had found he was bisexual." Same here 😂

“MINA! I SWEAR TO LILITH I AM GOING TO GET YOU BACK FOR THIS!” OH MY GOD I LOVE MINA!!

“In my defense, I was busy!!” “Oooo, someone has been getting busy!” Mina WINKED. (You lil shit! I love her 💙)

He didn’t know he could blush!!!

" They had gone to hell and back for Roman. It wouldn’t have been possible if not for Catarina. She was, and always has been, a miracle worker." Again, I love my queen💙💙

“I believe in Mavid supremacy.” ME TOO

"There is something so queer about Ferris wheels!" Someone needed to say this

"They had their own space in the spiral fucking labyrinth. These fucking legends." I BELIEVE IN WARLOCK TEAM SUPREMACY

"But Ragnor had always had a soft spot for Rafael." 🥺🥺

I love my warlock squad so much I cant-

Ragnor is so done😂

“I don’t want to lose him,” Max said it out loud for the first time. “But you will, Max,” Catarina said gently. “Everyone loses people they love. Every day. It’s how life works.” (its to early to be crying)

“Yes, we do,” Ragnor replied. “But it also means we fall in love over and over. Century after century. It’s our blessing.” (these warlocks are just to perfect)

“And that love is going to last for a lifetime,” Tessa said softly. “Can you imagine that? Someone loving you for centuries. Someone remembering you for eternity. Doesn’t that sound wonderful?” 🥺🥺

David deserved to be loved like that – endlessly and impossibly. (OK BUT THE PARALLEL)

Tessa should definetly write a guidebook

“Je t’aime à la folie,” Max said.David’s eyes widened. “Vraiment?“ "Je t’aime. Je t’aime de toute mon âme. Je t’aime pour toujours.” ( I literally screamed and woke up my sister, I just love them so much!!!)

"David smiled. The smile Max fell in love with" 🥺🥺

“I know I am not your forever and I am okay with that.” Max bit his lip. “Okay.” “But you are mine,” David said. “You know that, right?” (ksidjdldk its just all this was beautiful!)

“I got it all planned,” Max said – for someone who had no idea what he was going to do." (Me as I should be studying 😂)

" And you were just scared. You were just a kid." “I just…I just realized you might not have had that when you were growing up – that there might not have been people you could talk to about these things.” THAT!! LOUDER FOR THE PEOPLE IN THE BACK!

"Max pulled him closer and kissed him again. Every kiss a promise. A promise to love. A promise to fight. A promise to survive" I would die for this two

OMG he took him to the Celestial Palace!! Thats so perfect and 🥺🥺

“Oh mon dieu! Ceci est incroyable! Il y a tellement de livres! Oh mon dieu! Je l'aime tellement!”💙💙 Idk how you manage to make me love David even more

“Of course he doesn’t hate you!” Max chuckled. “But he did say he will put your nerd ass in the silent city if you don’t bring me home by 11.” David blinked. “You’re joking, right?” “Of course,” Max grinned. His father had actually said that but there was no need to scary poor David any further. (😂😂 Imagine having the Consul as father-in-law, poor David)

“Yeah, not good with words my ass,” Exactly!! They say they are not good with words and procede to recite poetry of their love one??!!

Ughh I love this chapter so much and I loved how they deal with the inmortality thing! I just love when people comunicate and talk to each other! THATS A HEALTHY RELATIONSHIP! And how they didn't repeat Alec and Magnus mistake. I just love it! *chef kiss*

Anyway, this was really long and it took to open notes to fullfill, so i'll just leave💙💙

Bro I just felt like I read the whole chapter again and I am feels. I AM FEELS SEND HELP. Not me catching feels over my own shit lmaooooo.

Thank you so much. I have some work to do and I was like meh and now I have some energy to do it lol. I hope you spend tomorrow studying! You better!! Good luck!

ps - I love you notice the parallels and references. It makes me lil heart go boop!

also why do I feel like y'all are eternally doing exams????

[xxrat--punkxx]

JUMPING ON THIS BAND WAGGON

Ok here’s my 2020, tw//mentions of suicide and abuse

(Strong start lmao) 2020 sucked ass lemmi tell ya. This year was a fucking train wreck from the start, ur hay I got character development so who cares. Well let’s start with a review, bad things first.

Yall remember when everyone was scared shields of COVID?. Lol. But that’s stating the obvious. When we went into lockdown I was first like fuck yeah summer lol, but then the threat of ‘staying home for the rest of the year’ set in, bing in my first year of sixth form I really understand the stakes of exams next year. So having to stay home for the rest of the year freaked me the fuck out. I literally couldent cope, having to do all classes online was fucking hell, they were never zoom classes either, just ‘lmao do the work and hand it in’ which was near impossible for me. I was also in the constant ‘oh no I’m so stressed but I will do NOTHING about this lmao~’. As the days turned to weeks and inevitably MONTHS, my mental health said buckle up bitches. Days were spent sitting in my room on my phone doing NOTHING, meanwhile this perpetual notion of stress played in my head yet there I sat not having the will or motion to move.

Then my parents got involved. Now THATS when shit went from pretty crummy to awful, now I was living with them constantly I was able to see who they really were with no real filter. And oh god do I have issues, I didn’t even fucking know. Every day was an argument, my mom was the worst, the MANIPULATION, the constant ‘you're tearing this family apart’ or ‘so I’m the problem?’ Or the fucking indecent playing the victim. And I all only just realised, that they have been doing this ALL MY LIFE. Dad got involved but he was just physically violent, only twice tho. The worst part was my work, admittedly yes, I didn’t do everything I was given, but I tried, I really did with what little motivation I had. But with just one ‘oh your daughter hasn’t handed in this work’ I was a ‘lazy, good for nothing failure’ to quote ‘who will never go anywhere in life’ so I’d spend the rest of the day crying while they play the victim bury saupying I was abusing their love and just using them for money. But the next day be like ‘oh I’m so proud of you you're doing so well’ having that statement being completely unrelated to the previous events. This was constant. So that’s that story. I won’t talk much about Black Lives Matter because we all know about how that went. But it really affected me, I found myself crying over the victims multiple times. And the lack of support for the movement my peers or family showed made it fucking worse. Crying was a common occurrence for me now, mental health really taking a nosedive, being too scared to call myself ‘depressed’ or ‘mentally ill’ to any extent because I know I’m faking it and just want validation. That was also constant. Fun times huh.

BUT IT GETS WORSE 🥲, then I had to go back to school, awful to fucking abhorrent now. Year two of sixth form fun right? Sure, if u take away the ‘no free time period’ or the wanting to kill mystery for literally a whole 3 weeks. That was my lowest peak. Ever. I’ve never wanted to kill myself before then, don’t like that feeling. Shocker huh. That mixed with the constant anxiety of nothing is right anymore and also needing to succeed at school all made one healthy dose of ‘.exe has stopped working’ juice. Yet I played the fool, acting happy as if nothing had happened, or was happening at least, and venting by imagining scenes in my head with fictional characters lmao. Telling myself ’u can’t kill yourself because u don’t deserve too and ur just asking for attraction’. Then midterms happened blah blah blah, stress but I’m numb to it now that whole story.

But that’s not to say there wasn’t a silver lining.

Onto the good things finally, yes the year was probably one of the worst years I’ve been through in my life it did not go without its positives. For example early this year I got into borderlands properly, I finally explored the fandom and had a look at what it was like. Albeit a slow process considering I was still predominantly on Instagram at the time, and finding a community of a fandom on there is impossible. I started browsing Pinterest or the Internet for images that would link to my favourite characters, Who were to no ones surprise is the calypso twins. Pinterest led me to artworks and artworks led me to the infamous Lazulizard. Who I cherish all my being. Three weeks later after looking at her entire tumblr blog and stalking her of pretty much all her content (sorry for that by the way) I found border-spam. By this point I didn’t have tumblr and I had no intention of getting it seeing as an ongoing war I’ve had with myself since 2012, declaring I will be the bigger man and never get tumblr, which in hindsight was an awful mindset. Seeing as tumblr is probably one of my favourite places on Earth right now. But after also stalking border spams account, again sorry, and starving her of any content she’d ever posted. I was happy that this fandom although as niche as it is was actually getting content. At the time spam and lazu were absolute gods to me. Being the sole producer of a fandom I probably wasn’t even in properly, having both impeccable writing and impeccable art like good God. I would often think ‘wow wouldn’t it be incredible if I actually got to talk to them one day’, now look at me I’m doing commissions for both of them good God. And to be short joining tumblr felt like a fever dream and it’s probably the greatest thing I could’ve done this year, my parents are wrong, talking to strangers is amazing.

Something notable of mention this year as I actually got to figure out who I am as a person, I was able to find my own style and to find my interests, specifically in what I liked in terms of clothing. I thought I was LOL 2012 goth hipster but no apparently I’m manic Pixie dream girl. Going from pink is the ugliest colour in the world to having it be the only colour I will ever wear. I made some pretty big choices this year like cutting pretty much all of my hair off and dying it for the first time. Thanks strict parents for only letting me do that one now. But like I said I went to a character Ark and you know what I like it. I also played BioShock fallout and horizon zero dawn for the first time this year starting to really feel like a proper epic gamer, good lord kill me, and falling in love with all of them almost immediately. I also figured out on a plant mum and I’m into vulture culture although my parents have to disagree with that one. Asking to buy an Horse and fox skull somehow scared them a little bit can’t seem to figure out why lmao.

So a conclusion, Fuck you 2020 you made me miss two comic cons and I will never forgive you for that shit I am SO mad. But I will give you the benefit of the doubt you did make me meet some absolutely incredible people who I consider my friends, despite going against every single Internet safety law I was ever taught as a child. But you know what who gives a flying shit I love you guys. So that’s what I wanted to say. I want to say thank you to everyone on here and everyone is following me or even interacted me with on that matter. You mean the world to me and I really fucking mean it. Are you going to be nothing but amazing ever since I walked onto this fucking hell hole. And what I go through all of this bullshit again if it means I ended up here? You know what I think I just might. So again I thank you and I hope your year didn’t go as badly as mine, and fuck it bring on whatever the fucks next!

Honourable mention of this year was The time Elisa actually complimented me and I cried a little bit and had a panic attack but you know that’s for another day

🥺💕

[green-and-grey-kenaz]

Solace in Plato

Language: English

Characters: Nico di Angelo, Will Solace, Chiron

Summary: With the now rather alarming prospect of actually reaching adulthood being a reality, Nico has agreed to tutoring under Chiron's guidance. When Plato is suggested as something to study, Nico is not impressed and avoids it. A few weeks later and Will Solace asks him whether he's actually read Plato or just an abridged version.

Just a little fic exploring their relationship and Nico's internalised issues with being gay.

Word Count: c. 2 500

Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/32634607

“I hate Plato.” Nico muttered, staring at the book placed in front of him as he sat in the library of the Big House. Having not had any formal education since the ‘30s, Chiron had taken it upon himself to help educate Nico should he wish to get exam results - which would be useful for getting a job or Athena believe it, going to University. Neither was a prospect that he had ever really considered possibilities but the alternative was staying here and helping out with the new recruits while Will went to University in a few years time or doing the same thing but in New Rome.

Because Will insisted that he wanted to help the world, not just demigods. Nico didn’t deserve him.

So he’d agreed to go along with this and when Chiron had asked him if there was any subjects he thought he might take at University (and after Nico had suggested undertaker, mortician or detective based on a TV show Will had told him about, don't ask) he had begrudgingly admitted that he had more than a passing interest in Classics. Try as he might, his childish obsession with mythomagic had left him with more than a passing knowledge of Classical characters and he got a strange, warm feeling in his chest when he knew the answer to ‘how do we kill this obscure monster’ and no one else did.

Based on these answers, he had a somewhat tailored learning with Classics in both Italian, English and the Original Ancient Greek (his Greek was amazing for his age - a by-product of being a half-blood - but apparently his English reading skills were that of a kid and his Italian not much better, Hades knew why) and more than his fair share of biology and chemistry. Will had been only too delighted to help him with the sciences, although was suspiciously absent when it came to physics and math, but that was OK, really, and he probably wouldn’t make a good mortician anyway because he shouldn’t pick careers based on how many spirits he could raise, tempting as it was. The rest of his schooling thought? That fell to Chiron.

And today? Well, apparently they had progressed onto Philosophy and a man who's work made Nico's stomach plummet. Plato.

“Why is that?” Chiron asked, a patient expression on his face. Nico just glowered at him but like Will, he seemed impervious to it. It was irritating when people did not cower and cave in to his glares. He was used to inspiring fear in others.

“Do I need a reason?” Nico his arms, leaning back on the chair, returning a dark gaze to the book as if he could cause it to wither and crumble under his gaze. If he could do it to food, why not books? Plato sat cheerfully happy there without so much as a speck of mold coming to grace it.

“When discussing philosophy, it can be rather helpful.”

“Well I just don’t like him. Pick some other philosopher.”

Chiron had stared at him for a good few seconds before relenting, choosing some other book and asking no further questions about it. Nico hated that he could feel just how his heart rate had picked up, thundering in his chest as if it would crack open his rib cage. He knew people suspected… that the people he tolerated as friends already knew and accepted him for his inclinations… for what he was… but he wasn’t ready to confront the proof that he was different. Wrong, a voice always threatened to whisper in his ear. An abomination. A freak of nature. Nico knew that he couldn't read Plato, not with Chiron standing there and dissecting the merits of this particular work. It was never easy to look in the mirror and see just how messed up you were.

Despite the time it took for his heart to return back to normal, he did manage the text they’d chosen and perhaps sensing his unease, Chiron had used it as a chance to work on his reading more than the philosophy. He even finished the lesson with a kind smile and was informed that his modern language skills had far approached where they should be for someone his age. This followed with a suggestion that he could go into translation work. It was tempting, he would be better able to hide away in a darkened room as a translator than becoming an academic (sadly, these days academics had more obligations to teach), so Nico nodded and promised to think on it.

Two weeks later found Nico sitting in the shadows of the forest while Will quizzed him on anatomy which counted as studying for both of them. Annoyingly Will was refusing to sit anywhere other than the sunlight and so had coerced Nico into what they had settled on as being called ‘a potential threat to his aesthetic’, or in other words, dappled shade. It had promised to be a rather lovely day until a topic best avoided reared its head.

“Why do you hate Plato?” Will asked suddenly, looking up at him with those bright eyes and that warm smile that made something in his stomach twitch and his throat clench. Nico knew he shouldn’t feel so ill at ease with these feelings. They hadn’t put a word on it but it was a thing that they were doing. Having feelings together, exchanged smiles and moments of laughter when he thought no one was watching. Once, Will had even placed his hand down a mere inch from Nico’s and he had let his little finger flicker to just once lightly tap against Will’s in thanks for the silent support. He’d felt sick with guilt afterwards, but what was new? The little moments of happiness more than made up for it.

“I just do. And Chiron shouldn’t have told you that.” He muttered, shifting to move back under the full shade of a tree, pulling his legs in to his chest as Will closed the book. Right, study was over. Nico wrapped his arms around his legs, finger shifting the skull ring as he felt the pressing anxiety to run and escape the potential fallout. How many people knew? No doubt his unnaturalness was being spoken of throughout camp as he sat here. They would prove Jason wrong that times had changed. Their eyes would follow him, judging and radiating hate for someone who was so different. He’d have to leave and go back on the run, abandoning all he had built here. Nico closed his eyes as the feelings became overwhelming and claustrophobic, grass yellowing beneath his feet.

“He was concerned.” Will said softly, shifting over to sit next to Nico and breaking his silent panic.

“I’m not talking about it.”

“Is it Plato’s Sympo-?”

“No.”

“Hm. That’s what Chiron thought as well.” Nico could hear amusement in Will’s voice and concern. He dropped his hands from twisting the ring, suddenly subconscious of his tell and instead twined blades of dead grass between his fingers and yanked. His hand opened to let the picked grass tumble back to the earth.

“Did you read the original or just hear an abbreviated version?” Will pressed.

“Have you read it?” Nico challenged, ripping up more grass.

“Not until last week. Chiron sat me down with it and we discussed it.”

“Then you know why I can’t stand Plato.”

“Abbreviated version, huh?”

Nico looked over to Will who did not look disgusted, upset or any of the other myriad of emotions that he would have expected. Did he not read the whole mankind were once male and female, now split and eternally trying to recombine with their other half? Which left them and whatever they had rather in the dirt. Because if there was one thing that was worse than knowing he wasn’t right, that there had been some huge mistake with his creation, it was knowing that someone as good as Will Solace had the same affliction. Sure, he could be annoying but Will deserved more than that. He shouldn’t be a broken half. If anyone deserve to be able to become whole once more, it was Will. Will, who was staring at him like he expected some answer and Nico shrugged, yanking more grass.

“So what? I was like eleven. Not exactly likely to go and read the actual version. I deserve credit for even doing that much.” He couldn't actually remember how he'd heard it. He had found out that it was from Plato's Symposium after he knew the story, that much he knew. He assumed either he had read it very young or perhaps some ghost had told him. Most of his pre-Camp Half Blood lessons had come from ghosts in one form or another.

“Perhaps you should. I rather liked the bit about the straights all being nymphomaniacs and adulters.” Will smirked.

Nico frowned, his body freezing as he blinked very slowly trying to make what Will had said align with what he knew. A frown tugged at his brow.

“What… do you mean…?”

“Well, the whole bit about there being people made of two parts, either two men, two women, or a man and a woman, always trying to get back together. And the same sex ones generally being the better lot. Well, more the two men combos because they weren’t necessarily the most progressive in Ancient Greece. But in the end, that’s just a story that Plato had Aristophanes, who was a comedic playwright, tell. It’s not really anything to be taken too seriously.”

How had no one told him that? A dark anger settled into the pit of Nico's stomach and he found himself wanting to track down whichever spirit had lied to him and- Will continued speaking, his voice too light for Nico to continue his thoughts and the seething hatred dissipated.

“Honestly, read it if you don’t believe me. Chiron sat me down and took me through the whole story, every boring line after every boring line. I’m not supposed to tell you this because he’d rather you told him when you’re ready but he kind of clocked that you and I-” Nico shot Will a death glare and Will held up his hands.

“I was going to say get on well! And yeah, considering your aversion to Plato, he thought it might be you heard a misrepresented version of that story. We both know about festering wounds so agreed you should learn the truth of the matter. Preferably not by forced study so I kind of had to get an impromptu philosophy lesson. I think Chiron intended me to be rather more subtle about his involvement but my assessment is that it is better to know that you’re not alone and that it’s OK.”

Nico did not want to stare at Will. He did not want to look shocked nor rattled. He focused on plucking more grass and trying not to feel pleased that Will could sit in silence, knowing he needed time to speak and for it not to feel awkward.

“I just.” Nico frowned. The story had not exactly haunted him but it had lodged itself into his chest as further proof of all he had been raised to understand. It felt like a screw had been loosened somewhere deep within. “It isn’t saying that… well…?”

“No,” Will smiled. “And, I mean, the best thing about it is Plato actually wasn't arguing for the gays or the straights. There’s just like this collection of discussion by some old dudes on the meaning of love and then Socrates comes in boom at the end and we get Platonic love , or the basics of it. Big advocation for love being about the search for the meeting of minds rather than physical stuff, which I think is a rather good way to look at it. It goes on to being about then true love is a love of knowledge. That’s what the whole thing is kind of about. I think. Most of it went over my head.”

“That… doesn’t sound so bad.” Nico admitted, his hands winding around some grass but not yet pulling. He focused on the texture of it in his palm and it ground him.

“Besides, it’s not like it’s the be all and end all.” Will continued. “It’s just some guy arguing about love two thousand years ago and what do they know?”

Nico hummed, chin resting on his knees as he stared out at the camp below them. Will moved to sit closer, mirroring his position merely a foot away. If either of them leaned just a bit, their head might rest on the other one’s shoulder and Nico did not shift away.

“I just… As long as I can remember I’ve always been told that love is between a man and a woman. I just seemed inescapable. It didn’t matter who was teaching…” It wasn’t easy and words caught in his throat.

“Look, I know it’s complicated and none of this is going to be easy but I just want you to know that if you need to talk about something, you have me. And if you don’t want to talk to me about it, then Chrion is there too-”

“No.” Nico said hastily, blinking in surprise at that. “That is… I’d rather talk to you than Chiron. About things.” He noticed that at some point, Will had placed a hand, palm upwards between them. Hesitantly, Nico slipped his hand down, ghosting his fingers over Will’s. He did not move or even look at him and somehow feeling safer in that knowledge Nico let his fingers intertwine.

It was better than the grass.

“But when I’m ready. There’s… I’ve got a lot to figure out about all this but I know whatever I think, I enjoy what we have and I don’t want to not feel this.” He twisted their hands so Will’s was on top now and his fingers brushed against Will’s knuckles and down the proximal phalange before circling the knuckles again. Will’s thumb brushed against his and Nico felt his body begin to tense against the warmth and sparks of feelings. In moments like this, it was hard to believe that what they had was wrong.

“I don’t want to not feel like this either.” Will smiled and the distance between them seemed less, although Nico could not say how the gap had closed.

If they really were two halves of a whole, Will had to be his better half, Nico reflected as he felt his head drawn to rest feather light on his… on Will’s shoulder. Yes, it felt like this might be completion or at the very least something that Nico had not felt for an even longer period: contentment.

[stoopsbookstore]

Physically Wounded and Mentally Drained

"Can you help?"

Johnny stood outside the window of the closest person he knew lived by, the spoiled good-two-shoes, Y/N. His face was bloodied and his shirt had been torn open.

"Why should I?"

Y/N stood at the window, her arms crossed, the TV illuminating her room. The sounnds of sirens startling Johnny until he noticed the movie Y/N had been watching is now on a chase scene.

Johnny flashed Y/N the blood spots in his shirt, his body ready to keel over on her balcony.

"Please, can you just let me in? I did nothing wrong, but I know it's going to be twis-" Johnny's ramblings were cut off by the unlatching of the window, a rush of cool air from the AC hitting him in the face as thunder starts in the distance.

"Hurry up. I'll grab the first aid kit," Y/N pulled on the tall boy's shirt, shutting the window as soon as Johnny got his body inside, "it looks bad, it may be a minute."

"It feels bad," Johnny joked, tapping his chest, the tension in his body still high.

Plopping on the couch, Johnny looked at Y/N's room. A four-poster queen-sized bed with a cream colored canopy. Her desk was neatly organized with her statistics textbook open, signifying that she had been studying before his interruption. Reaching over, he grabbed the textbook.

"That's right," Johnny flipped through a few pages, the highlighted text a slight blur to him, "Douglas's exam is Monday."

"I forgot you're in the same class as me," Y/N took the damp rag in her hand, wiping the dirt off of Johnny's face, taking the textbook from him and throwing it on her bed, "and I'm going to ignore how you know where I live."

"Sorry, I know it's creepy to know where your mortal enemy lives, you can blame that prick, Hendery."

Johnny tried to break the tension, taking his leather jacket and placing it on the window ledge next to the couch. Y/N kept wiping the dirt and blood off where she could find, a need to help someone as awful as Johnny coming over her.

"Can you not get blood on the couch please? My parents would kill me," Y/N gave a towel to Johnny, the tall boy throwing it over his shoulders.

Mortal enemies? Awful?

"We're not mortal enemies," Y/N took some antiseptic out of the box of medicine, smearing it on a gash on Johnny's knuckles, "I just find you extremely annoying and vulgar. You and your friends just run amok with no sense of conseq-"

"And you and your friends act like a bunch of prudes, acting like you're better than everyone else because you come from money," Johnny winces when Y/N wiped the clean wound, a sharp inhale as she pulled a sharp piece of gravel from his flesh.

"Did you just forget who's helping you from whatever the fuck happened to you?"

Y/N continued to clean the injuries Johnny had acquired, the silence deafening. Biting his lip, he continued to look around her room. A decently sized TV sat on a 5-drawer dresser, the walls looked like they were painted a similar color to her bed. It looked like a normal room, Johnny can't figure out why that surprises him so much.

"I have to grab some gauze, I'll be back," Y/N kept her head down, walking to the bathroom.

Johnny took the chance to explore, although his body felt like collapsing. Looking in a mirror, he saw that the blood, dirt and gravel had vanished from his skin, but his shirt was still covered.

Y/N did a good job of cleaning me up.

He noticed a picture frame next to her bed. Walking over to it, he picked it up for a closer inspection. His eyes scanned the photo, it had to be a few years old as it looks like it was taken on the last day of their high school career. Y/N's uniform jacket was off, another girl had taken it to the side and Taeyong andbJaehy-

Taeyong? Jaehyun?

"I know I keep saying this, but plesse don't get blood on anything," Y/N took the photo from Johnny, placing it back on her nightstand, "I grabbed some of my dad's clothes you can change into."

"How do you know Taeyong and Jaehyun?" Johnny questioned.

"The normal response to someone giving you clothes is thank you," Y/N took Johnny's hand, wrapping up his knuckles in gauze and taping it closed.

"How do you know them?" Johnny stared at Y/N, towering over her like he did everyone else.

"How do you know Hendery?"

"I'm trying to be nice here. Understand you," Johnny threw his hands up in the air, hitting his thigh and wincing.

"Take your shirt off so I can throw these in the wash," Y/N grabbed the towel from the couch, holding her hand and doing her best to dodge the question.

"Are you ashamed of them?" Johnny took his shirt off, what looked like a shoe print on his skin and a gash on his abs.

Abs?

"N-no," Y/N stammered, taking the shirt from Johnny, wrapping it up in the towel and grabbing the first-aid kit, "I just haven't talked to them in a while."

"I know, they hang around me," Johnny chuckled, a slight smile appearing on Y/N's face.

"I should go put these in the washer," Y/N walked to her door, Johnny following behind her, "what are you doing?"

"I've never been in a place like this, when will I get another chance?" Johnny reached for the doorknob, Y/N reaching for his wrist, "I won't get blood on anything."

"I hope so. The blood should be congealed by now," Y/N quietly opened the door, checking down the hallway like a little kid on Christmas night looking for Santa, "ok, let's go."

Y/N tiptoed down the hallway, every step carefully planned while Johnny basically stomped, his footsteps on the shiny wood vibrating throughout the dark corridor.

"Can you be quieter please?" Y/N quietly yelled at the tall boy, "I don't want to get in trou-"

"Y/N, is that you?" Y/N pushed Johnny into a closet, a grown man standing at the landing of the stairs, "what are you doing?"

"I started my period and accidentally bled on my blankets," Y/N kept her body on the closet door, the handle jiggling, "I was going to throw them in the washer."

"Alright," footsteps could be heard retreating, "get to bed soon though, you have a test and an exam tomorrow. Love you."

"Love you, too."

Y/N cautiously opened the door, Johnny pretended to struggle for air as he walked out. Seeing Y/N's face, Johnny put his head down.

Getting to the laundry room, Y/N drenched the shirt in stain remover, an awkward silence falling over to the two. After Y/N put the shirt in the washer, with the few towels and rags she had used, she tended to the gash on Johnny's chest.

"Arms up."

"I was jumped by those SVT guys," Johnny confessed while Y/N placed a patch and wrapped the large gauze around his chest, "3 of them. I'm surprised it wasn't more. That Mingyu dude has a good kick and Church dude has a punch like I've never seen."

Y/N stayed quiet.

"Are you okay?"

"You're the one wounded, I don't think you should be asking me that," Y/N taped the gauze, putting back the first-aid kid back together.

"I'm sorry for what I said earl-"

"Water under the bri-"

"Y/N, what's goin-"

"I'm fine, I promi-"

"Clearly no-" Johnny's voice grew louder in the small room.

"Will you please keep it down?"

"Will you tell me what's wrong? You've been quiet ever since your dad almost caught us," Y/N kept her mouth shut, cleaning up around the room to avoid the question, "Look. I'm trying to be nice here. Will you please tell what's going on?"

"You wouldn't understand, Mr. I do what I want. I had to stop being friends with Jaehyun and Taeyong because they were quote-unquote bad influences," Y/N finally snapped, throwing a shoe at Johnny, narrowly missing the newly dressed wound, "Mr. I get to do what I please and not have to worry about grades or jobs or maintaining relationships where your parents control every aspect of your life."

Johnny tried to talk, but the floodgates had opened, Y/N let everything out, her eyes watering with every syllable.

"You get to go and be free when I have to be like the perfect child for my parents. I can't even go to any functions on campus like the Spring Fling or the Fall Festival because my parents probably signed me up to watch a booth or volunteer at the snack tables. Do you realize how hard it is to be my age, in classes for a degree, and not have a job because my parents don't want me to get one because I'll just marry my dad's friend's son. I don't even like Minho like that and I'm excepted to just fall in love with someo-"

"Breathe. Ok, please just breathe," Johnny noticed Y/N had started shaking, her body trembling, "are you okay if I hug you?"

Y/N nodded. Johnny's long arms tugged her closer, her sobs muffled by his chest.

"Let's get you back to your room."

"But your shirt."

"I'll pick it up later."

Walking back to her room, Johnny helped Y/N to her couch, her head landing on his shoulder. The TV had begun playing infomercials, Johnny's hand rubbing Y/N's arm in an effort to calm her down.

"I know it's hard, but you'll be okay. I went through the same stuff when I was younger. Finally, Doyoung kicked me in the ass and told me to move in with him. I've been on my own since I was 16. My parents were pissed."

Tilting her chin up, Johnny reassured Y/N with a simple smile.

"You know, I've learned more about you in the hour or so you've been bandaging me up than I have in the years we've known each other."

"Is that a bad thing?"

"No, I think it gives me a new understanding about you. Hopefully it's the same vice versa."

"Yeah, you're physically wounded and I'm emotionally drained."

The pair laughed, rain tapping on the window.

"I guess I'm stuck here now."

"The couch folds ou-"

"I was joking. Your parents wouldn't be too happy if they discovered a rebel like me in the princess's room."

"They're out of the house by 7am and they don't check on me, just a call around 8 to make sure I'm up," Y/N unwrapped Johnny's arm from her shoulder, wobbly standing up to grab a blanket from her closet, "worse comes to worse, just run in the closet, it's big enough to hide in."

"Thanks, princess."

"Will you be okay?" Y/N flipped through the channels as Johnny got comfortable on the couch, his jacket acting as a pillow.

"Will you?"

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Into the Unknown

Hey everyone! Hope you all have enjoyed the previous chapter but if you haven’t read it yet, follow the link.

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The sketch above is what Koi would look like and be wearing during her entrance exams. Don’t hate on my squiggles x.x

OC: Koiki Inagaki but likes to be called Koi Hair Color: Dark Navy Blue Eye Color: Orange Quirk: Darkness Solidification and Umbrageous  

It was about 5am when I woke up for my jog with Katsuki. We have been doing this every morning to build our stamina for the entrance exams for the last 10 months. I offered for Izuku to join us but he said he had his own training going on so i respectfully left him to it focusing on my own. Once we did about 10 miles we took a water break. 

“We’re getting better and better each day.” I commented. “Not a surprise. We are more than prepared for the entrance exam.” He agreed as he sipped his water. I couldn’t help but stare at the ground lost in thought. “Hey, why are you frowning?” He asked as he raised a brow in my direction. “What...what if I lose control during the exams?” “Don’t be stupid, you won’t.” “We don’t know that... I mean... this exam will make or break if i become a hero or not. What if...” He grabbed my arm roughly and pulled me into a tight embrace. I hugged back as I sighed taking in his scent. “There is no what ifs. No girlfriend of mine is ever going to fail or lose control. So keep that shit out of your mind.” I sniffled against his chest. It’s moments like this that I treasure Katsuki. He may have rough edges but he always knows how to soften up just enough to comfort me and only me. He pulled us a part and wiped the tear stains away from my face. “Alright enough worrying. Let finish our jog and get back to my place. We have to be at UA for orientation before 9.” I nodded in understanding and we started running back to his place. 

We walked hand in hand to UA freshly showered and dressed in our uniform and on time. I noticed that Izuku was already here and walking in front of us as we got closer to the doors. I picked up my pace dragging Katsuki along much to his annoyance. 

“Outta our way, Deku!” Katsuki called out. Izuku turned and I waved at him. “Don’t stand in front of me. I’ll kill you.” Karsuki threatened as he walked past. I let go of his hand at this point so I can greet my best friend properly. 

“Morning! Let’s do our best.” Izuku stuttered to which my hothead ignored. I sighed. “Don’t worry abut him. How are you this morning? Are you ready?” I asked looking at my Izuku concerned. “Ye..yeah! I’m totally ready and prepared and we are going to do great and.” He said reassuringly as he started to walk away which lead him tripping over himself. I shrieked and threw a shadow below him ready to block his face from hitting the ground when another girl grabbed him as she walked by. 

I watched in aww as he was floating as I released my shadow away. She helped him stand and get grounded. “It’s my quirk. I’m sorry for using it without asking first. But it’s be bad luck if you feel, right?” She apologized. Izuku was lost in a daze and I chuckled. “No worries. Thank you for stepping in!” I thanked her smiling in her direction. “Let’s do our best!” She smiled back and waved as she heading into the building. “Let’s do our best!” Izuku just started muttering in shock and embarrassment as I dragged him into the building. When we got to the auditorium where the orientation was held, we took the two seats that Katsuki was saving next to him. 

We were greeted by Pro Hero Present Mic as he opened up the orientation. I felt bad for him that nobody was reciprocating the level of energy that he was looking for but I wasn’t going to be a fool to do so. I chuckled as I watched as Izuku was gushing over the loud hero. Katsuki told him to shut up which led me elbowing him in the stomach. “Don’t be mean.” I glared at him as he grunted in pain a little bit. 

“After the presentation, you’ll head to the specified battle center, okay?” Present Mic instructed. We took a look at our cards to see which arena we were gonna be in. “In other words, they won’t let you work with your friends, huh?” Katsuki questioned. I looked over to see that he was in arena A. Looking to my other side Izuku was arena B, which left me to see that i was in arena C. “You’re right. Even though our examinee numbers are consecutive, we’re assigned to different battle centers.” Izuku commented in agreement. “Damn, now I can’t crush you.” Katsuki muttered. I sighed annoyed as Izuku sighed in relief. 

A student that was a few rows in front of us stood up to ask a question. He started going on a rant about a misprint on the types of robots we would be facing and the reputation of the school before he turned around to face us. “In addition, you over there with the curly hair...you’ve been muttering this whole time, it’s distracting! If you are here on a pleasure trip, then you should leave immediately!” 

Izuku blushed and apologized as some other students chuckled at his expense. I stood up annoyed. “Mind your business! We’re all overwhelmed with emotions of this exam. If his excitement and knowledge of pro heroes is a minor inconvenience for you that you can’t focus then maybe you should leave.” “I wasn’t speaking to you. Maybe you should not engage in conversation that wasn’t directed towards you. It’s unbecoming for a lady and an embarrassment to your peers.” I was stunned. I was ready to pounce on him as my eyes glowed. Katsuki grabbed me by the waist pulling me back to my seat while Izuku covered my mouth blocking any profanities from escaping.

“Alright, everyone settle down. Examinee Number 7111, thank you for pointing out the extra villain. The fourth type of villain is worth zero points.” We all were confused as he continued to explain and highly recommended that everyone avoided it. “Thank you very much. Please excuse the interruption!” the student bowed and sat back down. “Yeah i bet he’s sorry...asshat.” I muttered annoyed. katsuki chuckled while Izuku patted my shoulder. 

Once we were excused, we were ordered to go change and then meet at our appropriate bus to our designated areas. Once I was changed I made my way to the buses. I saw Izuku off to the side lost in thought for a moment. When I got closer to him i tapped his shoulder. He jumped a little but turned towards me. ‘I just wanted to say I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to go overboard and make a fool out of myself or you.” He blushed. “Oh... it’s ok. Really it is. You’re always looking out for me. I appreciate it.” He reassured. I pulled him into a tight hug. “You’re going to do great.” He sighed and hugged me back tight. “Thanks. You will too.” We let go of each other and went to our designated buses.

 I was getting close to mine when a hand pulled me back causing me to turn and crash my lips against someone else. I blushed heavily as we separated to meet cocky red eyes and a dazzling smirk. “You didn’t think I was going to send you off without a good luck kiss, did you?” I chuckled as I kissed him one more time. “Good luck, Katz.” “Good luck, Koi.” He let me get on my bus and made his way to his. 

Once we were at our designation, I started to do some quick breathing exercises to stay calm. When the doors opened, I ran along with everyone else to start destroying robots. At first it started as a few here and there. I observed that due to the large buildings there were various shadows I could work with. I decided to take advantage and travel through the shadows. As I floated in the darkness of the other world I was able to sense where all my openings were as well as where most robots were. I floated to the highest point of the building and flew out into reality. I created large spears surrounding my arms and sliced right into the head of the robot then forced the energy to slice right down the middle until it wasn’t operating. 

This action caused a few more to head my way. I created a lasso with my shadow to grab the smallest of the robots and all the energy I could muster to toss it into the others which caused them to separate more to take them one by one. I continued on like this until five minutes has passed and I had over 30 points but who even knows if that is enough. I could feel liquid dripping from my nose and to the ground. Damn it. Am i really overdoing it more than I thought? I still have less than five minutes but it feels like this is going on longer than that. I had think what I can do differently to take these things out without passing out. I saw another robot heading towards me as the other students were taking care of their own. I ran towards it using enough shadow to cover my hands like boxing gloves. I’ll have to use more physical energy than mental to finish. This process took longer to take robots down but it did the job. When time was called I had about 53 points racked up. I sighed relieved that this was over. 

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You and I, Me and You [38]

[ CW: Self-harm, suicidal ideation, unhealthy relationship dynamics.]

[Teaser and Master List] [Archives of our Own] (Lost and Found: Chapter 13)

There is no point.

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Akira was slipping.

An evening when all Tariq could tell her to do was watch Zizi’s movements to learn and become better… “Almost, Kira… but you’re twisting your body too much, that’s a tell, you want the strike to be a surprise… you gotta-” He just needed to look at Zizi for her to demonstrate again. They had developed such a keen and natural choreography as the two of them trained Akira together… It was not like that; they were all learning together, just a few days ago. When did it become them teaching her?

Makes sense I guess; they have more experience.

Zizi’s fist flew at the pad Tariq held, missing it deliberately and then landing a quick backhanded strike as she recoiled. The pad took quite the battering, Akira was glad that the suite was soundproof. “-Like that, making the best of the miss…” It was Zizi who completed Tariq’s advice. Akira had learned that Zizi had lost so much, and yet she fought... and fought better than she did. In less literal ways too... -

And a night when she spent hours stammering answers at Nova as she revised for a test, haphazardly. “Alcyone really hates it when trainees are not procedural, so try to structure your answer, it’ll fly better.” Nova’s smile was genuine, she was encouraging as usual. So, Akira tried again, she started by listing the symptoms this time, gnawing at her lower lips as she stared past Nova, trying to recall the epidemiological data for the disease. Nova tried to offer a mooring for the answer. “Maybe start with the physical exam? Alcyone will probably walk you through a case…” “Ok… ok…” Akira took a deep breath and tried again. “Oh, and you can’t stutter… They’ll assume you don’t know…” Nova winced as she spoke this time, almost apologetically. She was just wishing that Alcyone was a more forgiving examiner. All Akira saw was pity. She laughed nervously. Dismissively, she decided to do what she always did… Postpone.  “I guess, I mean, I’m probably just not ready, I’ll just give the test… next round.” “No… Aki. Come on, you always do this, you know your stuff…” Nova’s pleas went unheard. Akira had made her decision. -

A morning that she could not find the will to get out of bed.

Nova had the day off, Zizi had fallen into the day to day humdrum well enough to make breakfast. Akira was not really needed; she did not have to get out of bed. So, she did not. “I’m not hungry, but thanks…” She responded to the knock at her door and heard the rhythmic clink of Zizi’s metal leg as she walked away. Later that day, Akira finally slipped out of her room, quietly. Unfortunately, she ran into Nova and Zizi in the living room. “I’m just… going to go for a walk. Get some snacks… Might go to my room to pick up some things too.” “Ok… but please don’t give up on the test, you still have-” Nova’s insistence was interrupted by the thud of the door. -

It was surprising how little of himself Jared left in her room. And everything was so neat.

She purposely shuffled the neatly tucked covers of her- the bed. The room did not feel like hers anymore, but nor was it his.

He had been living in it for about a fortnight now. She opened her cabinets, largely stocked with BuzzBo and cereal. The refrigerator had some frozen meals. She was not even sure if this was an invasion of privacy or not. The closet doors flew open next. Her hands ruffled through the clothes hung up on the hanger, everything was new. Uniforms, tracksuits… Most things were in threes. Solid colours… Suddenly, she was looking for something and she wasn’t sure what till she found it.

A white t-shirt.

She was not sure what compelled her to do it, but within moments, she stripped to just her underclothes. Akira snatched the cotton tee. It was too soft to be new. She held it up to her face, burying her nose in the fabric, she inhaled deeply. Detergent mostly, but him too. She slipped into it. The hem of the t-shirt kissed the top of her thighs.

Akira was not very sure of why she was doing whatever it was she was doing. Things seemed to be happening around her, her limbs acting out of their own accord.

She sauntered to the bathroom, that still felt like hers… and a little like his.

Her old toothbrush and his snuggled in a cup by the basin. Some of her things peeked from the shelves that sat on either side of the frameless mirror. He had tried neatening them up. Stacking the old dry bottles of nail-polish in one corner and the expired make up in another. It looked like he tried navigating the shelves before giving up and just letting them be, adding his own things somewhere in between.

Just like he finds his little spaces between the mess I am…

Could she really expect him to give her more, give her everything she said she wanted? Could she really handle what she was asking for? Probably not. Maybe it was stupid of her to think that she could be there for him. Maybe he was right in keeping things from her. Maybe not. Maybe he ought to trust her a little bit. Make some more space for himself. Things should feel more... equal. Yet, they didn't. He had a darker past and probably a brighter future, just like Tariq, like Nova too... And Zizi. They had suffered and they were better for it. She did not flick the light on, the only source of illumination was a glazed window for ventilation. She looked at herself in the mirror. It was like a black and white photo. She drew herself closer, leaning over the basin. Peering at the dark-circles and the slight gaunt of her cheeks. The slightly vacant and hollow look in her eyes. Things felt easier once. She felt less burdened, less like a burden too…   She was invincible once. Flawless. Fierce. Bold… Infallible. Heck, she was incorrigible. A fighter. She had her light in the past and maybe that was the problem. Maybe that's why she didn't know how to fight the darkness. ‘you are a…?’ That voice. That stupid voice. “Failure.” The reflection’s lips moved; the word echoed in the bathroom. Akira leaned closer; her left palm joined hands with the girl on the other side of the glass. Lips moved again, forming foreign words that asked for something final. “I’m a failure. I deserve to die. You should kill me.”

Then she saw it.

⅃ƎIꓘƎZƎ

The letters were so angular and sharp. Precise and assured in the way they were etched onto the woman’s forearm. He was still flaunting his existence on her, in her mind.

Akira looked down at her own arm. She lingered on each letter individually. The E started about four-fingers from the crease of her elbow. L ended over the light-green tree of her veins, just under her wrist.

The mirror shattered. She broke it. “You don’t get to tell me who I am!”

A dagger-shaped shard clinked against the basin. Tiny perfect drops of red followed, staining the white ceramic. The ball of her left palm was now bleeding. She did not care. She barely felt it. Slowly, she reached for the piece. Blood fell onto it, and Akira wiped it away. The eyes of the woman who looked back at her, from the red-tinted reflective surface, were dark and stormy. Doubt and pain flickered as the eyelids closed momentarily. Then there was that molten anger again.

She marched into the shower cabinet and sat down on the floor. Like she sat that day, draped in that lab-coat. With a uniform first, and then a suit. Tariq and Jared had been there then… One after another.

But today she was alone. Alone in Jared’s white-tee, which was already sporting a few stains of crimson. She looked down at the god-forsaken name. At that perpendicularly angled letter at her wrist. Then back at the shard… and then just at the wrist, past the scar of the letter. -

Jared’s hair stood on end. He was not expecting someone to already be in the room. He noticed every little change, the covers, the cabinets that were left slightly ajar. The way the seam of his uniform peaked out of the crack between the closet doors, like they had been closed in a hurry. There were no signs of forced entry… But BioHacker trainees did not have too many layers of protections for their rooms, no one typically wanted anything from them. Getting in would not take too much effort.

Did someone come looking for something? If that had truly been the purpose of this intruder’s visit, he was not too worried. There was nothing in the room that was worth taking. This person was not really trying to mask their presence. Yet, there seemed to be no one in the room. Maybe they left? But something set Jared on edge. Something felt off. Then he heard the soft purr of streaming water. Jared was not in uniform, but he did have his army knife. He plucked it out of the drawer and cupped it in his hand, just in case this was an ambush of some sort.

Then it hit him. This was not his room after all. 

“Shira?”

There was no response. He strode into the bathroom earnestly. The broken mirror, the drops of blood. And the silence, except for the water running. The door of the shower cabinet was not entirely closed, he could see some skin. Her ankles and a part of her calves, leaning against the wall on the other side.

And the trails of crimson dissolving into the drain.

“Shira!”

There was no reply again. Why didn’t she answer? Why won’t she…

He could not breathe, and he keeled to the floor. His hands reached for the cabinet door. There was a slew of protest and denial in his thoughts. He didn’t want to open this door… as much as he knew he had to. He slid it open. She sat flattened against the corner. Blood ran down her palm, in a creek, joining the thicker rivulets down her arm. It collected at her elbow, from where it dripped steadily onto the white roughened tile. Repeatedly, the drop fell and dissolved, wispy dregs in the water that swirled.

Her eyes were open and she was alive.

Relief and rage took hold of him in equal measure, he leashed the latter, calling out her name again.

“Shira…”

The drop of soft light glinted off the shard; it danced across the walls and lent a shimmer to the swirling water below. It peeked into his eyes, they looked silvery in its influence. A very shaky hand clutched the piece of the broken mirror. The tip was pressed against her skin. It sat just below the scar of another cigarette burn that he had given her, forced by circumstance.

Perhaps, now that she finally recognized that he was here, she allowed herself to respond with the softest of whimpers. It sounded like an unfocused afterthought. He watched her, but she seemed to be merely looking at him... From a distance that did not really exist between them.

He held out his hand. Her eyes narrowed and the grip she had on the shard suddenly steadied. She pressed the piece deeper into her skin. Her glare had such intensity, he could almost feel the stab of the glass and the warmth of the fresh crimson tears the wound cried. It was like she wanted him to, like this was a threat. He raised his hands.

Why would she do this?

“Shira… Put it down…”

There was a certain revulsion he tasted in the back of his throat. It came hand in hand with that searing pain of concern and helplessness.

“… Please.” “No…”

The voice was so quiet and yet, so resolute. It was her voice, but this was not his Shira… It could not be. Her averted eyes fell back to her lacerated arm. He did not want to spook her into doing something stupid. So, he sat there and followed her gaze, with his heart in his throat. It did not stop him from choking out the question.

“Why are you doing this?” -

No one ever means to make something about themselves. It just happens. It is all one knows.

“Because…” She did not really have an answer. But she had wanted something. This started somewhere, with something, with a goal. But somewhere along the way, she forgot what it was. Somewhere in those moments of making precise cuts in her mind and imprecise jagged lines on her arm… She forgot the why.

And now the blood ran too thickly, for her to see the mangled letters and remember. Now all she knew was that she didn’t want to mar the scar of that cigarette burn.  And that the piece now loitered dangerously close to making a line she knows she should not. To crossing a line she knows she should not.

She looked at him, the soft glow of his face. The black and white of their existence and the silver and red that was held in between.  

“What’s the point?”

She did not want to die. But, she also did not see the point. -

Jared was not really a romantic. But he did love, the best he could. Perhaps, what he did next was very wrong. In that desperate moment, he acted with the coldest, logical instinct - one that was more doused in passion than he would ever want to admit. He reached for the pocket-knife he had stowed away and flicked it open silently. The click drew her attention. She was watching now. There was a lethality to the way she regarded him, from behind the curtain of her drenched tresses. 

Jared didn’t seek to make a mockery of this by copying her gash for gash. He had his own point to make… about the pointlessness. And he got straight to it. He held the knife somewhere above the carved scrawl of her name. He did not wince as he made a small slice of his own. If he made his line, it would strike through her handiwork. Slice through the name he had actually grown accustomed to wearing.

A part of him wanted to. The part that hated this. Hated that she could hold her life, over his. Hated that he was now holding his over hers.

“There isn’t one.” He said. 

Now they sat, staring at the invisible lines that they could make… that they could cross… but did not. Till she recanted, after she noticed her name on his arm. Noticed what she would lose. What they would lose. “I’m sorry… It’s- It’s not what it looks like… Not exactly.” She sounded a little more like his Shira now.

Were there parts of her, he was refusing to see? Were their parts he had refused to make his own? He had refused to give up parts of him to her… Maybe it worked the other way around too… "We should... Talk" "Can we... talk?" She suggested and he asked. They spoke over one another, ending in sync. She dropped the shard. He snapped the knife close. Tags: @lettuceknighted, @quirkykayleetam

[skyechaser]

Silence in Atlas 16/?

Once more, this is a dark take on Volume 7 from a Bumbleby standpoint. It has scenes of graphic violence. If there are any specific trigger warnings I will specify it. 

I really didn’t think I’d be uploading today but found some time (thanks insomnia) to finish the next chapter so I could publish this one. We are moving slowly in the story because there are a lot of aspects I want to cover but I promise things will speed up soon. Thanks so much for the support, guys, it means a lot. Let’s get through this hiatus together jajaja

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After her conversation with Blake’s parents, Yang walked back into the hospital room feeling defeated. She looked around. Nothing had changed. The faunus was still asleep, her face frozen in a permanent frown, the scar on her neck a reminder of her silence. They were alone. The others had gone back to the house to get some rest. They were all tired and still processing what had happened. Qrow, however, stayed in the waiting room, half asleep in an impossibly uncomfortable couch. He wanted to keep an eye on his niece and be there if she or Blake needed anything.

Yang was tired. She hadn't really had any rest in the last eight days and she was starting to feel it. Her body was heavy and her head hurt. She walked towards the bed and was about to sit down on her chair when a voice caught her by surprise.  

“Ms. Xiao Long?” she turned around. It was Doctor Yu. Yang looked at him like it was the first time. Back in the waiting room she hadn’t even seen him as a person, only as a source of information about Blake’s status, so she barely noticed anything about him. Now she took her time. This was the man that was treating Blake and she needed to know if she could trust him. He was supposed to be one of the best doctors in the entire hospital. Yu was young, not much older than she was, his skin was dark and he had long brown hair. His eyes were green and they looked kind. “Were you able to reach Ms. Belladonna’s parents?”

“Yeah” she replied, not feeling ready to actually explain what had happened in the call. She could still recall the sound Kali’s heart made when it broke.

“I expect they won’t be able to get here due to the lockdown” the blonde nodded and a part of her was somehow glad they couldn’t come. If talking on them through the phone had been so excruciatingly painful she could only imagine what seeing them in person was going to be like. She needed time to prepare for that. The doctor looked down for a moment. “I see… There is something we need to discuss. You and Ms. Belladonna are in a relationship, am I right?”.

“Yes”

“Would you follow me to my office, please?” he asked. Yang looked at Blake. She didn’t want to leave her side again. The doctor looked at her and understood. “I think it will be better if we talk about this somewhere else. She needs peace” he added, looking at the bed. Yang felt the worst kind of anticipation.  

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Doctor Yu remained silent. They had entered the office and sat down a while ago but he was yet to say anything. He was looking through some documents and Yang assumed they were Blake’s test results. She didn’t look at the papers, her eyes were fixated on her own hands. She had scratches on her fingers, probably from punching that man back at the mine. Her eyes threatened to go red at the mere thought of his face. He was a piece of trash and he had hurt Blake. Maybe she should have just killed him. Nobody would have known.

Doctor Yu placed the papers in front of him and coughed lightly, capturing her attention. He smiled gently and took a deep breath. He was getting prepared to say something terrible, she could feel it in her bones. Yang braced herself for yet another fall.  

“When Ms. Belladonna arrived here yesterday we ran several tests to determine the extent of her injuries. We will need to talk to her about what happened once she wakes up, but thanks to these exams we have some level of understanding of what happened to her.” he explained. The blonde didn’t like where the conversation was going.

“Is her life in danger?” Yang asked, fearing they had done something to Blake that could actually kill her.

“It is definitely not” he said and she relaxed a little bit. “But there is something you should know”.

“What is it?”

“There is no easy way to say this so I will be as direct as possible, okay?” she nodded. It was better like this. She just wanted to know. “Some of her injuries are consistent with sexual assault. It is not something conclusive, doesn’t seem like it was something that happened more than once and some time passed and well…” he scratched the back of his head. There was never an easy way to say things like this. “This injuries could also be a consequence of the beatings to which she was subjected but we have to consider that maybe...”

“Blake was raped?” the words left her mouth before she processed their meaning. Once they did she could hear them in her head over and over again. Her own voice turned into a stranger as she tried to grasp what the doctor had just said. A possibility, he called it. Her mind started working on its own and she couldn’t control her own rage from drawing all sorts of conclusions. If it had actually happened, was it in the mine? Was it in The Traders hideout? Who had done it? Who did she have to kill?

Her eyes went red.

“Like I said, Ms. Xiao Long we have no way of being sure right now. Still, I think it is an scenario we should consider. Her recovery is going to take a long time and I don’t mean just her physical health”.

“I know” she replied. “I saw the place where they had her”. He could only imagine what she meant and it made him shiver.

“I will do my best to help Ms. Belladonna. It is my promise as her main doctor.” he said, looking the young woman in the eyes. He had noticed they changed color when she was upset. Yu felt really bad about everything that was happening. All of the faunus that had been brought back from Staub were in terrible conditions and would need extensive medical care. However, it was clear to him that their captors had been especially violent towards Blake. He was going to help, even if several doctors in the hospital were refusing to do so. He was no fucking racist. He cared for life.

“Ok” she said she stood up. “Thanks, doctor”

Yang walked out of the office without even hearing if the man replied to her. Her mind was going so fast she couldn’t even understand her own thoughts. This was too much. She had remained calm for so long. She had done her best not to lose her grip but right now she just wanted to burst. She needed to hit someone. She needed to fight. She needed to do something with the rage that was building up inside her of she would explode. Yang left the hospital and started walking with no real direction. She had to breathe. She had to calm down. She was walking fast, her eyes red and her hands turned into fists and she could taste blood in her mouth as she bit hard on the inside of her cheeks.

“Hey, blondie” a voice called and it brought her back to reality. She was in a dark alley and there were two men looking at her. How far away from the hospital had she walked? This seemed like a completely different part of the city.

“Why are you so mad?” one of them asked laughing. Yang didn’t stop to think and just punched him in the face. She was far beyond mantras. She was beyond breathing. She just wanted blood.

“What the fuck is wrong with you?” the man yelped as he held his bloody nose. She looked at him and felt relief in his pain.

“You are in trouble” the other one threatened as he swung at her. She evaded it and kicked him in the stomach. The man fell to the ground, coughing and trying to catch his breath. She stood there and watched them, hoping they would try to attack her again. They didn’t.

“You are fucking crazy, bitch” the man she had punched in the face spat at her. He took his friend’s hand, pulling him from the ground. Without breaking eye contact with her they started backing away slowly. Yang took a single step towards them and that was all it took. Both men turned around and started running.

She was left there, alone in the darkness of an empty alley. She punched the brick wall in front of her with her left hand. Once. Twice... She hit it until she could no longer sense anything else but pain and, even then, she kept it up. Yang could feel the bones in her hand breaking but it didn’t matter. She needed to get all of the anger out of her before it killed her or before she killed someone else. When she finally stopped she could see her own blood dripping down the bricks. Her eyes went back to lilac and she fell to her knees.

She should have walked back to the house with her.

[sokaiweek]

Recovery (Aka Training together) Sokai Week Day 2

(Day 2)

Sora hissed as he sat up in bed.

Looking down at his arm, the bandages were still secure from his elbow up to his wrist. It had been a solid week since he escaped from Shibuya with Riku, and only four days since he woke up from the ensuing coma he succumb to after him, Riku, Kairi, Donald, and Goofy had fought him off. Fought him off, more like got bored with. he thought dryly as he cradled his still healing arm. When he finally woke up to Kairi sleeping in a chair next to him in Radiant Garden, where he had found out just how serious in injuries were. The cut on his wrist was deep but thankfully hadn’t been infected with anything, he had two broken ribs which were tapped, a concussion that hopefully was gone by now, the tendons in his legs were twisted, there were burns on his back and bruises littering his body, and he had trouble hearing out of his left ear.

And that was just the physical damage, his magic reserved where bone dry and would take at least a month or so until they were replenished. The abilities that he learned where still there thankfully, unlike after his failed Mark of Mastery exam, but due to his physical limitations he couldn’t use them or maintain proper training. His stamina also took a major hit, his days in and out of consciousness had left him weak, he felt like a Shadow could take him out again.

It was one thing when he had been depowered before, the mark of mastery was a trap that no one saw coming, and from what he understood his year long slumber was so he would remember all his friends again. But this time…..it felt different, it wasn’t something beyond his control this time. Shaking those thoughts aside, Sora lifted his legs over the side of the bed, he tried putting his weight forward but his ribs spiked with pain. “Angh!” he grunted out covering his ribs with his good arm. He heard a muffled sound out his ear, but he paid it no mind and focused on nursing his ribs.

He wished a high powered Curaga would take care of these injuries but apparently all that did was alleviate his pain for a while. Arieth told him that his injuries would take time to heal, that magic can only do so much. The spikey haired brunette let out a tired sigh, he was improving but it was terribly slow going. A muffled voice made his head snap over to the door to his temporary room, in the doorway stood Kairi looking at him with concern, “Are you ok?” she asked, her voice less muffled now that Sora was aware of her.

He looked down at his feet, he wasn’t ok, he was far from ok. “I’m…” he pursed his lips together, unable to find the right words. Kairi didn’t need to hear them, she carried herself over to his bed and sat herself down beside him carefully, her hand reached out to his and interlocked their fingers together. The action instantly calming Sora’s frustration, “I’m sorry if I woke you up.” he apologized, daring to look over at her.

Yet Kairi smiled at him, she smiled in a way that made Sora’s chest ache in the best way, “Don’t be sorry…..and you didn’t wake me up. I couldn’t sleep.” she explained, her other hand reaching over and clasping her other hand over the one she held.

Sora took notice of her apparel, she was still wearing her evening clothes, a pair of grey sweatpants and a violet tee shirt. It was…..odd seeing her in something so casual, so normal. “I got used to getting up early. When Donald, Goofy and I were looking for you, I would wake up as soon as I can, rag them out of bed too, and get searching…..but all we ended up doing was-“

“That wasn’t your fault.” Sora interrupted calmly, “We’ve all just been…..pawns in a game. We didn’t realize it.” he said sagely, surprising the redhead with his somber tone. Sora had always been a constant ball of positive energy, the biggest optimist she’s ever known……but after Shibuya, or whatever the world’s name that Riku had told her, that bright ball had lessened it’s glow.

Her smile faltered from his empty voice, her hand left his hand reached up to the side of his face, gently turning his face to her’s. A year ago she wouldn’t be so bold as to even think of doing such a gesture, back then it might have been a little too intimate for two friends…..but that was then. That was before she realized the stakes, before she had offered to share a paopu fruit with him and seal their destinies together forever, before the Keyblade war. Before they all lost him……before she lost her Sora for six months.

Her eyes stared into his, he glanced over at her hand and his lip curved downward before reaching his wounded arm up to touch her’s but only making it halfway before the pain made him hiss out and drop it. The act made her heart clench, Sora was the strongest person she had ever met, perhaps not in the literal sense but he always seemed so……powerful to her. He was the deciding factor in the Keybalde War, if not for him then they would have lost a dozen times over. It was a fact, something that the others seemed to share.

Even when he came back, battered and beaten he fought alongside her like the wounds where nothing. But now he seemed so…..frail.

And he didn’t like it, she could see that.

“You’ll be ok Sora.” she assured, his eyes snapping back into her’s. She smiled as she recalled hearing from Merlin about his progress during her training, even after being sapped of his powers he came back stronger than ever. “It might take a while but…..I have no doubt that you’ll be back to your old self before you know it.” she guaranteed.

Sora briefly smiled, moved by how she believed in him…..but it quickly faltered, “Kairi….I can’t even hold my Keyblade right now.” he said, looking down at his bandaged arm. He hadn’t healed enough to regain his full range of motion for it, and even then he could barely hold a half glass of water without straining. “I know you believe in me…….and that means so much to me.” he enforced. “But…..I’m useless….”

Kairi looked at Sora in utter disbelief. Him? Useless!?!?!

“You are not useless.” she stated firmly, “Sora look at everything you’ve done! You’ve saved the worlds how many times? You beat every single Organization member almost by yourself, we won because of you-“

“And everyone died……including you.” he interrupted harshly, his look of anger retreated back and was immediately replaced with regret, “I-I’m sorry I didn’t-“

Kairi shook her head slowly, “No….Sora it’s ok….” she said softly, the fearful look in Sora’s eyes making it click for her. Sora had suffered physically from their battle from the Master of Masters, but not once had any of them considered what the mental toll on him had been from the Keyblade war. He saw each and every one of them die right in front of him, even though she herself hadn’t faded during the Demon Wave, Sora watched her be struck down right before his eyes…..and wasn’t able to do anything.

Her hands reached for his, “Sora…..do you want to go for a walk?” she asked.

The teen looked down at his legs, he wasn’t crippled by any means but he only started taking steps on his own two days ago. And he couldn’t go very fast, or very far. “I…..I don’t want to slow you down.” he answered bashfully.

Kairi smiled at him, “I don’t care…..I just want to spend some time with you.” she replied truthfully. Her smile only broadened when she saw the way his face turned red, she was forward about her feelings now, after spending so long dancing around them with him and nearly losing him? She refused to skirt around her feelings for him.

“I….um….might need….help…getting up.” he embarrassingly admitted. Kairi stood from the bed and walked in front of him, with a powerful pull he didn’t expect from her he was on his feet with no trouble. “Oh….ok.”

She smirked up at him, “Swinging a Keyblade around is good for the arms.” she explained, holding her arm out and flexing it proudly, Sora could make out a defined shape in her skin. Taking his hand in her’s, she let Sora take the lead and set their pace. One foot in front of the other, their speed was admittedly a snail’s pace through the house of the Restoration Committee, by the time they made it out the front door, Sora’s legs were aching. Kairi could tell as much from how his hand was squeezing her’s, “Here’s a nice spot.” she offered, gesturing to the bench right outside the house.

Reluctantly, Sora sat down in a huff. Kairi took her seat next to him as Sora looked down at his feet in disappointment. “I’m sorry.” he apologized. “I’m just….” he was about to say useless again but remembering Kairi’s reaction from earlier, he stopped himself.

She shook her head, “Sora, it’s ok to be frustrated.” she assured, the brunette looking at her with surprise as she looked down at her own hand. “When you disappeared…..I blamed everyone….I blamed Riku for letting you go after me, but that didn’t last long. He missed you just as much as I did…..and I can never stay mad at him.” she added with a smirk. “I blamed King Micky for the same reason, I…..I still blame Yen Sid for not telling you more about the Power of Waking. And…..other things.” she said bitterly, surprising Sora. “But out of everyone…..I blamed myself the most….I thought that if I had been better, if I had been stronger, then you never would have been put in that position in the first place.” she explained.

The logic was sound to her at first, if she hadn’t been captured she wouldn’t have been killed, she wouldn’t have been killed, Sora would still be there……except for one simple fact. “But I realized….it didn’t matter, if it wasn’t me that fell then it would have been someone else…..and I know you would have gone to save them as much as you would me.” she said knowingly. She glanced over at Sora, the teen had a look of guilt over his face, “That’s not a bad thing!” she quickly added, “That’s one of the best things about you Sora, you care for everyone.”

The island boy smiled at her praise, “I mean yeah, they’re all my friends…..but your……your special Kairi.” he admitted unashamed.

Kairi felt her face warm up, “My point is…I was in a bad mindset for a while…..but the way I got out of it was just…..taking a small step forward each day.” she said, her hand gesturing to him. “You couldn’t get out of bed five days ago, today you made it all the way through the house out here!” she said enthusiastically. Her hand rested on his knee, “It’s going to take some time…..but you’ll be ok Sora….I know it.”

Her faith in him was unwavering, and Sora honestly didn’t think he deserved it but she still gave it too him. One step forward….he could do that. “Kairi…..thank you.” he said gratefully, the redhead beaming back at him as she scooted herself closer to his side, her head gently laid down on his shoulder as not to hurt him. “I…..I missed you…..so much….”

“I missed you too.” she replied dreamily, shutting her eyes and listening to his breathing soothingly. Looking down at her resting form, Sora’s throat dried at how beautiful she looked. There was a long time that he wouldn’t use that word to describe her, not that he thought she wasn’t pretty before but now he could think it without being embarrassed. Lifting his bandaged arm, he wrapped it around her hack, making her eyes open as he embraced her with his one arm. Looking over she smiled softly at him, her face leaned in close to his, her soft lips pressing against his wounded cheek.

Pulling away she nearly laughed when she slowly saw Sora’s face turn crimson, One step at a time. Physically, Mentally, and…..romantically.

[crowkingwrites]

Username: InfernalHeir

Pairing: Ramsay Bolton X Reader

For this one, I decided to combine two fic requests.

Words: 3474  // Ao3 Link //Game of Thrones Masterlist

You pressed ‘post’ on your most recent blogpost detailing yet another day in the thoughts of your mind. Of course, not many people would read about another female college student, but you had your followers. Some were your friends who enjoyed your writing, others were book nerds, but you loved them all.

One person would always comment and like your posts, but you never knew who. You asked your friends, but all of them claimed it wasn’t them. You clicked on the profile only to learn that this user had no posts of their own. Only their username: InfernalHeir.

Some days the user bothered you. Asking personal questions you’d rather not answer. Other times InfernalHeir would be sweet. Complimenting your writing, intelligence, and kindness. Still, you’d wondered who it was.

*Ding! Ding!*

A notification on your phone went off, and there it was. ‘InfernalHeir has liked your post’. You shrugged it off and turned in for the night. You had an early exam in the morning in American Western History. Some students preferred to stay up late, but you enjoyed your early bedtime. You curled up with another book and a cup of warm tea.

The next morning, you walked out of your first class feeling slightly defeated. A fast-talking, excited blonde walked alongside you.

“Can you believe that? Another Disney Channel star going into rehab,” she shook her head and stared at her phone. “That’s sad. That says something about Disney. Geez. What do you wanna do for lunch?”

“Gabe?” you replied.

“Oh right! Gabe! I almost forgot,” she said. “This is why I have you. I swear to god I wouldn’t survive without you. I’ll text Gabe back. Think he’ll meet us in the dining hall?”

Hillary was the type of friend who went out and partied every weekend. She was also the friend who had too many friends on facebook. Most people envied you for being her very best friend. Hillary stuck to you like Shaggy stuck to sandwiches. She was your only true friend, and you loved her dearly.

“So, Gabe texted us back. He’s down with the dining hall. But, he’s not alone. He’s got people with him. Including Tony,” Hillary wiggled her eyebrows. Your face started to turn red. You tried to hide yourself in your books. “You gotta talk to him!”

“I don’t know,” your voice trailed off.

“Oh come on! He totally likes you!” Hillary kept talking. “And you guys would be such a cute couple! Seriously! Like think of every bookish, quiet girl, right? And then think about like every athletic dude, right? Like you guys are Hollywood-movie-dream couple, ok? You have to talk to him!”

“You really think he likes me?” you said with a little bit of confidence.

“Honey! It’s so obvi!” Hillary threw her hands in the air. “He smiles at you all the time. He always likes your pics on Instagram. Like do you need any other sign?”

You smiled to yourself as you both walked through the doors of the dining hall. You saw Gabe from a mile away. His purple afro stood out against everyone else in the room. He wore a shirt stained with all different colors of paint. The college basketball team surrounded him and Tony. Tony stuffed his mouth full of spaghetti and meatballs.

“Gabe!” Hillary shouted out. A smile came to Gabe’s face.

“There’s my big girl! What’s up, mama?!” Gabe laughed and embraced Hillary. She giggled.

“You gotta stop callin’ me mama!”

“I’ll stop calling you mama when you stop cookin’ like my Mama, alright?” Gabe flirted with her. “What’s up, Y/N?”

You smiled and nodded at Gabe. Hillary tried to drg you to parties all of the time. She simply couldn’t understand why you hated people. People were great! Gabe would stick up for you when you ran out of excuses for Hillary. He knew you were only just shy. Gabe nodded back at you.

“Y/N!” Tony shouted for you. He patted a seat next to him. You glanced back at Hillary who pushed you Tony’s way. You happily took your seat next to him. Tony smelled of the woods at midday and apples baking into a pie. Every time you sat close to him, you wished you could give him a long hug.

“Hi,” you managed to say.

“Hey you,” Tony nudged you. “How are you today?” You felt butterflies in your tummy. Their wings tickled your insides. It brought a big smile to your face.

“I’m good,” you smiled.

“Good. Good,” Tony nodded, smiling back. Every day it was like this. A smile here. A question there. Your shyness prevented you from doing any actual talking to Tony. He made you nervous. If you messed up in front of him, you’d fear you would never show your face in front of him again. Days like this made you feel helpless in every sense.

You started to write your daily blog post for the night. A familiar song came on your Spotify, and you smiled because the timing was too perfect.

Hi everyone!

I can’t help myself anymore. If I don’t put this into writing, I might explode! There’s this guy I can’t stop thinking about. He’s tall and sweet and every time I see him I wanna just collapse into his arms and never leave. I feel so ~helpless~ (Ah! AH! Hamilton reference anyone??) And its sooooooooooooooooooo perfect that Taylor Swift started to play. Now, I’m listening to You Belong With Me, and fuck! These feels guys!! I really think we belong together so much. Its just I cant fucking talk to him. Ughhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh kill me.

If anyone out there can tell the girls who reads too much how to actually flirt with another dude please help.

You pressed ‘post’ and your thoughts went live to the Internet. It wasn’t long after until you started to get comments from people.

LilyRose29: Try talking about movies! Guys always have movies they wanna talk about.

Potterhead4Ever: Slide into his Dmsssssss

HilsBils: I swear to God!!!!!!!!!! If you don’t talk to tomorrow I’m telling on you.

You chuckled at Hillary’s comment. She loved drama and you bet she wasn’t kidding either. You made a mental note that Hillary would put you and Tony together somehow and force you to say something other than ‘I’m good’. You refreshed the page to find a new comment at the bottom.

InfernalHeir: If he’s jock, he only wants to fuck you and leave you. He doesn’t deserve you.

Your stomach turned a bit at the hateful comment. It was comments like this that made you wonder who the frick this user was. They will say awful things like this, but then compliment you as if you were some perfect coffee shop girl au. You hated it, but it made you think. Tony was on the college basketball team. He was a jock, and they had a certain reputation.

The next day, you took a trip to the bookstore. Every Saturday, you slowly wandered around a bookstore and let yourself drink in the different worlds and discoveries and lives and deaths of everything and everyone. It was your time to yourself and you loved every second of it. You let your coffee warm your hands as you skimmed through cooking books.

You heard a book drop nearby and you jerked your head around to see. Picking up the book was a familiar face. His messy brown hair and startling stare stuck out. Ramsay Bolton. Hillary told you some odd things about him. How he would talk about himself, yet no one seemed to know anything concrete about him. How rich his family was. Hillary had secretly confessed that she thought he would shoot up the place if anyone ever said ‘no’ to him.

He looked your way as he picked up the book, and stayed there when the book returned to the shelf. Ramsay didn’t move. Feeling something off, you left the bookstore early.

The next week was filled with even more butterflies from Tony. Both of you texted back and forth. Mostly gifs and memes, but you texted him. He even studied with you! It wasn’t until Friday when you and Tony were left alone at a party when he asked you out. You immediately squealed and told the Internet what happened. You felt like your heart beat a thousand times over. Saturday came again, and you did your ritual.

The bookstore smelled of candles burning and musty air. It made you wonder if anyone has made a candle that smelled of old books yet. You bumped into someone in front of you. Before you could mumble your apology, you noticed the same blue eyes from the Saturday before.

“Good morning, Y/N,” Ramsay said. His intense stare caught you frozen. “What do you have there?”

“Two books,” you said quickly. You glanced at the exit. It wasn’t too far.

“About what?” Ramsay tried to get a closer look by coming closer to you.

“Nothing important,” you darted towards the door before e could say anything else. Of course, you told Hillary the whole thing.

“No way!” she said, pinning her hair up from tonight’s party. “You gotta stay away from him. He gives me the creeps.”

Tony held your hand at the party, but he didn’t ask you to dance. Both of you were in agreement that you were both bad dancers.

“Hey, uh, can I get you a drink?” he asked you. You nodded enthusiastically. When Tony left you sitting by yourself, someone else took his spot.

“Is he bothering you?” Ramsay asked. Shocked that he was here at the party, you cowered away from him. He got closer to you. “I mean it. Is he bothering you?”

“No,” you said. You looked away from him, hoping he would leave.

“You can tell me.” Ramsay didn’t take the physical hint from you. “I can make him leave if you want me to.”

“Hey!” you both heard. Tony held two drinks in his hand and glared at Ramsay. “The fuck you doing?”

Ramsay stood up slowly. You watched them stare each other down until Ramsay slowly walked away from you. You took the drink from Tony as he walked you away into a more private space.

“You good? Did he bother you?” Tony asked you. His eyebrows knitted while he waited for your response.

“Yeah. I don’t really like him,” you told him in confidence.

“Yeah. No one does,” Tony continued. “You tell me if he bother you again, ok? I got you, babygirl.” You smiled at his new nickname for you. Babygirl. You repeated it in your head over and over. When you logged into your blog again, you found a private message.

InfernalHeir: you've got a smile that could light up this whole town // I know you better then that Hey what you doing with a boy like that.

You closed your laptop as you mouthed some curse words. Lyrics from You Belong With Me. Who was InfernalHeir and how did they know you and Tony were together tonight?

You tried not to put any energy into the idea. Or anything that InfernalHeir did, but this was getting personal. You sat in the library with Tony. Each of you worked on your own essay. Well, at least you did. Tony scrolled from meme to meme to meme. You typed away on a paper until you got an airdrop notification.

‘Item from “InfernalHeir”

You opened it up to see another set of lyrics from Taylor Swift’s song. Along with a more personal message.

I know your favorite songs And you tell me about your dreams I think I know where you belong I think I know it's with me

Think Tony knows you? He doesn’t know you like I do.

InfernalHeir knew who Tony was. You looked around the library and saw other students just studying or pretending to study like Tony was. You slammed your laptop and started to pack your things.

“Hey, hey, hey! What’s wrong, babygirl?” Tony asked, slowing you down. You bit your lip.

“You’re gonna think its stupid.” You responded to him. You didn’t like feeling vulnerable like this.

“Try me,” Tony said. You told him the story of InfernalHeir and their comments, including the most recent one now. Tony hugged you tight.

“I’m so sorry,” he said. “That’s messed up. That’s really messed up. There’s no way you have enemies. You’re too quiet for that. Can you think of anyone who doesn’t like you?”

You shook your head. You had very limited friends. You wouldn’t do or say anything too terrible about anybody. Tony assured you it was only some internet troll who got off on doing stuff like this to people. Both of you decided to do dinner by yourselves, leaving the usual friend group behind.

Tony and you giggled and flirted in each other’s company at a 50’s themed diner. You shared a cookies and cream milkshake as you threw fries at one another. He held your hand more and escorted you back to his car where both of you saw his front tire punctured and flatted. A quickly written note was attached to the knife in the tire.

“Memorizing you is as easy as knowing all the words to your old favorite song.”

“Oh fuck no!” Tony became livid. “This is enough. This is seriously fucking enough. This dude is done.”

“Wait, how do you know it’s a guy?” you asked.

“Oh, I bet I fucking know which one too,” Tony scrolled through his phone. You wanted to ask tony what he meant, but you heard Gabe on the other end of the line. Each of them cussed and revved each other up. Next thing you knew, Tony threw back two vodka shots before getting into a car with Gabe and their drug dealer.

“What’s going on?” you asked, more worried than ever. “What did you mean you knew who InfernalHeir was?”

“Hey, don’t worry babygirl,” Tony winked. “He won’t be bothering you anymore after this. I promise.” His warm lips collided with yours and you felt the world melting slowly away like your favorite candle. The car sped away and you silently hoped everything was OK.

The weekend passed without anything from Tony or InfernalHeir. It bothered you, but it also brought you relief. You laughed to yourself remembering a certain wizard’s words: ‘You’re gonna suffer, but you’re gonna be happy about it.’ Ronald Weasley’s words couldn’t be truer. You paced in your room Monday night. You texted Tony and posted another blog post and waited to see who would respond first.

You stared at your computer for a while until you heard your phone text song go off. You felt a sense of relief. You knew tony would text you back. He was right. InfernalHeir wouldn’t bother you again. You unlocked your phone and saw that the newest text was not sent from Tony.

Unknown: You didn’t think it would be that easy to be rid of me, did you?

A dreadful feeling settled in your heart. You knew it was InfernalHeir. It had to be. You turned off your phone and fell asleep. Tomorrow was a new day. Nothing to worry about. Tomorrow would be fine.

First, you heard Tony was in the hospital. Then, Gabe refusing to tell Hillary where he was last Saturday. More unknown texts were sent to your phone.

You belong with me. You belong with me. You belong with me. You belong with me. You belong with me. You belong with me. You belong with me. You belong with me. You belong with me. You belong with me. You belong with me. You belong with me. You belong with me. You belong with me. You belong with me. You belong with me. You belong with me. You belong with me.

It made your stomach turn. You started to feel trapped. You hadn’t made a single post in three days. Your irl friends understood why. Internet fans asked if you were okay.

Potterhead4Ever: are you okay?

CaptainCronch: Sending good vibes and hugs!

But, someone else texted your phone. The one person that kept on terrorizing you. You saw the unknown number and their text.

Why did you stop posting? Was it something I did?

The anger built up in you like nothing else. You weren’t the type that was easy to anger, but you had enough. Your fingers typed faster than they ever did before. You could feel color rushing your face as you pressed send to InfernalHeir. He responded back immediately.

Unknown: What if we meet? I can explain everything.

You: Why should I give you that chance?

Unknown: Because I love you.

The four words shocked you. It chilled the room and made your heart beat faster than it ever did before. No one ever told you that. You never had a boyfriend. You’ve kissed boys, but never a boyfriend. Your thumbs hovered over your keyboard. Your head seemed like television static. Everything was fuzzy and not a single coherent thought was there. Luckily for you, InfernalHeir texted you first.

Unknown: Please say yes. I don’t want to do anything bad to you. If you don’t say yes, I’m gonna have to resort to desperate measures. Please don’t make me go that far. Look outside. I left you something.

You dropped your phone on your bed. You slowly made your way to the door and opened it. The creaking noises disturbed the stillness of the college dorm room corridor. On your door, there was a single rose. The thorns were not removed and another note was attached to it. In a quick scrawl of handwriting, you read the note.

Every single day Every word you say Every game you play Every night you stay I'll be watching you

You must have been fucking crazy. You considered putting yourself into therapy as you passed the psychology section in the bookstore. It was the only place that made you feel safe enough to meet someone here. Hillary texted you that she and Gabe got into another fight. She wondered what you knew about that particular Saturday night. As much as you wanted to tell your best friend the truth, you had to find a way to cover for Gabe.

You: I promise you he wasn’t with any girls. Him and the guys did something. It had nothing to do with girls.

When you looked up from your phone, you saw Ramsay Bolton approaching you. You felt your heart racing as if your body was telling you to run. He closed the space between you.

“Hello there, babygirl,” he smiled at you. You looked past him.

“Not now, please. I’m meeting someone here,” you said. Ramsay tucked his finger beneath your chin and moved your attention to him.

“I know.” He said. The sudden realization hit you hard.

“You’re InfernalHeir?” you asked. He nodded with a smirk.

“I am.”

You felt your anger and confusion bubbling up inside of you. You wanted to take your nails and scratch his face out. You wanted to ask him why. You wanted to hug him for all of the kind things he would say about you. You wanted to slap him.

“Why?” was all that came out of you. “Why me?”

“I have done some awful things to your boyfriend and you ask me why?”

“He’s not my boyfriend,” you said. Ramsay cocked his eyebrow.

“Oh,” he reacted with a smile on his face. “Tony’s not your boyfriend.”

“No.”

“But you do want one though.”

“What?”

“I’ve read all your posts. Your thoughts. Your dreams. Your silly little heart wants someone to love. My silly little heart wants yours.”

“You think I want you?” Your anger took over your mind. “After everything you’ve said? After everything you’ve done? Tony’s in the hospital!”

“And to think he did that for a girl who doesn’t consider him to be her boyfriend,” Ramsay smirked. He backed you into the wall. His arm blocked you from the exit door. “I’ve heard your cries for love. I can answer them. I can cherish you and love you for all of my days.”

“And if I don’t let you?”

“Then, I’ll take you if I have to. I won’t let anyone else have you. I can’t let that happen, babygirl,” Ramsay’s smile cut you more than it calmed you. Ramsay tilted your head up as his lips brushed yours. You felt something inside of you burn. You moved along with the kiss and deepened it. Ramsay’s passion met yours as he held you there. His fingers entangled in your hair. When Ramsay finally broke the kiss, he took a breath and his eyes dilated when he looked ta you again. “I love you so much. Don’t make me hurt you.”

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At the Edge of Change

Supernatural, Casbriel, Warnings - Fluff Second part of At the Edge of Time

Long Story Masterlist, One Shot Masterlist

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“I want to be a lawyer.”

Gabriel and Castiel looked at the nephil like he had grown another head.

“I’m sorry, what?”

“I… I want to be a lawyer. I have been travelling throughout the world for years now and I have done as much good as I can killing monsters but there’s so much we could do to improve the lives of every human being in the world if we helped rewrite the laws they work with… I just have to give it a try.”

“Jack, we’re celestial beings, we shouldn’t interfere with the human world that way.”

“No uncle Gabriel, you are celestial beings. But I am half a celestial being. Don’t you get it? The only reason I had stayed on the side killing monsters was because they were supernatural beings like I am. But I had been looking at it the other way around and I’ve realized that I have to work as a human too.” 

Castiel thought with fondness how Jack’s smile was still as bright as it had been when he had first met him. He was surprised at how he had been able to keep that core belief in humankind’s goodness, just as much as Sam had once.

“Well then, you’d better find out how to get some fake papers. Nobody’s gonna believe you’re over sixty years old.” 

Gabriel turned to Castiel with a shocked look while Jack beamed at him.

“Are you kidding me!? He’s the most powerful being in the world, can create whatever he wants from scratch, even angels, and you’re gonna let him throw himself at the eternally mundane and boring doom of a career in Law?”

“Jack is right Gabriel, he has to live as a human if he wants to understand how they work and how to help them best. The life of a hunter is a kind of way to live as a human but it’s not the norm. Millions of people walk around the earth never encountering themselves with an ounce of weird.”

Gabriel was stunned, he motioned to answer back but whatever it was he wanted to convey against the idea he realized that neither Castiel or Jack were going to be convinced by his points. He finally groaned and threw his hands.

“Whatever, do what you want. If your dad says you can then who am I to stop it.”

Jack looked at him for a second and turned serious.

“Uncle Gabriel, you are part of my family, of course I care about what you think.”

Gabriel looked at Jack stunned before flushing and looking aside.

“W...well I think it’s stupid but if you really want to I guess it’s ok…”

Gabriel approached Jack and placed his hands over his shoulders, he sighed a bit sad.

“And I know that your father would have been proud.”

Jack’s eyes trembled for a second before he smiled widely.

“But I’ll only be completely okay with it as long as you apply to Stanford.”

Castiel sniffed a bit. When he felt like he couldn’t love Gabriel more, he proved him that there was always something else that made him the best in the world. They bid Jack goodbye and asked him to contact them in case he needed anything. Gabriel had proposed to just snap his fingers to provide Jack with his papers and a bank account but he had said he could do it. Still Gabriel kept counting the days until the nephil gave in and called them for something. There was so much to deal with when it came to setting his existence as a normal human being in order. Birth records, school documents, bank histories. Gabriel’s head was hurting just by thinking of all of that but to his surprise the only moment they received a call was when Jack had received the date of his entrance exam. Maybe he was still seeing Jack as a child.

The next day, Jack appeared at the throne room with two boxes literally filled with books. The highschool papers he had were forged so he had not had to study up until that point. It was quite a funny sight to look at Gabriel and Castiel sitting on the floor writing down notes on some heavenly issues while their son hoarded the desk. Right now he was being schooled on History by Zepheruel.

“Okay but why I cannot write down what really happened to Cleopatra then?”

“You have to understand Jack, that we know what really happened because we were there to watch. That has always been our job. But humans do not have this insight. They have to look at the vestiges of the past and make conjectures on what really happened. Which is why you have to remember what’s on the book and work with that, otherwise you’ll get bad grades because you did not adhere to the knowledge they hold.”

“Even when that knowledge is wrong?”

“In History, there’s nothing much you can do unless you’re able to bring evidence of an event unfurling in a different way.”

“Very much like a trial.” Chimed in Gabriel, who was leaning against the couch, legs sprawled in front of him and a couple of notes scattered around him.

Poor Jack was having the worst of headaches with that. Fortunately for him, Math had been completely straightforward and he had loved that. You simply had to follow the formula to get the right answer. Castiel helped him when he got stuck at Literature and, to everyone’s shock, Gabriel pretty much gave him a master class on Physics and Chemistry.

“How are you able to demonstrate how each law works so well?” Asked Castiel awed at his partner. For him, and probably for all the other angels, the laws of movement were an inherent knowledge. They worked with them on instinct so it was extremely hard to explain them to anyone. 

The rest of the angels were just as awed as Castiel, Gabriel had started his lecture only with Jack and Castiel as attendants but eventually more angels arrived with other errands in mind but ultimately stayed due to the simple fact that they were witnessing an archangel imparting the understandings of god’s laws.

Gabriel snickered at Castiel. “Probably one of the few perks of arriving early to the party.” He winked playfully at him.

“Neither Michael or Raphael ever bothered to explain us any of that...” Said Haruel still impressed by all that had been taught.

“Yeah, that might not have been really high on their priorities.” Gabriel sighed and then looked at everyone. “Alright people, that’s it for today! Jack needs to rest to absorb everything he has learned so far. If you need anything with me I’ll be back in six hours.” 

With the makeshift class dispersed, Gabriel and Castiel helped Jack order his notes and sent him to his room. Once he was settled there Castiel sighed and walked towards their room, knowing perfectly well that those six hours Gabriel had imparted were meant to be shared only with each other.

“I really can’t believe that Jack is going to Stanford.”

“As long as he passes the exam that is.” Smirked Gabriel, following lightly Castiel’s path. 

A month passed and Jack presented his exam. He was extremely nervous. That day they all sat at a diner near the University when it all finished. Poor Jack looking just as spent as the day he had gone reckless and decided to create twenty angels at the same time.

He rambled on about the questions and the time he had been given for each of them and how he had totally forgotten everything about over half of the American presidents because he never really thought that it would be important to know about them even when they were on American land. Gabriel laughed heartily at this “Yeah, they get conceited like that.” was all he said about it.

Later on that day, they left Jack at the bunker after reassuring him he had done great and that he was bound to pass the exam. He deserved to lay on the bed and either fall asleep or binge watch the fairly new Dune series he hadn’t been able to catch up on while Castiel and Gabriel went back to Heaven. He had promised to call them once he received an answer.

Once both angels were back in Heaven, Castiel moved purposefully to their room. He wanted to relish the time they had spent together and going back to heavenly chores was not the best way to make that happen. When he opened the door, he couldn't help but smile joyfully surprised. Up until yesterday their room had been a very minimalistic concrete and burnished metal design that Castiel loved that opened up to a Japanese interior garden. Now, the door gave on to a bed of tropical foliage opening to a calm beach with soft pale white sand surrounded by hard rocks. Their bed falling close to the shore framed with a palm roof and light curtains flowing lightly with the wind. Castiel smiled widely.

“Tulum?”

“I know you liked it.” Whispered Gabriel fondly on his ear placing his hand over his waist and brushing a soft peck on his neck. “Go on, take off your shoes.”

Castiel didn’t need more prodding to comply, he kneeled to unlace his shoes while Gabriel did the same with his boots. Once shoe free, they took off all their layers until only a shirt and jeans were on. Gabriel was proud of the fact that he had managed to place Castiel into dark denim and sexy tight henleys after so many years, even the old beige overcoat had eventually been replaced by a soft and sexy leather jacket. The rest of their stuff was abandoned over a rock near the entrance. It wasn’t like there would be anyone near to steal them.

The sand was cold where shadows hit and really hot where sun landed but the way each grain of sand glided through the fingers of his feet was more than welcome after five months of constant work. 

“Tell you what, once Jack passes his exam we should take him out on a trip. Do you know of any place where he wants to go?”

“I haven’t asked him lately but I’ll do. I’d rather take him somewhere we both like though...”

They reached the tropical canopy bed and threw themselves over the plush pillows. Gabriel leaned close to Castiel to hug him while Castiel placed an arm behind his head and surrounded him with the other. Both angels sighed. They stayed caressing each other, each of them musing their own thoughts.

“You know Cas… Things have been going pretty smooth up here for a while.”

“That is because you are extremely good at managing Heaven despite complaining all the time and Jack’s aid in providing new angels has been invaluable.”

Gabriel huffed, Castiel knew he hated it when he was acknowledged as leader. Even after all these years some of the older angels still slipped off the “Yes, Sir!” his brother Michael forged in them for centuries when he was being particularly serious about something and it irked him a lot.

“Yeah whatever, that’s not the point.”

Castiel turned to look at him. Gabriel took in some air.

“The point is… Maybe we could let the rest of the guys deal with the daily ropes and just catch up if there was something really odd needing attention while we do our own stuff.”

“Meaning?”

“Well, you know… Get back downstairs, live a little… maybe put up a store of some sort.”

“A store?”

“I was thinking a bakery. Or probably a café. A café with freshly baked goods. Someplace where you could go at any hour and feel revived.”

“That would require the best coffee and the best pastries... maybe some pie.”

“Yes! The best pecan pie.”

Castiel held Gabriel closer while kissing his forehead.

“And where would we put that store?”

“Oh I dunno, somewhere crowded with lots of people.”

Castiel suddenly realized what Gabriel was truly trying to say.

“Crowded like a University?”

“Exactly! A University. With lots of students.”

“Someplace like Stanford.”

“Yeah, I mean we’d have to look around but Stanford could be good.”

Castiel smiled widely now while Gabriel shrugged like he had not been thinking about that for the longest time.

“I think I would like that.”

Gabriel turned to look at him beaming.

“What would we call the place?”

���Not something trite.”

“Oh… Guess I’ll have to cross ‘A Slice of Heaven’ out from the list.”

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Can’t Let You Fall

The holidays is probably when my depression is at its peak, so I decided to write it out and pretend that I have a friend like Newt. It’s not my best writing and the ending sucks, but I feel really passionate about it. I did my best not to romanticize suicidal ideation and depression and I added the antidepressants thing because taking medication is ok dammit. 

19 years ago a young Hufflepuff saved you from making a dire mistake. Now he’s your best friend and biggest supporter, and he tries to cheer you up after you got another rejection letter. 

TW: Suicidal ideation and brief mention of self harm. 

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The first time you encountered this demon called depression, you were at your first year in Hogwarts. You were so excited and proud when you were sorted into Hufflepuff, quickly grabbing the yellow robes and putting them on like it was a crown. You were filled with joy until a Howler landed on your plate during lunch.

HUFFLEPUFF?! DISGRACEFUL! Your mother’s voice erupted from the envelope. YOUR BROTHER AND SISTERS WERE ALL GRYFFINDORS. I DID NOT RAISE A WISHY-WASHY HUFFLEPUFF. DO NOT COME HOME AS YOU HAVE EMBARRASSED OUR FAMILY!

Despite your fellow House mates trying to comfort you, you bursted into tears and ran out of the dining hall. You were used to your mother’s high expectations, but this was the first time she had belittled you in front of your new friends. Your chest felt tight and thoughts started racing through your head. I’m such a disappointment. All I do is mess things up. I want to die.

A few moments later, your legs had taken you to the top of the Astronomy Tower. You opened up the large window and stepped on the ledge, you looked down and all you saw was solid ground. The wind whipped at your face and you took a deep breath.

I’ve been wanting to do this anyway.

You stepped one foot off the ledge when suddenly something grabbed your robes and pulled you back, you collapsed on the floor and looked up at the person that ruined your plans.

You were surprised at how young he looked, probably your age. He had freckles sprinkled all over his nose and cheeks, and his hair was a tousled mess. His blue eyes were darting between you and something by the window, he bit his lips like he was nervous about something.

“Are you ok?” He almost whispered, he smiled at you but it ended up being crooked and a little awkward.

“Would’ve been better if you let me fall,” you mumbled, getting up and dusting off your robes. You noticed the boy was also a Hufflepuff. Did I see him at the Sorting Ceremony?

He shook his head and walked over to the open window, peering over the ledge, he motioned for you to come closer. You walked over to him and the boy pointed to something at the left side of the window. Right where the ledge ended was a small nest with three baby birds sleeping in it.

“They’re raven chicks. The mother hasn’t come back to feed them so I’m caring for them,” the boy took out a handful of seeds from his pocket, “getting to the nest is difficult but someone has to do it.”

“Can’t you grab the nest and put them somewhere else?” You noticed the nest wasn’t far away, but the ledge was quite small and a single misstep could send someone down to the ground. Like I tried to do.

“Moving the nest could hurt them, they can’t fly yet so I can’t let them fall,” the strange boy looked at you and offered you a handful of seeds, “like I couldn’t let you fall.”

You smiled softly and accepted the small seeds, “Thank you. I’m Y/N by the way.”

“Newt Scamander.”

That night a beautiful friendship blossomed.

19 Years Later

Thank you for your interest but currently we are not seeking new applicants for the Beast Division, please apply again in the future.

You crumbled up the letter and threw it across the room. It was the third rejection letter of this month and you were getting desperate.

“Good news?” Newt came up from the basement where his animal hospital was. After graduating from Hogwarts, you and your best friend decided to move in together and rehabilitate injured creatures. He wrote a book called Fantastic Beasts and Where to Find Them, which reached great success and established him as a magizoologist. Newt was never the type to brag but you knew he was extremely proud of himself. You were obviously happy for him and you bragged about him to everyone, but deep inside you felt inadequate next to him and all the failed attempts to get a solid job has burned into flames.

“No,” you sighed, “the Beast Division, Goblin Liaison Office, and Werewolf Capture Unit all rejected me.”

The thing was, you didn’t do horribly at school at all. You excelled at Potions, Care of Magical Creatures, Charms, and Defence Against the Dark Arts. Your N.E.W.T exams were all highly scored and all your Professors had great hopes for you. The only problem was that you were often unsure of yourself and had low confidence, which employers have noticed in your interviews. You wanted to be a magizoologist like Newt but you felt like you weren’t cut out for it.

“You wouldn’t want to work at the Ministry of Magic anyways,” Newt sat down next to you on the couch and pulled out a baby Niffler from his pocket. You instantly brightened at the adorable creature and hugged it in your chest, “they’re full of careerist hypocrites.”

You looked at your best friend and laughed, “Your own brother and Tina are part of the Ministry.”

He gave you that signature Newt Scamander crooked smile, “I suppose so, but who will help me take care of my beasts?”

You poked him in the ribs, making him jump and yelp, “I’m not leaving you dummy, I just need to make money.”

Newt have always been strange about physical contact even with his brother, but over the years he got used to hugging you when you had an anxiety attack while studying, wrapping up your arms when you hurt yourself, holding you tightly as you begged him to kill you, and occasional tickle fights when both of you got too stressed from homework. He’s even allowed you to embrace him when he got a patronizing letter from his mother, kiss his bandages when he got bit or burned by a creature, and put ointment on his back where he couldn’t reach, shivering every time your fingertips brushed against a scar. You two balanced each other and protected one another from emotional and physical pain. 

The magizoologist laughed and poked you back, “I can pay you for helping me in the animal hospital.”

“Oh no you don’t. Pickett!”

A little Bowtruckle poked his head out of Newt’s jacket pocket, you pointed at the man, “Newton is being a bit naughty.”

Pickett silently nodded and quickly wiggled its way down his shirt.

“Oh no,” Newt mumbled as he started giggling from Pickett’s little feet crawling on his sensitive skin and he erupted into a full belly laughter as it found its way to his belly and bellybutton. Not wanting to crush his companion, Newt just sat on the couch and submitted to his ticklish hell. You grinned and suddenly an alarm went off on your watch.

“Time for my meds,” you got up and walked over to the kitchen where you kept your antidepressants, you knew if it wasn’t for the medication and love from your best friend, you wouldn’t be where you are now.

You swallowed your medication with a big glass of apple juice and smiled as Newt was still laughing and hiccuping, you gently cradled the baby Niffler in your arms as its big eyes scanned for anything shiny.

As you looked around and listened to Newt’s happy laughter, feeling the soft fur of the Niffler, hearing different sounds and squawks coming from the basement, you realized that life was difficult and unfair to you at first, but you were so glad a small Hufflepuff boy had grabbed you off of that ledge all those years ago.

[spooder-moon]

Becoming - Part Two Jason Todd x Bat!Reader

Summary: You had been best friends with Jason Todd for as long as you could remember, things changed when he became Robin for sure, but they changed even more when he became the Red Hood.

A/N: Part two of becoming is here!!! Took ages cause I have a physics exam on Monday and I'm stressing tf out. Lemme know if you want to be tagged! This part isn't every focused on their relationship but I’m getting there I swear. Let me know what you think of it! Also if someone could tell me how to create a master list that would be great cause I'm gonna start writing more xoxo

Word Count: 2,269 (it’s long I'm sorry)

Warnings: idk a bit of swearing? some fluff/angst I guess

Part One  Part Three  Part Four  Part Five  Part Six

Bruce was waiting for you both once you got to the bat cave and he didn’t waste any time with pleasantries before asking you everything you knew. 

You told Batman and Robin everything you could. How you got involved because you had no where to live and Falcone promised comfort and shelter and food. How you started out just helping organise the drug trades and supplying dealers. How as you got deeper into his world he started to trust you more, eventually seeing you almost as a daughter, and you couldn’t help but see him somewhat as a father figure. How you managed to convince him to try and avoid selling drugs to kids, it wasn’t much but it was a start. How he wanted you to be strong so he had you trained. How he decided you should be doing more than just drug trading and trusted you with more confidential business. How he had invited you for dinner at his home. How he had forced you to kill three men before you decided enough was enough. Three men that you hadn’t even seen the faces of, although you guessed that made it easier. How when it came to a forth man you ‘missed’ and shot him in the arm before turning the gun on his men and running for your life. How’s he’s put out a hit on you and you’ve been hunted for the past week. But most importantly you told them where Falcone was hiding, where and when the next drug shipment was coming in, and how to stop him. 

They devised a plan, one that ultimately used you as bait.

“Are you sure you’re ok with this Y/N?” Jason asked you concerned. 

You nodded, “I’d do anything to bring Falcone down.”

“I don’t want you getting hurt.”

You smiled, “I’ll be fine Jay, I was trained by some of Falcone’s best hitmen, I can defend myself.”

…

That night the mission was a go. The plan was for you to distract Falcone while Batman and Robin take out his men at the docks and destroy the shipment, then they would come and take-out Falcone, hopefully before he did any serious damage to you. 

You knew Falcone would be at a warehouse on the docks overseeing the shipment so you were dropped there before Bruce and Jason went to destroy the shipment. You walked directly below the window he was standing at and waved, catching his attention. 

“Hey Falcone! Heard you put a hit on me? $1 million? You must really want me dead!” You shouted as you saw him yelling instructions to his men. Within seconds 10 of his men had you surrounded,  guns pointed. Slowly you raised your arm in surrender and two of the men grabbed you, dragging you inside.

They started patting you down, removing the dagger strapped to you leg and the gun strapped to your hip which batman had leant you incase things got nasty seeing as it was the weapon you knew how to use best - rubber bullets of course. When one of the men got a little too handsy you kneed him in the stomach and made a forceful kick to his chest, sending him to the ground. It wasn’t your smartest move because the remaining men came after you. You managed to fend of about three more men before they had you on chair, hands and feet tied to it - you weren’t moving anytime soon. 

Falcone came up to you and without a word slapped you harshly across the face. There should have been an explosion by now. Jason should be here saving your ass once again. But you only heard silence and you started to worry that the mission isn’t quite going to plan.

“Why’ve you done this to me Y/N, I don’t want you dead. I trusted you, I cared for you when no one else did. You knew the risks that came with getting involved with me and yet, as soon as I make you do one measly little killing, you turn on me. You let one of my prisoners get away, you killed my men, and you ran away. I had no choice but to come after you, what kind of crime lord would I be if I didn’t? Hmmm? Now, I really don’t want to kill you Y/N, you’re almost like a daughter to me but alas, blood is blood, and you must pay for the blood you’ve cost me.”

You sat there wordlessly as he stroked your cheek and kissed your forehead before he aimed his gun at your head. Staring down the barrel you realised you no longer feared this death. You knew that Batman and Robin, even if they didn’t save you would at least take down Falcone, and that was enough for you to be at peace with it. 

A tear slipped down your cheek at the thought of never seeing Jason again, at the thought of not being able to be in his life anymore, to be his friend. But what hurt the most was the thought of never being able to kiss him again because, well, you really wanted to kiss him again. 

As Falcone cocked his gun and released the safety you closed your eyes tightly, waiting for him to pull the trigger. 

BOOM

Your eyes shot wide open and you saw the explosion where the shipment would have been. Finally, you thought. The explosion thankfully distracted Falcone and he walked over to the window. “What the fuck was that?!” He exclaimed, looking around at his men for answers. 

In the franticness of it all with his men running around trying to find out what had happened you sat there smirking. When Falcone noticed your smug silence he turned to you and gripped you by the shoulders. 

“Did you do this?!” He yelled in your face.

“How could I have done that? I’ve been right here the whole time.” You replied teasingly.

Just as Falcone was about to swing at you, Batman jumped out of the shadows and tackled him to the ground. Unfortunately, in the process he had knocked your chair and you had toppled sideways to the ground. Ouch.

Jason was quick to come untie you whilst simultaneously fending of the men closing in on you. 

“If you took any longer I’d be dead you know?” You found the time to to scold him for worrying you. 

“I know I’m sorry, I’m sorry. There were more men there than we thought there’d be, it took a bit longer to take them out.” Jason rushed out as he cut your final rope before spinning and kicking the legs out form underneath the man sneaking up behind him. Quickly standing up you ducked away from a punch coming at your head and brought your knee up to the mans stomach before bringing your elbow down onto his back, effectively winding him. 

“I’m never being your bait again.” You huffed out, over the fear of your near death experience and now just annoyed that it made you emotional. You quickly grabbed the gun and the knife they took away from you and started to shoot at the men coming towards you. Even though rubber bullets didn’t kill, they still hurt like a bitch, you could tell by the men screaming out in pain and stumbling backwards. 

“Perfectly understandable, I’m surprised you even agreed to it in the first place.” Jason nodded, throwing a batarang at someone coming towards you from behind that you hadn’t seen coming. 

“Would you two stop bickering and hurry this up?! And Y/N, no serious knife wounds, we don’t kill.” Bruce shouted at us, seeing that you were swiping your knife at the guy in front of you. Rolling your eyes you spun around the man on your knees and swiped the knife through the back of his thighs, crippling him, instead of going to stab his abdomen. 

As Jason took out the last of Falcone’s men, you saw Falcone unconscious next to batman. “So what are you gonna do with him?” You asked Bruce curiously. 

He smirked, “Oh, I’ve got an idea.”

That’s how Falcone ended up tied to a flood light and left for the police to find him. 

…

Bruce and Jason had bought you back to Wayne manor so that you could shower and Bruce was kind enough to buy you some fresh clothes. When you came out of the ensuite bathroom and into a guest room you jumped, not expecting to find Jason sitting on the bed waiting for you. He was no longer in his Robin costume but in jeans and a black t-shirt that fit his form perfectly. His dark hair was even darker from being freshly washed, you didn’t even know that was possible. Your eyes zeroed in on the purple bruise forming on his cheekbone from where one of Falcone’s men must have punched him, you had a similar one forming on your own cheek from Falcone’s slap. 

“You startled me,” you muttered out quietly as you moved to sit next to him. 

“Uh, sorry.”

You were both quiet, both thinking about the night you had just had, thinking about how Falcone had almost killed you. But you knew that really you were both thinking about the kiss, and about what it meant. 

Jason sighed, as if gaining the courage to say what’s on his mind. “Tonight scared me you know? Seeing you tied up to that chair, with Falcone’s gun pointed at you. You were so brave but, I don’t know what I’d do without you Y/N.” His head was hung low, looking at his hands as they fiddled on his lap. 

“When you guys were late I thought something bad had happened to you, and I feared that more than facing death in that moment,” you said in a low whisper, staring at the wall while trying to organise your erratic thoughts.

Jason raised his head to look at you as you turned to look him in the eye. “So what does this all mean?” He asked slowly. 

You sighed, this was the hard part. “It means that the past is the past, that we’re best friends. Friends who would do anything for each other but… also friends who live two seperate lives. I can’t just sit around waiting for you to get hurt Jason, and I couldn’t bare if I was the reason that it happened.”

“So that kiss meant nothing to you?” He had anger in his voice, and you didn’t blame him.

“No Jason, that kiss meant everything to me, I want to be with you, I do but… but I just can’t right now ok? Everything is too hectic at the moment for me to even think about being in a relationship. But I love you, I really do. Just as a friend for the moment.” You felt tears in your eyes and you sniffed to keep them at bay. 

Jason closed his eyes, thinking about what you said. He knew you were right, that the life he lived as robin was too dangerous for you, that it risked your life as much as his own. But that didn’t mean he wanted you out of it so friends it is. “Ok.. friends then.” He nodded and you couldn’t help the smile that was forming on your face, he smiled back. 

… 

As you were leaving Wayne Manor you saw Bruce down the corridor talking to Alfred. Quickly you ran to him and without warning wrapped your arms around his waist, squeezing tightly. He froze for a minute, not expecting this kind of affection from you, before he slowly wrapped his arms around your back and gave you a short squeeze. 

Pulling away you grinned up at him. “Thank you, for saving both of us.” You turned to Alfred and hugged him too, gaining much of the same reaction, “You too Alfred.” 

As you walked away to meet Jason, who was waiting for you by the front door, you stopped at the sound of Bruce’s voice. “Y/N, I’ve paid the rent of your apartment for a year and got you a job as a waitress in the narrows. Hopefully from there you can fend for yourself, but I’m here if you need. You’ll also find your new bike waiting for you out front, no more stealing them ok?”

You couldn’t help but run up and hug him again, “thank you thank you thank you thank you!” You were basically crying from happiness. 

When you got to the door Jason was waiting with he keys to your new motorbike dangling on his fingers. You grinned and hugged him as he handed them over to you. 

“You better take me for a spin sometime,” he murmured in your ear.

You laughed, “you can count on it.”

As you both walked outside, Jason stopped you with a hand on your arm before you got on your bike. “I need you to do one last thing for me.” He said.

You frowned, confused, “Anything for you Jason.”

“Kiss me.”

When he said it your heart stopped but you couldn’t help but smile. With a nod you carefully leant in and closed your eyes, placing your lips on his awaiting ones. The kiss was short and sweet, only lasting a few seconds but it meant the world to both of you. 

You slowly pulled away and mounted your bike, “I’ll see you around Jay.”

By the time he opened his eyes you were speeding down the driveway. 

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Tickling community asks! 1, 3, 4, 6, 10, 15, 17, 20, 23, 25

1. What’s that one spot that causes you to instantly erupt into wild, uncontrollable, hysterical laughter every single time it’s touched?part of me really did not want to answer this honestly but you know what, fuck it, sO fAr it’s been (as long as it’s not too rough a touch) my ass. like i could not handle the boy tickling there for more than a few seconds before i was like NOPE GET AWAY

3. Pedicures: no problem, ticklish but tolerable, or a flailing and laugh-filled tickle torture session? see… i’m not really sure? because i’ve only ever had one, honestly, and she didn’t get very.. intense? she barely used the file. what tickled most was when she was putting on/massaging in a sugar scrub, and i didn’t have to fight off giggles or anything but i was very very aware of the sensation. so i guess i’m going with ticklish but tolerable! i also want to note, though, that my feet have almost never been tickled in my life before, and when i did meet the boy, there was almost no reaction at all until he used a hairbrush, BUT by the end of my time there, my feet were definitely ticklish. so maybe next time i get a pedicure, things will be different. we’ll have to see~

4. What’s the longest you’ve ever been tickled in a situation that was spontaneous, unplanned, not a “session” etc? What happened?uuuuhhhhhhhh i have no idea. a few minutes, i guess, in total but not all in one go? i was helping my best friend and her family move, and we were alone in the empty house while the adults drove things over to the new house and we were just chilling on the floor and somehow a tickle fight broke out. a very very one sided tickle fight. i managed to find the one rogue nail in the floor and ripped my jeans.

6. Tummy exam at the doctor’s: no problem, a little hard to take, extremely hard to take not to mention embarrassing, or legit straight-up tickle torture to the max?in between a little hard to take and extremely hard. like.. medium light hard, but it’s embarrassing definitely. a tummy exam isn’t hard, the extremely hard to take and embarrassing one is at the gyno when she’s doing a boob and lymph node/armpit exam HOO BOY

10. Family tickling: creepy, fun, or “the taboo weirdness of it is intriguingly both creepy and fun”?i mean, i don’t think it’s creepy necessarily? because, to most, tickling is harmless but familiar interaction. it’s a way to show affection even, for some people, so i don’t have any issue with family tickling, on average. i’m sure there are instances out there that i might side-eye but when you just say “family tickling” to me then what i think of is harmless and just familial, platonic intimacy. i mean, i even have the kink and i wouldn’t be creeped out if my mom tickled me. now would i be creeped out if she restrained me or teased me like, y’know, i’d want a ler to tease? hell yeah i would be. but just the tickling, nah.

15. When was the last time you said, “I’m ticklish?”i’m sure i probably had to admit it back at my new year’s visit to the boy. so anywhere from december 30th to early january 1st. that’s the last time i remember probably saying it, at least.

17. Witnessing tickling: boring, fun because I imagine myself in that person’s (ler/lee) position, or hot af?it greatly depends on the situation. a parent tickling their child, i don’t imagine anything like that. but like… ok i will admit that i’ve witnessed many, many times, one of my best friend’s boyfriends is really good about being willing to rub her feet and he plays with her toes and it makes me wonder and it’s very mildly flustering because i want that kind of attention and it’s always like, a fear that oh no what if he starts tickling her fucking kill me. and there’s been a time this same best friend wanted her spot on the couch back, our other friend refused to move, and this was a sectional couch so pieces could move and there was a gap between the piece her legs were stretched out on and the part she was sitting on, so my first friend sat on her legs and went to fucking town tickling the back of her knees. and i was– holy shit man i was trying so hard not to be transfixed. it went on for A LONG TIME and the tickler friend was teasy and dear god it was awful and i was both impressed by her endurance and in hell SO I GUESS.. UH…. I GUESS DEPENDING ON THE SITUATION AND THE EOPLE, THE LAST TWO IN DIFFERENT PARTS?? fml

20. Your feet right out of shoes: gross don’t talk to me about that, no difference, or 1000 times more ticklish?i don’t know. i will say that i think they’re more sensitive after work, but that’s more because i work 8.5 hour shifts and i’m standing except for my 30 minute lunch, so i mean… circulation and standing and such. i attribute it more to physical things than i do my shoes and socks being on. that’s just something i’ve noticed when i’m finally home and getting ready for bed and doing my lotion routine.

23. Tell a true story about a time you would have given anything to make the tickling stop.bold of you to assume i’ve been lucky enough to have one of these stories, because i don’t. the closest thing i have is this one time, back in high school, at least two (maybe three, but i only remember two for sure) friends would not stop tag team poking me during class and i desperately did not want to make noise and have to explain it.

25. Are you “known” for your ticklishness among your friends and family?family, probably not. friends…. yyyyyes but they don’t seem to take advantage of this and only ever sometimes poke at my sides