#i want to he a boulder so bad. pls. just let me. be a rock

[fishing-for-blood]

Actually re: the Appalachian mountains/that last post, hi hello wanna see some insane pictures I have from trips to 3 national parks along the Appalachian mountains?

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Stay With Me | CanonAU Drabble

☾ Pairings ➼ Levi Ackerman x @humanitys-strongest-bamf

☾ A/N ➼ sooooo, this was supposed to be a "Levi rescue" fic for a request but it ended up being all sad. I'm working on a new one for Kat, but there's no reason to waste this Imao. This was proofread like 2 times but I have poo brain from flying across the country all day, pls forgive any mistakes.

☾ content/warnings ➼ blood, death, season 3 spoilers, angst, no comfort

☾ word count ➼ 660

The high-pitched ringing in combination with the pain pulsing through Kat's head was enough proof that she was still alive, but it was so overwhelming that she couldn't help but wish that she wasn't. She kept her eyes scrunched shut as the muffled crashes and rumbling ground signified that the battle in Shiganshina raged on. A wet cough bubbles up out of Kat's chest and the searing pain that came with it makes her wince. The embrace of death was near, she kept repeating over and over again. For some reason, though, it brought her more peace than she cared for. God, did it scare her.

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"Get off the roof!!" Was the last thing Levi yelled at his fiancé before seeing her get knocked off by an airborne boulder. He watched in slow motion horror as Kat tumbled off with a scream he thought he'd never hear coming from her. His own scream ripped from his throat as he threw himself to the ground after her.

Levi saw red in more ways than one. Anger and blood. There she was, flat on her back in a pool of blood that surrounded her distorted body. With a blade sticking out of her lower abdomen. His brain feels like it’s lagging as it processes the dire situation in front of him. Levi hears a small cough and his feet drag his exhausted body over to the source, unfeeling until he sees her face.

"Kat?!" Levi drops to his knees and gingerly lifts her blonde haired head into his lap, ignoring the blood, her blood, soaking into his pants. "Open your eyes!!" Obedient to her Captain as always, she cracks an eye and squints up into his widened, gray ones. She has tears streaking down the sides of her bloody face.

"Don't be mad." Kat croaks out, bottom lip trembling. Levi brushes hair out of her face, dirty and crusted with rubble, then cradles her cheek. She looks past Levi at the rocks raining down.

"You dumbass, why would I be mad." He mutters down to her, throat tight as he forces his voice to stay calm.

"Because now you have to open our café without me." Another cough burbles up, wet with blood. She offers a weak smile, the mouth he loved and kissed a million times now tainted red.

"No, we're getting out of this together. Shut up." Levi growls back, fingers tightening his grip on her as to not let her go.

"Levi, stop." Kat reaches up with difficulty to cup his face. "Our luck had to run out eventually."

"No it didn't. J-just stop talking. Save your strength." Levi swallows the lump in his throat as he takes in the sight of her. He wasn't dumb, this was bad. She wasn't going to make it and he knew it. But he didn't want to believe it, he didn’t want to say anything that would resemble a goodbye. This was too much. "Stay with me. Kat, I don't want to do this without you." Levi whispers, his emotions threatening to spill over with every word.

"You'll be okay. They need you to be okay. I love you, Levi.” Kat mumbles as she reaches even higher to touch Levi's hair that fell in his face, hissing from the strain. He grabs her hand in his and gently kisses her knuckles like he did when he asked for the same hand in marriage. It takes Levi a couple minutes to notice the distant look in her eyes and noticeable slack in her arm. His heartbroken screams reverberate off the crumbling buildings around the two of them.

Little did Levi know, this would not be the only casualty made by the hands of the beast titan. His ongoing fight with it was only fueled by his heavy sorrow and anger. He would end this fight once and for all, even if it meant his own death. For Erwin, for humanity. For Kat.

[kaweeella]

Bonding Time, Kids

Chapter 5- We Need More Bandages

Word count- 1767

Description- More robot fighting.

Author note- Alright chapter three has been taken down to chunks. Makes my life easier, honestly. Whoo!

In the stands, Neito watches his classmates destroying robots and buildings. It’s hard to tell who’s doing what, but he just assumes which class does what.

He sees a robot fly a few kilometers through the street. After a minute or so, he sees that the robot starts flying again. Right towards him.

When he realizes it, he gets up to run out of the way. He feels something wrap around his midsection and pulls him.

“You alright, Monoma?” He hears Yosetsu say after he’s set down.

“Yeah, thank you.” He adjusts his jacket, finding it damp. Right. Frog.

Yosetsu watches him. He can’t read his expression, but seeing him pause when he touches his clothes tells him enough.

“Sorry. It’s the first thing that came to mind. Instincts or whatever.”

“It’s alright.” He says, removing his jacket.

Yosetsu sits behind Izuku and Shouto, all of them surrounded by mushrooms.

“Does he ever stop muttering?”

“No, not really.” Shouto answers.

Yosetsu stares at Neito, or he would if he could see him, as if saying “Don’t do it. Don’t fucking do it.”

Neito looks at his classmate, as if he’s about to say something when he pauses. “Why are you sitting like that?”

He’s less sitting and more squatting.

“I dunno. It’s just what's most comfortable.”

Neito shakes his head, not like anyone could tell, and shifts his focus back to the training ground.

“You think they’re holding up alright?”

“Of course I do. There’s nothing I don’t believe they can do.”

“Hey! Saisaku, Sukuidasu! How’re you doing?” The two jump a little as Setsuna sits by them, with Kouji and Kojirou behind her.

“Aren’t you guys supposed to be in the training ground?”

“We already got it figured out, so I’d figured we could come and watch.” She spots the robot. “Oh wow! Who did that?”

“Don’t know, but it nearly took out Monoma.”

“Damn!”

“Wait, you said you guys figured out your quirks?”

“Oh, yeah! Watch!” She pumps her arm and a blade comes out of her elbow.

“I knew my classmates could rise to the occasion!”

Kouji shuffles awkwardly, hoping he’d forget they’re there.

“Oh!” Izuku turns around suddenly, he’s holding a notebook and covered in mushrooms. “Monoma! Do you feel any different? You know, now that you’re invisible?”

“Uhm, no, not really.”

“Can you still see properly? Since your eyes are invisible too, and people see because light is bouncing off of things and onto the eyes, but light goes through yours.”

“I can still see fine.”

“Then Hagakure might have a secondary quirk allowing her to see without light hitting her eyes. She has shown the ability to manipulate light itself, so maybe she changes the light so she can see but her eyes are still invisible…” He goes on, as he is one to do.

“Midoriya,” He places his hand on the boy’s face. “I don’t understand what you’re saying.”

“Oh, sorry, I didn’t even realize I was muttering.” He rubs the back of his neck. “I was mostly just thinking out loud, sorry.”

“It’s not surprising to me that a 1a kid would forget the people around him.”

“Aw, come on, Saisaku! It’s not that bad. In fact, I like that he shares what’s on his mind.” She says that as if it’s a conscious decision he makes.

“O-oh, really?”

“Yeah!” She pauses for a moment. “Hana!”

“Huh?”

“A nickname! See, I started at hanasu (speak), and I thought Hana (flower) would be cool!”

“Oh! Thank you! It’s much nicer than the last nickname I got.”

Back on the grounds, Tetsutetsu and Sen walk around.

“Jeez, what was that?” Tetsutetsu asks.

“It doesn’t seem to be nearby, so I don’t think we should be worried about it.”

“Right,” He sees a robot going past. “Then let’s do this!”

“We should have a pl…” Tetsutetsu runs towards it. “Okay.”

Sen follows behind him, watching the robot’s movements. He knows that they’re out of their depth, he knows that Tetsutetsu knows that they’re out of their depth, but he also knows that they aren’t going to know any more without acting. That doesn’t mean they should go in without a plan.

Tetsutetsu grabs it as though he’s trying to pick it up.

“Tetsutetsu, I don’t think that’s the best idea.”

“Right, right.” He cracks his fingers, and the robot shrinks. “Damn! I think I got Kodai’s quirk.”

“Seems so.”

He picks up the robot and crushes it between his fingers.

“Dude!” Looking over, they see Eijirou waving at them, specifically Tetsutetsu. They also see Ochako, Yuuga, Manga, and Hiryuu running behind him.

“Hey, man!” He notices something. “What’s with the belt?”

“I got Aoyama’s quirk, and he let me use his support belt! Pretty manly, if you ask me!” He punches said boy in the shoulder. It probably would’ve hurt if not for the armor.

“What about you guys?” Sen asks. “Have you figured out what quirks you have?”

“I have Kirishima’s.”

“I believe I have Fukidashi’s quirk.” Hiryuu answers.

“No… I can’t get it to activate.” Manga’s bubble has an angry face.

“Ne me fais pas admettre mes défauts…”

“I don’t understand French, sorry.”

“I haven’t, no.”

A robot steps behind them and grabs Sen.

“Kaibara!” Manga yells, reaching out to his classmate to no avail.

Sen struggles in the steel grip, he feels himself sweating and hears a sort of hissing, which he’s not entirely sure what’s making that noise. After a moment, he falls. He hears what he guesses it’s the destroying of a robot behind him.

He stands up and sees everyone staring at him, when Ochako quickly covers her face and looks away. Looking down, he sees his clothes practically melting off his body.

Yuuga takes off his cape and hands it to him. “Would you like to borrow this?”

He takes it. “Thank you.” He mumbles.

“C’est ce qu’il y a de mieux pour tout le monde.”

Katsuki sees the small crowd and tries to make his way around it.

“Bakugou!” Eijirou calls.

Damn it.

“What do you want, Shitty Hair?”

“Do you know your quirk yet?”

“No, no matter how hard I fucking try, it doesn’t work. Must be some shitty-ass quirk.”

“I have an idea,” Sen ties the cape around himself so he can stand up with only mild embarrassment. “If we figure out the quirks that everyone already knows, then we can figure out the ones who haven’t.”

“Whatever.”

The group walks through the streets, fighting robots when necessary.

“Hey guys!” Pony jumps down from atop a building with Momo climbing down behind her. “Why is Kaibara wearing a cape?”

“I don’t wanna talk about it.”

“How are you guys doing?” Momo asks when she reaches the ground. No one notices her fingertips covered in dust and blood.

“We’re doing good!” Eijirou answers. “We’re trying to figure some quirks out!”

“I got Tetsutetsu’s!”

“Wait you did?!” Tetsutetsu runs up to her.

“Yeah!” She demonstrates this by turning into steel

“Cool! Look, look!” He picks up a rock and throws it, he touches his fingertips together and the rock grows, slamming into a building.

Fumikage has not been having a good day. Since his parting with Togaru it has not been easier taking down robots, and now a boulder nearly slams into him.

“What a mad banquet of darkness…”

Looking towards where it came from, seeing people walking towards him.

“Tokoyami!” Momo yells and most of the group pick up the pace a bit. Katsuki continues to walk at his original speed, maybe a little slower.

“Oh, dude! My bad!” Tetsutetsu goes to his side to check for injuries. “Are you good?”

“There will always be worse things that fate can do to people.”

“That’s… good, right?”

“I am well, yes.”

“So Tokoyami, have you figured out what quirk you have?” Momo asks.

“I…” He pauses for a moment. “No.”

“Well then we’ll help you with it!” She claps her hands together.

“I do have an idea of what it might be but… why are you wearing Aoyama’s cape?”

“Please don’t-” His arms fall to his sides as he goes slack-jawed.

“As I thought.” He nods. “I have Shinsou’s quirk.”

Momo and Pony look at the frozen boy.

“How do you deactivate it?”

“I’m not sure. I’ve never been the target of it before so I’ve never experienced what it takes to make it stop… however…” He gives a tug on the boy’s arm. Nothing. “Apologies, I thought that would work like it had the first time.”

“Aoyama has been through it,” Momo says. “Maybe he knows how…” She turns around, not seeing him. For someone constantly covered in glitter and wearing a large suit of armor, he’s quite stealthy.

“I’ve got this!” Tetsutetsu steps up to him, grabs him by the shoulders, and begins shaking him violently.

“Tetsutetsu,” Sen says whilst the boy in question continues rattling him back and forth. “Tetsutetsu I’m fine now.”

When he stops, Sen stumbles to steady himself.

“I apologize for my actions, and I won’t ask you about something you don’t want to answer.” Fumikage says with a bow.

“Oh, uh, thank you.”

“Bakugou?!” Eijirou yells.

Katsuki lays unconscious on the ground. Momo runs to his side, placing a hand on his arm.

“He’s burning up.”

“So we should take him to Recovery Girl?”

“I’m not sure her quirk will be able to help him,” Hiryuu picks him up. “But anywhere is better for him than here.”

“Should some of us stay here? There’s no way we’d all be allowed, plus Fukidashi still has to figure out the quirk he got.” Pony says.

“Come on, don’t single me out!”

Momo thinks for a moment. “I’ll take him. As vice representative it is my job to ensure the safety of my classmates.”

“I’ll go, too. Since I’m already holding him.”

The two head off with Katsuki in tow.

“It’s a bust. No matter how much I try it doesn’t work.” Manga crosses his arms.

“Don’t think like that, Fukidashi!” Pony says, patting his back. “Here, I have an idea!”

She moves in front of him and turns steel. She then moves to punch him in the gut, but he moves out of the way.

“What are you doing?”

“I’m giving you an extra push!”

Back in the stands, Nemuri approaches the homeroom teachers.

“There are more kids in the nurse's office.”

Shouta sighs. “This isn’t working.”

“I’ll get Mic to call it off.” Sekijirou stands up. He feels a twinge in his chest, thinking back to the moment. He could have done more. He should have done more.

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You and me

Part 1 A/n don’t let this flop bc I just got my wisdom teeth out and I need a win pls lmao I feel disgusting. Spoiler free bc I haven’t been able to leave my house yet... Pairing: Peter Parker x thick! Reader - Peter just laid there. He laid there when his aunt gently knocked on his door and told him I’d come to visit (of course, then, he had the energy to hum out a response to indicate he heard her). Peter just laid there when I sat at the foot of his bed. I made the mistake of looking over at his face and that action alone made me want to cry. His eyes were red and puffy and had dark bags under his eyes. His mouth is in a thin, sad line. When I try to read the emotion behind his red eyes, all I see is this emptiness. Peter’s lying on his stomach, one arm hanging off his bed. I notice that his knuckles are bruised, and a little bloody. I turn my head, looking around the room. It’s messier than I’ve ever seen it. Aunt May apologized when she let me in and told me she tried to tidy up a bit, but it was hard seeing him like that. I completely understood what she meant. What shocked me the most was a whole in the wall, approximately the size of a fist, I put two and two together. “It’s not what you think.” Peter’s voice is tired and hoarse, but it’s the first time you’ve heard it in awhile and you could cry from joy. “Punching a wall would barely even scratch me at this point. As soon as I saw what happened to Mr. Stark, I punched a nearby rock.” “Pete,” you whisper gently, picking up his hand gently. “This looks really bad.” And for a second he almost smiles, but it’s much too weak. “You should see that boulder—it shattered.” “Yeah, yeah,” I mumble without setting his hand down. “I get it, you’re Spiderman, you don’t have to work to impress me with how strong you are.” I jokingly run my fingertips up his arm gently. “I get it.” You're trying to lighten the mood, but you really can feel the muscles under Peter’s sweater and the moment feels way too intimate. You want to keep touching him in anyway you can. You want to comfort him, to take the weight of his pain. “Don’t tell May,” his voice is hollow again, “it would just be another thing she has to worry about.” I know that telling May would be smart, but Peter could get me to do anything with that look in his eye. “Okay, but at least let me wrap it up. Put something on it to prevent infection.” He shifts slightly, but doesn’t sit up. His sweater rides up enough so that I can see part of his v-line and the start of his lower abs, and let me just say damn. I’m an idiot for falling in love with my best friend, but can you blame me? He’s sweet, funny, kind, brave, and not to mention somehow cute and hot at the same time. There are two quick knocks at the door before May opens the door. “There’s a work emergency, I need to go.” She seems worried about Peter. “Will you two be okay?” I know she’s really asking me to look out for him. I see it in her eyes and voice. “We’ll be fine, I won’t leave him alone.” I look back at Peter, “I’ve missed him, Ms. May.” “Y/n, how many times do I have to tell you to call me aunt May or just May.” I nod my head. “Okay, Aunt May.” She smiles. “If Peter was feeling better I might have made a joke about how one day I might actually be your aunt.” You can tell what she’s implying, I look down, feeling the blood rush to my face. “May,” Peter sighs. May holds her hands up in defense. “I’ve missed you rolling your eyes at me. Being around y/n’s already helping.” Aunt May leaves and makes a promise about picking up a pizza on her way home if I promise to stay for dinner. She leaves us alone. As soon as I hear the front door close, I stand up, Peter weakly grips my hand. “Don’t leave me, too.” I cry at how tired he sounds. I sit down on the floor in front of him so that we can both look at each other’s eyes. “Peter, it’s very important to me that you understand this,” I gently run my fingers through his hair without thinking. It’s a little more knitted than I’m used to it being and greaser, but still soft and familiar. I’d done this before, several times, but never like this, while we were both still wide awake. It’d normally happen during movie nights or when he stopped by at my apartment exhausted by patrol or because he was unable to sleep because of nightmares. “I’m not leaving you. Ever. If you ever try to get away from me, I’m going with you.” He finally smiles. It’s weak but real. “Then where are you going?” “Just to get some disinfectant and gauze. You’re just dramatic.” I tease. Peter rolls his eyes. Slowly, he takes my hand out of his hair and moves it down so that his lips are a centimeter away from brushing the back of my palm. He hesitates like he’s nervous, but finally presses a kiss to it. Once again, blood rushes to my face. I have to bite my tongue to avoid stupidly saying “I love you” out loud. I smile after he does it, though, so that he knows it was a good thing. “Keep doing cute things like that and I’m going to have to fall in love you.” Too late. He squeezes my hand. “Fingers crossed.” I smile warmly, but it hurts to know he’s joking. I leave him alone for a second to get the things for his hand. He winces as I wipe alcohol over his injury. After that, I wrap his hand up. Peter finally moves, he sits up, so that I have room to sit next to him on his bed. He lays his head down on my lap, and I start to brush my hand through it again. All I can think about is Peter and his pain; I start thinking about different things that I find comforting. I try messaging his shoulders a bit before tracing his jawline, down his neck, before tracing his colar bone. He moves again to give me more access to his neck. Peter’s sweater rolls up a bit again and I can see his muscles a bit again and when I say he’s hot, I mean he’s insanely hot. And the way he looks at me makes me feel warm in my heart. I tilt my head slightly, not getting why he’s looking at me like that. “Why are you looking at me like that.” “Because if you keep doing stuff like this I’m going to fall in love you.” I have to look away. “Maybe that’s the plan.” I hope I didn’t sound too serious because he’s probably just teasing me based on what I said earlier. I wink at him, he smiles for the second time. “I could do better, though.” He sits up suddenly and I’m so surprised by his actions, I don’t have time to defend myself as he pushes me down and start tickling me. “Peter,” I laugh, “Stop,” another giggle, “Please.” “Take it back,” he states simply. “Fine,” I laugh. “I take it back.” He stops attacking me. My shirt has moved up slightly, and we’ve both noticed it. Is it just me or is he looking at me differently? As if he’s scared, he hesitates before running his thumb over my bare skin. No. This can’t happen. He’s Peter Parker. He’s Spider-Man. He’s everything that I’m not. Attractive, important, and amazing. He’s too good for me to be with in that way, let alone date. Maybe he doesn’t mean it like that...he just needs a bit of comfort; he’s just being nice to me. We’re friends, we cuddle all the time. “Good,” his voice has turned soft. My shirt has moved up a little more, and I can’t remember if he did that. He’s still touching me softly in a way that gives me goosebumps. I try to keep my voice steady, but it’s not really working. “Peter.” Normally, just saying his name when we got a little too...close (I guess that’d be the word) would snap us out of it. I guess all the hurt he’s carrying in his heart means that he doesn’t care about crossing lines unless I tell him that I don’t want him to. “I don’t think I’ve ever realized how soft your skin is,” his voice is still a little rougher than usual because of lack of use. I clear my throat. “You know we can’t.” “Can’t what?” He whispers before laying his head on my stomach and wraps his arms around my waste. I place my hand on is back. “We do stuff like this, all the time. I start rubbing his back gently. “You know what I meant.” He tilts his head up slightly. “What did you think was going to happen? Tell me.” Blood rushes to my face again. “Peter.” “I’m just kidding,” he mumbles into my shirt. My heart cracks a bit, but it’s for the best. “Unless you don’t want me to be.” He winks after that and I laugh a little. “You couldn’t handle all this, spidey.” I brush some of his hair back. He leans towards me, we’re close enough that we could kiss. “You should let me find out.” Yes, Peter and I have acted more like a couple than friends before, but this feels a lot different. He’s probably just too overwhelmed with grief. “You should take care of yourself a little more.” I whisper back. “He—he’d want you to do that.” “Y/n/n, I just miss him so much.” He buries his head into my neck. “I can’t be him. I’m-I’m not iron man and the world needs him.” I hug him tightly. “You don’t need to be him. I think Spiderman is enough, and so would Mr. Stark, and so does the world.” “Right now, your’s is the only opinion I care about.” Aww... “Love you.” It’s always love you never an I love you. “And you’ll be better soon.” “I don’t know what the point is anymore,” he whispers, “look what happens to the good guys.” “You don’t mean that,” I whisper to him. Peter doesn’t say anything, instead he brushes his lips against my neck and it makes me warm and shiver at the same time. “I’m just so tired.” “Come on,” I sit up. “When was the last time you showered?” He pouts after I move. “Do I smell?” I squeeze his non injured hand. “You need to take care of yourself again.” “Y/n/n, I’m fine,” he whispers. “Just stay here.” I don’t meet his gaze, because I know if I do I’ll just have to listen to him. I walk to his bathroom and run the water in his tub. I wait for it to get warm and fill up. He takes his shirt off right in front of me. I try to avoid looking at his chest, but I do catch a few cuts and bruises. “Peter Benjamin Parker!” I gasp. “What happened?” He looks down, a little embarrassed. “I got into a few incidents.” “Pete,” I walk up to him. “You need to be more careful, or at least talk to me.” “I thought I should give you space. You deserve better than just looking after me because I’m—“ “Hey,” you cut him, “I’m just taking care of you, and I like doing it. You’re not a burden.” He stares at me softly. “I-I should go get the gauze.” I go back to Peter’s room and get the gauze and alcohol pads that I’d left on Peter’s bed. I need to get a grip on myself. What’s going on with him? He’s probably just so lost in grief that he’ll cling to anything, including me. There’s no way he likes me like that. No, guys that look him only like girls that look like me in a friend sense. I can watch movies with him and we can hang out and he asks me questions about girls to impress girls he actually likes. I find some pajamas to bring back to him in the bathroom. I knock, Peter assures me it’s okay for me to walk in, and I set the clean clothes down set it down on his bathroom counter. Peter’s in the tub, leaning against the back of it. His hair is already wet. I can’t see anything I haven’t seen before, just his shoulders and his knees, but it feels like I shouldn’t be here. Peter reluctantly reaches for the shampoo. “Let me do It,” I offer gently. He stares down at the shampoo bottle. “You don’t have to. I’m spiderman, I shouldn’t need help washing my hair.” “I want to help,” I tell him honestly. “It’s the least I can do.” He hands me the bottle and I lather some of the product through onto my hands before doing the same to his hair. I make sure to do this as soft as possible, massaging the bubbles through his scalp. Then I rinse it out by pouring water from a cup from his hair. Next, I use some conditioner on his hair and make a mental note of it. Peter Parker isn’t one of those guys that lives off of one bottle of ten-in-one liquid soap. When I rinse out the conditioner, he holds my hand in place before gently moving it down to his shoulder. I let us sit there like that for a minute. “You’re too good to me, y/n/n, I really appreciate you.” You grin. “Then take better care of yourself. I hate worrying about you.” I move my hand slightly. “I mean look at that bruise,” I point at one on his arm. “Every time I check, you’re even more injured.” He leans against the bathtub. “In my defense, you don’t check that often.” “You’ve gotten more muscle-y since last time I checked to.” Where did that come from? “You don’t check that often,” he repeats. “I can say that objectively, right?” I ask. “Because we’re best friends but that doesn’t mean I’m blind.” He smiles a little, but it’s different. “Neither am I.” I clear my throat and stand up quickly. “I’m going to go pick something for us to watch on Netflix.” A few minutes later, I’ve picked a Netflix show on your laptop, and Peter walks in, wearing the clothes I brought him. A white t-shirt, that might be too tight (how am I supposed to keep up with his growing?) and blue, plaid pajama pants. Peter sits next to you on his bed. We start off fairly far apart, but, like usual, we end really close. He lays his head down on my chest and I tense slightly. “Are you okay?” He whispers. “Yeah, I just...” am in love with you. Peter frowns a bit. “I don’t want to ruin anything between us, but I’m confused. One minute I think maybe you-you feel the same way about me, and then the next you break up the moment.” He hesitates, “I’m just tired, and no matter what, we’ll be friends, but...I just need to know how you feel.” He’s staring at me with the most emotional gaze. “Because I’ve been in love with you since the day we met. When spiderman saved you from that robbery at that store.” “Peter, someone like you doesn’t feel that way about someone like me.” You tuck some hair behind your ear. “You’ve seen you and you’ve seen me. And...you’re just feeling sad because of what happened and you’re saying this because I’m here and—“ “You’re so bossy. You always have been.” He cuts me off. “You can’t tell me how I feel.” “Peter, I-“ “I won’t be mad if you feel the same way but don’t say what you’re thinking. I know how I feel about you, and it’s real.” “Peter, you haven’t seen me...” god, how do I say this? “You’re supposed to be with someone that looks like Liz or MJ or...” You blink back some tears. “And I really like you, it might even be love, and all I know is I can’t do this to just have you change your mind when you get a better op—“ I don’t get to finish my sentence because Peter cuts me off with a kiss. It starts off slow, but it quickly grows in speed and passion. Before I know it, I’m lying down on his bed, and Peter’s still kissing me. “Peter,” I pull away, trying to catch my breath. “Believe me now?”

[amoristt]

Do You Still Talk? | Sam x Reader

anonymous asked: Scenario about Sam for “Do you still talk”. Angsty and pls include Jack if you can!

sure thing sure thing owo i made it a mini scenario just to make things easier on myself ! hope you like it <3

On a friday night, the last thing you expected to find yourself doing was playing babysitter. The baby in mention, a nephilim who actually was not anything close to a baby, sat at the foot of your bed almost eerily silent. His manners were borderline impeccable, his knees together, hands resting by his sides, and his eyes straight forward. You felt almost rude in comparison despite it being your own home.

“So,” you started, blowing a puff of air. “What do you normally do when Sam and Dean aren’t around?”

Jack shrugged. “I... Usually join them. I’m unsure what to do, now.”

You nodded and clapped your hands nervously, mouthing ‘of course’ to yourself. Personally, you were never one for kids. You didn’t know how to handle them, how to entertain them, or even really what they did at all. Were you supposed to whip out a board game? He seemed a bit too old for that, so maybe video games? Not that you had any in the first place.

“Are you alright?” He asked, glancing up at you with kit brows.

“Me? Yeah, of course.”

He nodded slowly. “You seem rather... Tense.”

“Well, to be honest kid, I’m kinda lost here.” You took a seat next to him, clapping your hands onto your knees. “What do you like to do?”

Jack seemed to drift ito thought, expression comedically pensive given the question, and then he smiled brightly. “Netflix.”

“Netflix?” Eyes widening, you laughed. “I didn’t think you’d already be so far along.”

“I’ve been learning a lot. Sam let’s me use his account,” He perked up proudly, almost. “I even have my own profile.”

“Oh yeah? What’s the icon?”

“I chose a robot. It reminds me of Star Wars. Have you watched that?”

“Yeah, of course. Sam was a big fan back when we uh-...” You trailed off and swallowed. “Back when we used to... Hang out with each other.”

Jack turned solemn for a moment. “Sam has... Spoken of those times.”

You turned and rose a brow. “Yeah?” To be frank, you’d be lying if you weren’t curious of what Sam said about you behind closed doors.

“Yes,” Jack stared forward once more. “He said that you and him, at one time, we’re very close.” He turned to look at you once more. “You and him we’re... In a relationship, right?”

You forced a laugh. “Yeah- It was a bit more than that. We were actually engaged for a time, back when his brother passed the-” You took a pause. “Second time, I believe.”

“What happened?”

“Well...” You sighed. “When Dean came back, Sam kind of just... Dropped everything. At first I understood- his brother was alive, it was crazy, but... I don’t know.”

Jack frowned. “He abandoned you.”

“I don’t really think it counts as abandonment,” There was a small rock forming in the base of your throat, and you cleared it roughly. “He didn’t just up and leave without a word. It was more gradual than anything else. He’d stay nights here and there, and then not at all.”

“Are you two still engaged?”

“No, no, of course not. We split and he uh-... He just stayed away.”

Jack’s shoulders slumped. “I see.”

Now, you felt bad. Though you did nothing but let yourself vent a little, you felt bad seeing him slump down like that, as though he genuinely felt empathy towards your situation.

Still looking down, he asked, “Do you still talk?”

You let out a breath. You wanted to tell him yes, that you and him kept contact despite the sour blood between the two of you, but you realized you more wanted to convince yourself that it was true. Surely you and Sam talked here and there, and you’d even assisted him on hunts in the past, but it was never anything like you and him used to have. There was no familiarity, no warmth. It was like working with an acquaintance- two workers of the same business pairing temporarily. Nothing personal or anything to suggest your pasts.

Sniffing and looking away, the rock formed into a boulder, and you coughed sharply to urge it away.

It hurt remembering how he used to look at you as though you put the stars in the sky, and now, you were likely just a bad thought he wandered upon, or maybe even a regret that sits heavy on his gut until he downs another beer and forgets it, or instead jumps headfirst into a hunt.

Maybe he talks about it with Dean, expression his woes, or maybe he just sighs it off and keeps his mouth clamped shut. No time for feelings in that nature, even if he was the more emotionally available sibling.

No matter what he was feeling, it was never enough for him to talk to you. Really talk to you.

Up until now, Sam had gone radio silent for months, and finally when he contacted you again, it was to ask for a favor. Not even one that required him to see you, just walk Jack in, give you that bullshit ‘thank you for this, really’ speech before carrying on for who knows how long.

Perhaps it was better and you him didn’t speak anymore.

Jack still eyed you, it reminded you that he’d asked a question. You shook your head and wiped your eyes, taking in a shaky breath.

“No.”

[tvvolips]

Sweet Baby Priscilla-Jean - Preacher oneshot(?)

Obvious spoilers for the S2 finale of Preacher. This is pure angst. Pure hurt. I’m sorry. Tell me if you’d like a part two of her revival tho pls. 

 Read on AO3 here: (X) 

There is a young cowboy, he lives on the range—

“No, no, NO, this isn’t—not you; this wasn’t supposed to happen, I...I don’t...I DON’T KNOW WHAT TO DO, TULIP, HELP ME,” she’s cradled like a child in his arms, as though he could make up for the staggering walk she’s taken from “Jenny’s” apartment all on her lonesome. Everything’s burning, worse than it’s ever burned before when she’s gotten shot, but her toes feel so goddamn cold, head feels like it’s full of moth-balls. Tulip’s chest squeezes in white-fire pain with each breath she attempts, feels like she’s got a mouth full’a moth-balls, too, except these ones are filling her throat, her lungs, making everything fuzzy. Cassidy’s got tears in his eyes; he’s too sweet on her, it’s gonna kill him, someday. “Put me down, get Jesse. He can fix it,” she hears herself say, though her voice sounds so sad, has it been sounding that way, lately? She knows why: Jesse’s not around. He hasn’t been around and she hasn’t had her goddamn head on straight ‘cos of it.

His horse and his cattle are his only companions—

Cassidy flutters fitfully in-and-out of her view as she lays upon the hard floor of Dennis’ kitchen, his hand clenched into his hair, face tugged downwards in panic as he rambles into his phone: “—she’s shot, mate. She’s DYING, she needs you. I d-don’t know how, she showed up at the door pale as a bleedin’ banshee, I. . .” a shaky sigh is audible, “If you love this woman you’ll be here and help me save her life, Jesse Custer.” She’s always liked the way Cassidy’s voice twists words, paints them in his own, unique accent. Jesse Custar, Too-lip. There’s a thump beside her, Cassidy’s fallen onto his ass, long legs strewn out in front of him like a fallen doll’s. “I killed Dennis,” Cassidy states, voice thick, twisting in agony. Tulip supposes that’s why ‘medicinal cocaine’ was a thing, earlier, why Dennis didn’t come to the car. She doesn’t rightly know what to say; she’s never been the best at comforting people who weren’t Jesse Custer or a drunk-off-his-ass Walter, but her trembling hand slips closer to his ‘till she’s wrapping her fingers around his forefinger. “I need t’breathe,” she tells Cassidy, and GOD her voice sounds even worse than before, so small, so breakable, but she knows Cassidy’s a finicky thing, needs something singular to concentrate on.

Waiting for summer, his pastures to change—

“That’s it, Tu, just keep at it, you’re doin’ great,” in a way, she wonders if this is what labor is like. Focus on breathing, bear the brunt of a horrible pain, and then you’ve got a golden honeydew skinned baby in your arms with Jesse Custer’s dark, dark eyes, and your nose. This isn’t rewarding, though, it’s fighting for life, and Tulip’s fought for hers for a long ass time. Faintly, she hears footsteps, quick ones, quick footsteps of dumb snakeskin shoes, the one’s she’s always teased him over ‘cos they make him look like a wannabe cowboy (he is one, just doesn’t have the horse or real cowboy boots). She realizes her eyes as half-way shut, she can’t open them no more, kinda funny, almost. She must look real dumb. She can still hear them, though, her boys, Cassidy and Jesse. Jesse’s so calm, so cool, he’s her guy, that’s for sure, and yeah, they’ve been through this sort of thing plenty’a times before. Gun shots, bite wounds, wedged shrapnel, knife gashes, you name it, she and him have patched it up. Tulip wants to sit up, grin crookedly at the two of them ‘cos it’s a big prank and she’s fine, but it isn’t and she can’t even feel her fingers anymore. She feels someone looming over her, catches that familiar scent of musty bibles, cigarettes, and whiskey, wishes she could curl up against him. Tulip wants to smile as Jesse teases her ‘bout not being able to last a day without him, but she can’t even feel her own damned lips. Can’t even cry tears of goddamn frustration, ‘cos she’d love to sit there and tell Jesse about how mad she is at him for leaving, for treating them like shit, how mad she is at that cashier for being a prick, how mad she is at that woman for makin’ her out to be the bad guy, how mad she is at Jenny for being a goddamn fake. Only person that isn’t on her shit list is Cassidy. She should tell him he’s a good friend more often. Feels like yesterday they were sharing a blunt and rattling away on the Rock-It 5 drums, sharing . Dammit, she wants to curl up against him, too, ‘cos they’ve all been pretty dang broken, lately.

And as the moon rises he sits by his fire, thinking about women and glasses of beer—

She’s gonna die. Tulip’s always spat in the eye of death; lived fast, lived cocky, but here he was, knockin’ on her door. This ain’t no Johnny Cash song, she can’t run on for a long time, can’t take her goddamn rusty cage and run, she’s here, lifting boulders just to get a decent gasp of air. She wants to open her eyes and see Jesse one last time. Jesse. She promised him ‘till the end of the world, didn’t she? And look at her now, breaking promises, breaking him. She’s scared for him. He’s only ever lost his daddy, and that did him in so bad he was still guilty for it. All’s Tulip wants is to tell Cassidy to watch out for him, ‘cos she knows Jesse can be a dick, but he’s got emotions deep down past the walls John Custer’s constructed. More than anything, she wishes she could kiss Jesse Custer’s lips, just one kiss goodbye.This is all God’s fault. If he hadn’t ran off like a gotdamn coward this’d never happen. They were supposed to maybe get married, maybe try that baby thing again. She won’t even get a kiss goodbye. Can’t I even get one kiss goodbye? she directs towards whoever’s listening, but all she can hear in reply is Cassidy’s raw, yelling voice, and Jesse. Jesse’s crooning, just like he used to talk to her when she’d have nightmares before Dallas. “Let her die.” What about ‘till the end of the world? He’s not gonna fight for her? Not gonna tell God to go fuck himself and just pull her back from her fucked-up state?

And closing his eyes as the dogies retire, he sings out a song which is soft but it's clear as if maybe someone could hear—

Oxygen’s gone. Her consciousness slips from her brain to her feet, floats away to the peeling, crusty ceiling. Last thing she can feel is her body seizing, last thing she can hear is a mixture of Jesse Custer’s shushes and Cassidy’s agonized roar. She wishes she could hold them both in either arm, hum that song she’d been singing earlier. . .what was it, again? She can’t rememb—

Goodnight you moon light ladies, rock-a-bye sweet baby James, deep greens and blues are the colors I choose, won't you let me go down in my dreams? And rock-a-bye sweet baby Priscilla-Jean.

[coffeesforfuckers]

Our Summers Together Are My Best Kept Secrets And My Biggest Mistakes // Chapter Four

Ships: Peterick, Brallon, Ferard, Trohley, Jalex, Zian and others in the background

Description: Summers for most kids are spent going to the beach and on vacations with your family but lots are shipped off to summer camps for the whole summer. But the kids at Hempman Summer Camp actually beg to go! Patrick Stump, Andy Hurley and Joe Trohman all met there, they had all known each other for probably over a decade because of this absolutely amazing stay-away camp for kids from the ages of six to nineteen. All the kids that were there came back until they couldn't and they always had the same kids except a few new, younger, kids every year. That is until the year that the weird kid with the jet-black, dyed, black fringe and the crazy piercings and a couple tattoos comes in like he owns the place. That year also happens to be the same year that Patrick Stump gets gum stuck to the new emo kid's face and hair. It was love at first sight... But hate at first interaction for the blonde-haired, blue-eyed boy and the complete opposite for the new kid, Pete Wentz.

Chapter 4: Four: Memories I Keep Locked Away for Times Like This

Pete

“But, Patrick… I still want to do this stuff with you.” I frown at him.

“I-I… I just… I can't do- do this…” He stammers out, trembling and twitching like a drug addict having a withdrawal.

“Why not? You seemed to like it before?” I ask sadly.

“I… It's too much… I can't do it.” He stutters.

Something is obviously wrong with Patrick, he’s jumpy and can’t stand still for even a second. His eyes darting everywhere and he refuses to look at me. It looks like he just wants to run away from me.

“What made you change your mind so suddenly?” I furrow my brow.

“N-No! No, no, Pete, I-I… Um, I just, er- I… Uhh, um I-I want… I don’t-... I can’t uh…” He shakes his head, still not looking at me.

“Was it something I did?” And just by the worried, wide-eyed look on his face I could tell I was correct. He starts to stammer out a lie and I cut him off quickly, “Patrick, tell me what I did.” I demand, grabbing him by the shoulders.

“Uh… Um, I- Well… You-... You talk in your sleep sometimes and, er, you said something last night and it, um, freaked me out a bit.” He stumbles over his words and my eyes widen as I know exactly what he meant by that.

“Oh my god… Patrick, you’re afraid of commitment?” I gasp in shock.

“No!” He snaps but I give him a ‘tell me the truth’ look, he frowns and relents, “Yes… I-I… I get this like… Itch and I-... I feel so… Trapped and like, I get twitchy and worried and I panic and I have to run away.” Patrick spills in a fast jumble of words, “Like, I only want what I can’t have and once I can have it I have to run away.” I nod. I don’t understand how anybody could feel that way but I mean, I’ve always just wanted to be in love and be loved just as much in return.

“Patrick, you’re not trapped. I won’t push for anything you don’t want. We can just be fuck buddies, we don’t have to make-out or anything, we don’t have to do anything you’re not okay with. I’m down for anything.” I say and he starts to nod.

“Isn’t that just using you though?”

“Not if it’s mutual, like in any type of relationship, everything has to go both ways.” I say and he seems to calm down.

“Okay… So, fuck buddies?” He finally looks me in the eyes.

“Fuck buddies.” I nod and he grins.

I definitely have fallen in love with him.

Gerard

“Fuck!” I gasp out as I fall to the ground, Frank on top of me. He thought it was a good idea to just jump onto my back without saying anything before he did so.

“Sorry Gee!” He giggles as he flops off of me onto the ground.

“You’re an asshole, you know.” I huff, sitting up, now covered in grass and dirt.

“Yep.” He grins, brushing the small splotch of dirt off my forehead and raking the grass out of my long, black locks. He laughs as he does so.

“I hate you.” I roll my eyes and he tosses his arms around my shoulders, shoving his face up against mine.

“I love you too!” He kisses my cheek and I make a face. A girl passing by lets out an ‘awe!’ as they usually did.

“We’re not gay!” I call after her, “You’re ruining my chances of getting dates you fucking lesbian.” I groan but he still hangs off of me.

“We’re not gay we just do gay shit together, Gee.” He smiles up at me.

“You’re definitely gay, Frank.” I retort and he gives me a horrified look.

“Say that again and I’ll fuck you in the ass.” Frank drops his arms from me and I laugh at him. He’s a moron but you gotta love him, he’s so small and adorable.

“Shut up you loser.” I give him a nudge and he grins wide as he stands, offering a hand to me to help me up, “Thanks.” I chuckle.

“You’re welcome.” He winks and I make a face in reply.

God, he’s an idiot.

Andy

Joe squeezes my hips in his large hands from behind. I jump and let out a small squeak-like sound and I hear Joe laughing. I turn to face him, “We could get caught if you keep doing shit like that around people you know.” I scold and he still grins.

“I do that to Patrick a lot too, Andy, don’t worry. I’m gay with like everybody and I’m way gayer with you.” He winks and I roll my eyes as his cheesiness.

“Idiot.” I smile at him, there’s just something about Joe that makes it impossible to be angry with him and he always makes me smile. I’ve known since we were still little, only eight, sneaking little kisses when the others weren’t watching, playing with each other’s hair and hiding this childish crush from the world, knowing it was wrong and we shouldn’t be doing it. We did it anyway and now I know that someday we’ll stop sneaking those kisses and those small little things, the passing touches, brushing of hands, the loving looks and longing to be close. Someday I’ll marry Joseph Trohman and I’ll tell everybody how much I don’t care that it’s ‘wrong’ to them. To me, this is the only thing that I have done right in all of the years I’ve lived.

“What?” Joe smiles up at me and that’s when I realize I’m staring.

“Just thinking.” I grin back, staring into his eyes, full of love.

He takes my hand as soon as we’re out of sight, “What about?”

“You… Me… Us… ” I shrug as my head tips to bump against his shoulder.

“What about me?” He asks, tapping his head to mine for a second.

“How, I’m going to marry you someday.” I smile and I can just feel the happiness radiate off of him. He kisses the side of my head.

“I can’t wait.” He sighs and pulls his arm around me, tugging me closer, “We were only eight when we tried this, it was just for fun, an experiment.” He speaks, “And now we’re talking about marriage.” He coos dreamily.

I start to laugh, “I remember knowing how wrong it was to be sneaking off to kiss you and how bad, yet amazing it felt to be touching and playing with each other’s hair.” I recall, “Remember that night I braided your hair and everybody kept asking who did it because they wanted it done too but you wouldn’t tell?”

Joe starts laughing as the memories flooded back, “And that time we were kissing on the tire swing in the middle of the night and you fell off and broke your arm and you wouldn’t let me get help until we came up with a mutual lie to tell the counselors of why we were out on the swings so late at night.” I laugh this time at that memory, he kissed me so hard that I lost my balance and fell off.

“What about when we were fucking in the lake and a counselor spotted me and not you and you almost drowned waiting for her to leave.” Joe and I make our way to the boulder.

“And the time I told you jump off the top of the boulder because it would be romantic if I caught you?”

“You broke your leg and I had to carry you back to camp.”

“Then you felt bad about my leg and came down to the infirmary in the middle of the night and we fucked.”

“And the nurse almost caught us because you were hooked up to the heart monitor.” I shake my head as he pulls me up onto the boulder.

“What about that time you brought me out here to dump me but we ended up having sex and you basically said never mind?” Joe sits against the large rock and I pull him against me.

“I remember when my family told me I was moving, I brought you out here and told you and we both cried and I suggested we break up but you refused to let this go and you came to visit for Christmas and begged my parents to let me come back to camp.” I run my fingers through his hair.

“I laid my head in your lap and you played with it just like this.” He reaches up and touches my hand.

“I love you, Joe.” I mumble.

“I love you too, Andy.” He squeezes my hand and closes his eyes.

“I promise someday that we’ll be together everyday.”

“You better not break that promise.”

“Never.”

Dallon

I lay in my room with Spencer and Jon making out in the bed across from mine. They were so gross. I was just jealous though. I was, as always texting with Brendon. He made me happy.

Dal-Do: So you’re telling me that you’ve never had a serious relationship with a dude?

Dal-Do: You’re a fake gay

BeeboBreadbin: You’re a fake gay asshole

BeeboBreadbin: At least I’ve /dated/ in general before you fuckin’ nerd

Dal-Do: Excuse me, I will fight you

Dal-Do: Don’t make me come kick your ass

BeeboBreadbin: Don’t kick it

BeeboBreadbin: Kiss it

BeeboBreadbin: (Use tongue)

Dal-Do: You sir, are fucking disgusting

Dal-Do: I eat dick

Dal-Do: Not ass

BeeboBreadbin: I’ll take what I can get my dude

Dal-Do: Kinky

BeeboBreadbin: You know it ;)

Dal-Do: /Image Attached/

Dal-Do: Pls send help

Dal-Do: They're making me gay with their gay

Dal-Do: I think Spencer (bottom) is trying to eat Jon (Top)

BeeboBreadbin: Damn that's kinky

BeeboBreadbin: I'll come make out with u like that ;))

Dal-Do: I'll pass?

BeeboBreadbin: Ow my Hart

Dal-Do: Chill

BeeboBreadbin: You made me cri r u happi now

Dal-Do: Yee

Dal-Do: But um, I wanna ask you something kina crazy

BeeboBreadbin: Yes, Dallon I will marry you

Dal-Do: No not that fuck off

Dal-Do: So like I go to this camp for the whole summer and people from the ages 15 and up are counselors and everybody 16 and up can pretty much do whatever they want and shit and we stay here for like the entire summer, like day and night and I wanted you to come next summer…

BeeboBreadbin: Jesus Christmas, that's a fucking paragraph

BeeboBreadbin: But like where you from?

Dal-Do: Chicago, Illinois

BeeboBreadbin: Fuck man I'm from Vegas

BeeboBreadbin: But like if I payed for the way there I'm sure it would be fine?

Dal-Do: Wait like for real?

Dal-Do: You’d actually fly out here for a whole summer???

Dal-Do: Just the meet me?

BeeboBreadbin: Fuck yeah!!!

BeeboBreadbin: I get one free make-out from them dick-suckin’ lips of urs  tho

BeeboBreadbin: The actual dick sucking comes later

Dal-Do: kiNkYYYYYYY

BeeboBreadbin: Go kinky or go home my d00d

I can't help but to smile. This kid fucks me up so much, I think I'm in love with him. I truly think that I've fallen in love with this stupid, kinky-ass, walking forehead.

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