#she’s been super worried and scared and i’ve tried to be strong for her so as not to make her worry even more

[breakingjen]

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[auras-moonstone]

girl, i’m in dire need of some jack angst!! (i know, i’m crazy for wanting my heart to be ripped out by your beautiful writing in the saddest way possible😂)

maybe he and the reader have been dating for a few months and have their first big fight, maybe he’s been a little too close to a girl the reader has been having weird gut feelings about. they break up after some harsh words were said, and a few weeks later the reader sees that he’s dating the girl he told her not to worry about 👀

a few months pass, and jack and the girl break up bc he can’t get over the reader, and he tries to win her back, but soon realises he lost her for good when he sees her ar an event or something with someone else, and it’s clear that they’re more than friends.

(i kinda envision this as actress!reader x jack. and the event could be the oscars + the reader’s new bf could also be an A list celeb)

lyrics that could inspire you:

“'Cause there we are again when I loved you so, Back before you lost the one real thing you've ever known” - All Too Well (Taylor’s Version)

“I'm sitting eyes wide open and I got one thing stuck in my mind, Wondering if I dodged a bullet or just lost the love of my life” - I Don’t Wanna Live Forever

thank you so much and i’m sorry if this req is all over the place 😂😂❣️

hii! this might be one of the saddest things i’ve written yet. hope you like it<3

break me like a promise — jack champion

word count: 2,949

pairing: jack champion x actress!fem!reader, louis partridge x fem!reader (brief).

summary: jack breaks y/n’s heart, and after ten months he is determined to win her back, he sees her being happy with someone else.

author’s note: when i read “readers new bf could be a celeb” i knew i had to include the other love of my life aka louis partridge aka london boy.

Y/N AND JACK HAD MET THROUGH JENNA ORTEGA. The latter and Y/N both worked for Netflix, so they bumped into each other in lots of events and eventually became super close. And, knowing how big of a Scream fan Y/N was, Jenna invited her over to set and that’s where she met Jack.

No one could deny that sparks flew instantly between them, not even the two people involved. And that scared Y/N a bit, because her last relationship had left her with insecurities and trust issues, and she wasn’t sure if she was ready to dive into another relationship.

Jack had been very understanding about it, and told her that they should start as friends. He assured her that he would wait as long as she needed to, that she was worth it. And after months and months of therapy, Y/N finally felt ready to try things with Jack.

They were in a lavender haze for months. Her relationship with Jack was unlike anything Y/N had experienced before. The love she felt for him was so strong that there was no way to put it into words. Jack was her best friend—he had held her hand as she healed, and drew stars around the scars that the previous relationship had left on her. And she never would have thought he was going to be the one who made the wounds bleed again.

Jealousy is often seen as a toxic feeling, and after talking with her shrink about it, Y/N came to a conclusion—the toxicity depends on the way you handle that feeling. So Y/N decided to put her fears on the table, instead of jumping into conclusions. That’s what she thought would be the most healthy thing to do. Jack would be honest with her, and the thoughts that had been eating her alive would disappear.

But as soon as she said the words and saw Jack’s expression of irritation, Y/N knew she should’ve kept her mouth shut.

“Seriously? I can’t have female friend now” Jack spat furiously.

“What?! Of course you can. That’s not what I’m saying” Y/N said calmly. “I just… she clearly has feelings for you. And I’m not saying you should stop hanging out with her, I just need to know if she’s just a friend to you… or if there is room for more.”

“I can’t fucking believe you’re telling me this.” he shook his head in disbelief.

“Jack, I’m not accusing you of cheating or anything, really. You’ve been spending so much time with her…” more than with me, she wanted to add. But that would make things worse. “and I just have this weird feeling. I need to know how you really feel, that’s it. If you tell me you don’t like her, I’ll believe you. But please be honest with me.”

“What I really feel is that you’re suffocating me with your shitty problems.” his demeanour was so calm, but his words were sharp as knives, and they cut right through her heart. She had trouble believing the words had actually left his mouth. “I’ve waited for you for months, I helped you through all of it. And now you’re making this shit up? Grow up.”

Y/N felt like throwing up. She felt like she was about to spit her heart. “You don’t mean that.” her voice broke. “In all of these months, when have I ever brought up one of your female friends? Not once. Because I know they are only friends. But with her, Jack, I just feel like there is something more. And yes, maybe I’m overthinking, but that’s why I’m asking. That’s it. I’m just asking, Jack.”

“Stop being so fucking paranoid. I get that your ex cheated on you, but stop seeing ghosts everywhere.”

“Why are you being so mean? Why are you avoiding the question? It’s simple, Jack. Do you have feelings for her?” Y/N asked, the knot in her throat grew in size when she noticed he couldn’t look her in the eyes. “Jack?”

“We’re just friends, jesus!” he said annoyed. Y/N wanted so bad to play dumb, to pretend she couldn’t see he was lying.

“You know I can read you like a book, right?” she asked softly, sad. “When you lie, you can’t look me in the eyes, you play with your hands and bite the inside of your cheeks.”

“Y/N… fucking drop it. I’m tired of this”

“We are over, Jack” she tried to walk towards the door, but he grabbed her and pulled her against his chest, trapping her in his arms.

He saw the tears steaming down her face and cursed himself. “Shit. No, please. Let’s talk. I’m sorry” he sound like he was about to cry, and Y/N knew she needed to leave. Because even though he had hurt her, the soft spot in her heart was still reserved for him.

“No, let’s just leave it like this because if you keep talking, I’m afraid I might end up resenting you, and I don’t want that.”

“I love you, Y/N” Jack hugged her tightly. “Please let’s fix this. I promise you nothing happened with her, and nothing will.”

“I love you too, but I don’t believe you. I’m sorry, but I can’t do this anymore” and so she stepped away for the arms she loved the most in the world and left without glancing back. If she did, she knew she wouldn’t be able to leave.

EVER SINCE SHE WALKED OUT OF JACK’S HOUSE TWO WEEKS AGO, Y/N HAD BEEN OVERWORKING HERSELF TO AVOID HER THOUGHTS OF JACK CREEPING INTO HER MIND. She had stayed out of social media, and had deleted Jack’s number from her phone to avoid temptations. Her friends kept their eyes on her all the time, worried about the inevitable breakdown. You can only hold back for so long before it becomes too much.

Louis, her co-star, had been by her side as much as he could. And, like every morning, he was waiting for her on her trailer with a caramel macchiato and a shiny grin on his handsome face.

“And a chocolate chip muffin?” Y/N asked, seeing the mouth-watering treat next to her Starbucks drink. “What’s the special occasion?”

Louis stared at her, frowning. Not any indications of having had a break down, not even puffy eyes, which meant one thing—she hadn’t seen the pictures yet. “Nothing” he blurted, showing his charming smile. “Just saw it and had to buy it.”

“You really need to stop buying me these breakfasts, Lou. I’m going to get cavities” Y/N said taking a sip of her overly sweet drink.

“But look at how happy it makes you. Cavities will be worth it, don’t you think?”

“You may have a point. Scoot over” she told him, nudging his leg with her foot. Louis moved his body so that she could sit next to him on the small couch. It was not made for two people, so they were basically pressed against the other, yet they found it comfortable. Especially Louis, whose insides melted because of the closeness between them—his not so tiny crush on her was painfully obvious.

“What are you doing?” Louis asked, trying to keep his voice calm as she unlocked her phone.

“I forgot to check which surprise songs Taylor sang last night” she answered as she opened twitter. “Oh god”

“What?!” Louis squealed.

“She sang Cornelia Street and You’re on your own kid! And I wasn’t there, Lou!” she dramatically dropped her head on his chest. He couldn’t help but sigh in relief. “What is going on with you?” she laughed.

“Nothing. Why?” he laughed awkwardly.

“I don’t know, you’re extra jumpy and panicky today.”

“I’m always jumpy and panicky around you.” he said, trying to brush it off.

“No, you’re not” Y/N furrowed her eyes, locking her phone. Louis eyed the action and his chest relaxed. The girl noticed that, so she unlocked it again and started scrolling through Twitter. On her periphery, she saw the boy’s body tensing again. So it had to do with social media, she guessed. “Louis, I’m not dumb. Tell me what is going on.”

“Nothing” he repeated. “Let’s rehearse our lines.”

“Lou, I love you but you’re getting on my nerves right now. I hate being lied to, you know that.”

Y/N’s vulnerable eyes were his weakness, so he sighed and took her hand in his. “This weekend, some fans caught Jack walking around the city with a girl… and they… um, saw them kissing and holding hands.”

Y/N felt her heart drop, and her eyes started to sting. No. She wasn’t going to cry. She hadn’t let herself cry for two weeks and she was not going to start now. “Oh.”

“Give me your phone” Louis said softly. She was too lost in her own mind to question it, so she just obeyed. “I deleted Tik Tok and Instagram. And silenced any Jack related stuff on Twitter. You don’t need to see those pictures.”

“Louis… the girl… is it her?” Y/N asked, trying to keep her voice in control.

“Stop” his voice was firm.

“I want to move on, Lou. And for that, I need to know I was right first.” she pleaded. “Is it her?” her friend nodded slowly as he brought her to his chest. Y/N did a little nod too, and tried to stand up. “Let’s rehearse our lines.”

“Y/N…” he grabbed her elbow to push her back.

“Lou, please. I don’t want to cry, I don’t want to think about it.” he noticed she was two seconds away to burst into tears. And as much as he knew he would hate the sight of her weeping, it was necessary.

“I know you don’t, Y/N/N, but you have to if you want to move on. You’re never getting over this if you keep ignoring your need to cry.”

“I’m just afraid that if I do, I won’t be able to stop.” she confessed, tears starting to blur her vision.

“It feels like that now, but I promise you it’ll be good for you. You have been holding it back for weeks, and once you let it all out, you’ll start to heal” he said as he played with her hair.

“Two weeks… it took him two weeks to go off and date her. And it’s not only some girl… it’s her. He told me I was paranoid, and now he proved me right.”

Jack had promised nothing would happen between him and that girl, and now he broke his promise just like he had broken her heart two weeks ago.

After the realisation, it was like something snapped inside of Y/N, and one sob turned into desperate crying. Her fragile body shook under Louis’ arms, and he wished he could stop her pain. But he couldn’t, so he just stayed there with her holding her as she let it all out.

AS MUCH AS SHE HOPED THE CRYING WOULD EASE THE PAIN, IT DIDN’T. It had been months of being in a rollercoaster of feelings, sometimes she was okay, sometimes she was great and sometimes she was so low not even Louis’ hugs could lift her up.

The days where she didn’t have to shoot were the worst, because she spent hours in bed and her brain betrayed her by bringing the memories of Jack back. She missed him so much, it was completely agonizing. Why?, she asked herself when the room was dark and she couldn’t sleep. Why did he get to move on while she had to spend her days like that? She has been trying to pick up her heart while Jack was all lovey-dovey with the girl he swore was just his friend.

Jack continued her life without her, while Y/N woke up everyday with his memory over her. She longed for the picture of Jack’s dazzling smile to be gone from her mind. She prayed to forget the sound of his voice as he whispered the sweetest of things on her ear. She wished she could stop hearing his angelic laugh everywhere. She wanted to stop feeling the ghost of his touch against her skin. To forget that his lips were soft and that every time they were pressed against hers she could feel goosebumps all over her body. Y/N just wanted to stop being haunted by the memories of Jack.

Louis had slowly helped her through the process of moving on. He was there to offer his warmth when the wrenching thoughts triggered the waves of tears, and he was also there to make her break a smile once the sobbing stopped.

After eight months, the flood of her tears successfully carried away the thoughts of Jack, and Y/N knew she was finally clean. Not that she didn’t miss him, because Jack was her first love after all, and a small part of her would always love him.

It took her a few more months to be sure if she was ready to risk it again, but Louis’ sweet disposition, how he saw the best in her even in her worst times, showed her that he was worth it. And so she she watched it began again with him.

JACK AND THE GIRL LASTED FOR TWO MONTHS. He never intended to have something with her, but she was interested and he was lonely and sad, so he said yes. But reality crept in soon—he loved Y/N with all his heart and no matter who he was with, his thoughts would always go back to her.

He had been texting her for months, but she had blocked his number. He knew he could easily drive to her house, but he didn’t want to add salt to the multiple wounds he had inflicted on her, it would be selfish. So when Jack saw that Avatar 4 and Y/N’s drama film were both nominated for the Oscars, he knew it was his chance to make things right. To bring back the only real thing he had ever known.

But he didn’t plan on seeing her with someone else. And he knew they weren’t there together just as co-stars, they were each other’s date. The spark in Y/N’s eyes when she looked at Louis was familiar to Jack—it was the way they used to shine just for him. Jack had been the one to extinguish the spark on her eyes, and Louis had managed to light them up again.

And he wasn’t even mad or jealous. He actually felt happy and sad. Jack didn’t understand how it was possible for two opposite feelings to co-exist in his body at the same time. He realized it was a lost battle, yet he needed to do talk to her. For the sake of their once marvellous relationship.

Y/N got out of the bathroom and into the crowded room, but the thousands of people in it became blurry once she recognized the silhouette of a handsome tall boy leaning against the entrance. “Jack?” his name left her lips in a mix of anguish and surprise.

“Hey” he said softly. You look beautiful, he wanted to add, but restrained himself. “I wanted to talk to you.” Jack saw her grimace and continued before she could stop him. “I know. I know it’s the last thing you want, I just need to get this off my chest. You’re not paranoid or insecure. You never overwhelmed me with your problems. You were right, and I was a shitty boyfriend, friend and person, and you have been so amazing and patient… and I’m so sorry, Y/N. I never deserved your love.”

“You did… up until that night.” she said in all honesty. “I loved you so much, and then you said all of those things. I can’t forget about it, because I never expected those words to come out of your mouth.”

“I know, and I really don’t expect you to forgive me. It’s okay and understandable if you don’t, but I needed you to know that those things I said weren’t true at all.” Jack said, pressing his lips in a thin line. “To be honest, I came here with the mind set of trying to win you back” he confessed, and let out a little laugh, as if the idea was now ridiculous. “But I saw you with him and I know that I’ve lost you for good. Are you happy with him?”

Y/N saw his deep brown eyes starting to get glossy and her insides melted. She didn’t see him with romantic eyes anymore, but it didn’t mean the love was gone. She still cared for him with every bone in her body. “I am. He’s amazing.”

Jack smiled. Genuinely smiled, so widely that it made a few tears drop, and before she knew it, Y/N’s cheeks were wet too. “That’s great, Y/N/N. Really great. I’m happy for you.”

And that was the moment Y/N knew Jack honestly regretted the words he had said before their breakup. “I forgive you.”

The tall boy’s eyes widened “What?”

“I forgive you.” she repeated. “And you deserve to be happy too, okay?”

“Thank you” Jack said breathlessly, wiping away the tears.

“I need to go. But it was nice to see you, thank you for coming to talk to me. For real. I really needed that, I think we both needed that.”

And so they both smiled to each other one last time before parting ways. There was nothing left to say, staying friends had never been an option with them. They loved each other too much for that. When it came to Y/N and Jack, it was everything or nothing at all.

[deathmetalunicorn1]

Is it alright if I request Yandere DBZ Broly x Female Tanjiro Reader? (Not Dragon Ball Super Broly, I haven’t watched that movie yet, but from the clips I’ve seen he’s just adorable)

Because of her kind and gentle personality she unknowingly tamed and soothed his sadistic and violent side that lives deep inside of him with her gentle touch, kind eyes and compassionate demeanor (Unlike his father, she’s not afraid of him and doesn’t think he’s a monster)

And because of this, she’s the only one that Broly’s darker personality (I believe Broly has spilt personalities) willingly listens to (He’s also very territorial and possessive over Reader, since he chose her as his mate)

I tried my best with this one- I’ve only seen through the fight with Cell.

-Broly only knew hardship throughout his life, being raised to be the strongest of the Saiyans, a title he proudly held, but at what cost?

-Broly knew there were two personalities deep in his body, his normal, stoic one- the one that was a calculating, quiet person, looking like a true leader. The other- a violent, uncontrollably beast, with a never satisfied thirst for battle.

-Many both feared and respected him, but there was a difference between being respected due to fear and being respected due to adoration. That is what he wanted most, he wanted to look out across the crowds and not see fear on the faces of others.

-That’s when he met you, after he came across you on Earth, after you had been transported there due to an accident of different Demon Blood Arts colliding with no way home.

-You enjoyed this world with no demons, but there were still threats, so you continued to train, wanting to remain strong to protect those you now called friends and allies.

-Broly didn’t know what to make of you, seeing a swordswoman practicing so hard out in the forest, to the point of making your hands bleed.

-It wasn’t often where he would meet someone else who trained as hard as he did.

-He stepped on a twig, alerting you to his presence and you turned, eyes narrowed, thinking it was a threat, but when you saw him there, your glare instantly melted and you smiled warmly, “Hello there! Are you lost?”

-Broly wasn’t sure what to make of you- you weren’t scared of him, and you were even offering to give him directions. It was odd.

-Broly sought you out a few more times, tracking you by smell, which made Paragus curious as to where his son was going each day.

-When he followed Broly, he was no expecting to find him with a human woman, a swordswoman by the looks of it, the two just sitting together, eating a lunch she had provided, Broly sitting in silence while you were chatting away about your training.

-Paragus was stunned, seeing that you weren’t afraid of Broly and somehow, Broly was completely calm around you, almost like you were soothing him.

-While still wanting to fight others, like Vegeta and Goku, Broly could sense that his darker side was calmer when he was by your side, as he would feel antsy when you weren’t around.

-When Paragus went to approach the two of you, Broly’s calm façade immediately faded and he glared, a snarl rising in his throat, surprising Paragus that his son was guarding over you like he was your mate.

-You were polite, touching Broly’s hand and he immediately deflated, looking at your hands touching his own, a warm feeling spreading through his chest as you greeted this newcomer.

-Paragus introduced himself as Broly’s father and you bowed deeply, showing your respect but Paragas, seeing this as a chance to keep Broly under control, as you seemed to calm him, waved off your worries and gave his son a small nod before leaving.

-Broly was very protective of you, not letting any other male come close to you, even your friends, like Goku and Krillan, but for children, like Goten and Trunks, he didn’t really mind, not seeing them as a threat.

-Everyone was easily able to tell that Broly had laid claim to you, even if you didn’t know it yourself, as he was very territorial of you, he wouldn’t even hesitate to just sweep you into his arms and fly off if he felt like he wasn’t getting enough attention.

-Broly was so gentle and kind to you, true he didn’t speak much, but his actions spoke for him, like when he would put flowers in your hair, petting your hair gently, and nuzzling his nose into your cheek softly, making you blush.

-When Broly’s odd affections and actions made sense, after he called you, “My mate.” Your face had turned so red, he thought you were turning into a tomato.

-Bulma thought it was rather amusing, but she approved, so long as Broly didn’t hurt you or anyone else, something that there was a tentative agreement on.

-Broly got to fight against the other Saiyans, but in fights that wouldn’t cause so much destruction, and he was allowed to remain by your side.

-Paragus learned the hard way that Broly wasn’t leaving Earth because he wasn’t leaving you, and you didn’t want to leave earth, as you had already been thrown into one new world, you weren’t prepared to go into space.

-Paragus had to admit that it wasn’t so bad, as Broly was now calmer, as long as nothing or nobody threatened you, then Broly would be uncontrollable.

-You were hesitant about being in a relationship, as you had never been in one before, but Broly was patient, not pushing anything, he was allowing you to be in charge, something you did appreciate, and he seemed content with the soft affections, like brushing his hair, or laying his head on your lap, anything to just be by your side.

-He wasn’t leaving, and neither were you. You were mates after all.

[gaybananabread]

Heya Kasey! If you wanna and have the time I was wondering if you have any tickle headcannons for hunter from the owl house? He’s such a silly and sweet lil goober and I wanna hear your thoughts if you have any? I hope you have a wonderful day! 💙🫂

🌕🐺Hunter Tkl Headcanons🐦🌟

~Hi Pocky! Ehehehe I’ve been waiting for someone to request Hunter! The boyo’s of my favorite TOH scrimbles to wreck (*ᴗ͈ ˬ ᴗ͈ )ꕤ*. So yeah I’ve definitely got some thoughts- And thank you! May your day be filled with wonderful thoughts and lots of sweets! ♡ And to the anon, I included more teases than I usually would, just for you. Thanks for the requests!~

General:

I’m pretty sure the entire fandom can agree that he gives STRONG lee vibes.

He enjoys making his friends laugh sometimes, though, so I’m going heavy lee-leaning switch.

Can only say the t-word on rare occasions. More often than not, it’s adorable stuttering and blushes until you get the message.

With some proper motivation, he can admit that he likes it. It just flusters the hell out of him, so use this knowledge sparingly.

Lee:

SUCH a cute lee, no question

He blushes like crazy, squirms and wriggles like a worm on a hook, squeaks and hiccups if you get him going, just- ‎°｡⋆♡‧₊˚

He gets in a lee mood pretty frequently, and sometimes asks for what he wants. Usually he’ll go to Willow for, but Luz and Gus are close runners-up.

When he can’t ask, he’ll try his very hardest to provoke or tease his friends into helping.

Sassing people, sitting with his arms behind his head, slouching just right so his shirt slides up, and if he’s really gutsy, poking their sides. With these goobers, it works nine times outta ten.

If you don’t wanna get kicked/elbowed in the face, I recommend pinning him. Squirmy flailer boyo

Worst spot is his ribs. Will squeal, snort, thrash and blush like it’s nobody’s business.

Melt spots are his scars. If it’s someone he trusts and is comfortable with, he loves gentle traces (and kisses from Willow ( ,,^ᴗ^,, )) Airy giggles, gets all sleepy. If he’s having problems falling asleep, some light scar tickles will knock him right out.

Ler:

A soft ler for sure. He can go rougher, but he normally prefers not to.

It’s pretty easy to fluster him. Instant compliance, telling him to not stop/keep going, holding your arms up around him, asking him to do it over and over again-

Yeah, he’ll be a blushy boy in no time

He can tease though. It's a bit rare, but he tries.

"Oh, this tickles? Good, I was worried it wasn't working."

"You blush reeeeeeally hard when I squeeze here. It must tickle so much!"

"You've got a pretty cute laugh, ya know. Think I'll have to have you share more often..."

"I don't know why you don't like this adorable belly. It's so cute and squishy and ticklish; what's not to love?"

"You're squirming a lot, but you haven't told me to stop once. You like this a whole lot, don't you?"

"Hmm? Sorry, it's hard to understand you with all that giggling. Try again~"

This boy cannot ask to tickle anyone. Asking to receive is hard enough, but asking to give? Yeah, good luck-

Willow can normally pick up on his ler moods, and if she’s feeling it, she’ll offer her help

He’s super mindful of boundaries. Stops the moment you say to, checks in every once in a while to make sure you’re still having fun

Doesn’t normally pin unless you’re a massive squirmer. He doesn’t mind, just scared of pushing boundaries

Super loving aftercare. Sleepy cuddles and movies for sure. Hot chocolate, tea or coffee (whichever you prefer), and some fluffy blankets. Can give a pretty relaxing shoulder massage if you ask.

[literaila]

verity we need to talk about "keeping secrets" because it quite literally broke me

going into it i was already scared because we all knew it was gonna be angsty angst but as soon as gojo brought up tsumiki's violin that reader did not know about i realised it was gonna be super angsty. after was a lot of suspension and building tension and that amde my heart hurt so much💔 gojo was being an idiot and i definitely got mad at him a little. i just want him and reader to grow up and get together is that so hard for them

the megumi-gojo dynamic always makes me laugh but that did not distract me from the oncoming angst that i did not know was going to be that angsty. i'm on the reader's side in the argument let my baby megumi be a kid please gojo. reader calling megumi their son makes me want to bawl my eyes out it's just like when megumi called her mom but it hurts more in this context😭 even though i'mon reader's side she did gojo a dirty with all those assumptions and telling him he's never going to be strong enough was a bit of a low blow but uh moving past that but when she tried to reach out for him and he turned on his infinity that made my heart shatter. i could literally hear it shatter in a gazillion bazillion pieces. ouch. the little tid bits about reader's childhood made those shattered pieces shatter more. i was already so sad but then the interaction with tsumiki and megumi made me want to cry so bad. reader thinking she shouldn't have let gojo in her heart and moved in and everything and the kiddos comforting her made me almost break. she's trying so hard to keep it together in front of her children it hurts </3

the last scene absolutely broke me and i cried so much as i read it. gojo comparing whatever is going on with him and reader to suguru leaving 💔him calling the three of them his home 😭his thoughts😭 reader crying 😭😭 (i broke at that part) satoru having been in love with reader since he was seventeen (i might be reaching here)😭😭 reader begging telling him to not leave, that she can't, won't, do it without him had me bawling my eyes out and her apologising😭😭😭 satoru better fix the rest of it (and also confess while he's at it) because if he doesn't i will learn hollow purple just for him (: {the evil smile is for him and not you}

in conclusion you're an amazing writer, i did really like the angst i would not mind if you wrote more, you made me cry and i in love with you and your amazing brain (also marry me please💍) 💛💛

glad the violin really clued you in. while i was writing it i was like “ugh this is not gojo who are you writing about rn?” um but that’s how he’s supposed to be so…

me and reader going through the same things (🤞)

it actually is so hard for them! very good.

the fun thing about that argument is that in any normal circumstance it would’ve gone something like:

“what did you do?”

“why did i have to do something? again with this—“

“megumi is ten.”

“did you see how happy he was though? like a little baby chick.”

“you ever do that again,” you say, smiling sweetly (evilly) “and i’ll shave off your hair in your sleep. including your eyebrows.”

“oo, scary,” satoru looks at you testily, grinning. “how’re you gonna touch me?”

“oh, i’ve got ways.”

and then he hides in tsumiki’s room for the night.

but! because they’re both stupid they had to fight. and they weren’t even really fighting about megumi. i mean, yeah satoru probably shouldn’t have taken him to exorcise a curse without telling reader, but he’s right that he needs to work to grow stronger. but he’s also wrong. and so is reader.

arguments are so fun. (i like how you blew past reader hurting satoru’s feelings. give the man a break)

i added the infinity thing last cause i forgot about that idea but then i remembered. brain is braining.

reader is constantly worried and satoru does nothing to help.

yeah i thought a little insight into satoru’s stupid mind might help. he’ll probably tell her something (probably) but it might just be like “oh, i’m sad.” and that’s that.

[fuckyourdumbassusername]

So I just finished watching Banished from the Hero’s Party, I Decided to Live a Quiet Life in the Countryside and great show. I’ve really enjoyed it however I feel like season 2 teased but didn’t deliver. I hope if there’s a season 3 they put Ruti and Tisse front and center.

Spoilers below:

There’s so much going on in that “friendship”. Girl meets scary strong lady and then runs off with her questioning what she’s doing the whole way. Running away with the new member of your party because you’re sick of fighting and trying your best to not scare your new friend. Then sometime later the assassin turned part time pilot acts off and the former hero decides to treat her “friend” to a day off doing things she enjoys almost like a date? All because she noticed her friend was acting a bit off! A lot of effort but then there’s the part where the former hero worries about her assassin “friend” and tells the cute spider side kick to come to her if she’s in any trouble. Then at the end of the season the former hero goes all “guess I’m next” about getting married and our little assassin reacts! Tisse definitely has a crush in my opinion (side eyeing her in the sauna helping her with the garden are just two little moments). But also the moment when the assassin asks “so what about me” and former hero looks towards her and I read that as her being like “you stay here with me right? I’ll show you why you belong here tomorrow and figure out what’s been up with you while I’m at it!” It really feels like they both like each other but neither of them understand how to act like normal people. Assassin recognizes that for former hero but doesn’t for herself. Former hero tries to not stick out at all turns but also somewhat seems like they’re showing off? Just a little? Like there’s a problem so I’ll stop it to show you that “if you have a problem you can bring it to me and I will fix it!” Former hero strikes me as the type who struggles with finding the right words so tries to use actions to show what she’s thinking and feeling while assassin strikes me as overthinker who still has no idea what’s going on all the time. Very much the “I’d give you the moon and fight armies for you” and the “I bet that means nothing. Yeah they’re just a super nice person like that” dynamic. And I love it.

[nella09archive]

Marriage. 2

Chapter 2: Red Ribbon

Fighting these army guys is getting me hungry. On top of that, that Pilaf guy tricked me. Maybe I should eat something before I go fight them again. I just so happened to land in an apple tree. I started taking apples and munched away till I hear a faint giggling noise. I popped my head from behind the leaves to see, and there I saw “CHICHI!” Oh boy, it feels like a long time since I saw her.

She looked around confused, I guess she can’t see me. Before I jumped out of the tree, I grabbed two apples, maybe she’ll want one. As I jumped and ran to her, I called her name again. When I reached her, she surprised me by slapping my shoulder. She did so hard I flew and hit the tree. That was pretty funny. Yet I heard her say something about being more lady like. “That’s ok.” I ran back to her, and finally noticed she had flowers in her hands.

I then offered her the apple. “For me?” I nodded my head. “Thank you.” After we ate the apple, we sat under the tree. She began talking stuff, and I was starting noticed I was feeling sleepy. I ended up falling asleep to her voice. It was relaxing, and I don’t know why.

…

As I was talking about our future wedding and having a house full of kids, I didn’t notice he fell asleep. Oh me, he looks cute when he’s sleeping. Papa said I couldn’t touch boys, and couldn’t have a boyfriend, but this was just to perfect to pass up the opportunity. I reached out to touch his hair, and before I could touch, he moved. I got scared and pulled back.

He looked so peaceful. I don’t want to wake him. I ended up laying down next time, and was slowly falling asleep. But there was a big noise that woke him up, and shocked me. We looked around and there, across the lake, we saw smoke coming from my home. Goku called for his cloud and we went to see if papa was alright.

When we got there, there were a lot of scary men, with the Red Ribbon army banner. Goku didn’t seem worry, but he did seem on edge. He was able to scare the army away. He’s so strong, it’s so cool. Makes me wanna be strong too. I already knew I was strong, but seeing him makes me want to be stronger. After the army left, papa asked Goku to stay for our wedding feast. I don’t think he understood that part, and just wanted to eat. While he ate papa told him about these three people, and one dressed like him.

Goku went on saying something about someone named Emperor Pilaf, and then left. As me and papa watched him leave, I told papa how I can’t wait for our wedding. And I how I would make him so happy, and he’ll do the same. The sunset just added more to the magic feeling I had. Papa kept asking me if I was sure that Goku was the one. I didn’t have any doubts in my mind.

…

After I chased away those army guys, I checked to see how the Ox King and Chichi were doing. They said they were ok, and Ox King said something about food. I didn’t hear the rest the moment food was mention. Let’s just say, my stomach made a grand entrance. We laughed and the I sat down to eat.

As I ate Ox was talking about someone who looked like me, and Chichi told him how it couldn’t be. Since I was with Chichi that whole time. From what Ox said it sounded like the Pilaf gang. I told them who they were, and continued eating. The food was super yummy. I didn’t hear what the other two were talking about, but Chichi voice sounded nice. I didn’t understand why I felt or thought that way, but I tried to focus on the food at hand.

After I finished, I got up and rushed to leave. I still had my grandpa’s dragon ball to find. On my way out, Chichi said something about wedding. “I’ll try some next time.” I shouted back as I left through the doors. I faintly heard her say that wedding wasn’t food. I was going to go back and ask what it was, but I really need to find that ball. I’ll just ask her next time.

…

It’s been months since I’ve seen Goku, I hope he’s ok. During these months I asked papa to train me. After days of pleading and begging he agreed. We were just coming back from our spar, when a castle worker walked up to us. He told us, how news break out, that a young boy defeated the Red Ribbon army. When I heard this, a huge smile slowly made its way to my face.

Maybe it was my Goku who defeated them. Oh, that was so amazing. In turn, it encouraged me even train harder. Maybe I could enter the 22nd tournament, if papa let me. It would be nice to show off my strength, and maybe have fun with Goku, if he’s there. After my papa talked with the worker, we started walking to the dining hall. Once we sat down to eat, I decide to start asking papa.

“Papa, would it be alright if I entered the next tournament?”

I notice he stopped midway in lifting his chopsticks before he answered. “Dear, why would you want to join the tournament?” I wonder if I should tell him because of Goku, or the other reason. I chose the other.

“I wanna test my strength against other fighters, papa. I wanna know if I’m strong enough.” After that he looked away, and the room fell silent. I just knew it, he’s going to say no. “Actually, never mind papa.” With that I left, and went to my room. By now, I noticed I barely touched my food, but it was ok.

In my room, I went over to my dresser. Inside one of them, I pulled out a picture frame, and went over to my bed. I hugged the frame before I started talking.

“Mama, I have so much to tell you. I know I haven’t spoken to you in a while, but I don’t know what to do. You see, there’s this sweet boy, his name is Goku. He’s so strong, and brave, and very sweet. Papa said that he knew Goku’s grandpa, Gohan. I asked papa if Gohan ever told him about Goku, of it Gohan knew about me. Whenever I ask papa looks away, and let me that he never knew. When I ask, why keeps turning away from me, he tells me because he doesn’t like to talk about Gohan. Papa says, it’s because it makes him sad. Mama, papa still treats me like a child. I could never do what I want to do.

“Papa said that after a while I will have to learn how to be a proper lady. I think I am proper. I have good manners, I respect everyone. I even holding my tongue when adults are talking. It gets me so mad. Papa also said soon I won’t be able to wear my armor anymore, because it’s not proper. But I can’t help it, especially when I found out this armor belonged to you.” I could feel tears sliding down my face. “Mama, I wish you were alive. Maybe you would have known what to tell me to feel better. Mama, I don’t want to tell papa that…” I started to sob. “That I… that I don’t want to rule the kingdom. I don’t feel like that’s for me. But papa won’t hear it. What can I do for him to see that?” I fell asleep crying that night.

…

After getting the dragon balls from the base I was about to fly to West City, since the dragon radar seems broken. Not too long that I got on nimbus I heard my name. I looked down, and there were my friends. Then I saw Bulma, and rushed in. after she looked at the radar, she said it wasn’t broken. Then Master Roshi mention someone named Baba. Whoever that was, could help me find the last dragon ball. I got really excited that I get to bring back my friend’s dad.

Before we set off to Baba and we went to a town. Apparently my gi was so torn from all the fighting, that I needed another one. While the tailor was making my new clothes, I went off to get Upa. Once I got Upa and a new gi we all set out to find Baba. Once there, we found out if we couldn’t pay that we had to win 5 fights to get our fortune told. I was being super hopeful this turns out well. After all, it’s my fault Upa father was killed. That fight left me feeling angry and guilty. Angry at myself for not being able to stop Tao, and angry at Tao for bring innocent people into our fight. The guilt still felt heavy, and I wanted to do everything to make it up to Upa and his father. Especially since, they too helped me out.

During the final match I was getting a weird feeling about this fighter. It felt so familiar, and his scent was comforting. It’s like I knew this person, but where? It almost feels like a dream. During our fight I felt he was mocking me. I was getting angrier and angrier as he kept countering my every attack. I wasn’t going to let him win.

Then he did something I never excepted. He grabbed my tail. He used my weakness against me. The pain was so unbearable I silently begged it would end. The pain was so much I couldn’t think, or speak. All I could do was feel, feel every ounce of pain from everything. From the tail pulling, being thrown around, being slammed to the floor. I heard muffles, could that be my friends? I wasn’t sure. Then suddenly my tail snapped.

When it did, I finally had enough strength to stumble. “Why you do that for?!” I was so enraged I was going to attack him for what he did. How dear he! Then he said he gives up. NO! Don’t give up! Give me right to out lash my furry. He took off his mask, and I couldn’t believe it. “Grand… grand… grandpa?” I felt my body shake as he said it was him.

I ran to him, my anger replaced with over joy seeing grandpa again. Then for the first time since his death, I cried. I didn’t want to let him go. He looked to my friends and complimented them. But I wish he could see all my friends. I was going to tell him about that I met his old training friend, Ox King, and tell him about Chichi. But I was reminded that I had a fortune to claim. Maybe, if I ever get another chance, I’ll tell you grandpa, I’ll tell you about Chichi.

[heyiwrotesomethings]

Demon Slayer - Kanae Kocho x She/Her Reader

Thank you for writing my request with Shinobu, The Final Battle. It was really good and I loved every bit of it. I really love reading all your stories cause there so good.

I wad wondering if you could do one with Kanae.

So while Tanjiro, Zenitus and Inosuke are resting and healing at the Butterfly Estate, they met Kanae and Zenitus falls in love with her.

He asks her to marry him every time he see her but she said she already married and the Butterfly girls alway scolded him for it.

Shinobu get annoyed by the constant proposals to her sister and telling the Reader (Kanae's wife) who’s very close with Shinobu and the Butterfly girls since they see her as second mother figure.

The Reader looks super sacred but instead is absolute sweetheart and teddy bear.

One day, the Reader walks in on this and scares Zenitus to hiding behind Kanae. She then introduces the reader as her wife to the boys before poking fun at her for being jealous.

Spoken For

Kanae Kochou x She/Her Reader

A/N: Thank you! I’m glad you liked that one and I hope you’ll like this one too : ) I tried not to bully Zenitsu too much but he kind of deserves it sometimes lol. Thanks for reading! Word Count: 2,877

“WAAHHHHHHH SHE’S SO PERFECT!” Zenitsu screamed as soon as Kanae left the infirmary.

“Zenitsu, could you please stop yelling!” Tanjirou pleaded.

“I CAN YELL LOUDER THAN ANY OF YOU!” Inosuke crowed, not wanting to be left out.

The boys had been healing from their latest mission where they had encountered Upper Moon Six in the Entertainment District. It was a hard battle, but they managed to come out victorious, but not unscathed of course.

But that didn’t seem to matter to Zenitsu however, not when it came to Kochou Kanae nursing him back to health. In fact some of the girls were starting to worry he would scrape himself up on purpose to cry for Kanae to patch him up. It was actually rather sad.

“Neither of you guys get it! You constantly blow me away with how repressed you are!” Zenitsu howled. “Have you any eyes? A brain? Kochou Kanae is the ideal woman! Soft shiny hair, incredible body, angelic face, sweet temperament, she smells amazing, her voice is soft as silk and sweet as summer rain, and she’s a Hashira! A strong, beautiful woman to protect and love me for all time! I’m in love! I wanna marry her so bad!”

“Stop screaming!” Aoi yelled as she and the younger girls came into the infirmary, “the whole estate can hear you!” She thumped all the medicines she was carrying onto Zenitsu’s bedside table with a huff.

“Here is your medicine.”

“What?” Zenitsu whined. “But I want Kanae-sama to help me take it. I can’t get it down without her encouragement!”

“You can and you will. Now drink.” Aoi commanded before moving on to Inosuke.

“No! You don’t understand, I need her. She’s my future wife—“

“How many times is it going to take before you understand that she is spoken for? Kanae-sama is already married! Happily so!”

“I’ve never seen them! She can’t be that happy if they’re never around!” Zenitsu pouted.

The aura in the room changed and Zenitsu paled because of the pointed looks all four of the girls gave him.

“What?!”

The girls were growing especially tired of Zenitsu’s antics every time he visited. It was bad enough Kanae was too nice to tell him off, but for him to feel comfortable enough to insinuate that (Y/n) didn’t provide Kanae with the love she deserved was straight up blasphemy.

(Y/n) was every bit as kind and loving as Kanae, and the girls couldn’t imagine one without the other. Even when they were busy on separate missions, one could feel the love they had for each other even several kilometers apart.

Zenitsu didn’t pose a threat, they knew that, but to even suggest that their family could be so easily broken was an insult beyond measure.

“How could you suggest such a thing?” Kiyo gasped.

“Kanae-sama is very happy.” Sumi huffed.

“No one is more suited for her than (Y/n)-sama.” Naho nodded.

“So get that idea out of your head already, you’re embarrassing yourself.” Aoi said.

“So mean!” Zenitsu wailed. “Doesn’t anyone want me to be happy?”

“Find your happiness someplace else and stop sniffing around my sister!”

Zenitsu screamed and hid under the covers.

“AH! So fast and quiet! Why are you here?!”

“To incentivize you to silence yourself. If you don’t, I have been given permission to sedate you.” Shinobu explained sternly, threateningly tapping the needle in her hand, “We have patients that are trying to sleep. Your constant screaming is stressing everyone out.”

Shinobu was as scary as she was beautiful, which was to say that meant she was very scary, at least in Zenitsu’s eyes. She was always scolding him and interrupting his time with Kanae. And now here she was playing interference yet again!

“Please don’t give me that! Please!” Zenitsu cried, curling into a tight ball beneath the covers.

“Then be quiet. Anything more than a whisper and I will not hesitate.” Shinobu warned. “Now drink your medicine.”

Zenitsu still whined, albeit much quieter, and reached his hand out beneath the covers to bring one of the medicine cups into his cave.

“Thank you Shinobu-san.” Tanjirou said gratefully.

“I bet that little pokey thing couldn’t take me down!” Inosuke boasted.

“I don’t doubt it, you’re like a damn honey badger.”

“A boar!”

“Yes, yes, whatever.” Shinobu waved her hand dismissively. “Rest up boys, and Zenitsu,”

“Ee!?” He squawked.

“Leave my sister alone, I mean it. If this continues to be a problem I’ll be sure to bring it to (Y/n)’s attention when she comes back from her mission.”

“Is (Y/n)-san coming back soon?” Tanjirou asked excitedly, “We always seem to miss each other. I look forward to meeting her.”

“Yes, it shouldn’t be much longer!” Naho bounced where she stood.

“She did say it shouldn’t be much longer in her last letters to us!” Sumi remembered.

“You’re right!” Kiyo clapped.

Sumi and Kiyo joined Naho in bouncing excitedly while Shinobu and Aoi smiled fondly at their antics.

Zenitsu pouted beneath his covers. He just couldn’t understand why they all seemed to love this woman so much when she spent so much time away. If he had a magnificent home filled with a bunch of girls who loved and respected him, he wouldn’t leave for even a second!

How is it that a cad like Uzui Tengen and someone as absent as Kochou (Y/n) be happily married to such breathtaking women? Life was so unfair, Zenitsu just wanted to scream! Not right now of course, not unless he wanted Shinobu to stab him with that concerningly large needle. He would keep a low profile for a little while, but he couldn’t imagine giving up on Kanae.

He would sweep her off her feet before this (Y/n) person came back and laugh right in her face!

***

“I can’t believe that little weasel.” Shinobu muttered angrily to Kanao as the pair watched Zenitsu follow Kanae around the garden like an imprinted duckling.

Kanao nodded along, sharing the sentiment.

“And you just know he’s wearing on Nee-san. She’s just too nice to tell him so. I can’t keep scaring him off all the time, it’s driving me crazy!”

Kanao nodded sagely, content to let Shinobu vent all of her frustrations.

Shinobu released a guttural sigh when she looked back out upon the garden just in time to witness Zenitsu pluck one of their rarest flowers to present it to Kanae. She took the offering with a smile that was dangerously close to being a grimace.

“If I have to sit here for even five more seconds I am going to explode,” Shinobu said, rising to her feet, “Come on Kanao, I don’t care where we go as long as it’s not here.”

Kanao tilted her head to the side and rose to her feet as well, happy to join Shinobu on her tromp through the trees that surrounded the property.

While Shinobu complained and Kanao listend, they had almost made it to the main road when they heard someone approaching and looked up. Both girls lit up visibly when they saw who it was smiling back at them.

“Ah, finally some familiar faces! Good morning!” (Y/n) cheerfully greeted, quickly closing the distance that still stretched between them so she could pick Shinobu and Kanao up in a tight embrace.

“About time you got back.” Shinobu grinned when her feet touched the ground again. “What took you so long?”

“Oh, sorry, there was this poor farmer on the side of the road. He hurt his back plowing his field so I gave him a little first aid and helped him and his kids finish the field. And then there was this old woman’s cat stuck in a tree,”

“Alright, that’s enough,” Shinobu rolled her eyes, “You are too nice.”

And with those words, Shinobu’s mood soured again as she remembered why she and Kanao were walking out so far to begin with.

“Something wrong?” (Y/n) asked. “Do you want to talk about it?”

“Yes, actually,” Shinobu huffed, crossing her arms, “you know that boy I wrote to you about? The one who has a crush on Kanae?”

“Yeah, I remember,” (Y/n) gave an uncomfortable chuckle, “Aoi and Kanao have mentioned him too, I believe.”

Though (Y/n)’s missions had her traveling further than most, she always kept in touch with all who called the Butterfly Estate home. When she wrote her letters, they were always in neatly tied stacks, a personalized letter for each resident to remind them of how much she cared and thought about all of them.

Shinobu turned to Kanao, mildly surprised, “I can understand Aoi, but you brought him up to?”

“He disrupts the peace.” Kanao stated quietly. She may not have been as outwardly unhappy with Zenitsu’s advances on Kanae as the others, but that didn’t mean she wasn’t affected by it.

“Oh boy, what has he done now?” (Y/n) was almost loathed to hear it.

She had heard a lot about this boy over the last couple months. He was part of a small team that frequented the mansion, but their paths had yet to cross. Whenever she was home, the team was out and vice-versa. The mental image the girls had painted for her through their stories was far from flattering, that was for sure.

“It doesn’t matter what I say or do, he’s always in Kanae’s space. I can scare him off for a little while, but he just goes right back to it when the dust has settled. What’s worse is that Nee-san won’t say anything to him about his behavior no matter how invasive or rowdy he gets,”

Shinobu shook her head with annoyance, but then put her hand on (Y/n)’s shoulder,

“But now your back and he’s still here! This is your chance to give him what’s coming to him!”

(Y/n) rubbed the back of her neck. She was curious about the boy and she wasn’t exactly happy with how he acted around the girls and especially her wife, but she couldn’t help but be nervous.

For all the times the other girls complained about the boy, Kanae never talked about his antics in her letters or in person. (Y/n) didn’t know if she should take that with a grain of salt, that Kanae would rather spend her time talking about anything else, or be worried that Kanae might actually like the attention.

Still, Kanae had chosen her, married her. (Y/n) loved Kanae and she wasn’t going to let her go without a fight! Unless, she really wanted to go. Gods, she really hoped Kanae didn’t want to leave her. This was such an uncomfortable situation! (Y/n) could just about cry!

“Why so tense all of the sudden?” Shinobu quirked an eyebrow up and moved behind (Y/n) to push her in the direction of home, “Come on, let’s go!”

Kanao followed suit, helping Shinobu push (Y/n) along while various depressing outcomes played in (Y/n)’s mind about how this was going to go down.

***

“Today’s the day, today’s the day~!” Zenitsu sang.

He had already had a lovely morning with Kanae without any of the usual backlash from Shinobu. Perhaps she was coming around to the idea of him becoming her brother-in-law?

He giggled and twirled around Inosuke and Tanjirou.

“Today’s the day… for what exactly?” Tanjirou asked.

“Today’s the day I ask Kanae to marry me!” Zenitsu revealed with a squeal, hugging himself tightly.

“You ask her every day! Usually more than once a day!” Tanjirou shook his head in disbelief.

“But today is the day she will say yes!” Zenitsu declared.

“She already has a mate!” Inosuke yelled from the tree he was hanging upside down from. “Don’t you know that you could get killed for such an offense?”

“We’re humans,” Zenitsu clicked his tongue, “I wouldn’t expect you to understand, running wild in the mountains, but we civilized people don’t have to adhere to whatever Jungle Book nonsense you’re spouting.”

“Actually, I have heard quite a few awfully sad stories of people who have been killed by jilted lovers.” Tanjirou provided with a sincerely distraught expression.

“Listen up!” Zenitsu fumed, “Kanae-sama and I are going to be happily married and if you want to come to the wedding, you better start acting supportive!”

Just then, Kanae glided through the front entrance of the mansion and Zenitsu nearly jumped fifty feet in the air.

“Here she comes, get lost! This has to be a private moment! You’re gonna ruin it!” He shoved Tanjirou back into the trees and made shooing motions at Inosuke dangling within sight before giving up on him and skipping over to Kanae.

“Hi, Kanae-sama~!” He called, waving excitedly, “Did you find a nice place to put that pretty flower I gave you?”

“Yes, I did. Thank you.” Truthfully, she had to work quickly to preserve the medicinal properties of the rare plant, but she didn’t want Zenitsu to feel bad.

Zenitsu rolled on the ground at her feet, very pleased with himself. When he came to a stop, he rose himself to kneel on one knee before Kanae, a lovestruck smile on his face. He pressed one hand over his heart and held the other out for Kanae to take should she feel so inclined (She didn’t).

“Kanae-sama, the most beautiful, kindest, strongest woman I know, will you accept my proposal of marriage on this gorgeous day?” He asked for the umpteenth time that week.

Kanae sighed inwardly, and before she could reject the boy yet again, she noticed the small audience that had gathered nearby and smiled brightly.

“Welcome home my love! Zenitsu-kun, meet my wife, (Y/n)!”

“Huh?” Zenitsu turned, to face the shadow that was suddenly looming over him and felt all the blood drain from his face.

The woman standing over him was positively terrifying. She was roughed up from her long mission and the way she carried herself promised that she could squish Zenitsu like a bug if she so desired and her eyes seemed to pierce right through to his very soul.

“Hey.” (Y/n) greeted, then cleared her throat when she heard how severe she sounded.

Ugh, this felt so weird. If she was anxious before, she was even more so now. She already felt stiff and tired from her mission and now she made it back just in time to witness this boy propose to her wife.

There was a pregnant pause, and then Zenitsu screamed.

“I’m sorry! I’m sorry!” He cried, scooting rapidly on his knees to cower behind Kanae. “I didn’t- I didn’t know!”

“What?” (Y/n) muttered, “Did I say something wrong?”

“You did too know!” Shinobu felt personally insulted by the blatant lie, “I must have told you a million times!”

“What did I tell you? You’re about to be ripped apart!” Inosuke cackled while he swung from a branch.

“Please don’t kill me! Please!” Zenitsu groveled.

“Why would—?”

“Please! I’ll never try to take her from you again! You have my word!”

(Y/n) was bewildered to say the least. Did she really look like the type to rip someone apart? She looked back up to Kanae and the Flower Hashira giggled sweetly at her unsure expression. She reached out to (Y/n) and hugged her tightly.

“Aww, are you jealous sweetheart?” Kanae cooed.

“There is nothing to be jealous about! I’m just a lowly worm! I mean you no harm!” Zenitsu, quite literally, flipped out and went to go hide behind Tanjirou instead who had decided he could come out into the open.

“Maybe I am feeling a little jealous and insecure about this, but I would never dream about killing someone over it.” (Y/n) frowned. Just who did they think she was?

“Oh, darling,” Kanae cupped (Y/n)’s cheeks in her hands, “You have nothing to feel bad about. I love you, and that will never change no matter how long we are apart.”

“Stoooop, you’re going to make me cry!”

Kanae chuckled and held her wife even closer still, taking in all that she had missed while they had been separated. Then she turned to the boys, beaming excitedly.

“Tanjirou-kun, Inosuke-kun, Zenitsu-kun, come meet my wife!”

“Nooo!” Zenitsu screamed before running into the mansion, presumably to hide in a corner somewhere deep within. Maybe Nezuko’s box if she wasn’t already in there.

“Nice to meet you, (Y/n)-san!” Tanjirou greeted pleasantly.

“Let me test your power against mine!” Inosuke hollered.

“I’m sorry, I’m a little too tired to spar right now, but I’d be happy to train with you another time. It’s really nice meeting you though, I’m glad to have faces to match with the names.”

“We should go inside, there will be more time for getting to know each other later. Hopefully Zenitsu-kun will have calmed down by then.” Kanae suggested. She was already checking (Y/n) over for any injuries she may have sustained in her time away.

“I still have to find Sumi, Kiyo, Naho and Aoi.” (Y/n) would feel bad if she fell asleep without visiting with everyone first.

“We can stop by the infirmary, don’t fret.” Kanae assured.

Kanae pulled her wife along by the hand, overjoyed to feel her skin against hers once again. She kissed her sweetly on the cheek, ignoring Shinobu’s fake gagging as she did so.

[chippedaxe]

yessss for karl?! omg yess please pleas please can you write a dom step sis! reader ruining innocent stepbro! karl!!

like she teases him and he just isn’t experienced at all and she just fucking destroys him, wanking him until the sensitive little bunny is crying and begging to stop from overstimulation

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Title: Silly Boy

Warnings: !TW: STEPCEST!, NSFW (Minors DNI), cursing, corruption ig, blackmail, degrading, teasing, humiliation, penis degrading, small penis, overstimulation

Pronouns: She/her Afab

Synopsis: The reader dominates Karl and knocks him down a peg.

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- This prolly isn't what u wanted but I thought of this and wanted to write it! also this hasn't been proofread and it hasn't been edited at all!

*Btw Veruca Salt is a spoiled kid that gets everything she wants, from Charlie and the chocolate factory.

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Your eyes glared down at the younger boy, towering over him to show dominance "S-sis, what're you doing?" Karl asked "Trying to scare you, is it working?" you leaned down and kept eye contact with the stammering boy "u-um not really.." he stuttered out "then why're you stuttering over your words? You're obviously intimidated." you placed your hands on your hips.

"Well why're you trying to intimidate me? I'm just trying to read this book!" he groaned "Because someone has to knock you down a peg, you think just because you're younger that you can get everything you want? Well not if I can help it!" you were furious by the boy.

"What're you on about? What've I done to you?" Karl asked worriedly "You've been asking for a whole lot this week, veruca salt!" you threw your arms in the air and started pacing around him and his chair "What? Like what?" Karl was utterly confused "You've been asking for non-stop rides to your friends houses, and you've been leaving your laundry around for mother to do!" you cross your arms.

"You're overreacting!" Karl complained "Oh I'm not done! You've also been taking money from mom's purse!" you called him out "What- how did you know about that??" Karl immediately became tense "Oh you look so stressed dear brother, just relax- don't worry... I'm not gonna tell her-" Karl sighed in relief "Oh thank god" and got cut off by you finishing your sentence "-If you promise to be a good brother and listen to what your stepsister says!" you finished.

"WHAT? No way! I'm telling mom and dad!" He began to stand up but you pushed him back down "Oh no no no, you're gonna tell them what? That you stole the $200 that mom presumed was stolen by a thief? You gonna explain that to her after she already called authorities and had someone sent to jail?" you spat venom at him.

"You're evil!" Karl shouted "Me? Evil? I'm not the thief here" you grinned mischievously "Although I could be- if you don't wanna have to do everything I say then just give me something precious you own" you held your hand out expectantly "What am I supposed to give you? My soul?" Karl questioned "If you can bare to part with it then yes" you gave a mean smile in response to his sarcasm.

"I have literally nothing!" Karl exclaimed "You have your phone" you suggested "Dad would kill me if he found out I'd given it away!" He shouted "he'd kill you if he found out about that money too" you reminded him "I- I could give you... I'll let you date one of my friends!" Karl smiled nervously as he hoped you'd agree "What friends? You're a nerd, no one would want to be friends with you" snickered.

"S-Sapnap! He's strong, he loves animals, he has big muscles!" Karl said "The brute with dark hair? He's cute but not my type" you yawned "U-m.. Quackity?" a bead of sweat dropped down his face "He's super cool, really funny!" Karl was starting to worry as he was already running out of friends to pair you with "No.. My type is nerdy boys that I can dominate, ones that get nervous a lot and stutter over their sentences" you hinted.

"Oh- like Wilbur? I'm not really his friend but I can try something!!" Karl wasn't getting the hint "No, I was thinking more specifically towards someone like you." you finally told him "M-me? But I'm your brother!" Karl was in disbelief "Step-brother. And I don't really like you, I just think that you're pitiful and if you're gonna be selling someone's body to me in exchange to keep your secrets safe than it may as well be yours." you explained.

"But- Well- I've never done that before!" he put his hands up defensively "Well obviously, who would want to touch a greasy nerd like you?" you sighed. "Well- No, that's wrong!" he shook his head "Well I'm not gonna make you, just give me something else then and I'll be on my way" you told him. Karl looked down at his feet for a moment as he mulled over what was happening and what decision he was gonna make.

Karl lifted his head and made eye contact with you "Okay." he replied "Okay what? Okay you're gonna give me something?" you asked "No- I mean- okay I'm gonna give you my body" he mumbled quietly "Gonna need to speak up, can't hear you over the sound of our parents crying over having such a disappointing child" you ridiculed him.

"I'll give you my body, damnit!" he yelled "hey- quiet down, our parents are only just down stairs!" you made him shut up. "Whatever" he leaned back in his chair and slumped down "Karl. You need to give me your full consent, you can't just go 'yea whatever' and expect me to be fine with that!" you furrowed your eyebrows "Why?? What- do you need me to beg you for it?!" he was getting aggravated.

"Actually yes, I do" you decided to torment him a little bit "Big sis, please please please fuck this desperate loser" he put his hands together to make a praying gesture as he mocked you "That's more like it, runt." you grabbed his chin and forced him to face you "We can stop at any time, if you choose not to speak up then that'll be your fault" you made sure he was fully aware that he had a say even though he wasn't in control.

"Thanks. Now- how do we?" Karl was now confused on what you were gonna do, and he was having some type of delusion that he was gonna be the one in charge dominating you. "I think I'm just gonna have some fun by jerking you off, is that okay bunny?" you teased "W-what do you mean you're gonna jerk me off?" Karl asked nervously "I'm gonna stroke your dick, never done that before?" you bullied him.

"N-no, never even thought about it.." his face became red and flushed, you slowly slid onto his lap and straddled his leg "No? You haven't? Are you lying to your big sister? That's not very nice you know, Mom always told me that you shouldn't lie (Unless it's to your dad) " Karl glanced away from you and tried to hide his face "Aw you can tell me the truth, I'm a good listener after all!" you encouraged him "I haven't.." he persisted.

"Well then let me introduce you to the pleasure that is being jerked off, slide your pants down" you instructed "What? Do I have to.." he was clearly embarrassed "No. I guess I could just palm you through your pants" you shrugged. Karl sighed in relief and let out a small breath, tilting his head back in the chair and waiting for you to do what you wanted.

Your hand dipped between his legs, your palm rubbing his growing bulge "H-Hey that feels weird" he told you "So what? You want me to stop?" he shut his mouth, encouraging you to keep palming him. "This would feel a lot better if you let your cock free, instead your trapping it in your tight pants and strangling it.." you frowned "F-fine.." Karl blushed as he slowly pulled his pants down.

You watched in delight as he released his penis "Oh is this what you were worried about?" you stared down at it "O-Oh god-" Karl felt humiliated and went to put it away but you stopped him "It's cute.. I wouldn't expect a nerd's penis to be big anyways" you told him. Karl's little cock twitched at your words, moving slightly on its own "oh. my. god. You LIKE when I'm mean to you! That's why you never argue back! It all makes sense now.." Karl looked down to avert eye contact.

"That's perfect Karl, you love when I'm mean to you- and I love to make fun of you! Win Win!" you felt a small rush of excitement. Your hand wrapped around his cock which forced a choked out moan from him, his hands moving to cover his face "you're acting quite rude Karl. Look at your big sister when she's talking to you!" you ordered.

Karl slowly revealed his face, revealing how much pleasure he was having. "F-Feel's weird, let go!" he ushered you to let go of his penis, even though his body disagreed; his hips bucking up into your hand to help finish him off "Trust your big sister." you said as you continued to pump your hand around his cock. "Fuck! Fuck you!" Karl's whole body shuddered as he was having an orgasm, his penis twitching in your hand.

"Wow Karl, that was rude." you huffed and narrowed your eyes, your hand still lingering on his crotch "A-are you done now?" Karl panted as he was trying to catch his breath "Done? I've barely even started!" you laughed maniacally as you began to slowly stroke him again "Ah- no no no, that's too much!" Karl whined. "You want me to stop?" you asked him "Yes!" he exclaimed so you let go and pulled away "What?" Karl was confused and a bit upset "Hm? What is it?" you asked "You're just.. done?" he looked saddened.

"You told me to stop!" you explained "yeah but.. I didn't really mean it.." Karl's cheeks were dusted red "Well come back here then" you grabbed his hips and forced him back down onto his chair. Karl was already eager and bucking his hips up against you, your hand grabbed him again and started to jerk him off "Ah!- Ah-" Karl tried to keep quiet but couldn't help the escaped noises that came out.

You placed your free hand over his mouth to try and muffle his moans, his voice vibrating against your hand "You can never be quiet! Always have something to say, don't you?" you rolled your eyes at him. Karl clenched his eyes shut and tapped the chair repeatedly with his hand to let you know he was ready to cum again, you let him release his load yet again but you didn't remove your hand.

"A-Again?? I can only take so much.." Karl whimpered and whined "You're feeling this way already? But I've only just started!" You frowned "Well I guess I can give you a break now but there won't be any breaks later on when our parents go out to dinner." you stood up and got off him. "T-Thanks.." Karl huffed "For what?" you asked "Thanks for um- pleasuring me?" you scoffed and walked back to your room, ready to return at night time when you had Karl all to yourself.

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*guys lemme know if u want a part 2 bc I could certainly make one of the reader x karl at night time after their parents have left.

[bartxnhood]

we failed.

gif not mine

| tom!peter x fem!reader, platonic!avengers x fem!reader

summary: you and peter go on a solo mission to save kids and teens that were being turned into super soldiers and you failed. the whole place went up in flames.

warnings: wounds, innocent people dying, angst.

authors note: this will have a second part! it’s in the works right now. i’ve been watching the hunger games recently so i was inspired. i hope you all enjoy !

(not proofread)

when tony came to you with the idea of a mission with peter, you were all ears. you hadn’t been on a mission in a long time, and you were pretty close with peter. you two got along well and pretty quickly. you stayed at the compound mostly, so peter would just visit sometimes. you were close with the other avengers, sure. you were closest to natasha and clint, you were highly skilled in archery, and natasha often trained you. not to say you were on their level but you knew more than the average person. you’d stay up late on weekends practicing your moves or your aim. you wanted to get better, you wanted to prove yourself to tony. he was kind enough to bring you in after being rescued. you knew that tony had expectations. you probably couldn’t meet them but it was worth a shot.

maybe this would be the mission he’d finally see you.

the mission would be risky. with the threat of more super soldiers in the city, no one got to rest. it was a continuous growth of them too. where were they getting the serum? no one knew, well no one could figure it out. you wondered why they didn’t just get steve or bucky to do this. you weren’t a super-soldier. you were just a human with barely any skills. tony had told you that with these being children and teenagers, he thought you and peter could handle it. it took some thought but you finally agreed. peter too. like you, peter was just trying to prove himself to tony. he was just like you, you both had something to prove and this would be the mission.

you stood in the common area staring out the window. arms crossed as you began thinking about the job you would be leaving for soon. “you ready?” you heard natasha ask, coming up behind you. you shrugged, looking over her shoulder. “i’m scared” you admitted, then tuned your head back to the window. so many things could go wrong, yet so many things could go right. it was going to be very hard. natasha placed her hand on your shoulder. “you’ll be okay. you’re very talented.” she tried her best to comfort you. you sighed and nodded, “i just don’t want to let you guys down.” you weren’t the one to talk about your feelings openly. after everything you’ve been through, you’ve learned to keep your walls high. you only talked to natasha the most, she reminded you of her older sister. you never told her. clint knew most of your secrets. he was easy for you to talk to. he listened, you didn’t know how well but he did. he was one person that felt like family to you. “you could never let us down, y/n. you’re strong and you know how to fight. you’ve learned from the best” natasha assured all your worries, she turned you to face her. “trust your instincts. it will be okay” she smiled.

“y/n! get ready!” you heard the voice of peter holler for you. quickly getting your emotions together, taking a deep breath. you flashed a smile to natasha, mouthing a “thank you” and jogged to your other friend. “you read for this?” he asked, his curls falling in his eyes. you nodded. “just nervous. this is my first mission without everyone else..” the two of you walked down the hall until you made it to the jet. “listen, i know we’re still pretty young but i’ve seen what you can do, y/n. i think we’ll do great” he gave you a sheepish grin and boarded the jet.

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it wasn’t long until you arrived at the destination, a construction site a few miles out of town. sketchy. great. peter had changed into his suit, and you did too. yours was similar to natasha’s but you had red detailing and your quiver was both red and black to match your suit. you hopped down on the roof of the tallest building, standing next to peter. “do you have your earpiece in?” you asked, he nodded. “okay. on your say” you whispered. you watched people stories below you unload another truck of hostages. quietly you tapped back in with tony, he was supervising. “tony, they just brought another truck of hostages” you made sure you were quiet, just enough for your ‘boss’ to hear you.

“proceed with the plan. i don’t care if it takes longer. get them out of there.” you nodded, “okay.” you looked at peter, he gave you a nod before jumping down and doing his thing. you went opposite of him, taking one of your explosive arrows out, aiming the bow at a barrel of the serum.

“now!” peter said into his earpiece. you shot the arrow and quickly jumped off the building. you used one of the grappling hooks natasha taught you how to use. it stuck to the wall as you made it to the ground safely. you looked around the explosion, once you thought you were clear you made a run inside for the hostages. you let your bow hang on your back, prying the door open and getting in. “i’m in” you whispered to peter. taking slow and steady steps, it was too quiet for your liking. you peered around the corner, a few soldiers standing by. you went back, hiding against the wall you pulled out two knives. wielding them you peered around again, quickly throwing both knives allowing them to hit the soldiers in the neck. you watched them fall before proceeding.

as five minutes passed you cleared the building. nothing. no one in sight. just the two guards. suddenly, peter came running in. “i bought us some time. any luck?” he asked, running to you. you shook your head. “just two soldiers.” you answered. looking around, you shifted your weight to your left leg. “peter, this doesn’t feel right” you whispered, weary of someone watching you two. “it’ll be okay. focus on the kids” he assured you. you only nodded. he started out of the way he came in and you followed. “take the left, i’ll go right. the kids have to be in there” peter suggested. you nodded, following his lead. now, why were you taking orders from him? well, he’s more experienced than you. he has powers, you don’t. he took out a handful of soldiers back there, you couldn’t do that.

you entered the left entrance as quiet as you could be. tiptoeing across the concrete floor, slowly bringing out your bow ready to shoot anyone in your way. you walked cautiously against the walls. still seeing no one. you heard silent cries, which you assume were the hostages. you walked through a door, pushing it open gently. you saw cages full of children, from very young to peters age. your heart ached. they all look terrified, you continued to walk. putting a finger over your lips hoping they’d get the signal not to panic. “i’m here to help” you whispered, raising your arms. “my friend, spiderman will be here soon. we’re going to get you guys out of this, okay?” they all nodded, feeling hopeful now that someone has come to the rescue.

within seconds, peter arrived he came up behind you. seeing all the kids being held in those cages like animals only fueled his anger. “we have to get them out of there.” you nodded. “how?” you asked, he thought for a second. “does anyone know who has the keys to your locks?” he asked, turning around and looking over the crowd of cages. they all shook their heads. “they’re wearing masks.” a young boy said. they all agreed.

well, this just got harder.

you started to get anxious, a pit in your stomach was beginning to grow. not here, not now. “okay. if you guys can stay put for us. just a little bit longer, we can get you guys out of here” you said, you saw a majority of the kids nodding. the others looked a bit skeptical. you and peter left the room, searching the upstairs for anything or anyone. you started to take a step but better grabbed your arm. his grin was tight. unusually tight. “don’t” he whispered. you couldn’t see his face because of his mask but you knew his senses were freaking out. his body language was enough. in the distance your heard shuffling, grabbing your bow you aimed at the doorway. slowly, someone walked out aiming his gun at you. saying nothing. face covered by a black ski mask. you aimed at him as well, keeping your composure. you didn’t want to rush.

you stared at the person for what felt like an eternity, peter had finally had enough. webbing his gun and yanking it away. he was quick to attack the man and take him down.

when did peter get so strong?

“y/n! the keys!” he hollered. you quickly released your sim and put your bow away. peter tossed the keys to you and you turned around heading down the stairs again. peter following behind you.

you made it back to the kids, their faces lit up when they saw the keys in your hands. you opened the carabiner clip and handed peter half of the keys. “here, i don’t know which one goes to which but we have to be fast” you instructed. peter nodded and went to the other side.

you began going through each key testing it on the locks, some worked, others didn’t. a few kids got out. you told them to run and don’t stop running until they get to safety.

“y/n.” peter said, his senses pulling him away from the kids and looking at the west wall. “what?” you asked, flipping through another key and trying it. “someone’s here.”

out of nowhere you could feel the ground beneath you begin to rumble. the children started whimpering. you didn’t know what to do. “we’ll come back for you all. stay put” peter said, he dropped the keys ran over to you, and grabbed your arm to drag you out. you dropped the keys at your feet and followed him out. when you got out of the building you saw the group of soldiers, having weapons in their hands. your chest starts getting tighter. this wasn’t going to end well.

the group didn’t say anything, they just stared at you. peter let go of your arm, he got into stance and you grabbed your bow. taking in a deep breath, grabbing an arrow from your quiver, and drawing back.

the opposing side started firing their weapons, you were quick to aim and shoot your arrow, striking one of them. grabbing another arrow and drawing back peter leaped up in the air, dodging their bullets and using his webs to yank the weapons from their hands and started fighting. you shot another arrow, striking another soldier and then running into action.

“take one of the smaller ones, i got this!” peter told you, you didn’t respond and locked your eyes on the two smallest ones. you got a few punches in, surprisingly they weren’t as strong as you anticipated. you got them down with a few blows to the head and using your leg to kick their legs out. something natasha taught you.

you looked at peter, he was getting most of the guys and when you stepped in to help him it hit easier. “they’re not strong, peter” you chimed, looking around your surroundings. “i know. this isn’t right” he hummed. loud booming was heard behind you, in a second you whipped around seeing two large men standing outside the building where the children are. “oh my god” you mumbled then started sprinting, peter followed. you promised those kids you’d get them out. you had to. no exceptions. you grabbed your bow and an electric arrow. if you could stun one of the men it would be easier to get the kids out. you aimed carefully and let go of the bow and he fell to the floor as electricity flowed through his body.

“distract the other one, i’ve got to get the kids,” you told peter, he nodded and you separated once again. you entered the open room seeing the children crying, you started searching for the keys. mentally cursing when half of them are gone you looked at the kids frantically. we’re you going to let them down? the only thing you could think of was picking the lock. pulling out the bobby pin from your hair and using it to pick at the lock the best you can. you got maybe two kids out before the man you had electrocuted came behind you.

this was bad. he was stronger than the previous men you fought.

he grabbed you by the collar of your suit, throwing you across the large room and you slammed into the concrete wall. you heard a snap. it took you a few seconds to finally get back up. groaning as your back immediately became sore. as you stood up, your bow fell to your feet. crushed into pieces. oh god. this just got a lot harder. you got into a fighting stance, but you weren’t confident. he was stronger than you, by a lot. you couldn’t even get a punch in. he was all over you, punch after punch. kick after kick. your ass was getting beat.

in a swift motion, you pulled out your knife ready to use it. dodging his attempts to hit you, you took the opportunity to throw the knife. aiming for his neck, but hitting his shoulder. he dropped his arms looking at the knife sticking in his arm. he ripped it out, looking at you. tilting his head to the side. “oh you’ve got to be kidding me” you groaned, he started to launch at you but you kept your hands up guarding his attacks. you got cut by the knife more than once. your arms were stinging, but you had to focus. you tried your best to get him weak but nothing was working. you were starting to lose faith.

“y/n?! y/n!!” peter yelled, coming around the corner. “no! stay where you are” you yelled back, but it was too late. peter was already in your vision. the man grabbed you, arm around your neck while holding the knife to you. “don’t move, spider boy” his accent was thick, you couldn’t place it but that wasn’t the point. you suddenly became scared, all of your fears coming to light. staring at peter wide-eyed, nothing like this has ever happened to you. “listen, man, just let her go. we’ll leave. out of your hair”, he tried to convince the enemy.

the man holding you hostage stared at peter for a while, occasionally taking glances at you. “hmm” he grunted, gripping the knife. “i don’t think so” he lodged the knife into your shoulder causing you to shriek. he grabbed you by the collar and kicked you out of sight.

though the man couldn’t see it, peters eyes were staring daggers at him. rage filling his body and he brought his arms up. “that was a mistake” he growled, charging at the man.

his balled fist making contact with the man who just attacked you. punch after punch, not getting the super-soldier a chance to even breathe. he wanted the man dead for even laying a finger on you. when the soldier finally got the strength he pushed peter off of him, sending the boy flying upwards and hitting the ceiling. peter groaned, returning to the ground with his arms wrapping his side. he pushed himself up glaring at the soldier.

the unknown man grabbed peters arm and twisted it getting a scream from peter, his voice breaking. with the last bit of strength, peter had, he used his web-shooter and sprayed the man in the face to distract him. with the possibility of a broken peter tied up the soldier with his good arm. “stay..there” he panted, he started walking away. behind him, peter heard the man mutter something in his native language. peter turned around, seeing the grenade in his hand and dropping it to the ground. with peter stunned wide-eyed, he started running before the loud boom struck his ears.

peter didn’t know how long he was out but when he came to, the loud ringing of his ears was the only thing he could hear. he saw the rubble in front of him, everything in flames. the kids..they didn’t make it. he pushed himself up, groaning in pain and tears welling in his eyes. peter yanked off his mask walking over to your still body.

“y/n” peter called out for you, hoping you’d stir but you didn’t. he limped to you and fell by your side, hissing in pain. “y/n?” he shook your shoulder gently and picked up your body. “cmon. wake up for me. please” tears fell from his eyes looking down at your face. in a panic, you stirred, and quickly your eyes met with peters.

“what happened?” you whimpered.

you held your side in pain, face scrunched up at the aching. you probably had a few broken ribs, your face was covered in small cuts and blood pooling from your nose and forehead.

“i..i don’t know. we failed, y/n” he cried.

“the..the kids..” you breathed through the pain. “did they make it out?” peter was quiet, pushing your hair back. “no..” he sighed. you froze. those kids didn’t make it out because of you, you wanted to get up and do something but the pain was unbearable. your gaze falling on peter again. “they blew up the building. we couldn’t do anything.” peter explained. tears brimmed your eyes, you let all those kids down. how could you be so stupid?

“landing now, get ready” happy chimed through coms.

“happy is here, y/n” your friend spoke again. you accepted his help and carefully got up from all the rubble. you’d wince and gasp in pain, limping to the jet. “i know it hurts..we’re almost there”

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when arriving to the compound you were immediately rushed to the hospital ward. you were unconscious most of the time, from the pain and also the amounts of pain medication you were on. doctors said you were asleep for almost twelve hours

when waking up natasha was at your side. the fluorescent light quickly gave you a headache, natasha looked up from her book seeing your eyes awake. “y/n?” she whispered, hand going to your lying on the bed. “nat..” you groaned, hand going to your shoulder. “where am i?” you asked. natasha flashed you a weak smile “back at the compound.”

everything began flashing in your mind. memories of the explosions, the kids, peter coming to your side. bringing your good arm to your mouth, gasping quietly and tears brimming your eyes blurring your vision. “oh my god…the kids..” you cried. natasha quickly at your side wiping your tears. “friday, get the doctor and tony”

after being poked and pricked by the doctor, only making your anxiety worse. you overheard the doctor talking to tony. “she’ll be okay, she’s showing signs of post-traumatic stress disorder, it’ll take a while before she’s one hundred.” tony nodded, hand on his chin while thinking. “thanks” was all he said. he looked back at you from the glass before coming in. “how ya feelin, kiddo?” he sat in the chair next to your bed.

you made no effort to look at him. are you supposed to? after everything that happened. you failed. “‘m okay” you answered, playing with a loose thread of the hospital blanket.

“you tried your best. and that’s all you could do, kid. you did what was right” he gently patted your hand. “no” your voice cracked, biting your cheek to hold back tears. “i failed them, i failed you. you should’ve seen the look on their faces. they trusted me. and i let them down” tears began streaming down your face, but you didn’t care. “y/n, listen-“ your head whipped around to him. “i still see them, mr. stark. i see flashes of them. it’s heartbreaking. i should’ve died under that rubble. they’re innocent. just kids”

tony understood your pain, he’s experienced this before but, he has never reacted like this. he didn’t judge you, he knew you were in pain.

“people die in the line of fire all the time, none of this was your fault. it was a mistake. mistakes happen”

you looked back down at your blanket. “i just wanted to prove myself, mr. stark. i don’t have any abilities. i go on missions and i’m always the one downed. i’m sorry” guilt washed over you, doing all the talking. and maybe the medicine too. “you didn’t fail me, y/n. you’re still new. it’ll take time. don’t let this ruin you, kiddo. i need you”

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after laying in that god-awful hospital bed for about a week you finally got to go back to your room. where you spent most of your days. compared to other missions, this one hurt the worst. you’d lay in silence for hours, the ringing still in your ears. driving you crazy. you hadn’t seen natasha or clint after being discharged, you were afraid to even look at clint. the bow he gifted you were under all of the debris at the site.

“y/n, we’re coming in” natasha announced, opening your door, and clint followed behind her.

you reached overturning your lamp on with a simple tap. your face was still bruised, the deepest ones took longer to heal. scars decorated your cheeks and chin.

they sat next to you, one on either side of your shoulders holding your hands. “how do you feel?” the redhead asked, tucking some hair behind your ear. it was the first thing to bring you comfort since returning. “guilty” you answered, staring at the wall in front of you.

don’t cry, don’t cry.

“is there anything we can do to help?” clint’s raspy voice filled your ears. you shook your head. “i just..i want to be alone.” you finally looked at him. the similar feeling of guilt washed over you. “clint..i..” you started but got choked on a tear. natasha rubbed your back gingerly. “what is it, y/n? it’s okay” he tried his best to comfort you. “the bow..it broke. i’m so sorry. i tried. they were just so strong” tears unwillingly fell from your eyes. “don’t” he started, being gentle with your figure he wrapped his arms around you. “it’s okay, we’ll get you a new one. i promise.” you sobbed in his embrace, the first time crying in a while. it felt good.

you pulled away, sniffling. “i’m sorry” you wiped your eyes and cleared your throat. “where’s peter?” you asked, stealing glances from your close friends, who were more like family. “he’s in his room, why?” natasha asked. “i want to see him, nat. help me?”

. · . · . · . · . . · . · . · . · . . · . · . · . · . . · . · . · . · .

peter was handling this situation like you, though he was feeling guilt for you. he saw your fear being held by that soldier, your whole life was flashing before your face. he’d never seen you so frightened. he visited you while you were still unconscious, the pit of anxiety loomed over him staring at your body. butterfly bandages on your face, your shoulder was wrapped in thick amounts of cotton bandages. how could he be so stupid? leaving you alone with someone with five times your strength. you’re a strong person, so he often forgets you have no abilities.

it broke his heart, hearing the over heroes talk about his broken you were. he knew may was worried about him, he’d call in often. he explained everything to her. he had never stayed at the compound this long but he was staying for you. he experienced something traumatic and didn’t want you to be alone. he couldn’t live with himself if he knew you were suffering this much.

his senses had been off the rail, he sensed your sadness which is why he was staying for so long. he didn’t know if you wanted to see him or not, that’s why he was so reluctant to visit you. he thought you needed time.

a knock at his door pulled him from his deep thoughts, “come in.” his eyes glued to the door when he saw your figure being helped by natasha he sat up immediately.

you waved your friend off, “thank you, nat” you said under your breath. slowly making your way into peters room, avoiding his gaze because you knew that you’d break down when you saw him.

“are you okay?” he asked watching you sit on the edge of his bed. though, you didn’t answer. you were disoriented, staring at the floor. you didn’t know how long, but it was long enough for you to notice peters hand on top of yours. you followed up his arm, eyes finally landing on his face. almost immediately, your eyes filled with a pool of tears and you started sobbing.

“hey..hey..” he pulled you in gingerly for a hug. he didn’t want to inflict any more pain on your fragile body. you sobbed into his shoulder, letting out all of your frustrations. he held you, rubbing your back up and down whispering comforting words into your hair. it even brought tears to his eyes, seeing you so broke down. “i’m so..so scared peter. i don’t know what to do” you finally admitted.

he understood your pain, he didn’t know what else to do but continue making shapes on your back. occasionally playing with your hair while you let everything out. “i don’t know.” he mumbled, feeling helpless that he can’t do anything to ease your pain. “is there anything i can do, y/n/n?” you pulled away from his embrace, wiping your puffy eyes and nose. “just..don’t leave me. you’re the only person who understands. peter, please. just..stay with me” you begged.

peter brought his hand to your cheek, even if his hands were a bit rough and calloused you still melted into his touch. “i won’t go anywhere. i’ll be right here, i’m just a text or a yell away. okay?” he smiled, wiping away any more tears that fell. “everything will work out. it’s okay to be scared, just don’t let it ruin you. mkay? cmere” he pulled you in again for a hug. the only thing that kept you grounded for the rest of the night.

. · . · . · . · . . · . · . · . · . . · . · . · . · . . · . · . · . · .

it was close to midnight now, you had tossed and turned in your bed for the longest time now. every time you’d close your eyes you saw their faces. staring back at you with fear. you had nothing to fix your problems

music could work? you thought.

maybe. you grabbed your phone letting the lights illuminate your face. scrolling through a random playlist peter made, with the request of songs from the other avengers. you hit shuffle, turning your phone off and resting your eyes. focusing on the music. nothing else.

3:45 am

the sound of the soldiers voice lingers, his accent sending chills down your spine. you felt everything again. the sharp pain digging into your shoulders, that was the last thing you remember. now began the images of the children, seeing their faces, hearing their sobs. whatever you were dreaming about caused your reaction to gain everyone’s attention. “no…” your groaned, turning in your bed. “no..stop” you cried. you continued tossing, your screams filling the compound.

with a gentle shake, you jolted up. tears mixing in with the sweat beading on your face. you saw peter at your side, concern washing over his face. you wrapped your arms around him, sobbing into his shoulder.

peter used a hand to rub your back, his eyes going to the door where the other heroes stood. he waved them off, you needed him. no one else. you pulled away wiping your eyes. “can you stay? please?” you asked, he cupped your cheek and nodded. “you didn’t have to ask”

[makeste]

BnHA 323: “I Don’t Know How to Explain to You That You Should Care About Other People”

Previously on BnHA: Kacchan was all, “Izuku, I’m sorry.” Bakugou Stans were all, “[sobs for a week straight and tearfully awards him the Nobel Prize for character development].” Deku was all, “[faints in Kacchan’s arms].” Iida was all, “[trying to decide if Ochako genuinely tried to kill him a few minutes ago].” Horikoshi was all, “NO TIME FOR HUGS WE MUST GET BACK TO UA.” The civilians holed up at U.A. were all, “WE TOOK A VOTE AND DECIDED THAT WE’RE ALL GOING TO BE JERKS ABOUT THIS AND MAKE A BIG FUSS ABOUT YOU LETTING DEKU BACK INTO THE SCHOOL.” Deku was all “[stands there looking like he expected nothing less and breaking my heart more and more with each passing moment].” Ochako was all, “that does it, looks like I’m gonna have to do something about this... next chapter, that is.”

Today on BnHA: Flashback!Rat Principal is all “I just want you all to know that I spent nine million dollars turning U.A. into a giant Battleship-style grid that can burrow underground and zoom around in a giant subway maze because Horikoshi lacks a grounded understanding of both civil engineering and economics.” Back in the present day, Jeanist is all, “EVERYONE TAKE HEED, MY COMRADES AND I HAVE DEEMED IT EXPEDIENT TO CONVEY THIS AUSPICIOUS YOUTH BACK TO THIS STRONGHOLD. WE ANTICIPATE THAT WE MAY DEPEND UPON YOUR GOODWILL AND ACQUIESCENCE TO THESE TERMS.” The civilians were all, “NO.” Ochako was all, “EMPATHY, MOTHERFUCKERS, DO YOU SPEAK IT?!” The civilians were all, “oh shit.” Anyway so Ochako is a giant badass, but I’m a little worried that she’s going to get struck by lightning. Please come down from there.

so before we start this chapter, I would just like to apologize for having not posted the ch 321 recap yet, and would like to reassure everyone, and especially Iida who is staring at me with Sad Wobbly Guilt Trip Eyes, that I will get to that as soon as I can

OMG FLASHBACK??

yes please Horikoshi please show us more of class 1-A and their Deku intervention strategy jam sessions

oh dear

Iida you are too pure and good for this cruel world. [sprays the U.A. civilians with a water bottle] NO. BAD CIVILIANS! NO OSTRACIZING SCARED AND EXHAUSTED CHILDREN IN THE HOUSE

EXCUSE ME RAT PRINCIPAL WHAT’S WITH THESE MIXED MESSAGES

???

RAT PRINCIPAL: he’s free to return to us at any time!!

ALSO RAT PRINCIPAL: but it’s too risky for him to return to us

?? ??????? ?????????????????????

so now he’s going on about how strong the U.A. Barrier is, and how it’s comparable to the defensive capabilities of Tartarus. this would have sounded a lot more impressive before chapter 297 lol

OH!!!! HELLO, WHAT’S THIS!!!

A TIMELY CALLBACK TO A CERTAIN MYSTERIOUS EVENT WHICH HASN’T BEEN REFERENCED SINCE USJ? [U.A. TRAITOR MUSIC INTENSIFIES]

so now Rat Principal says he upgraded U.A.’s security systems with his own “modifications”, whatever the fuck that means. I mean look, I’ve been saying for a long time now that U.A. is the best place for everyone to hole up, don’t get me wrong. but that was mostly on account of there not being any other practical alternatives. but you’re making it sound like you figured out a way to actually make it Decay-proof or some wild shit like that

-- hold up, DID YOU ADD A FORCE FIELD. DID YOU TRICK THIS SCHOOL OUT WAKANDA-STYLE YOU CRAZY MARSUPIAL. HOLY SHIT. because that would actually be perfect

LMAO

WHAT KIND OF GALAXY BRAIN BULLSHIT. “NAH THERE’S NO NEED FOR A FORCE FIELD, LET’S JUST PUT WHEELS ON IT”

oh okay so the whole campus is basically capable of burrowing itself underground. that’s insane lol I wonder how they pulled that off. probably got poor Cementoss working overtime

blah blah blah so basically the entire campus is split into a grid and each section of the grid is capable of its own independent movement. lol this is just the Merone Base from KHR. you thought no one would notice this casual plagiarism ten years after the fact, but YOU UNDERESTIMATED YOUR AUDIENCE, HORIKOSHI

“joke’s on you imma just lampshade it” WELL ALL RIGHT THEN

“look at me I’m so fucking self-aware” fucking swear to god. I can’t believe this man is my favorite mangaka of all time smdh

“excuse me, I wasn’t finished describing all the rest of this bullshit yet,” Rat Principal breaks in impatiently. “we also added a steel wall all around the underground of the campus that’s 3000 steel plates thick. that’s fifteen fucking meters of solid fucking steel just fyi. and if anyone fucks around with any part of it the defense system will activate immediately! and also all of the plates are independently motorized, whatever the fuck that means!! in conclusion you’re gonna need a fucking tower crane to suspend all of your disbelief by the time I’m through with this paragraph”

“also Shiketsu is almost as reinforced as U.A. but not quite because we still had to make sure we were better.” but of course. and apparently the two schools are connected via a secret tunnel as Hagakure mentioned earlier

LSDKFJLSDKJFLK

“WAIT WHAT” LMAO YOU HEARD HIM, NOW INASA CAN VISIT YOU BOTH IN THE MIDDLE OF THE NIGHT AND TELL YOU ALL ABOUT THE WEIRD DREAM HE HAD. GOD BLESS YOU HORIKOSHI

(ETA: moment of appreciation for Shouto and Katsuki having the same thought at the same time and making Knowing Eye Contact and saying the exact same thing out loud in perfect unison like the best friends they are. what a blessed day.)

so Tokoyami is all “but wait if you engineered all this shit all the way back during the Band arc how did you even know that Tomura’s quirk awakening would become a thing, Horikoshi -- uh, I mean, Principal Nezu”

and Rat Principal is all “lol idk”

“basically I just woke up one morning and was all ‘say, you know what this school really needs? a fifteen-meter-thick underground steel wall, and the ability to break up into little pieces that individually zoom around wherever the fuck they want.’ jesus christ. lol if money and common sense were apparently no obstacle why didn’t you just teleport U.A. to the fucking moon or something. maybe I should shut up before I given him any ideas

dsfaelkjldkjgl

you heard it here first, folks, all of this cost a grand total of nine million U.S. dollars. well technically it cost “more than” nine million dollars. never has that distinction been more important lmao. are we sure this barrier was really made of steel and not cardboard? who the hell sold it to them, Ea-Nasir??

this is my favorite manga series of all time. yes I am ashamed

“in conclusion please do your best to reach Deku-kun” SO WHAT WAS ALL THAT NONSENSE ABOUT IT BEING TOO RISKY THEN. anyway thank you for this super informative and edifying flashback, Horikoshi. I will cherish it always. I don’t even want to read another translation of this absurdity lmao, there’s something special about it just the way it is. pretty sure Horikoshi just had a cracked out fever dream one night and transferred it to the pages of the manga verbatim

anyway so back to the unruly mob

not their finest moment. please excuse me while I cover poor Deku’s ears and give him a good shoosh pap

oh wow the parents are out here too

is Mitsuki trying to hold Inko back?? that’s the last thing this fandom needs right now is more Mitsuki discourse fffwlkjs. and even Jiroudad, scientifically proven to be the best dad in all of BnHA, is just standing there silently looking vaguely unhappy. way to rise to the moment you guys

MONOMA

so this settles it for me that Aizawa is not at UA. I know a lot of people have been wondering about his whereabouts, and if I had to wager a guess it would be that something happened with Shirakumo/Kurogiri. I can’t think of anything else -- even the loss of an eye and a limb -- that would keep him from his kids at a time like this

anyway but this is excellent Monoma content right here though. I love that he apparently adopted Eri after a single interaction with her. also WHERE IS SHINSOU DAMMIT. THE PEOPLE NEED TO KNOW

and Kouta’s there too looking like he wants to run over to Deku but Ragdoll won’t let him :/

it’s gotta be pretty upsetting for him to see his hero like this and not having anyone stand up for him. [taps megaphone] IS THIS THING ON. OKAY YEAH IT SEEMS TO BE WORKING. AHEM. PAGING URARAKA OCHAKO. GONNA NEED YOU TO GET OVER HERE ALREADY AND MAKE THAT BIG DRAMATIC SPEECH WHICH YOU ARE CLEARLY DYING TO MAKE. IF YOU DON’T DO IT SOON I’M GONNA HAVE TO STEP IN, AND YOU REALLY DON’T WANT ME TO DO THAT SINCE MY SPEECH WILL NOT BE VERY GOOD OR INSPIRING, AND WILL PROBABLY JUST CONSIST OF “HELLO, YOU ARE ALL STUPID, PLEASE SHUT UP AND GO AWAY”

so now Mic is telling them to calm down. at least someone’s speaking up here, geez

OH MY GOD

MY MAN JEANIST OUT HERE DOING WHAT HE DOES BEST: MAKING EVERYONE FEEL GUILTY AND JUDGED

OH MY GOD HE IS GIVING SUCH A LONG AND BORING SPEECH LMAO IS YOUR STRATEGY TO PUT THEM ALL TO SLEEP OR WHAT

truly in awe of this man’s ability to take messages which could easily be conveyed in ELI5-speak, and stubbornly convert them into incomprehensible language the likes of which you need a graduate degree in order to understand

“hey guys, so originally our plan was to use Deku as bait for the villains, but that didn’t really work and also we realized it was kinda dumb and was probably gonna get him killed, so we brought him back here instead.” was that really so hard, Jeanist. also are we all really just gonna sit back here and watch Jeanist take full credit for Bakugou’s plan just like that lmao

(ETA:

WHERE DID ENDEAVOR GO AND WHO IS THIS DIABOLICAL MASTER OF DISGUISE. lol I genuinely didn’t notice this because I was too busy digging through thesauruses trying to rewrite Jeanist’s speech; many thanks to @class1akids​ for pointing it out and making my day immeasurably better. take it easy there Dick Tracy.)

“anyway so please stop being dicks and let him fucking rest so he can save all your ungrateful asses” what an impassioned and inspiring plea. time to see if the masses will listen to reason

narrator: they did not listen to reason

oh my god finally Ochako is doing something. YEAH OCHAKO WOOOO SHOW THEM HOW IT’S DONE

hmm

this entire chapter is truly and utterly nonsensical to me lol

(ETA: on my second readthrough I’m fucking dying at how she stole the megaphone right out of Mic’s hand lmao. and how Kacchan is all “fuck yeah nothing I appreciate more than some quality fucking larceny.”)

oh I see she was jumping on top of the main building so as to scream down at them all more impressively

“ANYWAY DEKU IS PRETTY COOL ACTUALLY, YOU GUYS ARE JUST MEAN” couldn’t have said it better myself Ochako

lol uh

gotta say I did not have “Ochako reveals the secret of OFA to the entire U.A. Citizen Clown Parade” on my bingo card for this week. it’s a bold strategy cotton let’s see if it pays off

SDLFKJSL

“NO, SERIOUSLY, HAVE YOU LOOKED AT HIM YOU GUYS. YOU THINK HE LIKES RUNNING AROUND DRESSED LIKE A RUSTED OIL DRUM?? HE DID THAT FOR YOU YOU UNGRATEFUL SLOBS”

so she is basically explaining the entire Deku Angst arc to them and explaining what a good and selfless protagonist Deku is, YES, PREACH

OMG IT’S THE GIGANTIC FOX LADY

not to insinuate anything, but what exactly were you doing standing out here with the hysterical mob, Gigantic Fox Lady? you’re better than that

-- KACCHAN SIGHTING!!

sdlkfjl. thanks for weighing in with that helpful and important observation. where have you been for the last five minutes. were you asleep. was it Jeanist’s speech

never mind, now he’s yelling at the civilians so I instantly forgive him

THE FUTURE NUMBER ONE HERO, EVERYONE. THANK YOU, THANK YOU. HE’LL BE HERE ALL WEEK

“anyway so I’m just going to end the chapter here” lmao seventeen pages truly do go by so fast. at least he didn’t try to force in a cliffhanger at the end this time. dare I say, growth

so I guess the civilians are either gonna have a Kamino and/or Fukuoka-esque moment where they remember how to be decent people and apologize to this poor young man, or else they’ll remain unpersuaded, and so Kacchan will have to knock a few of their heads around until they become more inclined to be reasonable. either option is fine by me lol

[natewriteslol]

everyone dealing with a horror game/movie protagonist! mc/reader who solves her problems with her fists, like reader already dealt with zombies, evil murder robots, demons, etc and when she saw overblots she just thinks "ah shit, here we go again" sorry if it's weird, i saw some movies called willy's wonderland, benny loves you and scout's guide to the zomvie apocalypse, thought it was hilarious and brilliant.

Y/N is gender neutral, however if you want this made with only fem pronouns then let me know :)

Warnings: talk of violence, overall elements of horror (zombies, demons etc)

Characters: Riddle Rosehearts, Leona Kingscholar, Azul Ashengrotto, Kalim-Al Asim

Y/N had been through alot to put it simply. It seemed as though once they had solved and defeated an evil within a certain universe, they got transported to another one. Battling zombies in a post apocalyptic world, surviving evil haunted robots as a minimum wage worker in a pizza shop and slaying great demons that transcended from the depths of hell.

Interesting things to put on a work application for sure. But soon they get transported to another universe… this could be interesting for sure.

Riddle:

-When he had overblotted he felt incredibly humiliated

-He was supposed to demonstrate the discipline of the Queen of Hearts

-And for him to lose his cool completely?

-Riddle felt as though he needed to apologize to Y/N after all they were the one to fix him

-He invited you over

-“I got you this, Y/N. I sincerely apologize for the overblot. I was completely out of line” Riddle said, holding out a gift basket to you.

-“Ah, thank you so much but don’t worry too much, Riddle. I’ve been through worse,” you smiled, taking the gift basket.

-Riddle becomes confused… what have you been through

-As you both grow closer you start telling him your experiences with your world

-By the great seven you’ve been through so much

-Just a tad bit scared of you however still wants the best for you

- “As much as I do care about forcing discipline, please remember to take care of yourself Y/N.”

Leona:

-Was incredibly weirded out that you were so paranoid

-He understood that things were different in your world but damn herbivore chill

-When he was in overblot he was a little pissed that you were so unfazed at his power and the peril you were in

-Once you saved him he was a little embarrassed

-“I guess I should apologize… I’m sorry for losing my cool”

- “No problem, I’ve been through alot worse.”

-“What do you mean by that, herbivore?”

-And then you told him about your adventures and feats against all types of evil

-No wonder you were so paranoid, you were expecting to be put in some kind of peril

-Leona starts to be more considerate and affectionate towards you since you had been through alot

- “Listen, I promise nothing bad is gonna happen besides something like overblotting. And take care of yourself more, herbivore.”

Azul Ashengrotto:

-Ngl he thinks you’re a little bit suspicious

-I mean teleporting to their world, not having an application, you being incredibly anxious about your surroundings

-You had to be hiding something, but what was it?

-You had to be involved in some shady business

-Azul one day invited you to a private meeting to speak to you in the Monstro Lounge

- “Y/N, there is no need to hide anything from me. We’re friends after all. However you have an air to you that is quite suspicious, my dear”

-”Azul what-”

- “Now tell me, what business are you involved in? Money laundering, hitman, multi-level marketing scheme c’mon tell me-”

-“Azul, the reason why I’m anxious all the time as that I fought demons in my dimension.”

- “What-”

-Super flabbergasted, I mean demons? Evil robots?

-Genuinely quite intrigued, since I mean, you’ve survived this long

Kalim Al-Asim: -Thinks that you’re a lil strange for being so suspicious about everything but he brushes it off

-I mean aren’t we all a little strange! In our own fun ways right?

-Always tries to keep you calm

-And then asks you why you’re so on edge, “Hey Y/N, we’re friends right?”

- “Yeah, what’s up, Kalim?”

- “Why are you so anxious all the time? If there's something going on then you can tell me.”

-And then you tell him about the things you’ve experienced, fighting off demons, zombies etc

-Thinks that you’re super cool and strong, I mean doing all that without magic? That’s nuts!

-No wonder you were so capable with taking down those who overblotted

- “I know that you’re a real tough cookie, Y/N. But I’ll still protect you, you’ve got nothing to fear!”

-Kalim, my beloved afjlsjdafd

[mypoisonedvine]

please I need more of 40s alpha bucky becoming the winter soldier, i need to know what happens I need them to be together again I'm dying

coming right up, anon! it gets smutty under the cut... additional warnings for violence, threatened/implied noncon (very brief), angst, and also use of a syringe so needle phobics watch out

read part 1 first

"The woman... the Omega..." Bucky mumbled. "She knew me... she had my mark."

"No she didn't."

He furrowed his brow.  "She showed me..."

Pierce sighed, glancing over to the HYDRA scientist who looked back at him sternly.

"She's too dangerous to be left alive," the man sighed, shrugging in his labcoat. "We can't deprogram a bond like that."

"We'll take care of her," Pierce promised.

Bucky launched from the chair, snapping his restraints like paper. "Touch her and I'll fucking kill you!" he bellowed, tackling his handler to the ground.

Pierce just laughed as another scientist jabbed Bucky with a needle, dosing him with something strong enough to kill any other man but just enough to knock out a super soldier. Pierce stood up and dusted himself off as he watched Bucky go limp and be lifted back into his chair.

"I can see the fight in your eyes, Soldier," he taunted as he leaned in to his face. "I know you really would kill me, if you could. The spirit is willing but the flesh is weak, right? But don't worry about your mate, we'll make it quick and painless. Hey, maybe beforehand me and a few of the other Alphas will show her a good time, poor thing's been without her mate for 70 years... I bet she's raring to go."

Bucky's arm twitched as his eyes started to fall shut, a tear falling down his blank and motionless face.

"Wipe him," Pierce instructed to the scientist, turning and walking away as the electric whirr of the machine charging up filled the room.

//

Steve was impressed with how accurate and imminent your prediction was; HYDRA was hot on your trail and desperate to eliminate the biggest threat to their Asset. Knowing they were coming made it easier, but it was still a brutal fight.

You and Steve tried to stay together, but they were smart, they used the perfect bait to lure you away.

"Tell me where he is," you demanded from the HYDRA agent as you held a blade to his neck, "then I'll kill you."

"Isn't it supposed to be 'or I'll kill you'?" he frowned.

You shook your head. "Not the way I operate."

Opposite to the reaction you were expecting, he grinned widely. "He's here."

Your heart stopped.

"On the roof. He's here to kill you."

You dropped the knife and ran straight for the stairwell, ascending them like they were nothing and calling out for your Alpha.

You found him there, waiting, gun trained on you. Raising your hands in surrender, you yelled to him again.

"Bucky," you called across the windy roof, eyes nearly blinded by the bright afternoon sun. "Alpha."

"I'm not who you think I am," he yelled back. "I'm not your Alpha."

It hurt to hear it in his voice, but you knew it wasn't him. Cautiously, you stepped closer. "Before you left, you told me you didn't want to mark me and leave me behind," you recalled. "But I wanted it. I wanted to be bonded to you more than I'd ever wanted anything."

He could clearly see you were coming closer, he even tightened his finger over the trigger of his weapon, but he was waiting. You kept walking to him, slowly.

"I've never regretted it," you continued, "not even when I thought you were dead, not even when I had to spent a lifetime-- more than that-- apart from you."

Finally you were face to face, and you stepped closer until his gun was pressed right into your chest.

"You can shoot me now and I still won't regret it," you promised. "I love you."

Shakily, he lowered his weapon. "Omega..." he breathed.

"Your Omega."

He pulled you into him and you sobbed as you felt him come to life in your arms-- the real him, your Alpha, your Bucky. He held you close and breathed against the top of your head and it was like a dream coming true decades after you'd forced yourself to let it go.

But you'd never given up. And now you had found him again.

Agents started to come onto the roof and Bucky spun the two of you around, firing with his right hand and using the left, metal arm as a shield for you.

He carried you and you didn't even know where he was taking you, but it didn't matter. In his arms, you were home.

//

You hadn't stopped coming or crying for at least an hour. Bucky had all but split you open on his knot all night and he didn't show any signs of stopping.

He apparently intended to make up for lost time. And you'd lost a lot of time.

"Just one more, I know you can give me one more," he groaned furiously rubbing your clit as his knot began to swell again.

You could give him anything, as long as he asked for it like that.

You'd lost count of how many times he'd told you to come for him, and how many times you did it immediately.

"I can see how full you are," he whispered as he rubbed your stomach gently. "So much seed in you that your body can't hold it all."

You looked down and yep, you were distinctly bloated from his come alone; it made you a little dizzy to even look at it.

"The idea of you alone during your heats, no one to protect you, it kills me," he explained with a growl. "I won't let you go again. I can't."

"Then don't," you sighed. "Never leave this bed, fill me with everything you have."

"Did anybody ever help you through them? The heats?" he asked. "I wouldn't blame you, they can be so painful... I just need to know so I can make sure you forget about them."

"No, Bucky, never-- I never let anyone touch me."

"Steve could've helped you, at least some..."

"He wouldn't have, he loves you too much. And I wouldn't accept anything less than you, ever. You're my Alpha. We're bonded. There's never anyone else."

That didn't seem to satisfy him, his eyes darting away as he swallowed. Your gut sank with the realization he probably wasn't being totally honest about why he asked.

"Your ruts," you gasped. "Were you alone for all of them?"

He shut his lips tighter.

"Bucky, it's okay, just tell me. I was asleep for 70 years, I skipped most of them, but you... you had to live through them all."

"They gave me betas, and omegas," he mumbled, "but I don't... I don't really remember. I know they wanted me to. They threatened to hurt me if I didn't, because they knew I'd go crazy after so many ruts alone, but I can't remember if I really did it. I remember... I remember crying, and begging for you."

"Alpha," you breathed as you felt new tears run over the stains of your old ones. "It's okay. Whatever happened, it's okay now. We're together again. Everything's okay."

You wiped his tear away with your thumb, holding his face tightly, weaving your fingers into his long hair.

"I'll always be your Omega," you promised.

He leaned in closer to you, kissing your cheek before pulling back a little. "It's faded," he whispered as he ran his thumb over the mark on your neck. "The last time I saw it, it was still fresh."

"It's older, sure, but it's stronger than ever, Bucky."

//

Steve's eyes went wide when he saw you in the hall. "Surprised to see you out of the love nest so soon," he smirked.

"It's been three days, I don't think that counts as soon," you scoffed.

"It does to him," Steve frowned. "He's asleep, isn't he?"

"Yep."

"I know he wouldn't let you out of his sights if he was conscious," Steve chuckled.

At that moment, you heard Bucky call your name and run out into the hall, only a bedsheet covering his groin. You spun around and smiled when you saw him come running towards you, embracing you with his free arm.

"You should've told me you were leaving, I got scared when I woke up without you," he admitted weakly.

"Oh, I'm so sorry, I didn't mean to make you worry!"

He pulled back and clutched your face in both his hands. "I'm waking up next to you every morning for the rest of my life, you understand?"

You nodded dutifully. "Yes, Alpha."

"One hand on the sheet, please, Buck?" Steve winced, looking away.

“Whoops,” Bucky groaned, reaching to cover himself as you laughed softly.  

“Let’s go back to bed, baby,” you decided quietly, taking Bucky’s (free) hand in yours and waving goodbye to Steve, who was already making his way as far out of earshot as possible.

[xaharadesert]

Accidental Potion Drinking - Headcanon

Arcana Characters (Main 6) x MC

A/N: This is one of the super cute requests I’ve gotten from @firefly-child! It’s taken some time to get to it (as I’m currently working through older requests), but I’m super excited to write something light and fluffy :) the backstory provided was along the lines of MC and their LI having a little wine night when MC accidentally grabs the wrong bottle and they end up drinking a harmless potion instead, which is a really fun request! I don’t know anything about wine, so I’ll just casually skirt around that issue by leaving it to the reader’s imagination, but since the type of potion was left up to me I’ll definitely be having some fun describing the effects! Please let me know if there are any spelling or grammar mistakes, and requests are open!

TW: drinking, consumption of alcohol, tipsy characters, mentions of alcohol, sorry I don’t really know how to tag for this kind of thing, but the alcohol bit is really only mentioned briefly to set up the scene

❤️Julian❤️

It didn’t take long to realize that you had grabbed the wrong bottle, considering that after the two of you had taken a few sips of what you had thought was wine you had both started slowly floating upward

There were a few moments where Julian thought to himself “wow, this stuff must be pretty strong, I kinda feel like I’m floating” before he realized that, oh, he was, in fact, floating

This was followed shortly after by only a second of panic, which quickly turned into delight when he remembered he was dating a magician and this sort of thing was probably normal for you

Honestly though, as endearing as it would be for him to simply trust that you were pulling a harmless prank, you would probably be panicking a bit more because oh my stars you grabbed the wrong bottle and which potion was this exactly?

But of course, Julian has an infectious laugh, and seeing as you were already a bit tipsy and nothing majorly bad was currently happening, you dissolved into a fit of giggles as well

By now the two of you were drifting near the ceiling (thank goodness you were inside), laughing at each other as you tried not to spin too far apart

The effects of the potion wore off a few minutes later, seeing as you had only had a few sips each, and you settled down peacefully, no harm done

🧡Portia🧡

The two of you had been having a rather peaceful evening, for once devoid of any sort of job or task that needed tending to

You were genuinely relaxing, drinking wine and telling bad jokes that would send you into full-bellied laughter— the kind that only seemed to grow whenever you tried to stop

With that being said, it wasn’t that surprisingly when the two of you developed a bad case of the hiccups after a while

What was surprising were the bubbles that floated from your mouth afterward

Although you were initially confused, Portia’s obvious delight at the magical turn of events quickly dissuaded your worries

She was always thrilled whenever you performed even the smallest bit of magic in your daily life, and this was no different, even if it was an accident on your part

Her hiccups only seemed to get worse as she laughed harder, tears of joy starting to spill from her eyes

The mood was infectious, and you would find yourself joining her in her pure delight

Small moments of joy such as this permeated your relationship, but this one in particular would always be a favourite of Portia’s, she was sure

💛Lucio💛

You know, even with Mercedes and Melchoir’s incessant barking, you two had been having a rather relaxing evening, sharing your favourite wines with each other as Lucio regaled you with endless stories of his epic past battles and parties

However, as always, things took a turn in the most unexpected way

The two of you had only taken a few sips of a bottle you had brought out when you noticed the dogs’ barks seemed to sound… different

You tuned out Lucio for a moment and came to the realization that you were, in fact, hearing actual genuine words coming from the dogs’ mouths as they yelled at Lucio, an endless chant of “Dad, dad, dad!”

Lucio seemed to have not noticed, so you gave him a gentle shove and motioned for him to be quiet and listen to the dogs, which promptly lead to his own eyes widening and his mouth hanging open as he processed what was happening

He was thrilled, obviously, to be able to communicate with his beloved dogs, and all thoughts of the story he was telling were forgotten

In all honesty, Mercedes and Melchior didn’t seem to have a lot to say other than “Dad!” and “Love!”, but Lucio’s eyes were brimming with tears anyway as he hugged his dogs close

Let’s be real, having the opportunity to tell a beloved pet that you love them and to have them understand it would be one of the greatest feelings of all time, and Lucio was determined to not waste a second

What may have been a small mistake on your part was one of the greatest moments of Lucio’s life, in his words

💚Muriel💚

It wasn’t noticeable at first— then again, Muriel’s voice was rather deep

But after a few more sips, you couldn’t deny it; his voice was definitely getting higher

He had been in the middle of telling you about something funny one of the chicken’s had done that day, and you had been quietly listening, but now you absolutely had to know

So, as politely as possible, you interrupted him, only to find that, oh, yeah, your voice was much higher than before

Both of you seemed pretty shocked, but let’s be honest, it’s hard not to laugh when it sounds like both of you had just inhaled helium, which, apparently, was the effect of the potion you had accidentally poured out for the two of you to drink

Muriel tried to stifle his laughter, but failed miserably as you embraced the situation and let out a long and loud sound of joy

There was no harm in drinking the potion, luckily, so the two of you decided to continue as you were, telling stories in the most serious voices you could while trying not to burst out laughing

💙Asra💙

Most evenings you spent alone with Asra were filled with quiet laughter and gentle light continuing to illuminate the room even after the sun had bid you goodnight, and today was no different

You had opened a new bottle of wine just a few minutes prior, despite both you and Asra having slightly rosy cheeks from being a bit tipsy already

The cozy light of the lantern above your head reflected off of him in a way that almost made him seem like he was glowing, although combined with the way he dressed it wasn’t very unusual

That was until you reached out to him to push aside a stray curl from his face and subsequently realized that relative to you, he really was very much actually glowing

You had been telling him about a particularly stubborn customer earlier, and as a result, hadn’t had as much to drink, so the difference was clear

He picked up on your surprise quickly, and reached up toward his own hair, thinking perhaps there was something stuck in it that startled you, only to also see his skin was glowing with a faint light

Of course, he knew as well as you did that potions were often misplaced in the shop when there was no real urgency to keep them sorted, so he knew right away what was happening, and, frankly, he found it hilarious

If you were at all apprehensive about drinking random potions while tipsy, Asra would have been pick to put those thoughts from your mind by quickly downing more of the potion and snuffing out the lantern

This on it’s own would have been a funny sight, but when he smiled widely at you and you noticed that even his teeth were glowing with a bright white light, you wouldn’t have been able to do anything but laugh, which, of course, had been his plan all along

He would encourage you to drink the potion as well so the two of you could wander around in the darkened Vesuvian streets and scare other citizens :)

💜Nadia💜

Wine nights with Nadia are pretty common— it’s one of her favourite ways to unwind after a long day of working to improve Vesuvia

However, she’s usually the one providing the wine (seeing as she’s a very wealthy Countess), so nights like this one, where you brought over some of your favourites to share, were rather uncommon

The two of you weren’t particularly tipsy when you accidentally poured a potion into her glass instead of wine— an accident that you immediately recognized when Nadia morphed into an entirely different person in front of your eyes

Nadia herself seemed a bit surprised as well, seeing as the effect of the potion usually left the user with a mild child down their spine

You were quick to point out the error and apologize, but to your confusion Nadia seemed thrilled with the mistake

Blending in with Vesuvia’s population to gain a better understanding of her people was something she had always struggled to do, but you had just handed her the perfect opportunity

Wine forgotten, she grabbed your hand and lead you toward what was sure to be one of the most adventurous nights you had ever had in Vesuvia

[ptergwen]

only you and me

w/c: 6.7k

warnings: angst, mentions of weed, and some swearing

summary: whenever peter tries to tell you how he feels, harry gets in the way

a/n: ahhhh hi my loves! my mini writing break is over :,) life has been just a mess for me and i’ve been way more critical than usual about my work but i’m doing a little better and ready to get back into everything! this helped me a lot so i’m excited to share it with y’all <3 it’s also my first time writing harry osborn so lmk how i did lmaooofwfjj but yeah pls enjoy

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“dude, she’s right there! just tell her!” ned whisper yells to peter, elbowing him for emphasis. they’re hidden behind a wall to watch you at your locker. you’re grabbing books while betty rants to you and mj rolls her eyes. “not now. she looks... busy,” peter gulps, gaze trailing down your body. he always finds excuses to put off telling you how he feels.

or rather, excuses find him. something comes up every time he gets the courage to do it. he has no idea why he’s so scared because he’s pretty sure you like him back. pretty sure. there are a few reasons why you might not. also, plenty why you might. you stay up late texting most nights, and you’ve even flirted a couple of times. it never fails to make peter blush. he trips over his words whenever he tries to flirt back.

he’s had feelings for you since the first time you two hung out alone. none of your other friends could make it, but you happily took him up on his offer to come over. you grinned through his whole apartment tour, asked about may and what she does. when peter showed you his room, you even complimented his movie posters, much to his surprise.

“really? you don’t think they’re, like, dorky?”

“no, peter. your interests aren’t dorky. everyone likes what they like.”

and, he liked you. he knew it from that point on. you’d know it too if the universe wouldn’t keep stopping him from saying that.

“she’s so...” peter pauses for a second. him and ned watch you pull betty in by her shoulders as if you’re going to kiss her. she dodges you, mj pushing her back, all three of you giggling about it before you grab betty’s hands and give her words of encouragement. “cool,” peter finishes, turning back to ned. “i mean, how she puts herself out there like that.”

“what’s stopping you from doing the same thing?” ned points out with a knowing smile that peter returns. you make it look so easy. whenever you’re comfortable around people, you can let go of any doubts you have. you stop worrying about what they might think and instead do what you want. it’s inspiring to peter, and heart warming getting to be one of the people you’re fully you with.

he wishes he could apply your wisdom himself.

peter shakes his head, staring down at the floor. “oh, you know. anxiety, fear of rejection. that fun stuff.” “so, yourself,” ned concludes, clapping peter’s backpack so hard it makes him stumble forward. betty and mj wave goodbye to you before heading to their first class. you’re still getting your things together at your locker. this is peter’s moment.

“come on, dude! y/n’s not busy anymore. you got this.” ned keeps his hand on peter’s back, adding on, “it’s been a year already.” “half a year,” peter corrects him in a mumble. he’s liked you for a really long time. “ok, i’m going. wish me luck.” he takes a deep breath and focuses in on you. “aw, dude. you don’t need it.” ned gives him one last pat on the back. “good luck, though.” “thanks, man. see you in trig.”

right as peter starts heading over, harry comes up behind you and covers your eyes. you squeal, jumping up and turning to him, laughing as you playfully hit at his chest. he brings you into a hug where your face is buried in his sweater and probably inhaling his super strong, super expensive cologne.

that’s what’s stopping peter, harry freaking osborn. his own friend.

peter quickly loses the tiny bit of confidence ned gave him. he figures it might be better to hold off on his confession and get an early start to class. unfortunately, it doesn’t seem like that’s going to happen. harry has already spotted him and calls him over.

“hey, pete! come give us some love, eh?” harry beams, an arm slung around your shoulders and you smiling up at him. you direct your smile to peter when he slumps his way to your locker. his lips pull into a barely noticeable frown. you notice. “there’s my guy. why so down, sunshine?” harry offers his fist for a fist bump. peter gives it to him, eyes staying on you.

harry osborn. where to begin with such a specimen? he’s the perfect combination of everything you’d want in a guy. he gets good grades, he’s a star player on on the basketball team, nice to everyone and makes you laugh, popular yet fits right into your small group.

he was friends with you before the popular thing. what kicked it off was him making varsity basketball while only being a sophomore. yep, he’s unreal. since then, he’s been balancing his cool life and also hanging with “the nerds,” as he likes to call you. he got his own feelings for you along the way. peter can tell.

he’ll give you rides home, compliment how you look, basically act like your boyfriend without really being it. it absolutely infuriates peter because he doesn’t compare to harry in the slightest. if he were you and had the choice between himself or harry, he would pick harry.

it’s been a factor in why he hasn’t come clean about how he feels yet. he’s not trying to create a love triangle that he doesn’t stand a chance surviving in.

“for real, peter. you good?” you ask him, eyebrows knitted together in concern. “fine,” peter lies and musters up a smile. “i’m just tired. didn’t sleep too good last night.” you’re only more concerned now. this has been happening to him a lot lately. you search for his eyes. “again?”

“aw, man. you need something for it?” harry punches peter’s shoulder and lowers his voice. “i know this kid who-“ “harry, stop.” your words are serious, tone lighthearted. you throw your head back on his arm. “do you really know a kid?” “i’m not telling you,” he says in an overly happy voice, you humming the same way. peter feels like he’s third wheeling.

“i was telling pete.” harry looks at him expectantly, peter’s mouth dropping open while he thinks of what to say. harry likes to mess around. this is a different level, though. “no thanks. i- i shouldn’t. i’m-“ “relax, i don’t know a kid,” harry chuckles and points at peter. “your face right now.” it’s completely flushed. you knock into harry’s side.

“ok, well literally no one laughed. you’re scaring him,” you tell harry sternly. peter tugs tight on one of his backpack straps. he doesn’t feel like he’s third wheeling you two now. he feels like your kid. he’ll never let ned mettle in his love life ever again if this is where it gets him. “he knows i’m kidding, y/n/n. right?” harry checks with peter. you make a face at him that says you aren’t convinced.

he switches his arm from you to peter, drawing him into his side. “look, pete. i’m sorry. the only kid i know who’s selling is chocolates for his band trip.” you’re satisfied with that, grinning at both of them. peter forces a laugh and nods. “no worries, man. i gotta get to class.” “good boy,” harry lets him go. “bye, pete. we’ll see you at lunch,” you remind him. he gives you a tight lipped smile. “see you, y/n/n.”

you and harry continue practically spooning each other as soon as peter is out of sight.

what the hell is going on?

peter is back to being grumpy, plopping down in his seat next to ned. their teacher has the lesson plan pulled up on the smart board. ned looks from it to peter, almost jumping in his seat. “oh, you’re back already? how’d it go?” “it didn’t go,” peter huffs, copying down the aim. he’s only doing it so he doesn’t have to look ned in the eyes while telling him he bailed. again.

“you didn’t do it?” ned repeats, peter writing something about pi and a unit circle in his notebook. he bites the inside of his cheek. “you have to do it at some point,” ned sighs out and picks up his pencil. even he’s getting tired of this, and ned never gets tired of a good friends to lovers moment. “i think she likes harry,” peter says under his breath. “huh?” ned gasps.

peter doesn’t feel like explaining the extremely awkward moment he just finished living. although, it wouldn’t hurt to get a second opinion. “y/n. he came over, and they kept hugging and whatever.” “they always do that,” ned almost scoffs, their trigonometry teacher moving to stand in front of the class. “yeah, but he had his arm around her the whole time we-“

the bell rings and cuts their conversation short. peter struggles to label the unit circle they learn about when his mind is filled to its capacity with images of you and harry all over each other. it’s not daydreaming. this is a nightmare. maybe, he actually will be having sleep problems.

peter’s morning is relatively decent after that. he gets to do an experiment with mj in chemistry, and she lets him take the lead for once. spanish is easy, health is okay, then he has a free period, then it’s lunch. things can only go downhill from here.

he thinks about hiding in the library until it’s over, but it’s the thought of harry eating your face that gets him to drag himself to the cafeteria.

flash is at the head of your table talking to harry when peter gets there. great, now he can’t eat his soggy chicken fingers in peace. “sounds dope. let’s go on the-“ flash stops saying what he was saying and nods at peter. “penis parker, you’re late.” peter takes his seat on your left, harry on your right. you glance over at him to make sure he’s okay. he acts like he doesn’t care, peeling open his milk carton.

“just text me later, man. get outta here,” harry dismisses flash, the two of them doing a bro handshake before he leaves. he’s well aware of his and peter’s history. he keeps them separate for the obvious reasons. peter appreciates it because saying no to flash is nearly impossible. he shouldn’t be so mad at harry, should he? he’s a good friend.

harry’s arm snakes around your waist and brings you closer to him. never mind.

“who’s up for sushi later?” he asks the table, everyone agreeing and saying how awesome that sounds. everyone except peter. you tap his shoulder with a small smile. “what about you, peter? you coming?” he realizes you’re all waiting for him to respond and puts down his milk. “uh, i can’t. homework,” he lamely answers.

“dude, we have homework, too. just do it a little later,” ned suggests, betty laying her head on his shoulder. you share a look with her, your eyes wide and a grin on your lips. that must have been what you were talking about this morning. she asked for boy advice. ned advice. why can’t this crap work out for peter?

“i really can’t. sorry, guys,” peter half heartedly apologizes.

he misses the disappointment that crosses your features because he’s pouting at his lunch again.

“homework, huh?” mj tests him, squinting as she takes a sip of apple juice. harry nudges peter’s side with two fingers. “you still mad about the sleeping thing?” “sleeping thing? what sleeping thing?” betty wonders while ned rests his head against hers. a quiet laugh slips out of you as you lean in to tell her.

“peter said he couldn’t sleep last night, so harry offered him...” you mime rolling a joint. “i said no,” peter clarifies, rolling his eyes at the inevitable teasing he’s about to get. none of you have even smoked besides harry. you’re being annoying about it. “of course you did,” mj sighs and kicks her feet up on the table. “unrelated to what y/n just said... harry, i have insomnia.”

everyone bursts into laughter at that, betty shoving her side and you pulling harry by his torso as he pretends to go into his backpack. peter wants nothing to do with any of this. he usually enjoys joking around with the group, even if it’s at his expense because it’s from a place of love.

today feels like you’re straight up making fun of him. harry might as well invite flash to join in.

“alright, alright, alright. enough of the weed talk,” harry decides, you removing your arms from him and grabbing your coffee. “you’re such a bad influence.” your voice drips with sarcasm. you bend the straw and take a sip while scooting closer to peter. “you really can’t come later? i feel like i’ve barely seen you today.” that’s on harry. “i wish i could, y/n/n,” peter exhales. “i’ll text you later, okay?”

you don’t get to answer because mj tugs on your arm, distracting you from peter. she explains how she has to do an art project on what it means to be a woman and needs help brainstorming ideas. you’re full of them, offering up an interesting perspective for her to use. peter smiles to himself as he listens in. you find a new way to impress him every day.

he should tell you that.

“hey, y/n?” “listen to her! you’re seriously my idol,” betty gushes, so loudly you don’t hear peter. not a single thing has gone in his favor at this table. he gives up.

peter locks himself in his room when he gets home from his overall terrible day. he does homework like he said he would, only taking a break for dinner, giving one word replies to may’s questions about school. he’d much rather be having sushi with you. he would’ve gone if the others didn’t.

after dinner, it’s back to grumbling and scribbling down answers. there’s a knock at peter’s door around ten o’clock, which he assumes is may saying goodnight. “i’ll be done in a few minutes, may! love you.” “it’s y/n,” you reply, the smile clear in your voice. his eyes go comically wide. that’s the last thing he expected to hear. “oh. uh, come in.”

you’re holding a small takeout bag, shutting the door behind you and walking over to his desk. you meet his twinkling eyes in the dim light that hits off his walls. from his open window, you faintly hear cars as they rush by and honk their horns in the distance, accompanied by a fresh breeze. it’s cozy, safe. it’s peter.

“hey. what’re you doing here?” peter questions, leaving his pencil in his binder and shutting it. you shake around the plastic bag. “i saved you a roll.” he bites back a smile, getting up from his chair. “may let me in. she was really chill about it,” you continue and hold out the sushi for him. “it’s a california roll. i wasn’t sure what you wanted, and everyone likes those.”

peter lets his smile spread out and takes the bag from you. “thanks, y/n/n. i was honestly hoping one of you would have leftovers.” you laugh softly, peter setting the bag down on his desk. he scratches the back of his neck. “did you guys have fun?” “yeah. i missed you, though.” you clasp your hands behind your back. “everyone did.”

“i feel bad i didn’t go. just... things felt off today,” peter admits the real reason he stayed home, you letting out a breath. “it was harry, wasn’t it? god, he was being so weird.” your arms drop back to your sides. “there’s a difference between playing around and actually upsetting people.” by people, you mean peter. no one else seemed too bothered by him. “i’m sorry, peter. i tried to make him stop.”

“no, you don’t have to apologize,” peter assures you sweetly, grabbing one of your hands. “it’s not your fault, okay? he probably didn’t realize what he was doing. the jokes landed.” he’s referring to ned, mj, and betty finding harry’s comments hilarious. you lace your fingers with peter’s and frown. “this isn’t like him. maybe he’s stressed about a game.” your gaze drifts off to the side, what you see getting you to perk up.

“is that new?” you ask peter, leading him by his hand over to a poster he put up recently. it’s for 13 going on 30. you showed it to him a couple of weeks ago, and he clearly liked it a lot. any movie that makes it to peter’s wall is a special one. “mhm. i got it literally right after you went home the night we watched,” he chuckles and looks over at you while you study the poster.

you turn to face peter again, keeping your hand tight in his. “were you gonna tell me something earlier? at lunch?” he’s confused for a second, then he remembers your ideas for mj’s art project. the fact that you cared enough to bring it up after all these hours makes his stomach do summersaults in the best way. he shrugs and gives you a smile.

“the stuff you were saying about femininity and how there are so many ways to define it,” peter starts, you grinning back at him, at how he took an interest in what you were saying. “you’re so smart, y/n. you make me wanna be better.” a light pink dusts his cheeks. “peter, you’re a feminist?” you coo, joking but genuinely wondering at the same time. he squeezes your hand. “duh.”

“i thought so,” you nod, taking in the rest of what he said. “you think i’m smart? i trust you because you’re way smarter.” peter pffts in response. “i’m only good at, like, physics. you’re good at things that really matter. smart in that way.” you’re feeling your own face get hot. you swing yours and peter’s hands back and forth. “why are you the nicest person ever?”

the answer to that, may, peeks her head into the room. “hey, kids. it’s getting late.” she notices your intertwined hands and shoots peter a smirk. “i thought you were a cool aunt,” he teases, you sadly letting go of him. “she is. thanks for having me over so late,” you tell may on your way to the door. “oh, stop it. you can come over any time.” she puts a hand on your arm. “thank you so much,” you murmur back.

you walk backwards to the doorway, may leaving you two to say your goodbyes. “wanna hang out only you and me? on friday maybe?” that should make up for everything earlier. “yeah, of course. friday is perfect,” peter agrees and bounces on his feet as excitement takes over him. “thanks again for the sushi.”

“no problem. goodnight.” it’s taking every last bit of power in you to not freak out. “night. text me when you get home.” he presses his tongue into his cheek. you slowly pull the door shut. “ok, i will. bye!” it closes, leaving peter skipping across his room to his bed on one side and you doing a little happy dance on the other.

the next day at school, everything is back to normal. honestly, better than normal. your hangout with peter is tomorrow, and he’s planning on telling he likes you then. he already talked it over with ned. he’s relieved it’s finally happening, especially since him and betty have their own thing. she’ll be taking up most of his free time from here.

your group is spending lunch outside today, lounging across a picnic table, surrounded by trees and the shining sun in a bright blue sky. mj sits on the table and has her feet on the bench, which would usually bug peter to no end. he doesn’t mind this time because it takes up enough room that harry has to sit with ned and betty instead of you. you lean into peter’s side and stab a piece of lettuce from your salad.

“it’s so nice out,” betty sighs, ripping off half her cookie and giving it to ned. “we should ditch.” “oh my god, you sound like harry,” you groan between bites of salad. peter lets out a breathy laugh, you looping your arm through his. he grins down at where you’re linked. harry crosses his own arms over his chest. “she wishes.” betty only nods because her mouth is full of m&m’s.

“nah, seriously. i’d take us out somewhere, but i have practice after school.” he speaks quieter than he normally does, less confident. your theory about him having basketball drama was right. “what did we tell you? talk about the sports shit with your sports friends,” mj complains, sitting back on her hands. she glances at harry over her shoulder and catches ned mouthing you can’t say that.

sitting criss cross, she spins around to face harry, unenthusiastically saying, “what i meant was, you sound upset. what’s wrong?” harry gets into it right away, like he’s been waiting for someone to ask. “coach says there might be a scout at the next game. it’s a really good opportunity even though i don’t have to worry about... college yet.” the word makes him cringe.

“oh, damn. that’s a big deal. scary,” mj snorts, turning back to you and peter. her behavior makes ned internally face palm. “that’s awesome, dude. you’re gonna play amazing like always.” he gives harry a high five, who smiles nervously in response. he’s never nervous. “thanks, bro. you guys wanna come and watch?” he’s never invited you to one of his games before either.

this isn’t a group of friends that likes to spend their weekends in bleachers while angry teens shout around them.

“definitely. we’ll be there to support you, harry,” betty answers for everyone, ned pecking her cheek in satisfaction. mj cusses to herself before replying. “if i absolutely must, sure.” only you and peter haven’t said anything yet. he’s been chewing his lower lip, and you your salad. harry looks between you two hopefully. it’s more so at you, which peter doesn’t like.

“y/n? pete? it would help a lot, i’m serious.” he taps his fingers on the table until one of you speaks up. you’re the one who does. “i’ll go. this is pretty huge, right? congrats.” you reach across the table and squeeze his shoulder while simultaneously tightening your arm around peter’s. he takes that as a cue. “i’ll go, too. happy for you, man.”

though peter isn’t currently in the best place with harry, he should show his support by showing up. it can’t be too bad since the rest of you will be there.

a loud, long chuckle leaves harry as he hops up from his bench and comes to yours and peter’s. he bends over and wraps both of you in a hug from behind at the same time. his arms are around each of your shoulders, holding you so close his cheeks are squished against either of your heads. you giggle at that, peter finding himself laughing along and reaching back to ruffle harry’s hair.

staying mad at him is one of the world’s greatest challenges.

“you’re saints, both of you. my angels.” he kisses the back of your head, then lays one right on peter’s cheek, leaving him blushing red and grinning. “what about the rest of us? i never go to shit like this,” mj huffs and seems genuinely offended. harry wiggles his eyebrows. “you want a kiss?” his offer gets her flustered, which she can’t manage to hide. that’s a first.

“shut up. i’m just saying... never mind.” mj glares at you and peter, ned and betty making kissing noises behind her. “someone change the subject.” peter steps in. “when’s the game, harry?” he asks, harry snapping and waving his finger. “tomorrow! cancel your plans, kiddos.” “like we had any,” betty retorts.

some of you did. that was going to be peter’s hangout with you.

ned smiles sympathetically at peter before betty is getting his attention. you‘re unfazed and rambling to harry how proud you are of him.

did last night mean nothing? was it an empty gesture? were you only doing it out of guilt? peter must have read your visit wrong. he’s been wrong the whole time he’s liked you. you don’t like him back, you pity him. harry is who you’re really interested in.

may always says he should trust his instincts.

peter pulls his arm from yours suddenly, swinging his backpack onto his shoulders. you’re taken back because it’s so out of no where. you stop talking to harry so you can figure out his deal. “where are you going?” “bell’s gonna ring,” peter mumbles and picks up his lunch tray. he heads to the garbage can without another word or goodbye to anyone.

“i’m gonna go check on him,” you tell harry, already getting up from the bench. “you do that,” he acknowledges and calls mj’s name again.

peter tosses his mostly untouched food in the trash, seeing you make your way over from the corner of his eye. he tries to speed walk inside so he doesn’t have to talk to you. you’re too quick, cornering him between the door and brick wall.

“we still have ten minutes,” you state, worry flashing across your face. he’s avoiding you. well, attempting to. “what’s wrong?” peter gulps before saying anything. “my next class is on the other side of the-“ “no,” you cut him off. “what’s really wrong?”

he doesn’t feel like having this discussion. it’s bad enough he came to the realization his feelings are one sided. must he break that down for you so soon?

you toy with your sleeve while you speak because peter doesn’t. “i thought you and harry were fine again. i mean, he kissed you.” peter clenches his jaw so hard he can imagine the sound of it cracking. “it’s not about harry.” “what, then? what the fuck happened?” your sleeves are now balled in your fists. you hate it when peter does this angsty routine.

he keeps his voice low and calm so he doesn’t come off as jealous or hurt. he’s both of those things. “the game is tomorrow. friday. when we were supposed to hang out.” you meet peter’s eyes with nothing but remorse in yours. “i... i forgot,” is all you have to say.

you feel awful. he’s had a tough couple of days, and you fell through on your promise to cheer him up.

“clearly,” peter remarks, voice sharp. the way you’re looking at him makes him think he won’t like what’s coming. “peter, we have to go,” you almost whine. “i’m really sorry, i am, but this is a big night for harry. he needs us there.” peter stays silent. you’re twisting the knife deeper into him with every word. “i wouldn’t be cancelling if this wasn’t important.”

now you’re cancelling?

you reach for peter’s hand, but he shoves it into his pocket. that stings for you and him. “please, peter. we’ll hang out at the game, i swear.” this is the last chance you’ve got, so you pile it on. “harry won’t even be there, technically. he’ll... he’ll be on the court.” peter hadn’t thought about that. he lets himself unclench, starting to see the appeal. you add one more thing to lighten the mood and persuade him.

“i’ll buy you popcorn, all you can eat.” it’s that easy. cracking a smile, peter accepts. he’ll deal with his unresolved, unreciprocated feelings after he stuffs his face, courtesy of you. “you better. i’m gonna need it for this long ass game.” your face lights up, grabbing his wrist in both hands.

“so, you’ll come?” “i’ll be there,” he confirms. you throw your arms around his neck. he laughs into the hug and holds you by your middle. “i promise this’ll be the first and last game we ever go to,” you say and mean it. harry is lucky you’re even suffering through this a first time. “thank god,” peter exhales, resting his chin on your head.

that interaction leaves peter confused as hell. you’re crushing his mind and soul one minute, then hugging him the next. you were making him feel so special lasts night, and treating harry the same way today. it’s so jumbled that he isn’t sure if he’s in the friend zone or something more zone.

there are a ton of mixed signals coming his way, and he sucks at reading people as is.

he can’t take another second of this. he’d rather you come out and say you like harry already because it’s torture. knowing you don’t want him in that way would at least eliminate the possibility of anything happening between you two, and allow him to stop driving himself insane.

he’d be able to stop taking it out on harry, too.

the hold you have on peter, that you’re oblivious to, rules his every thought and decision. he’s constantly analyzing what you say to him, debating whether or not your affection is simply platonic. it’s been half a year of this madness, the night of harry’s game blurring every line so much more.

your group arrives a bit early to find seats and hype harry up before he plays. peter gets there after all of you because he’s not exactly in a rush to watch sweaty guys be aggressive. there’s only one upside, which is spending the night with you... and everyone else.

he steps into the gym that’s filling up fast with family members, friends, and the college scout harry was talking about. midtown has a different feeling to it at night. the smell of pencils is oddly stronger, and it’s a lot less intimidating.

cheerleaders are huddled in a circle while the team supervisor has them run their chants. the “leading official,” who peter thought was called a referee, takes his place off to the side. coaches give their players last minute instructions, players fool around with each other, a lot is going on.

peter scans the room for you, and grins a toothy grin when you catch his eyes. you’re sitting by yourself in one of the middle bleachers, only a bag of skinny pop in your lap. you return the smile once you spot him and wave him over.

“i don’t know why, but i thought they’d have an actual concession stand,” you explain the lack of fresh, buttery popcorn as peter takes a seat next to you. he catches the prepackaged bag you toss him. “it’s just a snack table.” “works either way,” peter hums and pokes the bag. “i’m not sure skinny pop is all i can eat, though.” “it’s good!” you defend the snack you chose for him.

“i’m kidding! you’re right, it’s kind of addicting.” he puts it by his feet for now and gives you a half smile. “you’re welcome,” you deadpan in a playful tone. “thanks.” he narrows his eyes. “where’s everyone else?” “right,” you twist around and gesture to the bleacher above you. mj is gloomily seated near the back. ned and betty are a few behind you.

“i told them to find their own seats so we can sit together, alone.” you look over at peter and move ever so slightly closer. “welcome to our friday hangout. just the two of us.” “aw, you didn’t have to do that,” peter laughs out, his knee bumping yours. “but, i’m happy you did.” he goes to put an arm around you, then harry comes racing up the stairs.

just the two of you didn’t last so long.

“y/n, i’m freaking out,” harry announces, zooming through your row to get over to you. he stops once he’s standing in front of peter and shakes him by his shoulder. “hey, pete. you made it.” “yup,” peter replies, pressing his lips together. you wince at his reaction, then quirk an eyebrow at harry. “you’re freaking out? why?”

harry sits down between you and peter, blissfully unaware of the moment he interrupted.

“i found the scout. he’s fucking terrifying as fuck. this super ripped guy, looks like he’d rather be anywhere else,” he talks quietly, like the man will hear him. “he’s not the only one,” peter says to himself, kicking around his bag of popcorn to pass time. you ignore him and grimace.

“shit. wait, how do you know it’s him? did they tell you?” you’re not sure how these things go. harry casually shrugs a shoulder. “dude has a clipboard. seems legit to me.” he gives you a cocky smile. “he’s also in the row before mj. that’s how i noticed. um...” his back now facing peter, he whispers something in your ear that makes you giggle.

peter’s face scrunches up as the spark of anger the past few days have lit reignites itself.

when harry pulls away, you motion for him to come closer with your index finger, cupping your hand around his ear and speaking into it.

nope, no more. peter is entirely about to explode. you cancelled your plans so you can force him to watch basketball, you sweet talk him so he’ll let it go, and you’re running right back to harry after all of that? what the hell does that mean?

peter stands up from his seat. “y/n, we need to talk,” he demands, you moving away from harry to respond. “ok, gimme a minute. we’re-“ “no, we need to talk now.” you don’t have time to refute because he’s taking your arm and dragging you away. harry squints at you in utter confusion.

“um, have a good game! we’ll talk later,” you call back to him, walking with peter even though you have no idea what his issue is and aren’t a fan of how he’s acting.

he releases you once you’re in the hallway. you make a point of harshly yanking your arm back, a scowl painting your lips. “jesus, peter. i was having a conversation.” “do you like harry?” peter blurts out. you’re so shocked at his abruptness that you don’t give him much to work with, only, “what?” “do you like harry?” he asks you again, this time less accusing and more curious.

“do i like...” you’re too aware of the seemingly hundreds of people surrounding you to answer comfortably. “can we talk about this somewhere else?” “sure,” peter nods, letting you lead the way since he did to get out here. you two go down the hall and choose the first room you see, which happens to be the custodian’s closet. it’s thankfully unlocked.

things were tense between you and peter on the way over, and it’s physically mirrored when you step into the room, air thick and smelling of lemon cleaning supplies. you tug on the string hanging down to turn on the light. it casts a faded glow, leaving you in mostly darkness. you sort of like it. this feels more intimate, which is fitting for what you’re both about to say.

neither one of you knows where to begin. peter’s question is ringing in the back of your mind, and you could touch on that, but there’s more to it than a simple yes or no. you don’t have to worry about it because peter gets his words out first.

“i think harry likes you, and i think you like him back,” peter restarts, already sounding deflated by what he came up with. “he doesn’t, and i don’t.” you take a step towards him. “he likes mj.” it’s peter’s turn to be shocked. the hint of a smile sets on your lips. “that’s what we were talking about. harry asked if he should take her to dinner after the game, and i said yes.”

this is going better than he expected.

“mj is the one who likes him, not me,” you reiterate and watch some life enter peter again, a tiny bit. he’s coming around, and he wants to believe you. his trust issues don’t. “but, you’re so... touchy with each other. the hugging the other day?” he mentions. you tilt your head to the side in amusement. “friends can’t hug?”

to be fair, you hugged peter yesterday. that’s a point rightfully shut down.

“he calls you pretty,” peter tries, raising both eyebrows. you have to laugh at this one. “you call may pretty.”

obviously, peter’s analysis skills could use some serious improvements. it sounds like he had the right idea, wrong person. your relationship with harry is platonic. hell, he’s crushing on a whole different person. this actually opens up the possibility of you liking peter in the romantic way, of him being in the something more zone. he had it backwards.

in case peter isn’t convinced yet, and because you really want to, you use one more trick to prove to him you don’t like harry.

“do me and harry do this?” your lips speak for you, colliding with peter’s unexpectedly yet easily. he feels like he’s floating, like he’s in some sort of magical wonderland until it hits him that this is real, and he should probably kiss you back. he does so softly and tangles his fingers in your locks. his hand supports the back of your head as the kiss goes on.

you push forward so your bodies are almost fused together, the closest you can be while you hold his jaw. peter breaks the kiss for a short breather, going back in without more than a moment passing. this one is feverish, his free arm looping around your lower back, hand resting on the small of it. you let out a giggle against his swollen lips and stroke your thumb over his jawline.

he’s been waiting to do this for the longest time, but he doesn’t have to tell you that. it shows in how eager he was to reciprocate, his shyness blossoming into passion. you feel yourself melting under his touch, the kiss eventually becoming a series of short pecks. peter gives you the final one. his pink lips form a grin when you pull apart. your hands stay on each other, not in a rush to go anywhere.

“woah, i like you so much,” peter laughs out. the words roll off his tongue naturally. “you know i like you,” you drawl, smiling at him, a full body smile while you caress his skin. he winds both arms around you and dips his head down to steal another kiss. you’re loving what’s happening. however, you don’t feel like making out while dirty brooms stare at you. you should take this back home.

“wanna get out of here? i do,” you suggest, voice muffled from his lips. they detach from yours and brush your cheek gently. peter makes a funny face. “hm, i thought we had to come. harry needs us,” he says what you did yesterday, earning a groan back. “you’re joking.” “i’m not. what kind of friends would we be, ditching him like that?”

he’s going to end you one day.

“yeah, no. i have no idea how basketball works, and i’d like to keep it that way,” peter drops the act, pressing his fingers into your sides. “i’ve been so mean to harry. i was...” “a dick?” you finish for him. it’s more of a statement than a question. to soften the blow, you rub his cheek with the tips of your fingers. “yup. he’s gonna think i hate him or something if we don’t stay.” his formerly smiley face is frowning.

“harry of all people will understand after we tell him our reasons,” you reassure him, nudging under his chin with your nose. “besides, he has other things to worry about. mj, the scout. it’s fine.” peter considers it, ultimately giving in to you like he always does, resting his forehead on yours. “i guess so. less distractions for him, yeah.” “exactly. that’s what i wanna hear.”

having his approval, you unwind yourself from him and head to the door. his fingers wrap around your wrist gently. “what about my popcorn?” a giggle escapes your lips. “you’re still on that?” “you said all i can eat!” his voice comes out high pitched, adorably high pitched.

“fine. i might have those bags you put in the microwave.” you smile when his fingers lock with yours, peter kissing the side of your head.

“even better. let’s go home.”

[xxdragonwriterxx]

🔥Where Is Your Rider?🔥

A/N: HEY EVERYONE!!! So, I just wanted to thank you guys for the massive amount of support you guys have given me recently, I just managed to reach a pretty significant follower count!!! I don’t want to specify the number because I don’t want to make this into a competition, but I’m so happy and grateful for all of you guys and the love and support you have shown me! As promised, I plan to celebrate with a face reveal! I’ll specify when I’m going to do it (as I don’t know when I won’t be busy, lol) but it will happen soon! For now, enjoy this super angsty short one-shot I have written for you guys! This was supposed to be a really short drabble but because I have no self control whatsoever, this ended up being nearly 3,000 words instead of the 500 I planned for it. Also, this was inspired by the two songs, “Where is Your Rider?” and “Pale White Horse” by the Oh Hellos! I hope you enjoy, and again, thank you guys so much!!! ❤️❤️❤️

🐉 Song Recommendation: “Pale White Horse” By: The Oh Hellos 🐉

Word Count: ~2.8k

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Levi braced his hands on his knees, panting so hard his throat burned with dry fire. That had been close. Too close. To say that the expedition had been a nightmare would’ve been an understatement. It had been an absolute disaster. What was supposed to be a simple mission to retrieve some supplies from an abandoned battle station outside the walls had turned into chaos quicker than anyone could’ve ever anticipated as abnormals had surrounded them on all sides. Levi had tried his best to protect as many of his soldiers as he could, but even Humanity’s Strongest Soldier had been overwhelmed by the vast number of titans. Erwin had called for the retreat only minutes into the expedition, and yet they had still lost more men on this mission alone than they had during the past six months.

Levi closed his eyes, willing the tears back against the images of his fallen comrades, their broken bodies and screams of his name as they were devoured right in front of him. He had to stay strong, just for a little while longer. As soon as he got back within the walls and was able to retreat to his office, he would be allowed to break, to let loose the torrent of emotions that threatened to overwhelm him. But for now, he had to be the pillar of strength that his remaining soldiers could look up to for hope and reassurance.

He sighed deeply, forcing down the bile that rose in the back of his throat, and raised his head, his eyes still closed as he prepared what he was going to say to his squad. When he finally felt ready enough to face them, he turned with his head held up high to the pitiful number of soldiers left on the field. He opened his mouth to talk when all of a sudden, he noticed something.

Her squad wasn’t back yet.

Levi’s eyes widened almost imperceptibly, his mouth hung open as the words of his quickly prepared speech were immediately thrown out the window, his mind clouded with worry.

“Where’s Captain (Y/N)? And her squad?” Levi asked, prompting the men around him to stop what they were doing and look to their raven-haired superior. It was obvious that Captain (Y/N) and Captain Levi were together, that much was apparent from Levi’s subtle favoritism and soothed demeanor when she was around, but their relationship was often overlooked due to the professional manner in which they regarded each other when working during the day. Nobody was privy to what occurred behind closed doors - the clingy, loving nature that Levi adopted around (Y/N) when they were alone.

Levi felt a cold tremor trickle down his spine when nobody answered, some of their faces paling as they suddenly remembered their Captain’s relationship, panic laced in their eyes when they realized that nobody could answer Levi’s question. “Did anybody see where they went? Or could make a guess on which direction they could’ve gone?”

Levi tried to keep his voice steady when silence once again answered him, only the soft murmuring of the cadets asking each other for information filling the space. His breathing quickened and shallowed, making him feel light-headed, but he shook the feeling away. He needed to stay focused if he was going to find her. She was going to be alright, she had to be. He wouldn’t accept any other option.

“Alright then, everybody stay here. Commander Erwin should be arriving with the rest of you in a moment. When he gets here, someone tell him that I’ve gone to look for them.”

He whirled on his heel when he was met with murmurs of acceptance, aiming for his horse until a quick flash of movement caught the corner of his eye. He stopped dead in his tracks when he realized it was the movement of a horse racing for them, its hooves striking the ground with every beat as it galloped for them in a panic. Cold dread washed over Levi as the horse got closer, immediately recognizing the silvery white coat of (Y/N)’s stunning mare.

Levi was frozen in fear for the first time in his life as the horse came barreling towards him; riderless. He managed to snap out of it and quickly moved to intercept the horse, using his hands to jolt the frantic horse to a stop. Levi cooed at the mare, murmuring soft words of comfort as he approached her as slowly and non-threateningly as possible. When she had finally calmed down enough for him to touch her, Levi carefully curled his fingers around her reins and stood back to get a good look at the animal.

Her nostrils were flaring with every harsh breath she took, panting with both fear and exertion. Her eyes were wide enough to flash the whites around her irises at him, her gaze darting all around them as if expecting something to jump out at her. Levi felt his stomach clench hard enough to rip a whimper from him when he saw that her once gleaming silver coat was now soaked in sweat, mud, and fresh blood. Levi took a shuddering breath, his eyes closing.

“Danika, where is your rider?”

The mare’s only response was to jerk her head in panic, her ears pinned as she tried to rip herself from his iron grip. Levi bared his teeth, a few stray tears sliding down his cheeks. “WHERE THE FUCK IS YOUR RIDER!?”

He knew shouting would only make things worse, but he couldn’t help himself, his fury and paralyzing fear driving him to the edge of insanity. Where was she? She had to be here, he wouldn’t accept this, couldn’t accept this. She was alive and well and perfectly fine, her horse was just acting crazy. It had to be some kind of trick, some kind of illusion meant as a punishment for the lives of the men he had lost.

He rubbed his eyes but to his horror, the image of blood soaking Danika’s fur didn’t disappear. He wanted to believe that it was Danika’s blood, that the poor animal had just been clawed up in battle, but he knew it wasn’t hers. She had no external wounds to speak of and the blood was pooled on top of her saddle and splashed along her flank rather than gouged from her flesh.

More tears started to stream down his face, the air in his throat hitching with every shaky breath he took. It wasn’t possible. No. She was alive. (Y/N) was alive. The love of his life was alive. Levi hung his head, his hair falling to curtain his expression as he choked on another sob. “Danika, please. Please. Where is your rider? Where is (Y/N)? She was with you, right? She has to be around here somewhere…”

He knew he must look deranged, talking to a horse and muttering to himself, but he didn’t care. All he cared about, in that moment, was finding out where the fuck his lover was. Another sob ripped through his body, his eyes squeezing shut even harder as more tears fell from behind his lids. He didn’t want to accept it, he couldn’t accept it, so why was his heart shattering as if he already had?

The sudden touch of a warm muzzle brushing against his face made him flinch and look up, only to be met with the sight of (Y/N)’s silver mare, watching him with a deeply sorrowful expression that mirrored his own, as if she too was grieving the loss of her rider. Levi wanted to scream, wanted to chase the mare into the woods, wanted to slash titans until his body gave out, but he knew he couldn’t do any of those things. It wasn’t the horse’s fault, no matter how much he wanted someone to blame.

“Please,” he whispered, his fingers coming up to curl against Danika’s soft muzzle. “Please tell me she’s alive. Tell me she made it back with you, you just got scared and left her behind. Tell me that she’s going to be okay. I-I can’t live without her, please.”

He was begging now but he didn’t notice. He just wanted some damn reassurance, some comfort, some support - all of the things that (Y/N) usually provided for him when he felt helpless. But (Y/N) wasn’t with him and he was floundering. His eyes were glossy with tears as he looked deep into the mare’s eyes, begging with both his voice and his gaze for the horse to give him something, anything to work with.

“Levi,” the deep voice right beside him made him jump, too lost in his hysteria to notice that Erwin had slipped up next to him, his face dark and grim. Levi’s eyes were frantic as they searched Erwin’s gaze. He knew the Commander had seen (Y/N) last, her squad had been flanking his during their initial departure. Erwin swallowed. Hard.

“Levi, I’m so sorry but…” The Commander dug around in his pocket until he found what he was looking for and pulled out a small piece of fabric with (Y/N)’s name written on the back. It was (Y/N)’s wings of freedom patch. Levi carefully took the patch in both of his palms, tears flooding his cheeks as his whole body started to shake.

“S-She saved her squad, Levi. They were being chased by a hoard of abnormal titans and she darted off to act as bait. Her p-plan was solid, but there were just too many of them and they overpowered her,” Erwin said, his jaw clenching when he stuttered a few times, fighting back his own tears. He lifted a hand and rested it gently on his friend’s shoulder, squeezing once. “Levi, s-she’s gone.”

Levi immediately shook his head violently in response, refusing to believe it. She wasn’t dead, she couldn’t be. She had promised him that she would stay alive, that she would never leave him alone, especially after all he had lost. She promised. Erwin walked forward, hands outstretched to keep Levi from doing something rash, but he wasn’t fast enough as the raven crashed to the ground, collapsing under the weight of his grief.

A loud, miserable howl tore from his throat and filled the valley, making the soldiers around him flinch as they silently mourned, a few of them even beginning to shed tears as they watched their normally stoic, steadfast Captain break for the first time since they’d met him. Levi ignored everyone as he sobbed out for the world to hear, his head buried in his hands and his body shaking violently with the force of his sorrow.

He didn’t want to accept it, didn’t want to acknowledge what everyone was telling him was fact. He didn’t want to think about anything but getting her back in his arms as soon as possible. It was all he wanted, to feel her warmth pressed lovingly against him, to hear her murmur gentle words filled with more love than he’d ever expected to receive in his life, to see her eyes light up brightly whenever she saw him. Without her, he was nothing. He knew that if he accepted this, that he would be accepting the loss of his very soul. It was too much for him to handle, he had finally been broken.

The pain was unbearable, he couldn’t take it anymore. Without (Y/N) by his side, he had no will to live. Fuck fighting the titans, fuck finding a new, better world, fuck being Humanity’s Strongest Soldier. Fuck everything. None of it was worth it if (Y/N) wasn’t wrapped safely in his arms.

“Levi…”

He heard Erwin coo at him, his hand outstretched to guide Levi to his feet, but the raven quickly ripped his arm from the Commander’s grasp, his eyes filled with an icy fire that would make Death itself shiver.

“Lead the retreat, take my men back to the walls.”

“Levi, what are you-?”

“Isn’t it obvious?” Levi snapped aggressively as he tore his cape from his back and draped it over Danika’s blood soaked saddle.

“Levi, (Y/N)’s dead. You need to come back with us, if you don’t, you won’t make it.”

“That’s the point,” Levi said as he pulled himself into the saddle, once again avoiding Erwin’s attempt to grasp him.

The blonde’s eyes widened to the size of saucers, his jaw dropping at his Captain’s words. “If you think for one fucking second that I am going to let you kill yourself over some girl-”

“Don’t you dare speak about (Y/N) that way,” Levi said, his voice a deadly calm. “She is not just ‘some girl’. She’s the love and light of my life and I’m not leaving without her. I’m going to bring her back, no matter what it takes.”

Erwin opened his mouth to argue, but wasn’t even able to get the first word out before Levi had kicked Danika into a gallop, aiming right for the forest she had come from just minutes earlier. Nobody could do anything but watch as Humanity’s Strongest Soldier tore off into the woods, dread settling in their stomachs at the thought of having to fight without his support. Because they all knew, even if Levi made it, he would never be the same. Unless (Y/N) was somehow magically still alive, Levi would never be the same man he once was. His responsibilities and future didn’t matter to him anymore, not if they didn’t include his love.

Erwin sighed and shouted for his men to retreat, knowing that sending more men to retrieve Levi would only end in more casualties, by both titans and Levi himself. All he could do was trust that his friend could hold his own and would make it back. The soldiers of the remaining squads did as he asked without hesitation but the air was thick with tension as they galloped back to the walls, unsure of how to process the loss of their two strongest Captains.