#i got slapped with a bunch of ideas out of nowhere send help please

[backstabber128]

Currently working on a part 2 now, I wasn't expecting this to blow up so much lmao. I'm living for the Zaundad family angst rn 🔥

Here's some sketches of a random crack Arcane x God of War + Ragnarok AU bc of these ideas-- (Also bc the Norse mythology style is absolutely awesome 👀)

I couldn't resist imagining what little Vi & Pow would look like as mini gods with their adult tattoos like Atreus. Also me being delusional imagining Warwick protecting them as part of Vander's shape shifting ability--

Also headcanon that Odin/Silco has mind control powers, hence Vi and Powder vs Warwick rip. He tears their family apart even in this AU 🫠

+ Jinx gaining Baldur-like abilities through becoming Silco's daughter

[hozukitofu]

kkir fic idea 💡 might write it or someone else can adopt this and run with it

i work at an australian magistrate court as a paralegal and kkir (my ninja dads) remind me of the police prosecution vs defence lawyer negotiation throwdowns. kakashi is literally all the weird and eccentric lawyer i've ever met (you need to be weird to be sane) and iruka just acts like all the other very nice but firm prosecutors at court to me

imagine hotshot perpetually late but so so brilliant defence barrister kakashi (mr hatake) negotiating a better outcome for his clients. he's always laid back because he knows he's that good, dresses in the same suit every time, gets away with wearing a facemask in court and literally only ever fixes his terrible posture at the bar table and whilst in court. he tried to ask the magistrate to let him salute the coat of arms (instead of bowing like everyone else) when he first got transferred down to the lowly magistrates' court but got promptly shot down (the compromise was the mask). he was working as a top queen's counsel for the private city law firm then got mysteriously transferred to their regional branch in a 'mentoring role' (a bunch of graduated law students interning actually quit their postgrad studies because he was really harsh and had really arbitrary rules tbh). so my man's in a bad mood ALL THE TIME (literally unprovoked) and has no personal assigned paralegals because no one can stand him. his assigned clerk has the patience of a saint and the tolerance for no bullshit (it's rin) he makes outrageous plea offers with prosecution and it's the best/worst time down at court. he also cross examines like the person at the mic personally wronged him, which isn't great if it is a protected person in a family violence case, or any witness at all, but very eye opening to see

down at court you have the sweetest man ever sergeant umino ('please call me iruka') in the dog box(what we call the prosecution office). he has a law degree (admittedly from a nowhere regional university but he is admitted to practice as a legal practitioner) and way too overqualified for the police force, but he wants to make a difference before going to teach full time or practising law full time. he's nice about everything (printers, legal advice, referrals, talking to anyone) except for paperwork which he is anal about. he wields stamps like weapons and every time an informant is shown to have filled out their paperwork wrong he calls them up directly (how does he even have their direct line?) to chew them out, but super nicely. adjournments, unmentionable dates, requests - don't need to provide reasons, iruka will approve. he not-so-secretly made copies of his police badge so paralegals can print documents off the police printers. he always gets snacks and coffees for court registrars and referral officers. he has bags of lollies for little kids. iruka teaches community service and justice studies for the vocational college nearby. he also has the occasional stint as a university lecturer only for first year law kiddies, and teaches also senior high school legal studies electives. beyond stamps and paperwork, he is the law down to the letter, sometimes to the spirit. if the facts look bad, especially if it is family violence or egregious failure to appear/warrants then he would be a hardass to lawyers. my man however is not opposed to diversion especially if the accused are kids.

so like fanon, kakashi brings outrageous plea offers to the dog box whenever iruka is in -- 'can you withdraw [most serious charge]' 'you can't prove that she was fearing for her life' 'he's never had a criminal record so can't you give him a slap on the wrist and send him a bond?' iruka shuts that shit down every time. he has a case of bleeding heart-itis so occasionally they CAN collaborate to help truly at risk offenders to reorient their lives. kakashi complains that iruka agreeing without a yelling match feels worthless but deep down he doesn't mind when iruka isn't in full hate mode AT him. kakashi thought that iruka would be all snobbish because police prosecutors who hold law degrees tend to act like they're better than everyone else but iruka is overall down-to-earth, hi-i'm-here-to-help. can't push him around though, but he's all about the learning experience so he encourages postgrad law kids and volunteers to have a go at him. for the real thing, defence lawyers groan good-naturedly when they hear he's in the dog box. kakashi seems to be the only who delights in riling him up, but in the rare instance that everyone agrees BUT the magistrate says otherwise and hands down a harsher sentence, he would be handing up paperwork for a contest hearing SO FAST kakashi wouldn't have time to consult with the client. there's a deal between him and kakashi for a stack of signs form 11As can be dealt out when absolutely needed. despite going at each other's throats on the clock, sooo many people have seen them getting lunch together or just talking about their mutual student naruto.

in this universe naruto did not complete high school, went through to vocational studies, took a pathway to uni instead. somehow he, sakura and sasuke end up at the same law firm (naruto is a bit older than the other two but acts precisely like a teenage eshay ALL THE TIME). why does he want to practise criminal law? because it looks cool and he wants to make the bar. his mum is a judge and his dad is a speaker of the senate/cabinet member so... it runs in the family. sasuke is following alongside the traditional asian career choice: doctor, lawyer or engineer. my man hates maths with a passion so lawyer it is. i know it's weird that sakura would be doing a law degree knowing she could be doing a med degree but hear me out: i met and know and am friends with girls who studied double degree law/biomed, finish their law degree, said fuck it I'll be a lawyer what's so bad, otherwise i can come back, and now making big massive bucks. though i imagine sakura will specialise in personal injury cases as well as mental health tribunals, then might go back to university for her med degree. she will be that cousin who lived 6 lives already - was a doctor and a lawyer and your mother would not stop comparing you to her. she needs a bit of instinct training but her academics are spotless. sasuke is ruthless but can't connect with clients. naruto maybe brash and loud but he plays on people's heartstrings like a conductor when presenting a bail app or plea. everything is the way it is so that iruka can move naruto's admission to become a lawyer when he applies for admission at the supreme court

anyways iruka will retire from police work to teach full time, maybe sign on to work for a community legal centre to appear for bail apps for remanded offenders picked up in the cells. he accidentally yelled at kakashi one day to go out and kakashi thought it was too funny to not go along with. now they raise 8 dogs, 3 full grown adults and all of iruka's students together. they fight about everything, but might slip into really formal legalese (passover aggressive fuck-you) when they're being annoying or really pissed off. naruto sometimes has to adjudicate these fights and he can't stop being scared for his LIFE.

kakashi: your honour, my learned colleague here had erred in his submission that i had, conclusively, not promised such things

iruka immediately pulling out receipts: your honour, may i submit evidence contradicting otherwise

(they were fighting about whose turn it is to do the dishes. there were only oral agreements in place but once you're both lawyers you just get used to writing everything down and signing to bring up in an argument later)

(iruka also cross examines kakashi for funsies, but they mainly shelf this for when arguments are bad and they need to pull out the big guns)

anyways if anyone ends up writing this please tag me

[goddesswritings]

“Can I slap her for you?” -  Corpse Husband | Part Two

Title: “Can I slap her for you?” – Part Two

Pairing: Corpse Husband x Reader

Summary: Being stuck living with the queen of YouTube drama and partying during the pandemic has seriously worn down your patience. Meeting Pokimane has changed your life for the better, making Among Us a pivotal part of your life.

Word Count: 5.2k

Unedited for now. I was eager to post. I will edit it later.

Corpse Masterlist

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<< PART ONE

After you left the apartment, you sat in the parking lot of some random store, trying to decide what to do now. Sighing, you opened your phone and went to Instagram. Corpse was probably wondering if it went okay.

Corpse: She left the stream, thank you!

Corpse: What exactly did you do?

Corpse: She’s sending Sean angry DM’s now.

Corpse: Hey, are you okay?

Y/n: Hey sorry, I had to pack. I’m fine, happy to help get her out of the stream. I switched off the power to her office.

Honestly, you wished you could have stood up against her more often than you did. She was four years younger, so you should have been able to have the say in things. But no, Olivia was a control freak and a spoiled brat too. She would no doubt tell your parents you started a fight with her, and she felt unsafe.

Corpse: Wow, you’re badass. Packing for what?

Y/n: Um, she may have kicked me out of the apartment, and I may have left without a fight because I’m tired of her shit. 🤷‍♀️

Corpse: Do you have a place to stay?

Of course you didn’t and you really should have thought about that before just leaving the way you did.

Y/n: Not really but I will find somewhere.

Well you hoped you could. There weren’t many people who were keen in taking in a friend during a pandemic.

Corpse: Poki’s going to call you.

At that message, your phone started to wring and sure enough, it was Poki.

“Hello?” You asked hesitantly.

“So someone let it slip that your sister kicked you out?” Poki said calmly.

“Is that someone, Corpse?”

“Yes, he said it out of shock but I’m glad he did. Knowing you, you would have kept it a secret from me.” She was right. You hated inconveniencing your friends.

“Damn you, Corpse.” You muttered making her laugh. “Yeah so I ruined Olivia’s stream and she started screaming at me before kicking me out. I didn’t fight it because I am tired of her.”

“Understandable. Well do you need somewhere to stay?”

“Yes but I will find some place.”

“Nope, you’re staying with me. Come over now or I am coming out to drag you back to my place.” Her protectiveness made you smile.

“Sure, I’ll be there in a few.” You hung up.

Y/n: Thank you for looking out for my stubborn ass, Corpse. I would have never told her.

Corpse: Stubborn is one word to describe you. Cute is another.

That comment made your face heat up from the sheer adorableness of it. Corpse seriously just called you cute.

Y/n: Can I say you have a genuinely nice hand. It’s marvelous.

Corpse: Hey, don’t make fun of my hand. It takes all the heat for me. That hand is very anxious every time I post him.

Y/n: Awe I bet. Give him hugs from me. Also tell him I’m a big fan!

The easy flow of conversation between the two of you was nice. You got along extremely well and talking outside of the game was nice, since you could focus on what you really wanted to say to him.

Corpse: He’s flattered!

This was great and took your mind off Olivia and the fact she just kicked you to the curb with nowhere to go. But Poki was there for you. You appreciated her more than she knew.

You pulled up in front of her apartment building, parking the car, you got out and grabbed your stuff. Typing in the code Poki had given you a while ago, you were let into the building. Entering the elevator, you made your way to her apartment.

Barely knocking, the door flew open to reveal Poki. She looked mad but also worried. She pulled you into the apartment and hugged you tightly.

“Can I slap her for you?” She asked calmly.

This made you giggle. “I mean I would like to slap her as well.”

“We should make a plan. Hey, the group is still on, come say hi.” She started to lead you to her office.

“Are they still streaming?” You didn’t want to reveal your face to the world, not like this.

“Oh no. We ended our streams when Olivia started talking about you. She completely wasn’t respecting your privacy and we weren’t about to let her spill it to our viewers.” That was so sweet of them to do.

You had left your bags in the other room while you followed her. An idle conversation was going on when you entered.

“Hey guys, I’m back.” Poki took a seat in front of the computer, she pulled up a second chair. “I have someone special here.”

Sitting down, you saw her nod for you to say something. “Hey, did you miss me?”

They went wild.

“Y/n! Oh we missed you!”

“Don’t leave us again.”

“I’m sorry I invited your sister to stream.”

“Hey Y/n.”

The mix of voices was overwhelming in a good way. Sykkuno, Rae, Sean, and Corpse pretty much spoke over each other which made you laugh.

“One at a time, guys. You can’t overload her.” Leslie told them.

“Sorry Y/n. We just really missed having you here. You’ve become one of our favorite friends to play with.” Sykkuno said sounding as sweet as ever. That man was just the best.

“Yes, I can say we agree.” Rae added.

It was nice to hear they missed you. It really helped to lift your mood as well.

“Did your sister really kick you out?” Toast asked

“Yes she did. But it’s not surprising at this point. She’s probably been gunning to kick me out as soon as she could.” Sad truth

“Well she’s the worst player ever. She can’t keep a secret at all. I really should have never agreed to get her into the group.” Sean said sounding sad.

“Hey Sean, please don’t worry about it. She’s always weaseling her way into things. It’s completely not your fault.” One of the things she loved to do was incessantly DM other youtubers for collabs or for free stuff. She really had no morals.

“Well thank you, Y/n. You’re literally the sweetest.” Sean said earning a bunch of ‘I Agrees’ from everyone else. That really was helping make the night better.

“Who’s up for some more Among Us to relax after that shitshow?” Lud asked making everyone laugh hard. It was agreed the group would do it. Luckily, you had your laptop and joined the call and game and stayed in Poki’s living room to play. Honestly, it was so good for you.

**

At the end if gaming, you said goodbye to the group. Then Poki showed you to the extra room that used to be her roommates before she moved out last month.

“Hey, are you looking for a roommate?” You asked as you put the bags on the bed.

Poki sent you a smile. “I am. Are you interested?”

This was good. “Yes, I mean I still have to find another job since my main is still furloughing me until this pandemic gets better but I have some money saved up.”

“Hey, please don’t sweat it. Besides, I know a friend who’s in need of an editor, I may have mentioned your name and she really wants to talk to you about it. Is that okay?”

“Wow, that’s perfect. Thank you, Poki. You’re such a great friend.” It felt good to have someone there for you.

She pulled you into a hug. “Always. I am so glad I met you. You’re one of my best friends.”

This was an honor. “Don’t make me cry.”

“I can’t promise anything. Anyway, I will leave you to rest. It’s been a long night. Tomorrow I will give you my friends details.”

“Sounds good, night Poki.”

“Goodnight, Y/n.” She waved goodbye and closed the door behind herself.

Smiling, you sat on the bed. It was such a good thing that she was here got you. But also Corpse was the catalyst that got you to actually tell Poki was what happening. He was sweet and it seemed he was looking out for you.

After changing into comfy pj’s, you brushed your teeth before climbing into the freshly made bed. Opening Instagram, you saw that Corpse has messaged you.

Corpse: I don’t like being too forward but hey here we go. Can I please have your number so we can talk more easily?

A smile made its way to your face. For a tough man, he surely had a sweet way of getting to you

Y/n: Yes you can. xxx-xxx-xxxx.

The nerves jumped when you sent that message. Less than a minute later, you received a text from an unknown number.

xxx-xxx-xxxx

Hey Y/n, it’s Corpse. Would you mind if I called you so we could talk for a little?

You liked this idea truthfully. It only helped to show how genuine Corpse was being.

Y/n

Not at all. Please go ahead and call me.

Your phone rang, displaying Corpse’s name.

“Hello?” You answered the phone while pushing away the anxiety.

A soft deep laugh filled your ear. “Hey sweet girl. How are you feeling?”

His words made you want to sigh in the most lovesick way. That never happened these days.

“I’m good. Poki had an extra room I could crash in and well I might just be her new roommate.”

“I love that. She’s so much better than your sister I assume.”

“She is. Here I won’t have to deal with the incessant pandemic partying Olivia likes to do.” That selfish bitch.

“Shit, is she stupid? She does know she’s risking a lot of lives, right?” You loved that Corpse had the logic you craved.

“So she is stupid, and her response was always that it’s not her problem and that the vulnerable people should stay home.”

“She sounds like the typical beauty youtuber these days.”

“Yes, she is. She has no morals.”

“Well that’s not good. I guess that’s why her name keeps popping up all over social media. She really needs to be careful, before she becomes the next Tana.” He was right but you personally thought she was past that point already.

“It’s too late. She’s already passed the point of return with all of this.”

“Yikes. It’s good you got out of there when you did.” A soft but deep laugh was heard through the phone. The sound made you giggle. Hearing such a tough guy laugh the way Corpse laughs, made you feel giddy. “So about what I said earlier, I meant it.”

“Huh, what are you talking about?” You truly were a little lost by this.

Corpse laughed again. “When I called you cute earlier. I meant it.”

Heat filled your face and a small smile made its way to your lips. “Thank you, Corpse. That’s really sweet of you. I don’t like to show many people who I am because they will immediately connect me to Olivia, and I don’t want that.”

“I get that. I don’t show my face for fear they won’t like me when I do. All my fans have built up this expectation of what they want me to look like and now I just don’t want to let them down. Plus it’s nice being able to stay anonymous if I go into public, but of course people will hear my voice and know. Shit, it’s hard.”

“Awe, I’m sorry. I saw what the attention has done to some people, but I think not everyone goes into that headspace. Also, I think you should stay faceless if it makes you feel better. There is no rule that says you ever have to show your face. People who push you to do it have no boundaries.”

Corpse was quiet for a while and you thought you had offended him. “I’m sorry if I said the wrong thing, Corpse.” You squeaked.

“No, you said the right thing. I was just thinking. You’re right. A lot of people have been on me to reveal my face, but I never intend to. I want to be able to live my life without being swarmed by fans, or god forbid, them judging me by my appearance.”

“Which is really fucked. When I first appeared in my sister video, the comments were awful. They couldn’t understand how she was related to me, but I never thought I looked bad. But I guess they expected Olivia to be surrounded by people in her genre. It was so hard to see those comments.” Thinking back to it, Olivia had even added to it. Telling you that you should have tried to look more like her for the video. You should have worn something more colorful and put-on way more make up then you liked. But you hated that. That wasn’t you.

“I can’t imagine the things they said. Is that why you deactivated your twitter?” How did he know about that?

“Oh, yeah. How did you know about it?”

“I remembered seeing a story about it on YouTube last year. They didn’t show your face, so of course I didn’t know it was you. But I figured it out when Olivia joined the game tonight and she blabbered on about being your sister. I’m sorry you received that hate. No one deserves that ever.” His voice was calming you now.

“Thank you. Olivia seemed to add to it, as well. Fuck, she’s just the worst person.” Family definitely had the ability to be shitty. “Meeting Poki last year really was the best thing. But also joining this Among Us group has been so good for me. Thank you for accepting me.”

“Of course. You’re a natural in the game but you also fit very well with the group.” Corpse really hoped you believed him because this was true. The group had a whole conversation about it when Olivia finally left

“I’m flattered. The Corpse Husband is telling me I fit in with him and his streamer friends. Wake me up, I must be dreaming.” You knew his words were genuine because it was just easy to tell.

“You better believe it, baby, because it’s true.”

You stopped short when you heard him call you baby. Of course Corpse had used that word before but right now it felt more intimate.

Letting out a yawn you realized it was nearing 4 am. “I appreciate it.” You mumbled, feeling the events from the day seep in.

“You’re tired, aren’t you?” His deep voice was lulling you closer to sleep.

“No.” Another yawn broke through.

“You can’t lie to me, Y/n. Get some sleep and we will talk tomorrow.”

The words made you smile. “That sounds good, Corpsie. Goodnight.”

“Goodnight, sweet girl.” Despite wanting to stay on the phone, you hung up. Sleep was quickly coming in to claim you. You can happily say you fell asleep with a huge smile on your face.

**

Waking up was easier than it had been in a long time. Normally you woke up to Olivia screaming at you or someone else. So it was nice to wake up to silence. It allowed you to relax and wake up properly.

Your phone buzzed from beside you. A text from Corpse is what you first saw, so you opened it.

Corpse

Good morning, sweet girl. I hope the night treated you well.

Sweet and to the point. His messages made you think he had a thing for you. Well you hoped he did but he also could just be treating you the way he treats friends.

Y/n

Yes, I slept well and for once I wasn’t awoken by my obnoxious sister.

It would he good not to live with her.

Corpse

I bet. Hey I hate to be the one to show you this, but your sister posted this on her instagram.

He then sent a link to the post. It made your blood boil.

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There was a picture of her, she was holding up a ripped picture of you. A huge frown was on her face.

oliviaxoxo It’s a shame when family starts to treat you like you weren’t the one to give them money when they needed it. This is my sister and she’s a bitch. For the last few years, she’s been the one editing my videos. Well I found out she was trying to sabotage me, so I had to fire her and kick her out. What a shame it is when family stabs you in the back. 🙃🙃

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oliviafan23 Is this true? Damn, f*ck fake people.

queenolivia Sueeee herrrrr!

lovinliv Family ain’t shit. Spill her info so we can drag her.

sykkuwu Whoa, why are you spreading lies about your own family?

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queenolivia Why would you defend someone like that?

valkyrea You’re such a sad human for doing this. Stop lying.

pokimanelol Let’s see, none of this is true. Your sister has done so much for you and you’ve never appreciated it. Get some help for this.

corpse_husband This is sick. No wonder your name is always blasted everywhere. Do your sister a favor and stop talking about her.

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oliviaxoxo I don’t know why you’re defending my stupid sister, but that totally makes you not hot to me anymore. Ugh.

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valkyrea Uh, that’s what you got from this. Wow, you’re not worth this.

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corpse_husband What can you expect? The covid must have gone to her brain.    |

corpseandlivfan Whyyyyyyy Corpse, why would you stand up for her. Do you not realize how horrible Y/n is? Please tell me this is a joke!?!?

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 corpse_husband Well, she’s a good friend of mine and I won’t let people make up lies. So it’s not a joke.

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You were mad that she’d even say this shit publicly, but you should have known she would. She was nothing without her group of misguided followers.

Y/n

Can’t say I’m not surprised. This is so on brand for her. Thank you for sticking up for me. It means a lot.

Corpse

I would do it any day. She shouldn’t be able to get away with doing that to you.

Sadly, growing up, she did get away with doing the absolute worst shit and you always received the brunt of it.

Y/n

With any luck, she draws negative attention.

You clicked the link to view it again but instead were lead to a page that said the content was unavailable.

Y/n

I believe she just deleted the post.

Corpse

Oh, she did. That’s awesome.

It was. Olivia was never one to swallow her pride and admit any wrongdoings. That means she would never delete a problematic post, but she finally did

Y/n

I didn’t really read any other comments besides you and your friends and the top comments. I can’t imagine what her fans are really saying.

Olivia was completely okay with letting her fans attack people. It was seriously a huge mess. She fell into the category of YouTuber with the worst most entitled attitude.

Corpse

It’s good you didn’t read them, because they were horrible. I can’t believe she would let her fans do that.

Y/n

She’s done a lot of shady stuff. This is even before she blew up on YouTube. There is a lot of issues between us.

There was a lot that could be said about your relationship with Olivia and none of them were good. Forever it seemed, you had tried to make it work and hoped your sister would grow up and change but it never happened.

Corpse

I think she’s a vile human. From what I have seen and her complete lack of human decency, I just can’t help but feel she’s just not a good person and she never will be.

He was right. She would never change.

Y/n

You’re right. Hey, I have to go thank Poki for letting me stay but I also need to go back to that apartment to get the rest of my stuff. Can I call you when I get back?

Corpse

Yes, of course. Good luck heading over there.

Talking to him was pretty natural feeling. It was clear now that you were getting a massive crush on him. You had a crush on a man who’s face you’ve never seen. You couldn’t help it though, his personality just meshed so well with yours. He’d made you feel safe and wanted.

After getting dressed, you found Poki in the kitchen making breakfast. She sent you a sweet smile when you entered the room.

“Thank you for standing up for me against my sister on Instagram.” You were truly honored this group of friends liked you enough to do something like this.

“You’re welcome. I couldn’t just let her say that and get away with it. She’s done a lot to you, that you don’t deserve. Corpse messaged all of us the minute he found it and we all jumped into action. Sean and Felix were getting ready to comment when she deleted it.” She explained as she set a plate in front of you.

“I’m so honored. Thank you!”

“Of course, you’re one of us now and we will never let her get away with this stuff anymore.”

You could just cry with how loved they were making you feel. This is what had been missing in your life. Friends who genuinely cared about you and wanted to protect you from the nasty stuff Olivia was capable of doing.

“Would you come with me to the apartment to get the rest of my stuff?” You asked once the two of you finished eating.

Poki nodded. “Of course I will. You shouldn’t have to go alone.”

**

An hour later, you exited the elevator on the floor where you once resided. Your sister wasn’t home, which would be good but there was a chance she could return while you were packing. But you would deal with that when it came down to it. The two of you quickly got to work, packing your life up into the boxes you’d brought with you. Luckily, you weren’t one to collect a ton of stuff. You mainly just had to make sure your clothes and makeup were packed up.          

You and Poki would fill boxes and pile them by there door, then you would take them down to the car when you acquired a good amount. In the end, you figured you would fill maybe 10 boxes which is actually not too many considering you’ve lived in that apartment for five years.

Poki had left to go take two more boxes to the car while you finished up packing up your last few items. The front door closed, and you assumed it was Poki, but it wasn’t.

“Oh look who’s here? My lovely sister.” Olivia’s voice was flat and emotionless.

You rolled your eyes and turned to find her standing in the doorway, glaring at you. “Hello, Olivia. I’m just packing my stuff and then I’m leaving.”

“Who said you were allowed to come back here?” She grumbled, eyeing the boxes.

“Well, this is my stuff and I have every right to come pick it up.”

“If it’s in my apartment, it clearly belongs to me.” She snarled.

You snapped. “Cut it out, Olivia. This was my apartment too, until you kicked me out last night. You can’t just claim my stuff as your because you’re salty about me having friends.” She was a spoiled brat, and you were done letting her get away with it.

“I’m not the salty one. Everyone can see it’s you.” God she was so annoying. You taped up the last box and turned to her. She held her phone in her hand. “Everyone say hi to my sister. You know, the one I posted about earlier before someone reported my post.”

“Are you live?” You asked, keeping your face expressionless. Olivia would do this.

“I bet some of you remember the few videos I did with her. Well of course that was before she turned against me and decided she was going to try and ruin me. Say hi, Y/n.” A sick smile played on her face.

“I never consented to being in your live, Olivia. Please stop.” You tried to keep your voice calm so that she wouldn’t have any way to make you look like the bad person. But regardless, she was already doing it.

Olivia cackled. “Well I think I’m free to do as I please in my apartment.” You could only imagine what her fans were saying. “You’re right, Andrea, she is an idiot, and I should have her arrested.” She spoke aloud making your blood boil.

“You’re so immature, Olivia.” You grumbled before grabbing the last couple boxes and moving towards the door. Olivia decided to swat the boxes out of your hand, and they fell tumbling to the ground. “What the hell, Olivia. I could have fragile stuff in there.” You growled at her.

Olivia was just laughing. “This is funny. What else should I do, guys?” She asked as she panned the phone around the room.

Her immaturity was giving you a headache. Poki walked in and saw Olivia.

“Oh hey guys, look who’s here. Pokimane.” She panned the camera to Poki who frowned. Olivia just laughed and started talking shit until she was cut off by the stream just ending. “What the hell.”

You gathered the last few boxes, and Poki came to help while Olivia attempted to start another live.

“What the fuck, it won’t let me go live.” She growled while stomping her foot like a child.

“That’s what happens when an influx of people report your live.” Poki spoke as you both had gathered the boxes.

Olivia was frowning. “What did you do, Y/n.” She wanted to pounce at her, but Y/n and Poki were already at the door.

“Y/n did nothing, but I got word of your little livestream and contacted some friends for help. It will be at least 24 hours before you can have another live. But with the amount of people who reported you, well you may be banned for a while.” With that, you and Poki left Olivia standing there is absolute shock.

You and Poki put the last boxes in the car. “Thank you, Poki. How did you get so many people to report it?”

“Well it was actually Corpse. He texted me and informed me that she was doing a live and bothering you. He had his fans go report it, but apparently Sykkuno and Rae also sent their fans. I was going to send mine, but they had it handled. So this was all Corpse.” She explained.

Hearing this made you feel so soft for Corpse. “Awe wow. That’s so sweet of him.”

The two of you entered the car. “Y/n, can I tell you something without you telling him I told you?”

You looked over at her. “Yes, sure.” Your heart rate kind of picked up.

“Well the other day, Corpse admitted he has feelings for you, but he wasn’t completely sure if you felt the same way for him. But I mean I can clearly see you do. Your whole face just lit up when I mentioned him. So do you?”

Heat filled your face and you suddenly felt shy. “I do, yes. Which is ridiculous because I just met the guy, and I don’t even know what he looks like. But gosh, I like him so much. When I talk to him, I feel happy. He’s been so good to me through this crap with Olivia.” You admitted, knowing she already knew.

Poki smiled and squealed in complete happiness. “You two are just the most adorable people! It’s not ridiculous. We pretty much knew from the first time you joined us, that Corpse was into you. But oh my god, you’re into him. You need to tell him!!!!”

You agreed, Corpse deserved to know. “I do. But how? It’s been a really long time since I’ve told someone I liked them. Shit, I feel like I’m in high school again!”

This made Poki giggle. “Calm down, Y/n. I have a plan. Let’s get back to the apartment and we will talk about this. Rae also wants to be involved in this.”

Back at her apartment, you had jumped onto a call with Rae and the three of you talked about what your plan was for you to tell Corpse what you felt for him. Rae and Poki decided to organize an Among Us game strictly for fun and no one would stream, they would also use Proximity chat.

“So we will get him to follow you around until one of us is imposter, then we will lock you into wherever you end up. Do it then” Rae explained sounding so excited.

“Okay, that can work. Let’s do this!” You were nervous but also excited to finally do something good for yourself.

You and Poki set up for the gane and Corpse sent you a text.

Corpse

Are you joining the game tonight?

Seeing a text from him, made you feel giddy.

Y/n

Yep I am. So I will see you in game?

Corpse

Yes you will, angel.

Cue the insane butterflies.

**

The lobby loaded and it was you, Corpse, Poki, Rae, Sykkuno, Karl, Tina, Sean, Toast, and Leslie. All streamers you had grown to like a lot in the time you have been playing with them.

“Y/n, I am so happy you’re playing with us!” Tina gushed as her little character ran around yours.

“I’m happy to be here.” You really were.

“You’re sister is a piece of work, Y/n.” Sykkuno said.

You giggled. “Don’t I know it.”

“What did she do this time?” Sean asked.

“Decided to film a live when we went to get Y/n’s stuff from the apartment.” Poki explained.

“Oh, that’s gross.” Karl commented.

“I have to thank Corpse for helping.” You stated to the group.

“Yeah Corpse was quick to text us.” Sykkuno added.

“You’re welcome, Y/n. I wasn’t going to let her get away with what she was doing. Truth is, I got a bunch of fan DMs that were telling me what Olivia was doing. So a lot of my fans were already reporting it, but the tweet helped.” Corpse’s deep voice soothed you.

“I appreciate it so much. She was just being an immature brat as always.”

The group laughed before deciding to start the game. Poki and Rae agreed to text you when either of them were imposter. Now it was a matter of getting Corpse to follow you.

The group was on the Polus map, which seemed to be a favorite for everyone.

Rae

We should lock them in weapons.

Rae had texted you and Poki through the group text.

Poki

That’s the best place for them.

Y/n

Okay but I still have to get him to follow me.

Rae

He will. Just wait, I have a plan.

You trusted Rae and Poki to help you. Now it was time to admit it all to Corpse and hope he genuinely liked you back.

Y/n

Let’s do this!

PART THREE  >>                                         

[imhereforvibesandkneecaps]

Run and hide

Jock bully Sero x y/n

Inspired by @miggiisdumb (Ily queen❤❤)

Warnings : sex, primal play, blood, overstimulation, drug use +18

MNI DO NOT INTERACT YOU LIL SHITS

you ran, you had to. You didn't know why you agreed to this, you were just sitting on your couch only an hour ago, with your roommate Mina, who dragged you to a party. At the party, the host of it, Bakugo, had the grand idea of playing a game of truth or dare. A pretty stupid idea, you thought to yourself. But he was drunk so that might've been the reason he came up with this dumb idea. A bunch of people sat in a circle, you sitting next to Mina. Bakugo was setting the rules up, and you weren't listening. You had been spacing out for maybe ten minutes, until you noticed Mina elbowing you in the ribs. It jolted you out of your day dream to start paying attention to your surroundings. You noticed that one of bakugo's friends was pointing at you, with a big grin on his face. He had black hair tied up in a small ponytail and a piercing on his eyebrow. He wore a black hair of sweatpants and a jacket he got from being on the basketball team. He had dark eyes, with his scleras red from smoking weed. "Y/n. You got about an hour to avoid me around the campus."

"what?" You ask cluelessly. It was clear you hadn't been paying attention, at all. "And if you find me?" Mina sighed loudly.

"you're not allowed to ask, its his choice. If you had paid attention you would've known. Now go! You got about five minutes to hide!" She squealed happily. She pushed you up and out of the house. You were still dumbfounded. You came to the realization that they might've just kicked you out of the house because you were being boring. You sighed, annoyed and just started walking towards your hoise, because Mina drove you guys here. You started walking, but you felt some sort of anxiety, so you checked your phone to see the time. It was 1:43 am, you left the house two minutes ago by now. You started to walk A little faster, being a bit paranoid. You started to text Mina, embarrassed and angry. 'If you wanted me to leave you could've just asked instead of embarrassing me in front of anyone.' You pressed send and sighed, annoyed. About two minutes later you got a text back 'gurl, you better start running, Sero is about to leave the house to get you.' You scoff and text her back 'haha real funny asshole, just know when I get home I aint helping you with setting up your room anymore.' You check the time again. 1:47 am. You feel even more anxious, and Mina texts back, scaring you a bit. "He just left the house, you got about an hour Y/n good luck!" You almost yell, you're annoyed that she keeps going on with this stupid bit, but you still feel this feeling of unease around you. "Yeah sure, fuck you and your friends. " you put your phone in your pocket and keep walking. You hear a noise behind you and you snap your head back quickly behind you. There was nothing, you sigh and scold yourself for being paranoid. You keep walking to your house until you're maybe a block away from it. You go and text Mina again 'yeah, I don't see your little friend around here. Thanks for making me walk home btw🖕' you shove your phone in your pocket and keep walking. You hear a ding from your phone, she texts back 'you're no fun! And he is, you don't have to believe me until he gets you. Have fun, btw he thinks you're cute so I hope you think he is too.' You sigh and just look at the time. 2:03 am. Whatever, you shouldn't care. You get closer to your house until you hear a sound of footsteps behind you. You look behind you and see nothing, and take a deep breath. "No one is there, dumbass." You mumble to your self

"well now y/n you sound like bakugo right now. Don't know if it fits you chica." You freeze. Holy shit. You turn around to face Sero. He had a grin on his face still, but it seemed to be a bit darker. "Ill count to ten before I start running after you, Mi Amor." He whispers. You were still frozen, your face heating up. "Uno....dos..." He starts counting. You start running past him. He's now on 5, you keep running. Now were in the present, you're still running as fast as you can. You get to your house, but you know you can't make it through the front door, you didn't have a key and the password would waste time. So you go for the backdoor. You go through the fence door to the back yard and to the backdoor. You feel a sense of a relief. Until you see the reflection on you on the glass on the door... And Sero's. Your blood runs cold. You try to open the door but its too late. He grabs you roughly and slams you against the grass of your backyard. "Should've been faster Chica." He says darkly.

"get off of me you Fuck!" You yell. This doesn't stop him, it fuels him more now. He grabs his phone and takes a photo of you and him. You feel humiliated and scared, and slightly.... Aroused?

"no can do Chica. I won, you were too slow, so I get to do what I want now. " he says with a smile. You look at him taking off his jacket, he had a black wife beater on. Fuck he looked good on him. You were just glad that the back porch lights were on. "Relax pretty girl, ill make it enjoyable." He whispers in your ear, sensually. You can feel your breath hitch as he starts to peel off your leggings. You feel yourself getting more aroused. Fuck, this can't be happening. He slid his hands down to your bare thighs. "fuck, so fucking sexy Chica. Can't wait to taste." You heard a ripping noise and felt your wrists being tied up. He sat you up against the backdoor. Your bottom now exposed to this feral looking man. He looked you straight in your eyes and without a warning shove two fingers in your cunt. You let a squeal of surprise " well, I need to prep you darling. " you glare at him "hey don't get mad at me, you lost." He grinned. He started to curl his fingers. You felt yourself tightening against this new feeling, You arch your back as a result. "You're so pretty like this." He coos

"fuck you asshole." You say breathlessly.

"that's the plan sweetheart." He throws your legs over his shoulders out of nowhere. You felt a soft tongue against your clit. You gasped and twitch at the feeling. "Fuck, so fucking good." He murmers something in Spanish that you couldn't understand and starts to suck against your folds. This makes you moan out loud and buck your hips, god why did it have to feel so good? He Slurped and sucked against your cunt, happy you were moaning, knowing it was a sign he was doing it right. You were sopping wet at this point and your eyes were brimming with tears. He kept kissing your cunt. "Good girl, wanna cum? Wanna cum for me, like a pretty little slut?" He asked, shoving his fingers in and out of you. You whine and nod your head vigourusly, you felt so close to coming. You needed to, you needed to cum so badly.

"please, fuck, please Sero." You beg, like a dumb slut. He pulls out his fingers, you were so close, so so so close. You start to cry. "You jerk! I was so fucking close" you cry out, this earns you a harsh slap against the ass. You hiss at the pain. He lays you down and starts to pull down his pants, you felt so hot and airy now.

"calm down chica, you will." He Pulls down his underwear and his cock springs free, slapping against his stomach, it was long and thick. You were worried it wasn't gonna fit. He rubs his hands against your cunt, making you squeal again, and rubs your juices against his cock. He positions himself against your cunt and puts one hand on your face. "This might hurt." He whispers. With no warning he shoves himself in, immediately bottoming out. You short circuit a little as your body clenched around his intrusion. He groans happily and starts chuckling "fuck yeah" he mutters breathlessly. "so fucking tight, Im gonna fucking ruin you, you sweet little bitch." He grabs you by the hair and starts pounding into you, you moan and scream with every thrust. He would bite against your neck and legs and ripped off your shirt like an animal. He dove right for your breasts while still pounding you without even slowing down. He licked and but at your nipples harshly and slapped your ass anytime you cussed. You were covered in hickeys and bite marks, which some of them even bled, which he licked obviously. You felt so close again, you wanted to grab him but your arms were tied up, so you lay your head against his chest.

"please let me cum.." you whisper in his ear, this made him even more feral. He started to pound into you harder. You felt him bite against your shoulder really hard as he pushed into you, he sounded like he was growling almost.

"Wanna fucking cum? Wanna cum like the little slut you are? Ill let you cum pretty girl." You felt him bully your cervix even harder until you squirted everwhere, on his stomach, both of your guy's thighs and the floor. You moan out weakly from your high and you hear him huff. He went back to pounding you though. "wait! S-Sero! I just came I ca-" he silences you with another slap to the ass, that was definitely gonna leave a mark.

"you wanted to fucking cum right, Mi amor? Well your gonna cum until you can't fucking talk and Im gonna cum until Im all out, got it?" You nodded helplessly as he pummels into you relentlessly he made you cum god knows how many times now, and you couldn't talk anymore and everything was hazy. Your body was covered in hand prints, bruises, hickeys and bite marks. Once he finally came, his moan sounded so angelic to your ears. You felt his warmth in you, it was so thick and hot, and you wanted it all in your tummy, which he was planning on doing. He grabs you by the neck and slams into you again, this goes on for god knows how long until you two are finally fucked out. By this point the sun was starting to come up and you could hear Mina's car pull up. You didn't care at this point and you and sero looked at the fence and saw Mina poke her head of the corner and made eye contact with both of tou. You two were both completely naked and she covers her eyes and yells,

"I told you I wasn't lying!" Sero started to chuckle and finally released your hands and rubbed your wrists. "good work MI amor. Next time we do this, try to run faster though, its fun watching you get scared." He then kissed your wrist and put on his sweatpants and brought you inside the house, you still being completely naked and walked past Mina. He brought you to your room and laid you on the bed and kissed your head and whispered loving words to you as you fell asleep. You gotta thank Mina for dragging you to that party after all.

IM FINISHED HELL YEAH!!

Tags : @miggiisdumb

#sero x yn #bnhasmut

[astrology-india]

How to Cope When a Libra Man Ignores You

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How to Cope When a Libra Man Ignores You

You are probably wondering why the Libra man who swooped in to charm your socks off is now nowhere to be found?

It may surprise you that it is not an uncommon theme for the Libra, nor is it necessarily the death of your relationship with him either, especially if you know what to do when a Libra man ignores you.

When a Libra Man Ignores You?

What happened to your Libra man? The one who seemed easygoing and so much fun? Why is he suddenly serious and distant now?

It does not make a whole lot of sense, but when you understand the Libra man, it is a little less confusing.

He is Flimsy

The Libra man comes across as dominant, yet at the same time soft and sweet. He is masculine while being strangely in touch with his feminine side.

By all accounts, you would expect him to be someone who you can rely on, a strong-willed guy who will stand his ground and stick to his guns.

And he can be that man, however, one negative aspect of Libra is that he can also be unreliable and indecisive.

The guy might have no idea what it is that he wants in the first place, making it impossible for him to stick to anything. If he is that type of Libra, then you can bet that he flip-flops in most of his relationships.

This is not all bad news. Most Libra men who pull the disappearing act really just need some time to work things out.

What it Means When a Libra Man Stops Trying

It means something is missing from the relationship, and that something could be the main thing he needs in order to have a purpose in life as a man.

It is a deep emotional obsession that most men have but rarely talks openly about. Unless they have a Ph.D. in male psychology and masculinity needs.

This emotion in a Libra man is overlooked by most women because they don’t understand it until it is sometimes too late. Once you know about it, it’s really simple to use it to your advantage.

If you want your guy to show you love and the attention you deserve, you need to hook into the underlying reason which is explained in a video by relationship expert James Bauer entitled His Secret Obsession.

You Hurt His Feelings

Libra is not a sensitive, over-emotional sign by any means. The man is rational and shoots straight from the hip. This is strange because when he gets hurt it could seem just the opposite.

The Libra man does not forget, nor does he forgive that easily. In this sense, he is the Scorpio of air signs, only less vengeful. Mostly, you will never even know that he is upset or what it was exactly that you have done.

The Libra man is usually highly diplomatic and prefers not to rock the boat. So, if you did something to upset him, he will deal with it passively, like ignoring you for example.

Your Libra Man is Busy

Libra deals with balance in all aspects, and his life’s theme is to learn the art of it. It only makes sense then that Libra is a sign of self-improvement.

Believe it or not, this can take up a lot of his time and also lead him to distance himself from others on occasion to focus.

Sometimes his need to recalibrate and improve is his own fault. His indecisiveness, procrastination, and tendency to indulge often knock things out of whack for him, then it becomes his mission to fix it.

His other extreme is to socialize and have fun 100 percent of the time. Either way, the Libra man knows how to keep himself busy.

It Is a Surface Level Attraction

Libras are connoisseurs of everything beautiful. They are highly aesthetic beings who love the world of art and comfort and pleasant surroundings.

But this overindulgence in what is visually pleasing gets him into trouble as far as his relationships are concerned.

He is attracted to people with physical beauty and sometimes he fails to see beneath the skin.

If this is the reason for your Libra man’s sudden disappearance, it does not mean necessarily that he does not like you or your personality. Perhaps he never gave himself the chance to know you in the first place.

He is not Interested

One of the great tragedies of our existence is that love is not always reciprocated. Just when we swear we have met the one, reality slaps us in the face as we watch him heading for the front door.

Libra men have their types, sometimes that type is himself. But like any sign, there are people with astrological differences who we cannot seem to relate to no matter how hard we try.

Sometimes our zodiac opposites can seem like they are from Mars and speak a different language.

If you want to give it all you’ve got to make it work with a Libra man, you have to understand this “greater” emotion that he needs satisfying.

It’s an obsession he can’t explain but provides the key to his heart when a woman understands how to unlock His Secret Obsession here.

How to Get a Libra Man to Stop Ignoring You

Sometimes your Libra guy just needs a wake-up call to get him to stop ignoring you. Ring his alarm by trying some of the tips out below.

Talk to Your Libra

Talk to your Libra man because the Libra male appreciates honesty.

Even though you are upset with him for bailing on you, and probably will not believe this, but he is fair, just, and strives to do what is right.

He can however be a little self-absorbed without even realizing it and maybe is unaware of his actions or their consequences.

It is important not to accuse him or engage him in a war of words. This will upset the diplomatic Libra who will only take so much of conflict before he shies away.

Send Him Flirty Text Messages

The Libra man approaches flirting like a sport, one in which he is a skilled master. It is truly an art form for him and he sees it as a dance- a push and pull, or a back and forth.

This dance heats things up by building attraction and passion, even more so if you can give him a run for his money.

Shoot your guy a flirty text, but make sure you bring your A-game. Be smart, witty, challenging, and most of all, fun.

If you would like a little help with the phrases you can text that trigger his mental G Spot and activate his subconscious desires for you, I can recommend Text Chemistry by relationship guru Amy North.

Help Him to See the Good You Bring to His Life

This can be done in a bunch of subtle ways, or you can go all out and be blatant and straightforward, whichever suits you best.

What is important is that you can get the point across without looking like it is what you are trying to do.

If he can see you are someone who adds value to his life – more specifically, that you help bring balance and harmony to it – he might just recognize you as a good choice for him, almost like you make him feel complete.

Brush Up on His Interests

The Libra man loves to talk and connect with others. What better way to do so with someone than to have common ground? For instance, something that he is passionate about?

Get your Libra man going again by showing him you can hold your own in a conversation about his interests, and a bonus if you are a good listener because we all know that he needs one.

Be Patient

Whether your Libra guy has left to go work on himself, hang out with other people, or he is trying to make up his mind about the relationship, the best thing you can do is to be patient with him.

I know, this one can seem difficult, and it might not be what you wanted to hear. But Libra is represented by the scales of justice and the scales must tip. When he regains his balance and direction, they might just tip in your favor.

Final Thoughts

How the Libra man can go from the life of the party, the charming guy who stole your heart, to be like a ghost is straight-up baffling to those unequipped with the knowledge of his inner workings.

By understanding, this “greater” thing he desires in a relationship you will secure his love and devotion. Become the only woman he ever wants. This video explains exactly how to do it.

Once you understand why your honey is M.I.A., it is a lot easier to know what to do when a Libra man ignores you so you can get him to stop once and for all.

[hatsukeii]

can i request a tsukishima scenario? When he is feeling sad so his fem! S/o pampers him with kisses in his face and hands, and maybe cuddles 🥺🥺

*cough angst with fluff ending *cough

I have to make it up to you guys for the last Tsukki angst right?

Before slamming another multitude of depressing scenarios but don’t worry about that for now.

lol I genuinely love this prompt so much though, tysm anon!

Always, I’ll care//Tsukishima x Reader

Word count: 2000+

Warnings: Mild swearing, mentions of divorce, mentions of anorexia, ✨cyberbullying✨

Summary: Tsukishima’s been out of it for week but you can’t seem to pinpoint why, until he finally reaches out.

Yeah, you were absolutely certain that something was up with Kei at this point. There was, without a doubt, something that had been bothering him terribly. Whatever this thing was, it was draining him of his usual spirit. The usual glint of mischief that sparkled in his eyes has been gone for weeks, now replaced by a dull golden. He hasn’t bantered with any of his teammates throughout the last few practices, he hasn’t made an extra effort to make you feel short, nor has he reached out to anyone at all. His sharp tongue was gone, along with his usual tendencies to taunt other students. You haven’t been able to reach him in what felt like forever. He hasn’t replied to any of your texts, hasn’t walked you home at all, nor has he invited you over for your study dates. This felt weird. This didn’t feel right at all. This wasn’t the Kei you were used to, but at the same time you had no idea what you could do to make him feel better. He was too closed off for his own good, keeping everything to himself and letting his worries eat him up from the inside.

You heaved a heavy sigh, shoving your books into your locker. He had ignored your text again. This was the seventh one in a row that he had left on seen. Everyone who knew him was worried, especially you and Yamaguchi. He refused to tell even Yamaguchi what was up with him these days.You two had all the reasons in the world to be extra wary of his mental state. “(Y/N), you don’t think he’s okay either, do you?” The freckled boy mumbled next to you, grabbing his notes from the locker next to yours. “No, he’s definitely not okay. Constantly having his headphones on is never a good sign. The last time he was like that was when his parents got divorced.” You slammed your locker door shut as hard as you can, earning quite a few glares from other students that were startled by the noise. “Jesus, I haven’t been able to reach him for weeks. What the hell happened?” You pressed your forehead to the locker door, squeezing your eyes shut. “He’s been out of it at practice too. Tsukki almost never misses his blocks against anyone, but he’s been doing terribly in practice. Coach Ukai had to put him on the bench last week. What’s up with him?” Yamaguchi recalled, shaking his head a bit. “Hell, as if I’d know. I’ve been trying to check up on him for weeks, but he’s left all of my texts on read.” You removed your head from the metal door, before heading to class, where you had to deal with a dead silent, gloomy, angsty Tsukishima for about an hour, before school ended. 

You were curled up on your bed, a million thoughts rampaging through your mind, every single one of them being about Kei. It’s been half an hour since school ended. You walked home with Yamaguchi. Tsukishima was nowhere to be found. It was as if he had abandoned you two and left on his own. No, scratch that, he probably did leave alone. Was he doing okay? What happened to him? Did he fail a test or something? Oh no, did his parents get back together again? Even worse, did he get invited to his dad’s wedding with his new wife? Or maybe he was just fed up with you? Wait, what did you do? Did you piss him off? Oh god, it must’ve been the time where you forgot to bring him that strawberry shortcake you promised to make him. Or was it that time you were late for your date and he almost didn’t make it in time for the premiere of that new Jurassic Park movie? Your train of thoughts was rudely interrupted by the ringing of your phone. You lazily slapped a hand across your nightstand, grabbing your phone from the charger and pulling it towards you. Your eyes widened at the contact that was shown on the screen. You sat up at an inhumanly speed, accepting the call as you brought your phone to your ear. “Kei?” “(Y/N), can you- can you come over? Please- please come over.” He was audibly sobbing, tiny sniffs making their way into his sentences. “Oh-oh god, yeah, of course, I’ll be there in five, stay put, don’t worry.” You changed into a random pair of sweats, and took off to Tsukishima’s house, grabbing a bunch of candy and some shortcake on the way, just to make him feel a bit better.

You slowly creaked open the door to his room, taking a peek. The blond haired boy was sitting in front of his laptop, a hand over his mouth as tears slowly dropped onto the keys. His eyes were bloodshot, presumably from all the crying. His phone was in his other hand, the knuckles of his fingers white from gripping the piece of technology so tight. Your heart clenched at the sight. It was as if an entire army fired arrows at your heart simultaneously, and all the arrows managed to pierce through that pulsing lump of muscle. The boy, that you cared for so dearly, was breaking down, and no one knew except for you. “Kei....” You opened the door a bit more, lightly treading on the wooden floor of his room as you approached the taller male. “Am I worthless?” The blond whimpered out, his eyes never leaving the screen. Your gaze landed onto the computer screen. You gave out an audible growl after reading what was shown on the monitor.

From: Unknown

To: Tsukishima Kei

Dear Tsukishima,

I hope you know that you’re the reason your parents got divorced, you little shit. I wish for no one to ever love you. Everyone that dates you should only date you out of pity. You’re worthless. No one truly cares about you. You could kill yourself and no one would notice, you anorexic blond bitch. Stay your ass scrawny while everyone buffs up xx

Sincerely, Your dad- oh wait you wish, he probably can’t even remember who you are

Your face darkened at the disgusting email that was sent to your boyfriend. How dare someone say such hurtful things to him. Tsukishima sighed, his head hanging low. “You can’t even answer it. I already know I’m worthless, I don’t need you to rub it in either. I thought you could help.” Your head snapped towards the blond, misbelief and rage shining through the look you gave him. “Kei, how long have you been receiving emails like this? Why didn’t you tell me-” “Just answer me first.” You were taken aback by his tone. It was hurt, definitely, but almost in a hopeless way. You brought your hand up to cup his tear stained cheek, drying it with your thumb as your other hand went up to ruffle his hair. “How could you ever be worthless? Even if everyone else thought you were worthless, I’d still think you’re the most precious thing in the world, and you better not let anyone tell you otherwise.” Tsukishima let out a strained sob, nuzzling his face into your warm hand, before taking a deep breath. “This person, whoever it is, they’ve been sending me these emails for a few weeks. At first, they weren’t that bad, but then it started to get personal. They attacked my family situation, my relationship, and my body.” Your nose scrunched up in disgust. “What kind of sick freak attacks someone’s family situation?” The blond shakily sighed. “Apparently this person.” You shook your head, shoving your face into your hand. “We all know they got divorced because your mom caught him cheating. It’s clearly not your fault. You dad was in the wrong and you know it.” He sulked a bit, before continuing. “Well they’ve also been calling me anorexic for weeks.” 

Your eyebrows furrowed at this new information. Never in a million years did you think Kei would think so heavily of his own body image. He always struck you as a carefree, unbothered person. Who would’ve known he was so insecure underneath it all? “Kei, why didn’t you tell me about all this?” “I didn’t want you to worry. I thought I could deal with this on my own, but then they started bringing up by dad and me looking anorexic. Apparently I’m too skinny for anyone to appreciate. No one wants an anorexic person. I’m not even anorexic but I’m getting offended by this. I can’t help being lanky you know.” You heaved a dry chuckle. “Seriously? Body image issues? Tsukishima god damn Kei look at yourself and tell me you have a terrible body. Do it.” He was visibly shocked, looking down at himself. “Exactly. You can’t.” Your hand went down to grab his, pulling him on his feet. You pulled his sleeve up, giving his shoulder a tiny peck. “Look at you. You’re built like a whole ass Greek God. You’re like lowkey ripped, how in hell’s name did you manage to believe in that asshole’s emails?” Next, you led his hand to your face, giving each finger a kiss. “Somehow your fingers are still intact for me to hold, even after winning so many sets with your insane blocks.” You let go of his hand, slowly trailing your fingers along his face. “Your eyes are deadass the most perfect thing. I don’t think I can enjoy the sun anymore, your eyes are enough for me to get mesmerised in.” You pulled his face down, giving both his eyelids a tender peck. You squeezed his cheeks, before squishing them between your palms. “You may be lanky and muscular, but your cheeks are still as squishy as ever. I love squishing them so much, they’re like a baby’s cheeks.” With that, you gave both his cheeks a peck, before finally moving to his forehead, giving it a gentle kiss. “Right here, is where the magic is put to work. Everything you’ve been through, learned, felt, all stored right here. Your mind is quite the battlefield, constantly giving you conflicting thoughts about yourself. You’re still dealing with everything that’s been thrown on you. From your parent’s divorce, to your brother’s lie, to the shitty emails. But that mind of yours, also managed to find a way to block THE Ushijima Wakatoshi. It’s aced so many exams for you, it’s helped you get to me, and it’s helped you make up those snarky one liners that you love to use so much. I know what I say might not make any significant difference, but I just want to let you know how I feel. I think you’re a complete badass, a hotshot middle blocker, and one of the hottest people I’ve landed my eyes on. So many people care about you, so please never render yourself worthless. Please.” At this point, Tsukishima had stopped crying, now looking at you with wide eyes. “How could your words ever be insignificant to me?” His arms were instantly wrapped around you, pushing you into his chest. It was dead silent in the room. You could hear his heartbeat in your ear. “Thank you... so, so much.” His voice cracked a bit as he whispered. You moved your head up, giving him a soft, but passionate kiss, keeping your forehead in contact with his. “You don’t have to thank me, I was only stating the truth. Plus, you better report that asshole to the school, they’re gonna get what they deserve when the teachers find out who it is.” He pulled away, grabbing your hand and lacing his fingers with yours. “Why do you care so much anyways? You sent me like seven texts in a row at school. You should be pissed at me or something. I did leave you on read for weeks after all.” You laughed heartily, before drawing circles on his hand with your thumb.

“Always, I’ll care, dumbass.”

Is this fluffy enough for you guys? Probably not considering it’s still like part angst lmao but idc have fun reading it the angst will be back in a bit my dudes and I’m about to make Tsukishima suffer again I’m sorry I love him too but like I crave angst xx

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Rescued(Cole Stewart)

Cole didn’t die in In The Afterlight and he’s rescued from the red training facility. I made this to help with the pain of what happened to Cole in the books. I hope you enjoy :)

Find Cole, get out unnoticed, and meet back at the warehouse. Way easier said than done. Nico was able to figure out that the video they sent us was fake and that the body wasn't Cole's. So we gathered up what was left of our team to get him back. With Ruby at Thurmond and Liam gone it was up to us to get Cole. 

Vida was in the driver's seat listening as Chubs gave her the directions to the red training facility. I stared out the window as he talked.

-Two days ago-

“Please be careful and don't take any risks. In and out alright? Get what you need and that's it.” Cole was putting on his coat as I spoke. 

“You should be telling Liam that, he's the reckless one remember?” he said as we walked out of our room.

Liam and Ruby were hugging as we approached the tunnel door. “I'm being serious. I would like you back in one piece please.” Cupping my cheeks in his hands he rolled his eyes. “We will be careful and you will get me back in one piece.” 

I didn't want him going even if it was just to scope the place out. Anything could go wrong. And knowing that he got this information from Clancy didn't make me feel any better. I knew Ruby didn't like it either. 

Leaning in to kiss me he whispered “Might be two pieces though.” I slapped his arm as he laughed, placing a kiss on my lips. 

“Lets go so we can be back in time for dinner,” Liam said as Ruby stood on her toes kissing his cheek. Goodness they were adorable. A perfect match if I was being honest. 

Cole pushed Liam towards the tunnel door and then leaned down to Ruby. As if asking for a kiss on the cheek too. She flicked his cheek laughing “You’re ridiculous.” 

“Take care of things guys,” That was the last thing he said to us.  

-Present day-

“We’re getting close. We'll park a mile away then make the rest on foot. Sound good?” Chubs asked. 

“No we're gonna drive straight through the fucking building,” Vida replied. 

“Sometimes I ask myself why I like you,” 

“I ask myself that same question chubby chubby choo choo,” Vida’s response made me laugh. 

We were on foot now making our way towards the facility. The darkness was keeping us hidden as we got closer. My anxiety was through the roof. We had no idea what we were gonna find in there. What if they had already broken Cole the same way they did the other reds. Thinking about it made me sick. I had to stay hopeful. 

Once the building came into view we dropped to the ground behind a fallen down tree. The place was in the middle of nowhere, the perfect place to illegally keep a bunch of psi. 

“I see two guards at the front gate but none at the back,” Vida was using binoculars to watch the building. “You gotta block us from their vision until we can get up to the gate,” one plus to being an orange was making people see what I wanted them to see or see nothing at all. 

“Nico said he could only get the camera feed to loop for 5 mins so we have to be quick,” Chubs was looking down at the burner phone we’d brought. 

“They won't see us,” I said, getting ready to lock onto their minds. Ruby was more than willing to help me with my abilities and to teach me some tricks. She was the second orange I had met after creepy Martin. And I wasn't desperate enough to ask him for help.

Lucky for me these guards had weak minds that were easy to slip into. I was making them think the field was empty as we were right in front of them. 

“Alright, now work that magic,” Vida said. Chubs was scanning the area around us to check for more guards. 

“Open the gate asshole,” He did it with no hesitation. The female guard looked right past Vida and Chubs as they walked through the gate. I made sure that they wouldn't remember what I did. 

We ran straight to the back of the building out of sight. Ducking down behind a parked truck we looked at the map of the building Nico had printed for us. If we were right Cole would be on the second floor fourth door on the right. After double checking everyone knew the plan we made our way to the back door. 

Just as we reached the door it opened and we were met with a very confused PSF. Chubs’ mind was quicker than mine and without lifting a finger the man was face first on the cement. As we stepped over him I took that little memory of us out of his head.

There was no one else in the hallway the door opened to. I felt the minds of the PSFs who were in the security room as well as the psi who were sleeping. We moved swiftly through the first floor making our way to the second. It was dead silent making it easy to hear my heart thumping in my chest. 

When we reached the second floor I searched for his mind praying I’d find it. I’ve been in Cole’s mind before except the first time was not on purpose. I was working in the kitchen that day helping prepare dinner for the other kids. It was the feeling that someone was staring at you, but only two other kids were there with me. I reached out to that feeling only to find myself in Cole’s mind. It took me a second to figure out how this had happened. I realized he was thinking about me. He wasn't in the room with me yet his mind was focused on me. As quickly as I entered his mind I left it, scared to see something I shouldn’t. 

I knew it was him the instant I found it. He was awake, his thoughts were calm. 

Vida stayed at the door to the stairs to keep a look out while Chubs and I made our way to Cole’s room. I could feel that there were 3 other kids in there but they were sleeping. As I watched his back Chubs picked the door lock. 

The lock clicked as chubs said, “You ready?” Of course I am. I nodded. 

Slowly opening the door chubs poked his head in searching for Cole. Luckily for us his bunk was the closest to the door. I pushed past Chubs to get to Cole. He had his back to me. I reached over to grab his shoulder. When he turned to me he looked shocked. He was going to say something but I stopped him by putting a finger to my lips. Grabbing his hand I guided him out the door back to the stairs where Vida was waiting for us. 

“How the hell did you guys get in here?” Cole asked as we quickly but quietly went down the stairs. 

“We rode in on horses and politely asked the guards to let us in,” Vida answered. 

“Very funny,” He replied.

When we opened the door we were welcomed with the now very angry PSF that Chubs had knocked out. Before Vida could do anything he kicked her, sending her back against the building's wall. Before Chubs could use his gun I had already entered his mind. How angry he looked on the outside matched with what was on the inside. He went still as I took his memory of this very moment. Whenever I took someone's memory it was placed into my head like it was my own. I felt what he felt in that very moment. 

He just stood there staring at nothing as Cole helped Vida up. 

“Sit down and don't get up until told,” I commanded him. And that's exactly what he did.

Checking to make sure it was all clear Chubs motioned for us to make our way to the gate. And just like before the guards didn't even know we were there. 

Hopping in the car Cole looked like he couldn't believe this was happening. “What did you think we were just gonna leave you behind?” I asked him.  

“No, I just didn't think it would be so quick. Thought I’d be stuck in there until after you guys dealt with Thurmond.” 

“Y/N wouldn't have let us leave you in there that long,” Chubs said, buckling his seat belt. 

“I was also getting tired of their crying,” Vida added. 

“What a good friend you are Vida.” I said sarcastically. 

“I know right.”

Cole moved to the seat next to me bringing me in close,“I told you I’d come back in one piece,” he said before kissing my temple. 

“You just got lucky,” I told him. 

We had been driving for 4 hours now. We were getting closer to the warehouse we were hiding out in after Clancy exposed the ranch. I watched Cole as he slept with his head on my shoulder. He looked so peaceful considering what had happened. He had a bandage on his neck from where he had been shot. He was lucky enough for the bullet to graze the skin. Chubs still had insisted on checking him out even though Cole argued that he was fine. 

I had him back and I wasn't gonna let him get hurt like that again. 

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Phantom Of The Opera

Requested by anon: Just wanna say that you're my favorite writer on Tumblr! ❤️ I have a strange request. Could you make one Thomas ShelbyxReader based on The Phantom of the Opera? The reader performs in a fancy theater and a man, the theater's ghost, is obsessed with her. And the Peaky Blinders have to wait for the performance to catch him 'cause he's a freaking ghost (Point of No Return scene) I don't know if you ever watched The Phantom of the Opera, but I can send you another message with more info if you want

Pairing: Thomas Shelby x reader

Warnings: Swearing, mention of stalking, smoking and alcohol, fluff, angst, mention of murder(?), slightly straying? idk man

Note: I’ve never seen the movie, so I’m not gonna be completely accurate, but it’s not supposed to be EXACTLY the movie, so I guess that’s okay? I hope you guys like it! Also.. don’t mind the singing parts... 😅 

so basically, it’s like the movie but there are MAJOR differences... oops

Special addition to the note!: I had some help!! Thank you so much @jenepleurepasbaby​ for the ideas as well as information from the movie, I can’t thank you enough!

Word count: 3,000+

Taglist: @captivatedbycillianmurphy, @stydia-4-ever, @matth1w, @redspaceace, @jenepleurepasbaby, @simonsbluee

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She adjusted her hair as the director dismissed everyone. Their practice was now cut short, dark coming closer and closer. Arthur was her ride, yet he lie asleep, and possibly drunk, in one of the seats. Y/n sighed, grabbing bunches of her large white dress. Her friends bid her goodnight as they walked out of the building, leaving Y/n and her lover’s unconscious brother alone and in silence.

Y/n was unsure of her part. Although they just practiced, she felt the need to go over a bit more. Arthur managed to sleep through the entire rehearsal, so who’s to say he wouldn’t sleep through her singing? She would need to wake him up anyway. So she sang, went over her parts, fell into the melody.

That was, until she heard it.

Until she heard him.

The rough organ, the voice. They clicked into her brain, her voice slipping and dropping silent. It took her by surprise. Though she stopped, the voice kept singing. He sounded beautiful, elegant, more perfect for the singing role of her on stage lover than the singing partner selected for said role was.

“Sir?” No response came to Y/n, but the man continued singing. She looked around, checking on Arthur in his intoxicated yet peaceful state, and then starting her mission. She wished to find the voice, so she followed it.

The louder it got, the bigger the pit in her stomach grew. It was a pit of nothing but fear and worry. She didn’t have Tommy with her, and Arthur was asleep, she knew she would need to be careful. Her hand wandered down to her side. Under the thick fabric of her gown, holster from Polly made specifically to hide on her garter clips, was a small gun.

A breath she didn’t realize she was holding released itself from her mouth, relief at the feeling of the cold metal. She hoped she would have no need to use it, but it was good to be cautious.

His singing was now echoing through the hall, signing his presence. Y/n turned and gasped slightly out of shock. She let her eyes study the figure in front of her, the white mask that donned the side of his face, his slicked back hair, the way his voice sounded...

It was almost like his voice was magic. Her eyes gleamed with an entranced look, like she wasn’t fully there.

His free hand reached for hers and before she could top herself, she slipped her palm into his. He stopped singing, leading her through the theater to wherever he was to take her. She couldn’t stop herself, it was hard enough to even thinking in her own voice with his angelic voice.

Now that she heard him in person, she realized she’d heard him many times before. She’d heard him in her dreams, the same voice haunting her, no matter it’s beauty. He called for her, summoning her to a place she had no knowledge of. 

The stories of the theater dubbed him the Phantom of the Opera, the ghost who would kill those who refused to do his bidding. 

“Reminds me of a certain family.” She remembered telling the story to Tommy and the other Peaky Blinders, referencing their work with teasing smile.

His voice summoned her ever since the first performance she’d ever done at this very theater, a man standing on the rafters and observing her rather intensely. However, she was not the one to spot him that time, instead a backstage worker. He pointed out the man, but Arthur assumed he was just drunk and told Y/n to just ignore it.

Oh how wrong he was.

The half-masked man seemed to have such a power, casting a spell on her and removing logic from her mind. Her face lit up by the torch in his hand as he led her down a staircase. A horse waited down

“Sing once again with me, our strange duet. My power over you, grows stronger yet.” He lifted her onto the horse and guided the dark steed down a ramp-like walkway. “And though you turn from me, to glance behind, the Phantom of the Opera, is there inside your mind.”

He helped Y/n off the horse, held her hand as he helped her into the small row boat. He rowed through the water, closer and closer to his lair. She didn’t know why, but she felt the urge to join in. Was it his spell? Making her feel this way?

“Those who have seen your face, draw back in fear.” It was definitely him. She couldn’t think of a time she’d ever sing something like this, aside from her performances. “I am the mask you wear,”

“It’s my voice they hear.” He continued to sing as she transferred to the operatic vocalizing. The masked Phantom encouraged her, stopping his song and listening to her breathtaking voice. “Sing, my angel of music!”

“Sing my angel...Sing for me!” She grew louder the closer they got, the grate lifting and allowing them entry to his underground lair. “Sing my angel! Sing for me!!” Y/n hit her final high note, cutting herself off as they came to a stop. The candles, which had risen from the foggy waters, were just now being processed with mild confusion. The events prior to her arrival in his hideaway were catching up to her, equally as mysterious.

“Listen my dear. Can you hear that?”

“Hear what?” The Phantom held her hand, helping her out of the boat.

“The organ, of course. I’ve played it for you, in hopes that you’d listen and find your way to me. And that, you did.”

“You were... playing it... for me?” Y/n raised her eyebrows curiously. He nodded, walking over and playing a few notes to the song she had been rehearsing before she wounded up in his secret home. “W-Why?”

“What better way to prove my love for you?”

Her mind gave itself a slap to the face, returning herself to full consciousness, the hypnotic state the Phantom had her in was nowhere to be found. “Excuse me?”

“Is there a problem? I’m simply stating my admiration for you. My undying heart, it beats only for you, and your marvelous voice. That man, the one who sent the other with you, he has no love for you. His heart holds no care nor affection for you. Alas, that is one thing he and I do not have in common.” The Phantom’s lips curled into a smile, a child-like innocence that could’ve tricked Y/n’s back into her trance.

But it didn’t. She pushed him away from her, making sure to not be too rough. “Why!? Why would you say such a thing!? You trick me into following you, just to reveal you wanted to rid me of my lover?”

“No, not just that-”

“Have you lost your mind?! I’m sorry, I can’t. It was a pleasure meeting you, dear Phantom, but I’m afraid I simply cannot except any offers you have. Your love is flattering, but my heart belongs to the one who actually does love me back.” Her hands gripped her dress again, pulling it up enough for her to move back to the row boat.

However, she couldn’t make it to the small boat on time. He grabbed her arm and yanked her towards him, forcing her to face him. “Please, Y/n, just let me prov-”

“How do you know my name?” A silence split between the two. He didn’t answer her question. She looked up at him slowly, curiosity overtaking her. He was distracted, unaware, it as the perfect time to strike. She reached for his mask, snatching it, but being pushed to the ground before she could see his face.

He growled, covering the side with his hand, screaming insults at her as she remained on the ground with wide eyes. She was too shocked to move. The push managed to take the breath from her lungs, resulting in small coughs when she tried to stand up.

“I- I’m sorry.” She reached for his cheek, the action startling him. He stumbled backwards, he reached forwards slowly when she held out his mask, ripping it from her hands. “Please, could you take me back to the theater?”

He didn’t respond. His own way of saying no.

“I’ll... um... I’ll be going then.”

He didn’t stop her. He wanted to, but he didn’t. Besides, she had a performance coming up, did she not?

. . .

“Y/n has called a family meeting!” Arthur stomped over to his chair, sitting and crossing his arms as he waited for the rest of his family.

“What’s wrong? Did something happen?”

“No, Pol, I’m fine...”

Arthur groaned and rolled his eyes. “Yesterday. Theater. Stalker. Tell them, Y/n.”

The family’s eyes shifted from Y/n to Arthur, then back to Y/n after he finished his sentence. “Fine. There was...a man... Um... Remember the ‘drunken man’ from my first performance?”

Everyone nodded. Esme stepped in, receiving a short glance from John, “What happened? Did your stalker try to kill you or something?”

“No no no, he wouldn’t do that.” The calmed family turned to Y/n with concern and confusion. Y/n looked at each one of them, anticipating their reactions. More specifically, Tommy’s. Jealousy and anger surged throughout his body, and somehow, everyone could tell. Jumping out of her chair, she walked over to him and pecked his lips reassuringly, “No, I’m not in love with him, if that’s what you’re thinking.”

“Alright alright, Tommy, stop being jealous, Y/n, we must be getting back to the point. Please explain what this meeting is for?”

“Ah yes,” She sat back down. “He um... well he took me somewhere. It was like..under the theater? I sang with him... he called me his ‘angel of music’, and he said my name...”

“What else did he do?” Tommy’s jaw clenched.

“He wouldn’t take me back, so I went back myself. He um... well he did do um.. something...”

Arthur slammed his cup onto the table, standing up quickly, ignoring the wide eyed glares from Linda and Polly. “Oh get bloody on with it! It’s not like you slept with him or something!”

“Damn it Arthur! Could you please just give her some fucking time!?”

“T-thank you, Pol... but Arthur’s right. The man... he... confessed.”

Lizzie was the one to react first this time. She seemed mentally absent from the conversation until the confession had been mentioned, her jaw dropping and eyes popping. “Confessed what?”

“His love. For- for me. I left at that point. He tried to tell me Tommy didn’t love me, but no words from anyone could ever make me believe that. It felt like he put me into some from of trance until then, which I snapped myself out of once he brought up love.”

Tommy started for the door, gun in hand, but was stopped by Y/n. “Please, just... just leave this be... let the coppers handle it, it’ll be alright.”

“Alright? Alright? All-fucking-right?” the blue eyed man pointed to the door, the veins in his hands were bulging. “Out there is a man who is stalking you, obsessing over you, and possibly targeting me so he can take you. And you’re gonna tell me it’ll be ‘alright’?”

“Tom... to be fair, you are being a little ov-”

“Ada, don’t you dare finish that fucking sentence. Tommy’s right.” If looks could kill, Arthur would be long gone by now. “When it first happened, she asked us to wait until it happened more, then it did. But she still didn’t want us to do anything. This time she had an in-person encounter with the creep, and she wants us to wait for coppers?”

He turned to Y/n, “Arthur’s correct. We waited, just as you asked, and now, it’s extreme. Please...” He returned his gun to it’s holster, taking her face in his hands, “let us deal with this.”

“I-” Her e/c orbs glanced around the room, zooming from person to person before giving in and locking eyes with the man in front of her and relaxing into his touch. “Okay... just, don’t hurt him. He seemed so... alone.”

“We can’t promise anything, but we’ll try our best. We’ll all come to the show, and we’ll be your protection, alright?” She nodded and kissed him back as he pressed his lips to hers softly. “Now, let’s get home.”

“Thank you everyone... I’m sorry about-”

“No.” Y/n’s head snapped up, quirking an eyebrow to Polly’s interruption. “Don’t be sorry. It’s gonna be okay. Get some rest, you have quite a performance to prepare for.” With that, she winked and smiled, waving goodbye to Y/n and Tommy as they exited the Betting Shop. She was right. They had a big day tomorrow, and there was no time for messing around.

. . .

As she sang, her eyes were focused on the audience, darting around in search for her lover and his family. The Peaky Blinders weren’t that hard to miss, but they soon became so when The Phantom entered onto the stage where her partner should’ve. She noticed quite quickly, the difference in vocal ranges, the height and figure differences. She would be lying if she were to say she didn’t feel even the slightest bit of fear.

Their voices danced together, the trance returning to her, her body and mind betraying her. The Phantom walked closer, lust filled his eyes, the trance-like-state forcing the same into hers. Tommy, in his seat, gripped his gun. Patience escaped him, replaced with burning jealousy and rage.

“When will the blood begin to race, the sleeping bud burst into bloom? When will the flames at last, consume us?”

They began towards each other. Arthur nudged Tommy’s shoulder, gesturing to some of the cast peaking from behind the curtain, obviously puzzled with Y/n’s singing partner. All the proof they needed that he was the man they were watching for.

Their voices joined, “Past the point of no return! The final threshold!” Tommy’s hold on his weapon grew tighter as Y/n and The Phantom closed the distance between their bodies. The stranger spun Y/n around and wrapped his arms around her stomach, his hands over hers. “The bridge is crossed, so stand, and watch it burn...”

Like a bull to a red flag, the sight of The Phantom’s wandering right hand traveling up Y/n’s chest and to her neck brought darkness to his eyes. “We've passed the point, of no return...”

Although the song was due to end there, The Phantom had other plans.

Y/n’s eyes opened as The Phantom’s voice continued. She was waking herself up, realizing her state and snapping out of it.

“Say you'll share with me one love, one lifetime... Lead me, save me, from my solitude... Say you want me with you, here beside you, anywhere you go, let me go too -  Y/n, That's all I ask of-”

He was interrupted by the screams of the audience. Y/n did what she needed to do. She had pulled the black mask free of his face, revealing to the audience just who he really was. Thomas took the screams as his cue and pulled his gun from it’s holster. He didn’t move, instead, he waited for a sign that would tell him that it was necessary. He preferred Y/n get out of this alive.

She looked to the Phantom with sorry emotion, genuine sympathy and hurt in her e/c orbs. The Phantom returned her reaction. He couldn’t be mad at her, but that wouldn’t stop him from having her.

Out of his peripheral vision, he noticed the coppers racing to the stage, pushing past people. He immediately grabbed hold of Y/n’s waist, as tight as he could, and cut the string to the enormous chandelier.

Tommy jumped up, alerting his family, directing each person to move out of the way. He froze, watching Y/n and The Phantom fall from the bridge, and into the ground. Tommy surged forward, leaning over the railing and screaming in agony, forced to watch the stalker escape through a hole in the ground with the love of his life. Polly, Michael, and Arthur grabbed Tommy, trying to pull him back. Even Pol had tears in her eyes.

It was never meant to go this way.

When did everything go so wrong?

What did they mess up?

. . .

The three brothers found their way through waters, ending up in The Phantom’s lair. Tommy’s eyes widened. Y/n, face covered in tears, mouth shivering, frozen in fear, stood there, next to The Phantom, in a wedding dress. She looked gorgeous, but Tommy couldn’t let that distract him.

“What the f-”

Arthur slapped a hand over John’s mouth, quieting him before they could be caught by the pair. He looked over to his other brother, scanning the look of worry on his face. His other hand rubbed his brother’s arm comfortingly.

“Pity comes too late,” The Phantom placed a veil on Y/n’s head, “turn around and face your fate! And eternity of this!-” he pointed to the scared side of his face, “before your eyes...” He calmed himself by looking into her eyes. Erik, the Phantom, placed a ring into Y/n’s hand.

Y/n walked to a covered mirror, taking off the veil as she walked. “This haunted face,” She tore down the cover, turning to Erik. It was clear that they were no longer strangers. “Holds no horror for me now. It’s in your soul; that the true distortion lies...”

John snorted a little, finding humor in the fact that they were still singing, but quickly shut up when Erik turned his head towards the noise. It was too late, far far far too late. He smirked mischievously.

“Wait, my dear, I think we have some guests!” He switched from singing to talking.

Her eyes followed his gaze, spotting Tommy, John, and Arthur. “Tommy!” She moved forward. Tommy mirrored her and pressed himself against the portcullis.

“Sir. Or shall I say, sirs. This is indeed, an unparalleled delight! I had rather hoped that you,” he made eye contact with Tommy, “that you would come!” Erik walked down the steps, next to Y/n. “And now, my wish comes true.” He pulled Y/n into her side. Tommy flinched upon hearing and seeing Y/n’s panic caused by Erik’s actions. “You have truly made my night.”

“Let me go-”

Everything broke from Tommy’s head. It was purely in the moment. For once he was acting with his heart, rather than his brain. “Free her!” Y/n stopped and looked to him with confusion, opposite to Erik’s looks of amusement. “Do to me whatever you would like, but please! Free her!”

“Your lover makes a passionate plea.”

“Please- Tommy... it’s useless...”

“Tom! She’s right, we can’t do anything with this stupid thing in the way.” Arthur grumbled.

“I love her!” He was speaking to everyone. From the heart. “Does that mean nothing? I love her! Show some compassion-”

“The world showed no compassion to me!” The brothers and Y/n faced Erik, small signs of empathy for the red and ruined side of his face.

“Y/n. Y/n, let me see her. Let me fucking see her!” Tommy kicked the portcullis harshly, showing his demand was not to be taken as a joke.

“Be my guest, sir.” Erik smirked wider and walked to a lever. He pulled it and the portcullis began moving upwards. Before he could say more, Tommy fired random shots. He could careless if he hit The Phantom or missed, his mission was to get Y/n and then skedaddle the fuck out of there.

John and Arthur exchanged glances and nods, joining Tommy in open fire towards the man.

Tommy reached Y/n, pausing and pressing a kiss to her soft lips, closing his eyes and melting into their short kiss. After the separated, he picked her up, one arm under her knees and the other somewhere above her waist. He nodded to her. Her arms wrapped around his neck.

“John! Arthur! Cease fire! I repeat! Cease fire!”

Erik chuckled madly, “Aren’t you going to finish me?” He looked at Arthur, then his gun. “Kill me!”

Arthur raised his gun. Aimed. Inhaled.

“Stop! Don’t kill him! Let him be... please...” Y/n faced Tommy with watery eyes, “let me down for a second, please.” Thomas hesitated, but followed the orders of his significant other. She kissed him once more, then walked to Erik and shooed the brothers away from him.

“W-what’re you doing!? Y/n! T-Tom, she’s gonna get hers-”

“Leave it Arthur. Y/n knows what she’s doing. I hope.” Tommy mumbled the last sentence under his breath.

They watched as Y/n caressed the cheek of the scared side to Erik’s face, her face scrunching with visible focus. She pulled him down to her, rested her forehead against his and whispered to him.

“Angel of music... thank you for this journey... Alas, twasn’t I that was destined to join you on it.” John shouted for her to hurry, the sound of the coppers growing near. “Run, dear Phantom, run and don’t ever look back. One day the world will except you...you just can’t force it.” 

Y/n reached for his hand, opening it and placing his ring in it, then folding it shut, just as he did to her hand. He smiled at her. He finally surrendered.

Tommy walked up to them, causing Erik to move back a bit. Tom stopped in front of the man and handed him a large amount of money, smiling with a heart full of sympathy. “Run, Phantom. As far as the coppers know, you’re dead. My uncle will have a boat, board it if you’d like. Start a new life.” 

The Phantom nodded, taking the money. But. He paused. “Go. Be free, my Angel of Music. You’ve shown me nothing but kindness and care, and I thank you for that.” The unfamiliar voices neared. Erik’s eyes widened, “Hurry! Leave! Go!”

Tommy grabbed Y/n, pulling her with him as they headed into the water and tried to ran through it. Y/n turned her head, giving Erik one last look, giving him one last nod, and smiling to him for the last time. They ran out the burning theater, Moss interviewed her, writers for news companies chased after her, but everyone was shooed away by her family.

At home, Tommy cradled Y/n’s cheeks, looking deeply into her eyes. “I thought I lost you...”

“Well I’m here, aren’t I?” She leaned forward, mumbling against his lips, “I missed you... I love you so much Tommy.”

Tommy closed the cap between them, staying for a few minutes. Peaceful. Quiet. Still in his suit and her in the wedding gown she was forced into. “I love you too, Y/n. Very much... Maybe this dress could do some use for us. Eh?”

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Future AU: A Promise Never Broken

Summary: Merula, Penny, Rowan, and Tulip have been on the run for weeks as they have been chased by Death Eaters. The former classmates would have been killed hadn’t someone came to their rescues.

Word Count: 2,907

"Come on, this way Penny!" Merula shouted, running and casting spells behind her as the Death Eaters chased her and her friends. "Rowan! Tulip! Come on!"

Three friends ran past Merula, covering her from behind, after making it into the abandoned house behind them. They shut the door and barracked it before looking for a way to get out.

"This has got to be the worst day ever!" Rowan said panting and wiping the sweat off his glasses. "What are gonna do now? I don't see any exits, and that door won't hold them back!"

"Khanna, shut up and let me think for a second," Merula replied.

"Look, I have at least one dung bomb left. We use Lumos to blind them last minute then make a break for it," Tulip responded.

"I have two more fire-breathing potions, and one wiggleweed potion left. I could use one on them before escaping too," Penny offered her idea to them.

"Okay, then let's go with that. Penny, drink up. Tulip, prep the bomb, and Rowan, have your wand ready," Merula replied prepping her wand.

Ever since Voldemort's resurrection, the wizarding world has been thrown into chaos. Dark wizards and many other creatures had joined his cause, whether out of pure loyalty or fear. Even the one they thought would never be corrupted, Jason Piscius Aurelius De Leone. Jason had been gone for months after being recruited by his brother, Jacob, and has been one of Voldemort's topmen in assassinations. Ismelda. Barnaby. Tonks. Andre. Ben. Jae. Diego. Liz. All killed by Jason. Merula was the most heartbroken out of all his friends. Over the years, they had been enemies turned friends, to lovers. The biggest betrayal she had ever felt in her life, was by the one she loved the most.

"It's still so hard to believe this though, Jason," Rowan muttered. "How are we going to fight this? Fight him?"

Merula stomped over to Rowan gripping him by his collar, tears creeping down her cheeks. She had bags under her eyes, revealing her lack of sleep for the past few days. Tulip and Penny tried to pry her off him as he squirmed.

"We have no choice, dammit! He betrayed us!" Merula shouted angrily. "I don't want to fight him, but our lives and the information we got from those bastards will help save at least the wizarding world!"

"Snyde, enough! Let him go!" Tulip said pulling at him. "We don't have time for this!"

"Merula, stop! Please!" Penny asked pleading her to let Rowan go.

She obliged her friends and let Rowan go. She was stressed by the emotional turmoil she was facing. Everyone was, and they needed to focus or be killed by their once friend.

There were murmurs outside and then complete silence.

BOOM

"Well well," one death eater said as he walked in smirking at the group of young wizards. "Four little wizards. Make your choice now. Join the Dark Lord or die?"

"Interesting, here's our counter-offer," Tulip replied throwing her dung bomb at the Death Eaters disorienting them temporarily. "Penny, now!"

On cue, Penny spewed fire on the Death Eaters, setting two ablaze and causing the others to jump out of the way. Merula and Rowan cast Lumos to blind the other Death Eaters before all four of them ran out of the building, following through the alleys till they met a dead end.

"Dammit! What now?" Merula spouted.

"End of the road, little Snyde and friends," said an all too familiar voice. Fenrir Greyback in his werewolf form followed by a group of Death Eaters. "Try as you might, you will fail as you did in Hogwarts."

Fenrir had caused many grievances for Merula. He turned Jason into a werewolf when they searched for the vaults during their time at Hogwarts. It was under him that Jason served, as well as Jacob.

"Time for payback you, you little twit!", as one of the Greybacks, Death Eaters cast Petrificus Totalus, binding all four of the weary wizards.

"It must be horrifying knowing you failed in protecting your friends and knowing the ones you couldn't save were by the one who loved you the most. Ah, I was surprised how far Jason would go to show his loyalty to the Dark Lord. But alas, I will be the one to kill you all."

Merula couldn't stop the tears from rolling down her face now. Was this how she'd die? Is this how her friends will die? All because of Jason, the man she grew to love through the years, corrupted to serve Voldemort.

Just as Greyback was raising his claws to kill Merula, a shout of a few voices came from nowhere.

"Incendio,"  shouted a large man setting one Death Eater ablaze.

"Bombarda," shouted two feminine voices sending half of the enemy into a wall.

"What is going on?!" shouted Greyback.

"A rescue. Configro," said a man, landing between Greyback and Merula. A man in a black coat. "Diego, free them!"

"On it Aurelius," said Diego as he cast Finite Incantium, freeing the four paralyzed wizards.

"Jason?!" shouted Rowan as he stood up surprised.

"Hey amigo, we can talk later," said the man, turning to look back on them. "I'll take a slap from you later il mio amore," Jason said as he winked at Merula.

"Get them Bean!," said Barnaby flying down on the back of griffin as it grabbed a Death Eater and tossed him over the roofs of a nearby building.

"Hey guys, sorry we're late," said Ismelda appearing behind a few Death Eaters and stunning them. "Baubillious!"

One by one, the Death Eaters were taken down, and with them, all of Merula friends appeared. Ismelda. Barnaby. Tonks. Andre. Ben. Jae. Diego. Liz. Even the Weasleys, Bill, and Charlie accompanied by a baby dragon that was setting some Death Eaters rear ablaze. Badeea had caused a few to be trapped in a small sketchbook. She couldn't believe the sight as their pursuers were being beaten while Jason was busy handling Greyback.

"Get clear guys," as Jason raised his wand. "Auguamenti!" sending a stream of water through the alley, chucking Greyback and his Death Eaters down. "Charlie! Where is the big guy?!"

As if on cue a large dragon flew down and grabbed Tulip, Rowan, and Penny. Charlie and Bill jumped on the dragon as the beast flew off with them. Ismelda flew off on her broom, along with Diego and Badeea. Barnaby and Liz flew away on Bean the griffin. Jason grabbed Merula before casting Baubillious on the drenched Death Eaters, knocking them all out.

"Let's go," Jason said as he flew off on his broom holding Merula in his arms.

"Aurelius, you better explain now, or I'll throw you off your broom!" she shouted as they soared behind their friends.

"Well, I would appreciate a thank you or a kiss but I know I'm in the doghouse," he said laughing softly. "I will explain everything once we get to the hideout, I promise."

"You better or I am casting the killing curse on you," she stated holding tightly to him to prevent falling off.

The gang had flown for what felt like hours till they landed in the garden of the estate that appeared to look abandoned. They fell as everyone jumped off their essential mode of transportation.

"Jason!" said Rowan and Penny as they ran at him ready to hug him but stopped midway as Merula slapped him.

"Why?!" she shouted angrily. "Why go and join Voldemort? How is everyone alive?!" she kept shouting as she repeatedly slapped him harder and harder.

He gestured for everyone to stay back as she kept hitting. Jason pulled her close as she began to sob and tried to fight out of his embrace. He gently stroked her hair as she wept into him.

"I'm sorry," he stated, "I was given orders by the Ministry and worked with Professor Snape to uncover some plans and hidden locations for Voldemort's top subordinates. But to win their trust, I had to act as an assassin."

"Orders?" she looked at him stunned. "You did all this stop Voldemort?"

"Yes, I'm sorry I couldn't tell you Merula. I did all I could to protect you and everyone," he said wiping her tears from her eyes. "I wouldn't betray them, and I wouldn't betray you. I said I'd protect you no matter what."

"Even throughout all this time you kept your promises, huh?" she said and flicked his nose. "I thought I told you I'd protect you too based on our promise, jerk."

"Ow! Well, I am stubborn as you fairly know. Again, I'm sorry I had to deceive you," he looked at his friends, "all of you. I did what I had to do. I don't expect forgiveness. And if you need to, go ahead and slap or punch me if it will ease your anger."

"Jason, we couldn't hate you but what you did was reckless," stated Rowan. "But you are our troublemaker mate." He said and smiled.

"To think you'd break a bunch of laws for the sake of stopping all this madness? I am impressed Aurelius," Tulip said walking to him and slapping him. "But if you're gonna break rules then let me help."

"It's good to know you're not evil Jason but please never do that again," Penny said as she hugged his side, and Merula looking up at him pouting.

"Haywood, you have three seconds to let go of my boyfriend," Merula said as she stared at Penny menacingly.

"Merula, at least one group hug we've been through a lot in the past few weeks," Penny wined.

"Fine, one time," Merula muttered.

All of the gang got together to commemorate their reunion as the vault solvers. They were happy to see their family was along again as a whole. After a moment of embracing, they made their way into the manner as Jason showed them the way in.

"Who's house is this?" asked Tulip.

"That crest, wait a moment. Jason, is this?" asked Rowan surprised.

"Welcome to the Aurelius manor. The United Kingdom manor anyhow," Jason stated embarrassed. "I got plenty of room so you all can have your own space to rest."

Jason gave everyone a tour of the manor and explained all the exits should they be attacked. By the time he finished all his friends had followed him to the dining area. They sat and ate as he explained more of the mission as one of Voldemort's minions and where the final battle would take place. Afterward, his friends went to their assigned rooms to get some much-needed rest. Jason went to his living room and stood by the fireplace lost in thought.

"You know, I am still quite angry with you. Yes?" Merula said as she walked to him.

"Well given how many times I was slapped I would have no idea," he said turning to face her. "But I wanted to keep you safe. Merula, I don't know how many times I have to say, but I'm-" Jason was cut off by her lips against his.

"Shut up, and I heard enough. I forgive you, but you're going never to do something this reckless again," she said placing a hand on his chest. "Am I clear Aurelius?"

"I promise," he said taking her hand into his kissing it. "My cover was blown anyway to save you, and I don't regret it." Jason caressed her cheek and smiled down at her. "I missed you Merula."

"I missed you too Jason," Merula replied stepping up to kiss him again.

"I won't leave you ever again," he said as he renewed their kiss.

"You better or you're gonna be in a world of trouble beloved," Merula said smirking up at him.

"I would never dream of crossing you," he said kissing her forehead. "I had seven years of that already amore."

"Well, I am the most powerful witch in the world."

"And the most beautiful witch in the world," he responded.

"How I miss your flattery," she said leaning into his chest.

"Ready to win a war?" he asked her smirking down.

"With you? Believe it." Merula said holding tightly as if he'd vanish.

Jason was one to take the necessary risk for those he loved. Merula knew that all too well. Putting his life on the line while saving her and protect her from the likes of many dangers before. Together, they will help put this world right and keep it from the likes of Voldemort and his Death Eaters.

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For the writing prompt? Erwin/Eren/Levi and #139: “This place gives me the creeps.”

Bless you for sending this prompt, writing it made me so happy :DShoutout to writing mastermind @perksofbeingawaifu for introducing me to the beauty that is surgeon!Eren and drafting with me a canon au where Grisha actually applies some basic parenting skills XD

Rating: Teen and up

Pairing: Erwin x Eren x Levi

Characters: Levi Ackerman, Hanji Zoe, Eren Jaeger, Erwin Smith

Tags: Canon divergence, surgeon!Eren, one armed Erwin, injuries, amputation, hospitals, mentions of unspeakable and outdated medical procedures, awkward flirting, pining, fluff, lots of smooches

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The man leaning against the wall next to the hospital’s back entrance held his face into the sun with his eyes closed, so Levi could study him at his leisure.

His face was handsome enough, with strong features and a soft, sensuous mouth. Long chestnut hair was tied into a neat ponytail and shone in the sun.

He would have looked as appetizing as a cup of hot tea sided by fresh shortbread… if it wasn’t for the blood soaked apron and surgeon’s scrubs. His hands, however, were immaculately scrubbed clean, as Levi noticed when the man flicked the ashes off the cigarette in his long, slender fingers.

Raising said cigarette to his lips, the man opened his eyes and looked straight at Levi. Feeling caught, Levi averted his gaze and kept walking, suddenly noticing to his chagrin that he had actually fallen behind Hanji while ogling the stranger. He risked another look back at the blood stained apron and shuddered.

He looks like a butcher.

Hanji and Levi entered the hospital through the main entrance and were immediately led to Erwin’s room. Learning that their commander was still alive was already a relief. While they followed a nurse down a long corridor, his mind’s eye presented the horrible moments again when the abnormal titan had snatched Erwin’s outstretched arm with his jaws and ripped the limb off. They had quickly applied a tourniquet and hoped for the best, but his deathly pale face on the long trek back would haunt Levi for a long time.

Erwin lay in bed, propped up with pillows, and a clean bandage covered his arm stump and chest. Otherwise, his upper body was bare. He was asleep, but it looked peaceful, unlike the pain-riddled unconsciousness of shock and blood loss. Hanji briefly held his hand and touched his forehead, a tear in her eyes that she furtively wiped away. Not wanting to disturb his rest, they pulled up two chairs and talked quietly.

Just as Erwin started to stir, someone knocked on the door and entered. To his surprise, Levi recognised the smoker from the back entrance. Now, he was clad in clean scrubs and carried a couple of patient files. He introduced himself as Dr Jaeger with a firm handshake and, since all chairs were occupied, sat down on the edge of the bed.

The dipping of the mattress prompted Erwin to open his eyes, and he blinked a little and looked around to orientate himself. Dr Jaeger shot him a brilliant smile.

“Commander! I was hoping you would wake up around this time. It’s always hard to tell how long anaesthetics last. I’m Dr Eren Jaeger, your surgeon.”

He then proceeded to explain the surgery he had performed, how he had used the remaining skin to cover the wound, and a lot of nauseating details that Levi didn’t really care to hear. Although, he had to admit, Dr Jaeger’s voice was nice to listen to. All the while, he patted Erwin’s remaining (unclothed, Levi couldn’t help observing) arm reassuringly, and Erwin looked a little starstruck.

“You were really lucky that someone had enough presence of mind the cleanse the wound thoroughly of any titan saliva. You have no idea how often we have to fight gangrene because of contaminated wounds. Which means amputation.” He chuckled. “They call me ‘Dr Sawdust’ around here.”

“That was Levi,” Erwin replied.

Levi found himself on the receiving end of that dazzling smile and damn, it should come with a health hazard warning. “That was very well done, Captain - you probably saved the Commander’s life.”

Hanji nudged him with an elbow. “Who thought that your preference for cleanliness would pay off like this.”

Levi tried very hard not to find the doctor illegally cute and instead reminded himself of the blood stained, sinister figure from earlier.

Finally, Dr Jaeger examined Erwin (absent-mindedly not letting go of his wrist long after he was done checking his pulse) and shooed them out, claiming that his patient needed rest.

On their way out, they heard shrill screams of agony from somewhere in the back of the building, abruptly cut off by a slamming door. Levi’s skin broke out in gooseflesh.

“This place gives me the creeps. Hanji, if I ever get injured, please make sure that these slaughterers don’t get a hold on me. Rather put me out of my misery quickly.”

“Oh, I don’t know. This Dr Jaeger seemed awfully nice and competent. Erwin looked so well - and he is positively smitten with the doctor, it seems.”

He grabbed her by the shoulders and turned her to face him. “Hanji, I’m serious. Don’t ever, ever put me in this hospital.”

He turned around, missed the first step of the stairs, tumbled all the way down and landed with his head hitting a metal dustbin.

When Levi came to, he was aching in a dozen places, the worst of all being his head. It pounded like it was split open, and to top it off someone kept prodding and touching it. He groaned and tried to slap the bothersome hands away, but the person warded him off.

“Please keep still, Captain Levi, I’ll be done in a minute.”

The voice sounded familiar, smooth and deep. Soothing. For a moment, Levi swam in confusion, not being able to recall where he had heard it before.

His eyes flew open.

Dr Jaeger smiled his by now familiar smile. “That was quite a tumble you took, but luckily nothing’s broken. Well, you’ll be terribly bruised, but I venture a guess that you’ve seen worse in your life. The worst is this cut on your forehead, but I’m doing my very best to stitch you up all nice and neat. Wouldn’t do to have this handsome face blemished with a big ugly scar,” he added, more to himself.

He noticed Levi’s startled expression and bit his lip, blushing.

Adorable.

Levi blinked. Where did this suddenly come from? He must have smashed up his head worse than feared.

Dr Jaeger snipped the final thread and wiped away the last remnants of blood. “There you are. As good as new.”

“Okay. Can I go now?” Levi sat up and swung his legs off the stretcher, only to tip over sideways again, dizzy and nauseous.

“Woah. You’re going nowhere, Captain. You have a concussion, and no way am I sending you home like this.” Dr Jaeger insisted he lay down again and asked a bunch of inane questions - for example who was currently king, what year it was and how old he was - before gently tilting Levi’s head up and examining his pupil reflexes. Levi was acutely aware of the careful, gentle fingers on his face, the thumb almost brushing his lips.

“Hm. Slightly dilated.” He could have sworn to hear amusement.

“Do you flirt with all your patients like this?” Levi blurted out.

“Forgive me for being a little… exhilarated at having the Commander and you, the heroes of my adolescent years and the very reason I became a military surgeon for the Survey Corps, right here, under my care.”

“What? You’re a surgeon because of us?”

“Oh, the surgeon part was my father’s doing,” the doctor replied. “He was the famous Dr Grisha Jaeger, the saviour of Shiganshina - you may have heard of him. My childhood dream was to become a scout myself, while my father wanted me to follow his footsteps. But since he knew about reverse psychology, he encouraged my plans, stating how it was much more fitting for me because I wasn’t cut out to become a physician. Of course that only made me want to prove him wrong.” He shook his head with a little laugh. “Failed the exam at my first attempt so spectacularly that everybody told me to give it up, only to ace it the second time. Theory was not my strong side to be honest, but I have a way of instinctual learning, so understanding how a body works and how to act when something goes wrong was relatively easy once I got the hang of it. Plus I straight out refused to fail again. But instead of becoming a practitioner, I applied for the military’s medical service.”

While listening, Levi found himself relaxing on the hard stretcher and almost dozing off, but much to his disappointment Dr Jaeger got up, apologized for babbling about his life story when Levi needed to rest.

“It’s a bit unorthodox considering your ranks, but would you mind if you share a room with the Commander? I fear we are overstaffed, and I think you would rather room with him than one of the lower ranks. Commander Smith has already said he wouldn’t mind.”

Levi nodded his agreement, and he was only half aware of the stretcher being rolled down a corridor, then some people helping him change into pyjamas and crawl into a clean bed that smelled of sun-dried sheets and disinfectant.

He was asleep before his head was fully nestled into the pillow.

For a surgeon working in a fully occupied hospital, Dr Jaeger (“Please, call me Eren”) spent an awful lot of time with his favorite patients. Checked and re-checked Erwin’s bandages, ran his fingers up and down the stump in search for any signs of inflammation. Helped him cut and eat his food. Gently cleaned Levi’s wound and sweet talked him into taking his painkillers, calling him a ‘good boy’ when he complied, causing Levi to almost choke on his sip of water. One morning Erwin thoughtfully scratched at his growing beard stubble and asked the nurse for a shaving razor. His attempts at shaving with his left hand let Levi’s blood freeze, but he insisted he had to learn how to cope on his own. Until Dr Jaeger entered and without ado took the razor out of his unresisting hand. Erwin obediently tilted his head this way and that, eyes closed with something close to bliss as Eren expertly took the offending stubble off with slow, precise movements.

Levi thought that shaving wasn’t supposed to look this erotic.

He watched Erwin’s gaze soften, his fingers linger on Eren’s when they shook hands. Felt his pulse speed up when these firm, warm hands cradled his own face to inspect him, and more than once his eyes flitted down to Eren’s lips when they were this close, so soft and inviting.

Enticing.

For someone who only suffered a superficial head wound and a concussion, Levi stayed a surprisingly long time in hospital, and uncomplainingly so. Even when his headaches had subsided Eren advised him to stay one more day “just to be on the safe side”.

“Your pupils still seem dilated, and that concerns me.”

Levi rolled his eyes and grabbed Eren’s head. “Have you ever considered, Doctor, that the cause of that may be you?” He ran the tip of a finger over Eren’s plush bottom lip. “How can someone be around you and not be affected?” He inched a little closer.

Eren tried to pull back. “Captain -”

“Levi.”

“Captain… Levi, you are still my patient.”

“And who would be in the position to change that?”

Eren said nothing, but this time he didn’t resist the pull of Levi’s hands either.

“Wouldn’t you say I’m sufficiently recovered to be discharged, Doctor?”

They were breathing the same air now, and out of the corner of his eye Levi could just make out Erwin watching them in amusement.

Silently, he pleaded Eren to say the magic words, because he wasn’t sure he could exist another second without kissing him.

Eren’s eyes were half lidded and his lips just barely brushed over Levi’s as he spoke. “Yes. You are discharged, Cap-”

The final syllable was muffled by Levi’s mouth pressing against his, just a gentle dab. He wanted to savour the moment, learn the warmth and texture of Eren’s lips. Eren tasted vaguely of cigarettes, but to his surprise he found he didn’t mind. Even though they kept it chaste for now, soft and almost shy kisses, it was intoxicating. Levi felt a heady rush from kissing this man he’d only met a couple of days ago. Eren was so… multi-faceted, a cold blooded surgeon who could sever limbs without as much as batting an eyelid, an adorable albeit awkward flirter, and now he was kissing Levi with all the reverence as if he’d been dreaming of this for years. One of his hands was in Levi’s hair, not minding its state of being unwashed for several days due to the injury, the other caressing his jaw and neck.

Finally they broke off, reluctantly, but they were both acutely aware of the third person in the room. Erwin didn’t show any signs of embarrassment or annoyance, but there was a little dejection in the way his shoulders slumped. Eren glanced his way and back to Levi, and he gave an almost imperceptible nod. They smiled at each other, hands squeezing shortly, and then Eren got up and ambled over to Erwin’s bed.

His voice was warmer, softer than ever. “I am awfully sorry that you are still my patient, Commander, and will remain in this hospital for quite some time.” He tapped Erwin’s chin gently to make him look up. “But once you’re healed… and if you’re not opposed… I would very much like to kiss you too.”

Erwin reached up and closed his fingers around Eren’s hand. He guided it to his lips and kissed the inside of Eren’s wrist. “Since it’s going to be a long time, would you mind humoring an old veteran and giving me just a little taste?”

Levi groaned inwardly, but Eren seemed to find the approach charming enough. He leaned forward to give Erwin a teasing peck before kissing him fully. Levi watched in fascination how they melted against each other and got lost in the sensation.

Not for very long, however, before Eren pulled away and smoothed down his shirt. He tried to regain his professional composure, but the blush on his face he couldn’t hide.

“Be a good patient, Erwin, and I’ll be able to send you home soon.” He smiled brightly and turned to Levi. “Dr Arlert will take your stitches out if you come back here in a couple of days. But I hope to see you again much, much sooner.”

He couldn’t refrain from briefly touching both of them, then rushed out, giddy as a schoolboy.

Erwin said: “And you thought him a butcher who takes apart bodies in the basement.”

Levi shrugged. “Well, first impressions can be wrong. And he did pierce my heart, after all. If you ask me, his cuteness is more dangerous to the public than any bone saw could ever be.”

[kjhwannaone]

Concussion - A Kim Jaehwan AU

characters: Kim Jaehwan!reader

genre: fluff

rating: bit of swearing, thats pretty much it

word count: 2351

summary: childhood friends who drifted after secondary school. you finally reconnect and it gets you is a headache - and maybe more. 

Kim Jaehwan was unethically handsome; It literally offended you. The other girls at school would stare at his friends, albeit they were STUNNING but Jaehwan got on your fucking nerves. He didn’t style his hair, his outfits looked like they were pulled off the god damn runway, but you knew they usually stayed crumpled at the bottom of the wardrobe and his cheeks were to die for. His best friend, Hwang Minhyun had girls (and boys alike) pawing at him as he left one class and started the other, and even then, the teachers looked like they’d be sending love notes. But Jaehwan – god, Jaehwan – was completely, utterly unaware of his immense beauty. Which pissed you off so much more.

You had grown up with Jaehwan, from the tender age of 3 up until now, turning 18. You were very close when you were children; your names were both vandalised and immortalised into the oak tree at your school when he stole a compass from math class and carved it so wholesomely (messily) into its grooves. Little did the both of you know, that later, when starting the brink of your teenage lives, that you would drift and land here, where you are now, in the slap bang centre of nowhere. You didn’t talk. At all.

You had found your way in with other people through mutual friends and he just ascended to the top. The hierarchy system wasn’t apparent in the school you went to but the hotter you were the further you were up.

There were no hard feelings between the two of you, oh absolutely not, you were extremely civil. That included just ignoring each other but in the last year or so, maybe more he was really starting to aggravate you. His friends were lovely, and they were the sweethearts of the entire school adored by teachers and all and he was a part of that little cliché. It was cute, but it was starting to piss you off. You were a star pupil, well-read, naturally gamine and Jaehwan didn’t give you a second glance. He had grown out of the little seed to a huge oak tree (One that absolutely DID NOT have your names carved into it).

The hardest thing for you to admit? The reason why you were so angry was because you fancied the HELL out of him.

Your best friend knew this. Every time you were even in shouting distance with one another, she would look around and keep a close look of any signs of contact. You weren’t hoping for much, it wasn’t like Jaehwan was going to confess his love anytime soon, so you just let her do it. Her analysis of events happening was that he would just so coincidentally walk past your desk to get to the door. It was hopeless – that was the only route he could take.

 It was the Thursday before you broke up for the Christmas break and you couldn’t wait to spend a few weeks lounging in bed. You hadn’t been much of a fan of school, though you were a top student. The sound of a holiday sounded extremely appealing right now.

“You have an essay due on the Tuesday you get back, no less than 1,500 words. I want to know what you think of Communism through history though please, don’t try and analyse all of the countries that have been affected, just pick one…” Your teacher’s voice drained out of your ears as you watched Jaehwan pick up his bag and start to pack it away. You hated leaving after him so you rushed your best friend through the door and into the hallway where it was bustling and freezing cold.

“What country do you think you’ll do your essay on?” You ask your best friend beside you who is picking at mark on her hand.

“To be honest with you Y/N I don’t even think I know what Communism is, so I’ll let you know the Monday before its due in.” she said. You felt a tug at your shoe and realise that your laces are undone.

“Hold on,” you murmured to your friend who didn’t hear you and kept walking. You bent down, bag struggling to stay on balance as you go through the notion of tying your laces. As you double knotted you felt someone hit the back of you and proceed to fall the whole way over you and knocking you in the head with such a big crash that you felt your brain shake. You curse and hold onto your neck.

“Oh, good god! I am so sorry!” you felt the hands of someone come around your shoulders to lift you up slightly to check your face. The look of panic raised in his face. “Y/N, oh my god, are you alright? I didn’t even look where I was going.”

Kim Jaehwan was holding the sides of your neck, looking very close into your eyes, checking if you are okay. Your vision goes slightly lopsided and you feel extremely dizzy but that might be just him. “Y/N can you hear me? Oh god have you died?”

“Jae…Hwan I’m just um,” you can’t get your words out. Thank the lord that he hit your head, you’d look like a quivering idiot if you couldn’t even tell him that you were alright with a brain that hadn’t just been shaken. “Sorry, my head hurts.”

“Hold on,” He slowly lowered your head and touched where he hit. “Oh Jesus there is no blood. I was so worried I’d have to pay up for insurance.”

“Thanks.” You whispered trying to gather your thoughts as people around you started to get angry at the fact that the both of you were having a tête-à-tête in the middle of the public corridor.

“I’m joking Y/N, come on, let me help you up.”

“I don’t know if I can get up yet. I’m feeling so… dizzy.”

Jaehwan thought for a moment, his cheeks bunching below his eyes and he put his arms underneath yours and lifted you more. “Come on, I have an idea.”

 ***

Jaehwan. Driving.

You never thought the two of them could be put together.

Put there he was sat in the driver’s seat, hands casually resting at top the steering wheel, his fingers tapping to the music that was playing through the speakers. His tongue was slightly out of his mouth, a look on concentration. You believed you had died when he knocked you down in the hallway and went all the way to heaven.

“Are you feeling okay?” Jaehwan asked, looking at you with cautious eyes but then quickly back to the road. His body was slightly slanted towards yours.

“I think so.” You say dizzily. He looked at you again worried and just continued driving.

 It was a comfortable silence and you almost pretended to be asleep to bask in his company, but you could hear him shifting in his seat. He must be uncomfortable.

“What country are you going to look at in terms of communism?” he asked.

“Probably China. I listened during those classes and not any of the other ones so that might be the best bet.” You laughed. He followed by with a giggle that you remember from you misbehaving as a child – you’d always get in trouble and he’d just be giggling behind you.

“You always seem like you pay attention in class.” He said.

 As you were driving, he suddenly jumped up.

“Oh, is it okay if I stop by the shop? I need to pick up a few things for a dinner later.”

“Yeah, that’s fine,” You were feeling a little less dizzy now, so you were sat up straight and able to respond well to him. “Kim Jaehwan are you actually going to be cooking a meal?”

“Yeah – it’s technically a date with this girl I met, but I’m not sure what to cook. I think she’s a vegetarian.”

Your heart sank. You didn’t know what you’d expected, Jaehwan was a catch, and you hadn’t spoken since you both were prepubescent, but you almost wanted him to always be single until he realised that he had loved you all these years. I mean that’s what you had dreamed for, you knew it was a stupid dream, but it was what it was.

“Oh, I see.”

“I can blow it off though, if you need me to take you to the hospital or something.” You felt his pity of you being a loner. He knew that no one else would drive you anywhere.

“No,” you said softly and pretended to be dizzy again. He parked the car and got out leaving you to rest your head on the cool glass of the window cursing yourself for your stupidity and wondering where the closest bus stop was to absolutely fuck off out of there. You didn’t want to face him again. You knew you hadn’t technically embarrassed yourself, but you felt an overwhelming sense of embarrassment anyway.

 About 5 minutes later, he returned. You watched from a distance as he walked from the store to the car, a little shimmy in his step and a smile on his face. It made you want to cry even more.

“Ah,” He was exasperated as he sat down and smiled at you fondly. “Here,” he passed you a water bottle, a can of coke and a packet of Malteasers. “Water to keep you hydrated, coke to get your sugar levels up, and Malteasers because they are your favourite.” Before you could say anything, he started the car back up and the music was on. He pulled into the road and you were off driving again.

 He was singing along to all the songs on his playlist so playfully you couldn’t help but laugh. You dug into your little picnic and pretended like your only thoughts wasn’t about Jaehwan with another girl.

“AH,” Jaehwan said. You looked over and his mouth was as wide as he could make it, eyes still on the road. You were confused. “AH!” he said, his mouth straining to get bigger. You plucked a Malteasers out of the bag and put it in his mouth, to which sufficed his unspoken request. He chewed it happily while humming to the music.

 The car journey was coming to an end and you wanted to yell. You missed Jaehwan and you hadn’t realised how much until it had come down to it. He had stolen many of your Malteasers and took a sip out of the water bottle through a straw he had in his car and played old songs that you both used to enjoy as kids. The car stopped, and you expected the end.

“Wait,” He got out of the car and ran around the side to open your door. When it was opened he held out his hand and put it around his shoulders. You wanted to tell him to stop but then again you really didn’t want to tell him to stop. He walked you up the driveway and knocked on the door.

“Jaehwan?” Your mum looked surprised to see you and your childhood best friend at the door, you are clinging on for dear life since walking made you dizzier and him smiling very widely.

“Hiya, Mrs Y/L/N. We fell over each other in the corridor and I drove her home because she was feeling dizzy – it might be a concussion, but I don’t know. She is okay though, I promise! I took good care of her!” He smiled sweetly, and your mum helped you out of his arms.

“Thank you, Jaehwan. It’s been nice seeing you.

“You too Mrs Y/L/N,” you balanced yourself on the door frame to bid him a goodbye as your mum walked back into the house. It was all coming to an end.

“Thank you Jaehwan for helping me today.” You said softly.

“No, I am sorry for literally almost killing you,” He smiled and noticed that your eyes were drooping a little. He walked up closer and lifted your head up by your chin and smiled at you. “It’s been so nice though, seeing you, even though it was under not the best circumstances.”

“Yeah,” you said softly. “Thank you Jaehwannie.”

“Go and get some rest,” He said, walking away. “I’ll see you tomorrow.” You watched him drive away and wanted to cry, scream, laugh and jump for joy. You went in and your mum was quite pleased too. Though, wasn’t too pleased about the fact you pretty much did, have concussion.

 ***

A message pinged in your inbox at around 10ish that night.

Jaehwan: How you feeling?

Y/N: Have been better, I think the Malteasers were the remedy though I must say.

Jaehwan: I’m glad to hear. I am so sorry again.

Y/N: I promise you it’s okay. How did cooking go for your date?

Jaehwan: Ah I cancelled. I didn’t really know her and, I don’t like any green food. Seemed pointless to me.

Y/N: Ah I see, hopefully you can reschedule.

Jaehwan: How about when your head gets better we can try and cook together for me to say sorry about killing your brain? Mud pies were our forte when we were younger, but we can try some actual food later this week?

Y/N: Hey, I made a mean mud pie but yes, I think that will be fun. What day?

Jaehwan: Sunday night?

Y/N: Sounds good to me, Jaehwannie.

Jaehwan: Good, I’ll pick you up around 6. Oh, and Y/N?

Y/N: Yeah?

Jaehwan: This isn’t the concussion talking right?

Y/N: I don’t believe it is, Jaehwan. 6 on Sunday sounds good to me.

Jaehwan: Good. Then it’s a date. A real one.

Jaehwan: Oh, and Y/N?

Y/N: Yes Jaehwan…

Jaehwan: Sleep well. I’ll pick you up tomorrow morning for school, so you don’t need to take the bus.

Y/N: You don’t have to, but if you do, bring Malteasers.

Jaehwan: Oh obviously, I bought loads when I went to the shop – they are your favourite. Goodnight x

HOPE YOU ENJOYED MY FIRST TIME WRITING!!!! <3 

[starryfictionalgirl]

Warriors (Peter Parker x Reader) Chapter 3: Getting a Lay of the Land

Masterlist

Relationships: Peter Parker x Hero!Asgardian!Female!Reader

Warnings: None really. Just some light violence.

Summary: You and Peter go on patrol together for the first time and he learns some new things about you.

A/N: Hey guys! So yeah I know, super late update but I recently got back into the Spider-Man fandom so here’s the long awaited third part of Warriors! I hope you enjoy!

Peter took off his clothes and placed them on a pile on the ground. He took a deep breath and started to put on his suit. This afternoon he promised you he'd take you on patrol with him. Originally he was a bit reluctant. There were dangerous people out there and you didn't know the first thing about street smarts and he knew that you had to be pretty powerful considering you were trained in Asgard but he hadn't seen it for himself yet so he was a bit worried. But you had been rather persuasive...

"Oh please Peter!" You begged and grasped his hands and gave him your best puppy dog eyes. "I don't want to have moved from a locked room in one world to a locked room in another. Please let me come see New York City and help people with you. It's my dream to fight for people who can't fight for themselves. And now I can do that thanks to you. You freed me from what was holding me back on Asgard. You're my hero Peter. You're my dream come true." You say and stand closer to him. 

How could he say no to that? You were so kind and sweet...and you smelled so nice and had the happiest look on your face. You said he was your hero. Your dream come true...He couldn't help but get butterflies in his stomach. But it was what you said after that that really got him to agree to let you come. 

"Besides. I finally get to see the Guardian of Midgard in action." You say and blush. 

Peter's mind wandered and he imagined a scene in his mind:

"Don't worry everyone you're all safe!" Peter announces as he sets a car back back down on the ground and looks over at a web of criminals he tied up. The crowd cheered and thanked him and he turned around to find you smiling at him before you ran up to him and threw your arms around him and he picked you up and spun you around. 

"Oh Peter, you're so strong and brave! You're my hero! I love you!" You say and kiss him through the mask. 

His mind came back to reality. 

"You can totally come with me this afternoon!" He said eagerly. 

And now he was preparing to don his spider suit and show you around the city. Him and his princess....

"Oooh what's this?" He hears you ask and turns and sees you holding an old dvd player he had been tinkering with on his desk. 

He shrieked like a little girl and you turned and saw he was in his underwear again and screamed and dropped the dvd player. Peter shot a web at it and it stuck to the wall before hitting the ground. Unfortunately you didn't see his incredible feat because you were so embarrassed about walking in on him a second time that you had your hands covering your eyes. 

"Valhala I'm so sorry!" You exclaim. "I have no idea why I keep doing this!" 

"It-it's okay." Peter says after calming down and putting on his suit. "You just don't know that you're supposed to knock on doors before you walk into a room...That's uh...normal I guess for someone who's been locked away her whole life..." He says shyly. He pulls his suit up and presses the button and it shrinks into place. "You can look now." 

You spread your fingers apart and peeked at him through the space between your fingers and smiled at him. Then you turned back to his workbench. 

"What is all of this stuff?" You ask him and look over all of the strange electronics. "We don't have any of these gadgets on Asgard." 

"Those are all from here." Peter tells you and comes over to the workbench to show them off to you. "This one plays music." He says and presses a button on a radio and a popular song from one of the channels comes on.

"Oh how lovely!" You exclaim and go over and Peter shows you how to change the channels on it and stuff. 

"But that's kind of old tech now." He explains. "Now we have stuff like this." He says and shows you his iPhone and you gasp. 

"That's incredible!" You exclaim and your eyes widen and jaw hangs lower with every feature he shows you on it. "Can I get one of those?" You ask. 

"Sure! Sometime soon I'll bring you over to the Avengers Facility and Tony'll get you all set up." Peter says. "But for now, we have a city and people to protect." He goes and opens up his window, puts on his mask then turns to you. "So m'Lady would you like to come with me?" He asks and holds out his hand to you. 

You couldn't contain your excitement so you just blurted out "YES!" And threw yourself at him and the two of you fell out the window. Then Peter shot a web at a lamppost and the two of you swung off into the city. 

"Why do we travel on the rooftops?" You ask Peter as you both go about your travels together.

”Because this way we can hide from the criminals we want to attack.” Peter says and looks over the edge of a building. “We have to be stealthy or else they’ll see us coming and get away. Also you really should put on that mask I gave you. We need to keep our identities a secret so that we can be safe at school and stuff and people won't recognize us." Peter tells you. 

"Okay. I understand." You say and put your mask on. It was a simple gold one that covered your eyes so people couldn't get a good idea of what your face looked like. 

"Okay now you're probably going to want to stay close to me, you can get lost around here pretty easily and it's a lot more dangerous than it used to be now that people have been developing new weapon technology so I think it's best if you-" Peter turns around and finds you missing. 

He spins around in a circle on the roof and sees you're nowhere to be found. He then hears a bunch of people screaming and runs towards the commotion. 

“Leave that innocent man alone!” You declare and point your sword at the gang members. 

“Trust us princess that man ain’t innocent!” One man says. "Now move along, this ain't no place for little girls who like to play dress up." 

"Yo, boss." One of the goons tells the man. "That chick's seen too much now, we should get rid of her." He says. The boss smirks.

"Alright then." He agrees and walks up to her. "Let me teach you a lesson about getting involved in other people's business missy." He says and pounds his hand into his fist. "Little girls like you should be more careful. Women are pretty weak after all-" He gasps as you punch him hard in the gut and then flip him over your shoulder with ease and he slams into the road.

His goons jaws drop. Then they frown and charge at you. 

"Come on guys! We can still take her!" One man says. 

"Yeah the boss just wasn't prepared that's all. There's no way a girl could be so-" You send him flying to the ground with a backhand slap.

Another one grabs your arm and yanks you back towards him and so you sweep your legs across his, making him loose his footing and then you lift him and slam him into the ground, punching his wrist and breaking it to free your arm. A man lifts you from the waist from behind and you kick a man in the face that was running towards you and bash your head against the one that was holding you and he gets knocked out and drops you. You looked around and noticed that you had taken out all the men. Suddenly you heard a gunshot and your wrist shot up and the bullet hit the arm brace, blocking it from hitting your head. The man holding the gun started shaking and dropped it and ran, not before getting webbed to the wall. You looked up and saw Peter swing on a lamp-post and land in front of you. 

"Oh my God Y/N are you alright!" He exclaims and holds your arms. 

"I'm fine." You tell him. "My brothers were right. Humans are extremely weak compared to us." You say and giggle. 

Peter looks at you and gulps. He looked at all the guys you had taken down and scratches the back of his head, not sure if he should be impressed or completely terrified of what he had just witnessed. There was definitely a lot more to you than he had originally thought. Suddenly he heard you squeal and got his web shooters ready to fight off any other attackers. 

"What is that?!" You exclaim and point at a little kitten washing it's face by a trashcan. 

Peter lets out a sigh of relief. 

"Oh don't worry about that, there's nothing to be scared of." Peter assures you. "That's a cat. They're animals that live on Earth. Sometimes we keep them as pets-"

"It's adorable!" You squeal and run towards it. 

Peter then realizes you weren't afraid and you screamed because you saw something cute. He looks back at the men laying on the road and thinks about what he's just learned about you. In the span of one minute you had gone from a viscous warrior who could take down five gangsters at once and now you were coddling a stray kitten and flipping out over how cute it was. He smiled and laughed a bit. 

"Yeah Y/N. It is adorable." He agrees and comes over to you. 

You and Peter took the kitten with you and you named him Ullr after the Norse hunting God when you learned what fantastic hunters cats were. Peter had Karen text Aunt May saying that they would need some cat supplies at the house. You guys took out a few more gangs that were active in the city that day. At first Peter was a little jealous because you were upstaging him quite a bit. You could take down bad guys a lot quicker than him. He was a little disappointed because he was hoping to impress you with his fighting skills.   But by the end of the day, he ended up being the one that was impressed with you. You were even more amazing than he could have ever imagined. Your fighting skills were out of this world and you were probably much stronger than him. But what was most impressive to him was how you handled your power. You weren't doing this to show off. Whenever you fought someone it was to help someone else.

The two of you stopped someone from stealing a little girl's piggy bank and as soon as it was in your hands you left Peter to take care of the crook and then diverted all of your attention to getting the piggy bank back to the little girl. 

"Here you go." You tell the girl and hand her her money. "Try keeping it inside instead of walking around with it. It'll be harder for people to steal it that way." 

"Okay. Thank you miss!" The little girl says and runs off to her mother. 

"Why didn't you want to finish off the thief?" Peter asks you when he catches up to you on the rooftop where you met afterwards.

"Because I didn't fight him simply to fight him." You tell Peter. "The goal in that battle was to return the little girl's possession. Once I got it away from him there was no need for me to continue to engage in battle with him." You explain. "I want to fight to help people. And although I do long to be recognized as a hero and admired for my skill in battle, I never want to lose sight of my purpose for doing so. The people we're helping come first." You explain and Peter takes your hand, making you blush. 

"You're incredible." He says honestly. "You may be the greatest hero I've ever met."

You laugh. Ullr purrs and rubs himself up against your boot. 

"There are others who are much greater than me Peter Parker." You tell him. "But I appreciate the compliment." You say and give him a hug. 

He smiles and hugs you back. He was definitely going to enjoy having you around. 

A/N: Hey guys! So I've gotten back into the Spider-Man fandom and figured I should update this story! Do you guys like it? Comment if you want me to write more of this story!

Taglist: @avengemenugget @a-typical-antisocial-fangirl @marvel-imagines-yes-please @lostamongstthecosmos @fangeekkk

[trainingseasons]

The Wolves of War

Rating: M for violence and language

Word Count: 2,503

Part 2 of 3

Sorry that it took so long to update. I hope you like part 2 of The Wolves of War.

Previously on teen wolf….

Stiles: (pulls up in his Jeep) You didn't think you would do this without me?

Derek: (stands next to the Jeep) Without us?

Braeden: I brought backup.

Kira: Hi everyone!

Derek: Kate's back.

Kate: Talking about me?

Gerard: Scott isn't going to leave any of his pack members behind. He’ll try to save them all. His pack is strong, but separate them and it leaves them all vulnerable.

Scott: Everyone know their assignments? We are going to win this. Showtime!

Scene 1

Location: Beacon Hills Preserve

The episode starts with Scott running through the woods. He looks behind him and sees a hunter chasing him. He runs faster. Another hunter appears in front of him. He growls and jumps over the hunter and makes his getaway. He hides behind a tree to catch his breath. An arrow comes out of nowhere and nearly hits Scott. He looks up to see Monroe walking towards him.

Monroe: (raising her crossbow) I've been waiting a long time for this.

Scott: It doesn't have to be this way.

Monroe: Yes, it does. (Smirks) Any last words?

Man’s voice: I have a few.

Monroe slowly turns around and sees coach Finstock aiming a gun.

Finstock: I won't hesitate, Bitch!

Theme song.

Monroe: He's dangerous. You should be aiming that at him.

Finstock: McCall? He can't even hurt a fly. Literally. I once watched him try to kill a fly for ten minutes. It was mocking him. It was one of the most pitiful things I ever seen. Actually, I got it on video.

Finstock takes out his phone.

Scott: Coach, now's not the time and besides that was Stiles.

Finstock: It was? I always confused you two.

Scott: How?

Finstock: All you students look the same.

Monroe starts aiming the crossbow back at Scott. Finstock grabs a small rock and hits Monroe in the back of head. She collapses.

Finstock: That's what you get for stealing my parking spot. (Starts walking away) That spot was my last source of happiness.

Scott: (kneels down to check her pulse) She's still alive.

Finstock: (screams) That sucks! Let's go!

Scott: We can't just leave her!

Finstock: You don't have a choice. (Points behind Scott) Look!

Scott turns around and watches as hunters start running towards them shooting arrows at his direction. He and Finstock starts running.

Finstock: Hey, wait up! I'm not as fast as you.

Scott runs back, picks up Finstock and starts running again.

Scene 2

Location: Eichen House

Three deputies are watching Parrish. Parrish is locked in a freezing room and is in the fetal position trying to keep himself from freezing.

Deputy 1: How long has he been in there?

Deputy 2: (looks at his watch) About a hour.

Deputy 3: He should be dead by now.

Sheriff Stilinski walks in.

Stilinski: It takes a whole lot to kill a hellhound.

Deputy 1: A hell-what?

Stilinski: A hellhound.

Deputy 2: I don't care what he is, we are going to kill him.

Stilinski: I'm ordering you to release Parrish.

Deputy 3: Why do you want to save him? He's a monster.

Stilinski: The only monsters I see are the ones who killed innocent people just because they are different. Parrish is a person and the best deputy I got. Now if you aren't going to release him, move out of my way.

Deputy 1: We can't do that.

Stilinski: Stand down deputy! I'm not going to ask again!

Deputy 2: What are you going to do if we don't? It's three vs one.

Deputy 3: And fighting us would be bad for your health. You might break a hip.

Stilinski: A old joke. Very original. Let me counter that with this.

Stilinski headbutts D3 and slams him against the wall. D2 jumps on Stilinski and starts punching him. Stilinski elbows D2 in the face. D1 starts choking Stilinski. Stilinski's face starts turning red. He knees D1 and slams his head against D2. All three deputies are lying on the floor. Stilinski grabs the keys from D1's pocket.

Stilinski: Don't get up boys. You don't want me to kick your ass again.

Deputy 1: You're not going to get away with this.

Stilinski ignores them and unlocks the door. He walks in the room and helps Parrish up. Parrish puts one arm over Stilinski's shoulder. They both stumbled, but they keep walking. Stilinski turns around to face the deputies.

Stilinski: Oh, and by the way, don't bother showing up tomorrow. You're fired. Have a good night.

The deputies groaned. Stilinski and Parrish head towards the exit when they bump into Braeden.

Braeden: Not bad for a old guy.

Stilinski: Braeden, what are you doing here?

Braeden: Scott sent me to assist you with rescuing Parrish. But when I arrived, it seem like you had it covered, so I just stayed back. I'm impressed.

Stilinski: Thank you. I'm going to feel the pain tomorrow.

Braeden: If you don't need me anymore, my services are needed at the hospital.

Stilinski: Parrish and I can rescue agent McCall.

Braeden: Good luck!

Stilinski: You too!

Braeden smiles and leaves.

Parrish: Thanks for rescuing me sheriff.

Stilinski: Don't mention it.

Scene 3

Location: Armory

Lydia and Stiles arrive at the armory. Stiles is holding his bat. Lydia is holding a map of the armory. She puts it on the floor and studies it. Stiles looks around the corner and sees a group of hunters. He rushes back to Lydia.

Stiles: Do you know where Jackson is?

Lydia: Yes. We have to go down that hallway.

Lydia points to the direction where the hunters are.

Stiles: Yeah, that's going to be a problem.

Lydia: Why?

Stiles: (points) That's why.

The hunters appear.

Lydia: Babe, cover your ears.

Stiles covers his ears while Lydia screams. Using her Banshee scream, she focuses the scream into a sound wave and sends the hunters flying.

Lydia: Stiles, go rescue Jackson. I'll take care of them.

Stiles: Are you sure?

Lydia: Yes, now go!

Stiles kisses Lydia and sneak past the injured hunters. He finds the room that Jackson is being held captive. He opens the door and finds Jackson tied up.

Stiles: What's up Jackass, sorry I mean Jackson. I would shake your hand, but you seem tied up at the moment and I don't really want to.

Jackson: Get me out of here!

Stiles: That's rude, I didn't hear a please.

Jackson: Please get me out of here or I'll beat your ass.

Stiles: Yeah, you're not really making me want to help you.

Stiles sits next to Jackson and takes out his phone.

Stiles: So, I saw a bunch of snakes the other day and I took a picture.

Stiles shows the picture to Jackson.

Jackson: Why are you showing me this?

Stiles: Just wondering if this was a family reunion of yours.

Jackson: Screw you Stilinski.

Stiles: No thanks. You're not my type. But Danny on the other hand.

Jackson: What?

Stiles: What? (scratches the back of his head) This got really awkward.

Jackson: Your whole life is awkward.

Stiles: True.

Stiles unties Jackson. They hear a loud crash at the door.

Stiles: LYDIA!!

Scene 4

Location: Beacon Hills Animal Clinic

Kira: Can I ask you a question?

Malia: Does it involve math?

Kira: No.

Malia: Then ask away.

Kira: What's the plan?

Malia: We save Deaton.

Kira: Ok, but who's gonna save us?

10 hunters with guns surround Kira and Malia.

Malia: (shaking her head) I should had gone to France.

Commercial break.

Malia: New plan. RUN!

Kira and Malia start running towards the woods. The hunters chase them. Malia shifts into a coyote while Kira uses her accelerated speed to lose the hunters. They find an abandoned house and hide in there. Malia shifts back.

Kira: I think we lost them.

Malia: Good. Now what?

Kira: We find you new clothes.

Malia: (looks down) Good idea.

Scene 5

Location: Armory

A hunter goes flying through the metal door.

Jackson: Who did that?

Stiles: (smiles) My girlfriend.

Jackson: Who's the unlucky girl?

Lydia walks in.

Stiles: (points to Lydia) Her.

Stiles runs to Lydia and gives her a hug.

Stiles: Are you ok?

Lydia: Yeah. You?

Stiles: Yeah.

Lydia stares at Jackson.

Jackson: Happy to see me?

Lydia: (smiles) I am.

Stiles: You are?

Lydia: Yes. I have something for you.

Lydia slaps Jackson.

Stiles: (proudly smiles) That's my girl.

Scene 6

Location: Abandoned house

Malia: I'm not wearing that.

Kira: You don't have a choice. It's the only thing we found in this house.

Malia: Then I'll stay naked. It's freeing.

Kira: Put it on.

Malia: I don't wear dresses. Especially pink frilly ones. Why couldn't you just picked up my clothes when I shift?

Kira: I was running for my life. Sorry.

Malia: Fine, give me it.

Kira hands her the dress and Malia puts it on. Kira takes out her phone and takes a picture.

Malia: Do you have to do that?

Kira: Yep.

Malia: Why were there so many hunters?

Kira: I have no idea.

Kira looks out the window and sees a person carrying another person.

Kira: (whispers) Malia, come here.

Malia: What is it?

Kira: Someone's coming. I don't think it's a hunter. But I can't see who it is.

Malia: It’s Scott!

Kira and Malia runs out the door. Scott puts Finstock down and runs to the girls. Scott hugs Kira and Malia.

Scott: (laughs) What are you wearing?

Malia: Shut up! It's all they had in that stupid house.

Scott: Where's Deaton? Is he safe?

Kira: He's still at the clinic. There were too many hunters.

Malia: We are still trying to figure out why.

Scott: Why would they need that many, unless-

Kira: Unlesz what?

Scott: They are looking for Belasko’s Talons!

Malia: But who would know about that?

Scene 7

Location: Beacon Hills Animal Clinic

Deaton is seen tied to a chair. Four hunters are guarding him. Kate walks in.

Kate: Move aside boys. I need to talk to him.

Hunter 1: We don't take orders from you. You might be the boss’s daughter but you're still one of them.

Kate: You're right and you shouldn't pissed me off.

She grabs the hunter by his neck and lifts him up. She snaps his neck and throws his body across the room.

Kate: Anyone else?

The hunters moved out of her way. She grabs a chair, places it in front of Deaton and sits down.

Kate: We need to have a little chat about Belasko’s talons.

Commercial break.

Kate: Where is it?

Deaton: I know nothing.

Kate: Now, now. We both know that's a lie.

Deaton: I'm telling you the truth. I don't know where it is?

Kate: Then you know someone who does. Tell me!

Deaton: I already told you! I don't know where it is or who has it.

Kate: Wrong answer.

She punches him in the face.

Kate: Try again.

Deaton: I don't know.

She punches him again. Deaton’s face becomes bloody.

Deaton: (coughing up blood) I don't know.

Kate: Now you just pissing me off.

Location: Beacon Hills Preserve.

Scott’s phone rings and he answers it.

Scott: Hello?

Kate: Scott, it's been a while.

Scott: Kate, what do you want?

Kate: I think you have something of mine.

Scott: Whatever you think I have, I don't.

Kate: Stop playing games. I know you have the talons and I have something precious to you. Deaton.

Scott: Let him go.

Kate: I'll be happy to, once I get what I want. You have ten minutes or he dies.

Kate ends the call.

Scott: There's a problem. Kate has Deaton.

Malia looks around.

Malia: We have a bigger problem.

Scott, Kira and Finstock look around. A mob of hunters surround them. Monroe steps in front of them.

Monroe: This time there's no escape.

Scene 8

Location: Beacon Heights Police Station

Isaac: I didn't mean to steal that cab.

Cop: Yeah ok kid. You “accidentally” took it.

Isaac: Yes. I’m the victim in all this. The cab driver took me to the wrong place.

Cop: And you took his cab for revenge.

Isaac: I didn't take it. I borrowed it. I'm needed in Beacon Hills.

Cop: Tonight you're staying here.

Isaac: I'm sorry.

Cop: It's too late kid.

Isaac: I mean for this.

Isaac punches the cop and takes his keys. He drags the cop to a cell and locks it. He leaves the station and takes a cop car.

Isaac: (to himself) One night back in the US and I'm already a felon.

He starts driving and passes a donut shop.

Isaac: (to himself) No Isaac, you don't have time for doughnuts. You're already late and the pack needs you. But on the other hand, you know how useless you get when you're hungry. No, Isaac, that's just the hunger talking. Keep driving. But the hunger will stop talking once you eat. Fine, Isaac, you win.

He drives up to the shop and orders a box of doughnuts. He reaches for his wallet and realizes it's back at the station.

Isaac: Fuck!

The woman at the drive thru window hands the box to Isaac.

Isaac: Is there a discount for cops?

Woman: No. And you don't look like a cop.

Isaac: Um, I'm off duty.

Woman: Then, why are you driving the cop car?

Isaac: Mind your own business.

He drives off with the doughnuts.

Woman: (screams) You have to pay for those!

Isaac starts eating doughnuts while he's driving.

Isaac: (to himself) I'm definitely going to hell. But I don't care, these doughnuts are heavenly.

Scene 9

Location: Beacon Hills Preserve

Malia: We need to fight. We can't keep running from them. They won't stop.

Scott: But we can't kill them. They are humans.

Malia: Scott, we don't have a choice. It's either us or them. They made their choice when they came after us. Kira, what do you think?

Kira: I'm sorry Scott. But I agree with Malia.

Scott: I hate this but you might be right. Are you ready?

Kira and Malia nod.

Finstock: I have somewhere to be.

Scott and Malia shift. Kira takes out a sword. Electricity surround the sword. Finstock hides behind a tree. Scott, Malia and Kira charge at the hunters.

Scene 10

Location: Beacon Hills Memorial Hallway

Lights are flashing on and off. Hunters are taking over the floors. Melissa walks quietly and quickly to a empty room. She locks the door and turns off the lights. She hears footsteps by the door. A person on the other side of the door jiggles the door for couple seconds and then stops. They walk away. Melissa waits a couple minutes and then looks out the door. Someone covers her mouth and pushes her back into the room.

To be continued...

[han-jumins]

RFA + minor trio being protective of MC?

I hope you like this anon! btw as much as I like vanderwood, I have no idea how to write him and feel like I won’t do justice if I did so i’ll have to leave him out for this one, sorry. If I do learn how to write him i’ll include him in my future scenarios btw I feel like I went to far from what’s supposed to be yikes, i tried to show different kinds of protectiveness though!

YOOSUNG

Yoosung was ecstastic because MC would be visiting his university to write a report about 

“I’m confused MC what’s this for again?”

“I’m telling you Yoosung, I need a survey from universities nearby. Why? You don’t want me to visit?”

“Of course I want! It’s just I can’t believe you’d pick my school when there’s one much closer to yours”

“Silly, it’s scary going to an unknown university alone. Knowing you’d be there puts me to ease” 

She kissed his cheek as he sighed in content

The following day, Yoosung waited for MC, giddy but anxious

But she didn’t really come on the time she said she would be going

So he looked for her

And he found her talking to some of his friends 

They were all crowding her as she happily talked to them

He felt himself go itchy seeing the scene but willed it away

But when one of his friends grabbed a hold of her hand muttering a “You’re beautiful”, he quickly got to her side and placed his arm around her shoulder

“I see you’ve met my girlfriend”

He made sure to emphasize on the word as his friends stared at him in bewilderment

“She’s your girlfriend? Oh sorry bro I didn’t mean to-”

“Yeah yeah it’s totally cool I just wanted you guys to know”

They put their hands up as they snickered at how jealous he’s becoming

Yoosung turned her around as they started walking the other direction, waving his hand 

Once they got to a deserted hallway he pinned her to the wall

Grasping his hands on her hips he started making out with her

“You’re mine” He growled

“Yoosung” she said breathless against him as he started attacking her neck with kisses

“Yoosung what are you doing”

“Showing them who you belong to”

He gave her one last hard kiss as he pulled on her hand 

“Cmon, you still have a report to make”

“You can’t just do that!”

ZEN

Zen wanted to take MC as his plus one in the party celebrating the success of the musical he was in

She was dressed in a slightly revealing dress and when she came out Zen had his mouth hung low

Placing butterfly kisses along her collarbone he said

“Don’t tempt me tonight, Babe”

Booping on his nose she slightly pushed him away

“Whoa there control yourself”

Zen pouted as they drove to their destination

There were many people, the crew included

Zen was actually mingling alot with the people around so he kind of left MC

She was slightly mad but she knows he means no harm

But she was quite bored 

So she took a few drinks and was starting to have fun with the company of other people

Zen was still nowhere to be found

One guy found his way to her and started talking to her

He was alright and didn’t look like he would do something bad so they talked nearly all night

With each passing minute MC kept drinking and before she knew it she was buzzed

She was faltering in her steps as the guy steadied her

“You know what you’re a cute little drunk lady. Do you want to come home with me?” He smirked

MC felt disgusted and pushed him off 

She then felt strong arms around her as she was pulled towards Zen’s body

“This cute little drunk lady is with me” The intensity of his glare made MC shrink back a bit

“If you so ever lay another hand on her I will ruin you, do you understand?”

The guy gulped as he left

“Now cmon little lady, you made me worry tonight”

JUMIN:

MC was in his office again

I mean what can she say? It was quite boring to be in the penthouse all day

She was acually roaming around the building and was greeting people wherever she goes

They all adore her

They all adore her to the point where MC starts receiving these mysterious flowers

She doesn’t know where it comes from but it always appears in her desk in her own little personal office Jumin made especially for her

She thought it was Jumin who sent them but when she asked if he went to a florist that day he was only confused

These flowers even had notes in them like

‘You are beautiful’

‘The brightness of the sun cannot compare to you’

‘You capture the hearts of many, and I am enraptured by you’

She thought it was pretty sweet but it felt awkward coming from another person

So she was trying to find out who this was, going around trying to find possible clues

Jumin noticed her odd actions thought and confronted her about it

She was slightly embarassed to be honest

“Um.. its just i’ve been trying to find out who keeps giving me these flowers”

Jumin stared at her blankly

Someone was… giving her flowers?

A sudden possesiveness came over him

Someone was sending his love flowers. Only he can do something as intimate

So when he told MC to check the CCTV she slapped a hand to her face for not thinking about it earlier

So they were rewinding tapes and Jumin would not go back to his duties until the culprit was found

This guy doesn’t give flowers to someone’s beloved and get away from it, no

So they caught this guy and Jumin confronted him telling him to stay away from MC and that she was his and his only

Everyday after that, Jumin would send her the most extravagant of bouquets 

JAEHEE:

Jaehee and MC were working in their coffee shop when a bunch of rowdy customers came in

They were really causing a ruckus and everyone was getting annoyed

But MC still had to accomodate them

They starting snickering at her when she came over

“She’s so ugly” one said

MC was suddenly aware of how she looked and how she acted

She was feeling really insecure as she clenched her fist, willing her tears away

But still she put a brave smile on

“What would you guys want to have?” She asked

“Hm, we’ll have the other waitress please” 

The group laughed and high fived each other as MC looked down

Soon arms wrapped around her shoulders as Jaehee stood menacingly towards them

They slightly cowarded at the look she was giving them as Jaehee spoke in a firm, commanding voice

“If you want to speak like that to the people working here then you will never be welcome back to this place. MC is the owner of this cafe and I would not tolerate your harsh words towards her, now pick your bags up and leave this instance” 

MC could tell Jaehee was holding back and when the group scurried over to the door, one gave them a look before sticking their tongue out and walking away

Jaehee’s glasses broke as she strated marching, wanting to judo them into oblivion

MC grabbed her wrist to stop her and kissed her cheek

“Thank you for saving me”

“Of course, MC. I would never let them do anything to you”

The next following days, Jaehee had been watching each and every customer MC served like a hawk

And everytime there was someone remotely rude to her she was sure to come and give them a piece of their mind

SEVEN:

They were at at disneyland celebrating their anniversary

MC loved the fact that Seven really does go out of his way when he really wants to

He was supposed to be working on something important but told her he would come on a condition that she would let him work sometime of the day while they were there

MC agreed because she understood the weight of his task 

So here they are, hand in hand struting along

They were having fun, playing games and riding different kinds of rides

MC loved taking pictures with the mascots

She especially loved taking pictures with mickey

He was actually very… clingy

But MC being oblivious paid no mind

He would link his arm around hers and they would walk together

Seven could almost feel the smirk behind the mask

They both kind of fought for MC

Mickey stayed with them for a duration of time and he would actually hold her hand

MC thought it was super cute 

Seven then decided to grab her other hand and kiss it, making her laugh by cracking some jokes

Then mickey bent down a bit and pointed at his cheek

MC kissed it

“That damn mouse, what is he doing with my girlfriend”

Seven then tried to drag her along to come to  another place but mickey came along with them, often dancing and getting cheek kisses from MC

Seven was fuming

He gave mickey the harshest glare he could muster and dragged MC away from him for good this time

Mickey created sad gestures as he skipped away

Seven breathed in relief

They spent a good amount of time after that until Seven told her he needed to work with the guilt on his face

MC gave his hand a little squeeze “It’s completely fine, I’m just going to play with the arcades here”

So Seven found a secluded place to stay and work but can’t help but feel something wrong at the back of his mind

After enconding some things, he got up to look for her

And lo and behold again it was mickey standing by her

This time with his mask off so he could see the man behind it

They were laughing as Seven came up to them and gripped her waist

Spinning her around he gave her a deep kiss

They were practicically were making out in front of mickey

He got so embarassed and apologized as he walked away

That’s right you mouse, get away from me my love 

“Seven! what are you doing!” MC asked in shock with her cheeks tinted red

He gave her a little peck on the lips 

“Just needed to show him who you belong to, I’ve always like goofy more than him anyways”

SAERAN:

They were strolling by the bay, a little getaway for them

Saeyoung suggested an outing with just the three of them

Saeran was reluctant but the fact that MC would be there coaxed him into it

I mean he probably wouldn’t allow MC and Saeyoung to be alone

So here they are at a secluded bay Saeyoung found

Seyoung was back in their little campsite to give them some privacy because cmon he only wanted to have this outing to play cupid

So MC and Saeran walked, fingers brushing against the other

His cheeks were tinted a light pink because of their proximity

But when MC moved away Saeran slightly grumbled

She only stood atop of the mini wall that seperates the ground from the sea

Easy to fall over to the other side 

Saeran’s eyes widened a fraction 

“You idiot, get down”

MC pouted

“Aw why are you such a meanie, Saeran. Killing the fun”

“I”m not killing the fun, i’m serious get down from there”

“Get down from where? I can’t hear you”

She made faces and giggled 

As she was laughing, her footing stumbled and she shrieked as she was wobbling to get her balance

Saeran’s face darkened as he quickly got to her and yanked on her arm, pulling her and crashing unto him, making them both fall down

Saeran was hugging MC close to him, his heart racing at what could have been

MC was still in a state of shock and thought Saeran was mad at her

But when she found the gentle caress of his hands trembling, that’s when she knew he was terrified

“G-God MC you” His voice was laced with worry

MC bashfully faced him and looked down where she was fiddling with his shirt

“I’m sorry”

“You better be sorry. Look what could have happened if I didn’t!- You could have- Ugh” 

Saeran tightly held her in his arms again

“I don’t want to lose you”

MC held him tighter

“You won’t, I promise”

[whyarethedolanssoattractive]

Paint You Wings - Ethan Dolan {Part Seven}

A/N: This is one of my favorite chapters tbh so I hope y’all like it as well!

Averly’s POV

"Hey, E, can you bring your arms in just a little more?" I asked and squinted at the boys. Grayson went with us to the studio because he had nothing better to do, so I figured he could help model. He was positioned in Ethan's previous day's pose so I could see how shadows and shapes lined up.

Ethan brought his arms in a teeny tiny bit. I motioned for him to move them a little bit more, but this time he brought them in almost all the way.

"Extend them at, like, a fifty-degree angle."

He extended them absolutely perfectly this time. I started making the charcoal strokes to outline his frame, looking back and forth from the Twins to my canvas.

Grayson kept glancing around the studio and pointing at pieces, then asking questions about them. I loved how much interest they showed in my art. Back home, my interests were very uncommon - almost frowned upon.

He vaguely gestured at the back wall. "What's that one?"

I finished a few strokes, then turned around and looked at what he was pointing to. "It's my abstract interpretation of the song Nightmares by All Time Low." I folded my arms and put my weight on my right side.

Grayson hummed. "I've never heard it." He shook his head.

I gasped quietly and grabbed my phone. "You guys can break your poses real fast. I've got to show you this song."

Ethan and Gray stood up and stretched their backs out while I searched for the song. Grayson looked around at more of my pieces and Ethan stood beside me, leaning against the table.

Once I found the song, I plugged it into the speaker and sat in my swivel chair. Ethan tapped his fingers against his leg to the drum-beat while Grayson's toes caught onto the melody.

In my head, I sang the entire song - guitar riffs, drum-peaks, and all - but on the outside I simply moved my hand to the beat. As the song came to a close, Ethan and Gray stayed silent.

"What did you guys think of it?" I asked and smiled.

Ethan's eyebrows raised. "That was. . . Amazing."

Grayson smiled and nodded. "I loved it. I mean, it was fantastic."

I couldn't help but smile myself. Back home, no one really had my taste in anything. The Twins were a really nice change of pace. "I'm glad you guys liked it. Now, if we're gonna finish this painting anytime soon, we've gotta get back to work."

The boys agreed and went back to their stools, swung their arms around a little bit, then got into their poses. I went to shuffle on Pandora, and the first song to come on was 21 Questions by Waterparks. The music was like my timer. At the second verse, I'd finish Ethan's facial features, at the bridge, I'd shade a little bit, still using charcoal, and at the end of the song, I'd give the boys a break and mix paint colors.

"Do you guys wanna go get something to eat after this?" Grayson asked while I put together a light orange, brown, and white.

I held the pallet up to Ethan's face while he sat on the desk in front of me. "Sure, I'd be down." I shrugged. I dipped my pinky into the paint and tapped it on Ethan's cheek. Unless you looked for it, it was almost invisible. "Sorry, there's a sink in that room over there if you wanna wash it off." I pointed at the bathroom and took my pallet back over to my easel.

Ethan shook his head. "Nah, I'm good."

Once we started working again, I began adding paint. It was easier for me to converse with them while I was painting than when I was outlining, because painting is more like overrated coloring.

"So, Gray, do you have any special lady friend?" I was worried that if I asked Ethan first, it would look like I was hinting at something, but I wouldn't have been. Entirely.

Gray let out a breathy laughter and shook his head. "With what I do? Most girls either hate me or know exactly what I was doing on August seventeenth, two-thousand-one, at two in the afternoon."

I nodded my head. It was understandable. "What about you, E?"

He shook his head. "Nope. I'm in the same boat as Grayson."

I couldn't help but think that was a win. If no other good thing was gonna happen that day, at least I knew Ethan was single.

"What about you? Any guys in your life right now?" Ethan spoke up, then cleared his throat a little.

I almost laughed. Since leaving Dallas, hardly any guys have even glanced my direction. Ethan and Grayson were the first guys in a couple of months that I had talked to more than once. "No, not since leaving Dallas."

Grayson slapped Ethan's face out of nowhere. I couldn't help but laugh, but I also thought maybe Grayson was trying to be secretive about telling Ethan to make a move. Obviously, it wasn't the most sly way he could have gone, but I didn't mind at all.

We didn't say too much for the rest of the session. There was scattered conversation during breaks, and a little bit while I painted, but it was mostly just the sound of the music from my phone filling the air. Once I finished up painting Ethan's pose, I wiped my hands on my shirt and flipped the canvas upside down. It only took a few minor adjustments for me to be satisfied with my work for the day.

Ethan and Grayson stood behind me and looked at the piece. Ethan's eyes were wide and Grayson's mouth fell open. If nothing else, the boys helped my confidence a whole lot.

"Averly, this is. . . Oh, my God." Ethan couldn't finish his sentence. He pushed his hand through his hair and laughed. "How do you even. . . I just. . . Wow."

Grayson pointed at it. "Does this count as fanart?" He narrowed his eyes at Ethan.

We all laughed, but I agreed that after I died or if the gallery turned the piece down, Grayson could hang the painting somewhere in their apartment.

Once we piled into the car, Ethan turned around in the driver's seat and rubbed his hands together. "Where are we going?"

Gray shrugged. "I don't really care. I could eat anything you threw at me right now."

Ethan gasped and pointed at his brother. "Dude, I just got the greatest idea for a video! We've gotta go to the grocery store, like, right now." He put the car in drive and went straight to the store. We all ran through the parking lot and inside, even though Ethan was the only one who knew what we were looking for.

"Ethan, what do we need to get?" Grayson asked and grabbed a hand-basket.

He shook his head and took the basket from Grayson, then grabbed a big rolly one. "Not that little bitch of a basket, that's for sure."

I'm not sure why I found that sentence so funny, but I started laughing like I had never heard anything with any comedic value. Of course, the boys found it absolutely hilarious and started laughing themselves. Before long, we were all hunched over, holding onto anything stable we could find so we didn't fall over.

Once we managed to calm ourselves down, Ethan decided we had to go on our mission that he still hadn't told Grayson and I about. We pretty much just followed him around and watched him put the most random items in the cart. He got two watermelons, a bunch of apples, some bananas, two squashes, two zucchinis, a few canned foods, some pre-packaged cupcakes, pretty much everything.

"The last thing we need is a baseball bat." He held his phone with one hand and put the other on his hip. "Siri says there's an Academy a few blocks away, so we'll stop there next."

Grayson and I look at each other and narrow our eyes. "Ethan, what's all this for?" I asked.

He looked at Gray and I alternately. "You guys haven't caught on?" We shook our heads. "We're playing real-life fruit ninja!"

Grayson's eyes got huge as he looked back at the cart. "Oh my God! Come one! Let's get home fast so we can do this!" He started pushing it to the checking counters, but went past them all straight to self-checkout.

We had a good system going on to check everything out: Ethan handed Gray the item, Gray scanned it, I bagged it. It wasn't complex, but it was effective.

After getting a baseball bat at Academy, we went straight to the apartments. I helped the boys move their dining room table and couch, then put a drop-cloth down. Ethan sat up the camera, then moved all the food beside it.

He and Grayson got into view, then they asked me to start recording. I pressed the button, then gave them a thumbs-up.

"What's up guys? We're back!" Grayson shouted and did a weird jump-thingy.

"We're the Dolan Twins, and as you probably read, today we're doing. . ." Ethan counted down on his fingers for him and Grayson to shout it in synch.

"The real-life Fruit Ninja Challenge!"

Grayson scrunched his mouth to the side for a minute, then laughed. "I'm sure this has been done before, but I've never seen a video like this, so shoutout to whoever did this first." He shrugged.

Ethan grabbed the baseball bat and held it up. "We're gonna be using a baseball bat instead of a huge sword, though, because we kind of don't wanna die."

"Back behind the camera, we have a bunch of random foods, all numbered. We're gonna draw a number out of Ethan's hat, and then the guy who didn't draw the number gets to throw the food at us, and we have to try to hit it with the baseball bat." Grayson explained.

Ethan pointed at the camera. "Oh, yeah! Helping us out today, we have Averly back. Say hello, Av!"

I poked my head around the camera. "Hello!"

"Okay, now let's get started."

I moved the camera so it would be a head-on view of whoever had the bat first. We all had to wear goggles so that pieces of food wouldn't get in our eyes and damage them. Ethan came over to me after we each had our glasses on and held his phone up for a selfie. I smiled regular, but Ethan squinted his eyes and stuck out his tongue.

"I like that one, send it to me please." I laughed as I looked over it. He smiled and nodded his head.

We started filming again after that. Grayson had the bat first and Ethan held the hat open. Gray reached his hand in and pulled out a piece of paper. "Six."

I looked at the food and found the item with the right number. It was a can of green beans.

"Are we throwing what's inside the can, or the whole can?" I asked and handed it to Ethan.

He laughed. "The whole can. Grayson's not a little bitch. He can hit the can." He assured me.

I sighed and pushed my hair back. "If you've got faith in him, I guess."

He nodded his head and winked, then pulled his goggles down. "Ready Gray?" He gave us a thumbs up, then gave a few practice swings with the bat. Ethan twisted the can in his hands, then threw it full-force at Grayson. He hit it perfectly, but it hit a family portrait in the kitchen and knocked it off the wall.

Ethan and I gasped and Grayson covered his mouth. "Grayson!" Ethan went and picked up the broken fragments of the protective glass. After he picked it all up and threw it in the trash, he stood up and sighed. "In hindsight, that was a really stupid idea."

Grayson and I laughed in agreement. "Yeah, totally. It sounded cool though. Maybe if we ever get a huge sword-"

Ethan laughed and shook his head. "In what way do you think a sword would be better, Gray?" He asked.

Grayson shrugged. "It would be a hell of a lot cooler."

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Fandom: Xena: Warrior Princess 

Genre: Humor

Rating: K

Words: 1,704

Summary: Joxer really, really needed to learn when to keep his mouth shut. 

AN: So a week and a half ago, I asked people on tumblr to give me numbers so I could pull fic ideas from the vast list of fic ideas I have. @forestfairyunicorn gave me number 123, which resulted in this fic! I hope you enjoy!

Disclaimer: I do not own Xena.

Joxer was going to die.

Being a warrior, death was always on the horizon, just waiting to strike. Like a cobra, or a panther, only held off by his astonishing reflexes and superhumanly quick wit. And, of course, his good looks- even the goddess Celesta had turned a blind eye to his more dangerous actions after getting an eyeful of what a man he was. Had her touch not caused immediate and painful death, they would have consummated their love long ago. But, alas, they couldn’t be, and so their love affair continued through looks instead of touch.

So Joxer was used to death. He had faced it many times and said “Not today, Hades. Not today.” He didn’t fear it, not a single bit, and laughed at the idea that it could ever come for one such as him.

But Xena was a force beyond the gods, beyond Fate and Death and everything in this existence, and to not fear her? Even when the two of them were so close, the closest of confidants (except for Gabrielle, and he was pretty sure that she only took the position of Xena’s “best friend” because she had some things to offer he couldn’t. Like her tongue, and her clever fingers, and her bedtime entertainment. She was one Tartarus of a bard, Joxer would give her that, and she told and wrote a great story), to not fear Xena would be the mark of a fool. And while Joxer was many things- mighty, great, courageous, fantastical- he was not a fool.

So, on a normal day to day basis, he treated Xena with a healthy amount of respect for her powers as a warrior and stayed out of her way as much as he could.

But he had to get involved. He just had to. The warlord had mistaken him for his brother Jett, Gabrielle had landed herself in a cage with a bunch of other slaves, and Xena had been captured and forced into the warlord’s service. She’d been serving the disgusting man his wine, a low position for one such as herself, and so he had to step in.

Even Xena needed the great Joxer’s help, and while she’d clearly been too ashamed to ask him for it, he’d seen the plea in her eyes. Some might have mistaken it for a glare, but Joxer knew better. He had taken one look at her and seen the truth. Her eyes had said ‘Joxer, please, you’re our only hope. Save us.’ And so he’d taken action.

“I’m sorry, my lord,” Xena said as she leaned over, her small top clearly showing her assets as she refilled his goblet once again- the fifth time in the hour since Joxer had been invited into the tent. “About that ambassador you’re meeting with, the one you’re planning on selling the slaves to? I couldn’t help but-“

“But wonder when we’re going to betray him and cut off his head,” Joxer cut in, sending Xena a pleased look that he had picked up on her train of thought. “I say we take his money, give him the slaves, and then come back twenty minutes later with all our men and take them back! We could have the whole thing done in an hour, two tops, especially if we get one of the slaves on our side. Maybe promise one of the girls their freedom if they help out? I noticed a cute little redhead in the pen, maybe she would be willing to play friendly with the ambassador to keep him busy?”

And there. Not only had he picked up on all of Xena’s thoughts, just like two great minds would be able to, but he had even found Gabrielle a role to play in all of this. And once Gabrielle was separated from the rest of the slaves, and the warlord became over concerned with double crossing the ambassador, he’d be able to free Xena from whatever had her captured, rescue Gabrielle from the ambassador’s tent, and save the day.

“An excellent plan,” the warlord said after a moment, nodding wisely and holding his goblet out for more wine- a big drinker, this one. “We just keep selling the girls over and over again, kill anyone who could give us away, and make ourselves rich! The perfect plan- and I should have known it would come from you, Jett.”

“B-but my lord,” Xena protested, scurrying over and pouring him another glass of wine, “that would tarnish your reputation! You’re well known throughout the area as a top quality slave dealer, only passing on the best specimens to the buyer. To damage that ideal, that would destroy you and any future business ventures you might have! Best to let the deal go through without a hitch, to keep the people’s shining opinion of you sparkling.”

Once again, Joxer nodded, picking up on Xena’s vibes. Yeah, her gaze might have been a bit…intense, as she stared at him over the jug of wine, but he knew that was just an act for anyone else. He knew what she wanted.

“What’re you listenin’ to a woman for,” Joxer said, rolling his eyes and slapping Xena’s ass as she walked by- for a second he thought he had over stepped, by the terrifying look on her face as she whirled towards him, but a moment later she smoothed over her anger and stiffly walked away to refill the jug. Perfect. Her protesting the plan and then him coming in and countering everything she said was exactly what would make the warlord go for it. “Come on. Who cares about some reputation- build a new one! A fearsome, terrifying one that will raze the world to the ground. Stick with me, bud, and I’ll make yah rich.”

The warlord laughed and clapped Joxer on the shoulder, his mirth too much to contain. When he had calmed enough to speak, the warlord gestured for Xena to come to him, gently pushing Joxer towards her.

“Take Jett here to the tent next to mine,” he said, still chuckling. “And show him a good time, eh? Want to make sure he stays around for a good long while. Oh, and pass on orders to have that cute little redhead Jett mentioned bathed and prepared. As a gift- a bedmate- to the Ambassador, to show my…good will.”

“Yes, my lord,” Xena said, her voice sickeningly sweet as she gave a little bow, “of course. Please, follow me.”

She didn’t speak as they walked through the camp- a good move, since you never knew who could be listening. The tent, when they finally got there, was small but comfortable, with thick cloth walls that would at least semi-muffle their words if they kept them down. The perfect place to talk, at least as perfect as they would get in the middle of the enemy’s camp.

But the discussion didn’t exactly go as he had planned.

“Are you suicidal, or just insane,” Xena hissed the moment the tent flap closed behind them, her fingers jabbing into his neck and silencing him before he could speak. “Do you know what you just did? Do you even understand the three weeks of planning you just destroyed?”

As if she just realized he couldn’t exactly breathe when his windpipe was partly crushed, Xena jabbed at his neck again, turning away and pacing before he even took his first breath.

“The ambassador stole a very important artifact to the Amazons, and they want it back. Selling Gabrielle and the others as house slaves- all of whom are Amazons- was our only way to get them into the castle so they could steal the artifact back without being slaughtered. And you just convinced the warlord making the deal that it would be better to have Gabrielle have sex with the man and then kill him, getting us nowhere near the castle or the artifact.” Stopping her pacing before him, Xena leaned over so they were eyelevel- and this time, this time Joxer saw the anger, loud and clear. “Do you understand what you’ve done?”

“I thought…” Joxer’s voice trailed off as he swallowed thickly, his heart in his throat making it hard. He did understand what he had done, now that the plan had been laid out for him, and understood he was only alive because the warlord would think it suspicious if he died. “I thought I was helping?”

Even to him his voice sounded weak and pathetic, and perhaps that appealed to some part of Xena’s nature, because her glare slightly softened.

But only slightly, and that did nothing to stop him from fearing for his life.

“Next time we’re in a position like this,” Xena said, her voice a low demand, “you’ll wait until we can talk, and then you’ll do exactly as I say. You’ll promote the ideas I give you, you’ll encourage the lines of action I lay out, and you’ll never, ever dare to speak for me again. Got it?”

Joxer nodded quickly, his helmet sliding over his eyes as he did so.

“Good,” Xena almost purred, pulling away. “Now, I’m going to go do damage control and see if this plan can be salvaged. You stay here like a good boy, and if anyone asks, I rocked your world. Got it?”

Again, Joxer nodded quickly, well aware that that was the correct answer to her question, and unwilling to find out what would happen if he got it wrong again today.

“Oh, and Joxer?” Xena paused at the tent entrance, her head half turned so she could just see him out of the corner of her eye.

A terrifying sight, because he knew he would be dead in a moment if she wanted, and it was only because of her good graces that he wasn’t.

“Yes, Xena?”

“Touch my ass again, and you’re losing that hand.”

“Yes Xena. Sorry Xena. It won’t happen again.”

With that she was gone, and once again Joxer had to tell Hades not today, though not for the lack of the god trying. Because if they couldn’t fix this, he was dead. Xena was going to kill him, and he’d be dead.