#what does she want me to do she screams down my ear directly next to me when any loud noises makes me go into panic

[snifferz]

myyy history teacher pulled me aside today and made a few unnecessary comments abt the fact that i need headphones in lesson (i am... REALLY. noise sensitive.)

i need a lot of accomodations for my autism and stuff. mooooost of which my college keeps either taking away from me or just flat out being rude to me abt it.

how the fuck do i react to more college ableism???? this hasnt been this explicitly bad since i started asking for accomodations in school.

[barcaatthemoon]

mother may i || mary earps x reader ||

you show mary a little well-deserved love.

minors dni, 18+, smut ahead

"you look so pretty spread out like this for me," mary cooed in your ear as she fucked you. there was a sweetness to her voice that directly contradicted the harsh thrusts of her hips. you whined as you blindly reached out to touch her body. "you're doing so good for mommy. how does it feel? are you close baby?"

"yes mommy, it feels so good. i'm so close, just a bit more, please. i need you," you told her. mary leaned back a little and tugged your hips further onto her lap. she kept one hand on your waist to steady you as the other fell between your legs.

your back arched off of the bed as mary's fingers trailed between your legs. she was teasing you, but it didn't last for much longer. mary could tell that you were close. she could see how desperate you were for your release, and it came quickly once her fingers had finally focused in on your clit.

"mommy, i'm gonna cum," you warned her. mary moved the hand not on your clit up to your breast, pinching your nipple as she continued to pound into you. your orgasm washed over you as the pain mixed in with your pleasure. you were screaming mary's name as you came, your brain too far gone to remember the bedroom title.

"that's it baby, cum for mommy. you've been such a good girl for me. i love seeing your cum all over my cock. that's it baby, relax for me. you did so good. rest for me, okay?" mary soothed you both with her words and the gentle hold she had on your body. mary pulled her cock out of you, pressing a gentle kiss to your temple as you let out a little whimper and squirmed. "how are you feeling, lovely?"

"amazing. i love it when you fuck me like that," a light pink blush dusted your cheeks as you answered mary's question. she smiled as she pressed several kisses to your cheeks. you could feel her strap poking you in the leg as the two of you cuddled up next to each other. mary wasn't going to demand another round or anything, but she always kept it on until you told her that you were finished. "can we do something a little different tonight?"

"what did you have in mind?" mary asked you. she was apprehensive about your question, and rightly so. mary had taken a lot out of you just then, but you didn't want her to fuck you again. you sat up and moved to straddle mary, knowing that she was a bit more susceptible to your suggestions when the two of you were positioned like that.

"well, i was just thinking that you always take such good care of me, that i'd like to return the favor," you told her. mary seemed a bit slow to catch up, but once she did, she looked surprised. in the beginning of your relationship, things had felt a bit more equal before mary fell into the dominant role. "let me make you feel good. i want to show you how good i can really be mommy."

you knew that with those words, mary was a goner. she cleared her throat and sat up. there was an air of nervousness about her, one that you hadn't seen in the bedroom in quite some time. you cupped her cheeks and leaned in slow enough to give mary ample time to stop you or move away. instead, she leaned into your touch and practically melted once your lips were on hers.

you found it difficult not to do the same, but you had to hold strong. you guided mary to lay down on her back without breaking the kiss. your hands moved down from mary's face to pin her arms down against the bed. mary looked completely dazed when you finally broke the kiss and pulled away enough to get a good look at her.

"first thing's first, i need to clean up the mess i made," you told her. mary opened her mouth to ask what you meant, but all that came out as a squeak as you took all of her strap into your mouth. any protest or thought mary had about the absence of you sitting on her lap died at the sight of you deep throating her.

"fucking hell," mary swore as she watched you. the sight of your head bobbing up and down on her cock made her almost as wet as watching you getting fucked had. "you're so hot."

you gently placed your hands on her thighs as you shifted your body to rest between her legs. mary watched with a certain unwavering intensity as you cleaned every last drop of your cum off of her strap. she lifted her hips to help you whenever the time came for you to remove the harness. mary wanted to make everything as easy for you as possible to get you between her legs properly as quick as she could.

"what are you going to do now?" mary asked. you were sat back on your knees, staring at her body as if you were contemplating your next move. usually, you'd get yourself off by grinding on her abs or thigh when she was laid back this like. a part of you wanted to do that, but it was much more important that you showed mary some proper love.

you leaned over her body and pressed your lips to hers in a feverish kiss. it was like the ones that mary gave you whenever the two of you were in the middle of fucking. this time, it was mary moaning as she rolled her hips against your thigh for some much needed friction. you let mary grind against you as you trailed hot kisses down her neck and to her chest.

"(y/n), baby, please," mary pleaded with you. she was whining, something that you hadn't heard in quite some time. you wanted to take your time, but mary needed you more. this wasn't about you, it was about giving mary the pleasure that she deserved.

"i'm sorry," you apologized as you shifted to lay between her legs. mary's hands found their way to the back of your head, bunching up into fists around your hair. mary was careful to be gentle with you, even as she felt like she was losing her mind with your tongue trailing up and down between her folds.

you let out a small moan at the taste of mary, a move that had her pulling your head impossibly closer. mary was incredibly receptive to every single one of your touches, only spurring you on even further. you didn't even feel the need to use your fingers, pleasuring mary just fine with your tongue. you alternated between focusing your mouth on her clit and lapping at the arousal that dribbled down from her entrance.

"i-," mary tried, but couldn't string together any words. you knew the warning that had died on the tip of her tongue. you could feel her dripping down your chin as she came, grinding herself against your face shamelessly. it was an act of pure lust, mary only caring about chasing her own orgasm. you let her continue until she was finished, finally letting go of your head and pushing you out from between her legs.

"are you alright?" you asked as you sat beside her. mary cracked her eyes open a little to look at you, a sight that had her thighs clenching together. your lips were shining with her arousal, which also coated the bottom half of your face. mary blushed a little, not having realized that she had even been that worked up. "talk to me, mare."

"i think that i needed that," mary muttered quietly. you began to move forward to kiss her, but paused, unsure of whether or not she wanted to kiss you with her cum coating your mouth. mary seemed to sense your apprehension and finished closing the distance for you. "thank you baby. you took very good care of me, i'm grateful that you love me like you do."

"i'll always love you, even if you aren't in the habit of letting me do this more often," you told her. mary blushed a bit. you let her rest for a couple of moments before you took her into the bathroom. you were careful about cleaning her up before the two of you went through your night-time routines.

"what do you want to sleep in for tonight?" mary asked as she came into the bathroom again. she was dressed up in a tank top and pair of old sweatpants. you could see her nipples straining through the fabric, and if it wasn't for the slight ache between your legs, you probably would have tried to jump her. mary held one of her wolfsburg training jerseys in one hand with a little silk slip in the other.

"the jersey, it smells like you," you told her. mary blushed as she held it out towards you. she was about to turn around and let you get dressed when she remembered that she had stashed a pair of underwear for you in her pocket. she watched as you got dressed with a loving look in her eyes, like she couldn't believe that you were hers to hold at night. "carry me to bed?"

"as you wish," mary said with a dramatic bow. you chuckled as she lifted you up into her arms. she let you bounce a little as she held you in place. mary pressed a couple of quick kisses to your lips, knowing that you wouldn't let her kiss you while she carried you. there had been too many mishaps where mary had either tripped or run into something for you to even attempt making out while she carried you again. "baby?"

"yes, mare?"

"can i be the little spoon tonight?" mary asked you. you didn't answer her verbally, and instead pulled her into your arms. mary relaxed with your body pressed against her back. she wouldn't admit it, but she had felt extremely nervous asking to be held like this. you would always do it for her, but mary had always found it difficult to be vulnerable with you. you knew what she wanted, you just had to be patient and wait for her to ask for it first.

[hannah-banana-lou]

Come back to me

So to start off with, i hate a lot of fanfics that include the (y/n) character as a barely legal, fragile, tiny thing that is oblivious to sex because that is just not me! i love alot of fanfics that have a lot of world building, real life issues and are really in depth, mixed in with some smut, steamy romance and fluff. i know this will not be for everyone but for those who do enjoy that, i hope this does it for you!

Husband William afton x Wife female reader - AU.

Planning on making this into a series if people like it!

content warning: marriage issues, smut, verbal abuse, age gap couple - william (early 50's) Reader (mid/late 20's)

UNDER 18'S DNI!!!

Come back to me (pt.1)

A glance. A kiss. Lips crashing down unto yours. he has you pinned against the bedroom door, panting heavily. Hands exploring places they've been so many times before. yours hurriedly unbuttoning his shirt. desperation. his hooking their way into your sweatpants, teasingly close to where you need him, where you're yearning for him. his kisses moving from your lips, slowly trailing along your jaw before reaching your neck. he bites, suckles and licks the skin there, sending tingles throughout your body, reaching to your core. you're lost in the moment, feeling his beard scratch so deliciously against your skin, his lips soft but desperate. You need this. He needs this.

"mommy!" your ears prick up. the sound of one of your twins calling for you. you ignore it, trying to focus on the present scene unfolding in front of you.

"mommy, look at me!" again. calling for you. you can feel a haze slipping over you. mind going grey, unable to feel the kisses being planted.

a snap of your husbands fingers and you jump. you're in the garden, sitting on the patio next to william. the morning sun is beaming, your two children running around the garden, screaming and giggling. you glance over at william, he is staring at you. the silence between you both brooding ... deafening.

"your children are calling for you. just gonna ignore them?" he grunts out. a dig at you, most definitely.

you shake your head in response, taking the cup filled with coffee off the table, moving it up to your lips and taking a sip, you frown. it's gone cold.

the better part of the morning is spent playing with your children, trying to forget that you have a marriage counselling appointment in the early afternoon. not the first and most definitely not the last. no doubt william will find some excuse to not attend, he thinks marriage counselling is a scam, a waste of money. he refused to even acknowledge the idea until you nagged him for weeks. he eventually gave up.

you're now sat in the car, he's driving. the silence is painful. the drive to the appointment, uncomfortable.

your in the appointment. all his responses are grunts or a few word answers, while you're pouring your heart out, begging for him to just talk to you. a usual occurrence during these appointments.

You stop crying, lost in thought. maybe he was having an affair, it would explain a lot... no. yes. wait... would he do that to you? when would he have the time? god. don't be silly, he isn't cheating on you.... right? Before your mind can trail off anymore the therapist throws a question to you both.

"what are the biggest issues within your marriage? we have discussed this before briefly, however i'm curious as to the individual answers. William, why don't you start us off? yes?"

you glance over at william. he is staring directly at the therapist, poor woman, having to endure his death stare. his eye twitches slightly. he's trying to calm himself before answering. you avert your gaze back to the floor.

"Nothing is wrong with my marriage. i dont believe there are issues" your husband spits out.

the older woman nods, accepting his answer before she turns to you and nods again, signalling for you to answer.

"well... for starters i feel like he doesn't want me around anymore. he avoids me like the plague. there is no love, no affection, no.... no intimacy anymore" you begin.

william adjusts himself in his seat. clearly annoyed at the intimacy comment. you keep your gaze focused on the therapist.

"He wont talk more than a few words to me without snapping at me, he's stopped sleeping in our bedroom, he's taken the spare room instead. i never see him anymore. i'm... i... I've just had enough. it's hard living in a space that you have known as home for many years, yet feel so unwelcome at the same time" you finish. you can feel his stare burning into the side of your head.

the older woman nods again. that's all she seems to do, just nod. it can be quite annoying. she looks between you both.

"Y/N why do you feel like William has become this way with you?"

you sigh, not knowing the answer. you could only answer with what your mind has provided as far fetched ideas over the past few months. you shrug. "i'm not sure. i have a lot of ideas, none that could be close to the truth though" you respond, voice soft, deflated. like you've given up.

"One good way to get your marriage on track is open communication. Y/n why dont you share your ideas with William. it's a good place to start"

you sigh again and look over at william. he is staring at the floor. annoyed written all over his features. he looks over at you

"William..." you start with a sigh. "i... uhm... i have begun to think that maybe... you have fallen out of love with me" his gaze softens, almost looking heartbroken that you could ever think that. he shakes his head. he goes to reach out his hand, it lifts ever so slightly but stops immediately, his fists tightened, a small noise escaping his lips. almost like the whimper of a wounded animal as he quickly avoids your gaze, looking back down at the floor.

you take a moment to process what just happened. what was that noise? sound of affirmation? or denial? maybe his reaction is something to be hopeful for?

"any other ideas you have that you would like to share?" she adds quickly.

you nod, taking a deep breath. you knew he wasn't going to like this one but you had to get it out before the thought consumes you.

"William, i have thought for a while that you are having an affair." you blurt out.

his softened gaze quickly turns to a grimace, furrowed eyebrows. followed with a scoff before he stands up, grabbing your hand "session over. thanks for your time doc, see you next month" he mumbles as he pulls you out the door. the doctor looking more so confused than ever as she watches the two of you leave abruptly.

you get back into the car. oh he's pissed. maybe he is embarrassed that you brought that up? self conscious of how he looks in front of the therapist maybe?

he drives in silence before turning into an empty parking lot near a wooded trail path, probably for dog walkers.

he parks up before turning to you, face twisted with anger "An affair? an affair? .... AN AFFAIR?" He snaps. you nod "it just makes s-" he cuts you off "NO Y/N! NO! the falling out of love i can understand but an affair? i have done nothing to make you think that way"

you look at him confused.

"you're not affectionate. you're only happy when you're around the kids, you're only affectionate in public for 'appearances', you wont sleep in the same bed as me, let alone fuck me anymore, so you must be getting it from someone else!" you angrily snap out, you knew being with an older man would have it's problems but not to this extent.

he rolls his eyes. scoffs. "you're ridiculous. i am not having an affair!"

"it makes more sense than 'i'm stressed' " you quickly respond

he scoffs again but doesn't respond. just stares out the windshield of the car into the woods adorning the outskirts of the parking lot. the forest looked peaceful, serene almost. you continue to stare at him waiting for a response. receiving nothing.

you place your hand on his thigh gently "Will... Bear. please just talk to me... let me in again" you whisper. no response from him. he smiles in his mind at the use of the old nickname for him.

he was your bear. Tall, grumpy and hairy as one. Used to have you in fits of laughter when he would groan and snore, you telling him the attributes resembled a bear when you were first dating. hence the nickname.

Something snaps inside of him.

Your argument before, playing through his mind.

He looks over at you, eyes boring into yours. he reaches his hand out, cupping your cheek. it's been too long since he last touched you.

He moves from your cheek and trails his fingers through the mids of your hair before leaning down, hand clamped on the back of your head, moving you up to meet him halfway, lips on yours. slow. tender. A sense of yearning in the kiss. you let out a small surprised noise. not complaining in the slightest. just surprised, shocked even.

he pulls away ever so slightly, lips still touching. a small protesting whine leaving your lips as you desperately try to kiss him again. he stops you. nuzzling his nose against yours. hot breaths caressing each others skin. his lips soft. as you remember them. a free hand intertwined with your left hand, fingers caressing your wedding and engagement rings.

"I've not fallen out of love with you bunny" he breaks the silence, his words barely above a whisper. desperation. yearning. sadness being carried in his voice.

[breakfastteatime]

Today's Survivor request is for @noire610 - Don't go.

Cere is the first to leave. Cal can barely look at her, his anger, his disappointment, choking him into silence. He finds her in her cabin, packing up her belongings. Well, she’s missing one, and he holds it out to her; her lightsaber hilt, his crystal removed from it.

She takes it, as mute as he is. He’s not sure what the gesture truly means.

It’s yours, it belongs with you, take it back. It feels right.

I can make my own lightsaber. I’ll find my own way without you.

Thank you, Cere, for everything.

Cere shoulders her pack and heads for the exit. Her final words?

“Be safe, all of you.”

Greez sobs.

Merrin returns her well wishes.

BD accepts a final pat on the head.

Cal says nothing.

Don’t go.

He can’t say it. He’s not sure he means it.

(He does. He does mean it. Don’t go, Cere. Don’t leave – )

Merrin is the next to leave. Like Cere, she takes everything she has, packing it all into a backpack she shoulders without complaint. She gives Greez a hug, accepts one from BD, and takes one of Cal’s hands in her own.

“I will see you again,” she tells him.

Don’t go.

“Yeah,” he says, his voice so harsh he’ll be lucky if Merrin ever looks his way again, let alone speaks to him. “Be safe.”

He can sense her need to say more, a need maybe to explain herself, but even if she screamed it directly into his ears, he wouldn’t be able to understand it.

Don’t go.

They drop her off on Ord Mantell. She doesn’t look back, and Cal doesn’t watch her go.

It’s no surprise when Greez says he’s going too, it’s too much for him, he’s lost his touch, literally, and all this flying from one warzone to the next isn’t doing him any good. He tells Cal to leave him on Nar Shaddaa, he’ll figure it out from there, and yeah, kid, the Mantis is yours, take care of her until I ask for her back, because she’s still mine, don’t you forget it, and by the way –

Don’t go.

But Greez goes too. He goes, and then it’s just Cal, BD, and the Mantis. It’s too big for the two of them. It doesn’t matter than Cal can walk around barefoot or leave dirty plates, cups and spoons all over the galley without reprimand. It doesn’t matter that he can leave laundry wherever he wants. It doesn’t matter if he fails to wipe down the decks. Who cares if he takes caf into the cockpit? No one’s there to yell at him.

Don’t go.

Don’t leave me.

Don’t leave me with all your echoes.

Greez in the cockpit, checking landing coordinates.

Cere, reading in the lounge.

Merrin, making potions in the galley.

All three of them, living ghosts all over the ship.

He sits in the pilot’s seat, adjusted for his height and number of arms, staring out at space, BD beside him on the dash. He swallows, throat dry, belly empty because he’s forgotten to eat. He’s forgotten a lot of things, including how long he’s been staring out at the stars.

Alone, again.

Adrift, again.

“BD?”

BD looks over.

“If you’re waiting for the time to tell me you’re going to, this would be it.”

Outraged, BD squawks and launches himself into Cal’s arms. He’s not going anywhere. Where Cal goes, BD goes.

“You’re sure?” Cal hears a crack in his voice.

Sure? Is he sure? BD thumps his head against Cal’s chest.

“Thanks, buddy. For everything.”

BD suggests they get back to the mission, after Cal’s had some dinner.

“You up for it?”

Of course BD’s up for it! “Great, because I know where Saw Gerrera’s at, and he’ll have a mission for us.”

[iliveforyouilongforyouvesuvia]

how do the m6 act when they're feeling petty??? and how does mc deal with it?

The Arcana HCs: M6 being petty

~ how do I begin to say how much I love writing about these lovely characters being typically human? Thanks for the prompt anon, enjoy! - brainrot ~

Julian

He acts petty about the smaller things as a way of being silly. He can hold onto a hurt, but he prefers to deal with that stuff more directly

You see it come out the most with his younger sister Pasha

She'll be rolling her eyes at him, telling him he's an idiot and she doesn't need his help

He'll be cleaning up after dinner with her and put everything away on the top shelves

She'll get annoyed and start telling him to pull them back down for her: "I know you know what you're doing wrong, Ilya!"

"What's that? I'm just your idiot older brother, Pasha, since when do I know what I'm doing?"

"I mean it! Take them down for me now, you know I can't reach up there!"

"I thought you didn't need my help."

He'll be giving her his usual rogueish grin, casually dodging her swipes at his kneecaps as he pulls everything back down

He wants to get his point across though, so he'll use the opportunity to reorganize her kitchen while she's distracted

Now the dish towels are in the oven and the sugar and salt are mixed up. He might even dose Pepi with some catnip on the way out

Asra

For someone with such a chillaxed approach to life, they are surprisingly easy to annoy

And yes, he gets petty when he's irritated

It rarely happens with you (usually when you're trying to annoy them on purpose), and then his petty retaliation prank is just for show (or to make a gentle point)

But if it's someone being genuinely maddening, maybe a Karen in the market place or a self-important jerk cutting in line?

Barely detectable spells designed to make them question reality in a decidedly unpleasant, but harmless way

The Karen screaming about the pumpkin bread being overbaked is suddenly under a 30 minute enchantment that makes her say the opposite of what she intends to

You've never heard anyone serve compliments so angrily: "Exceptional service! This bread is flawless! You're not being unreasonable, I am!" All while slowly turning purple with rage

And oh no, look at that, the guy who shouldered his way in front of you moments ago just made a beeline for the public lavatory, almost like he has sudden diarrhea

"Oh no, MC," Asra whispers quietly in your ear, dimples dancing, "Oh nooo ..."

Nadia

She gets petty when she feels like she's been insulted or underestimated

It's not her best look, but she has a lot of pent-up resentment about feeling constantly humiliated by her older sisters

So of course, that's what she does to the unfortunate nobleman who tries to mansplain his way out of taking care of his tenants in front of her court

She'll pull out the file of information she's gathered and grill him with no mercy: "You currently own 4 properties valued at ____, correct? And you charge your tenants ____ per month?"

You watch him go pale and gulp, "er, yes, Countess. But with the rain, building costs-"

"Your maintenance to date is estimated at costing you ____, leaving over 50 separate complaints unaddressed, some of which are several years old. If my numbers are correct, (and they are always correct, nobleman) you still have _____ in profits. That should easily cover the estimated ____ required to restore acceptable living conditions. I expect to receive a glowing report from your tenants next quarter. Will there be any issues?"

She usually feels guilty afterwards, but you can't blame her. It's just so gratifying

Muriel

He can hold a grudge, but his brand of petty is hard to notice until you get to know him better

It'll only happen with people he trusts, when they do something he disapproves of

For example, the time Asra visited and decided to feed the chickens some breadcrumbs soaked in mead. Just for fun

Watching tipsy poultry stagger and drunkenly cluck around your front yard was hilarious, but also a little sad

And Muriel doesn't appreciate it when someone disrespects nature. Even Asra

He'll sulk. It's a little comedic to watch a full grown man give someone the cold shoulder and huff and stomp his way around the hut, but it's surprisingly effective

Especially when Inanna joins in, skulking by his side and shooting the occasional disdainful glare

Asra crumbles when Faust sides with them, riding on Inanna's back and blepping at her master reproachfully

"Alright, alright, I'm sorry! I shouldn't have -" *giggle* "I shouldn't have intoxicated your chickens! It was very rude of me."

Really the apology is all Muriel wants, he'll stop sulking and maybe laugh about it later

Portia

She gets petty when someone comments on an insecurity of hers without meaning to

Being the younger sister of a charismatic older brother means that she *hates* being compared to him

She'll be enjoying drinks with you one evening at the Rowdy Raven, and one of the local regulars will make the wrong comment

"Hey, it's Devorak's little sister! Look at you carrying all those drinks, I bet you can hold your liquor almost as well as he can."

Uh oh. It's on.

She'll turn, smiling sweetly, and challenge him to a drinking contest in front of the whole tavern. He'll need help getting home

She won't stop there, either. After that it's arm wrestling, darts, even an insult war in which you hear some of the most creative roasts you've ever come across

All as her Nevivon accent gets thicker and thicker, curls flying and eyes sparking with triumph as she demolishes poor fool after poor fool

She'll be embarrassed about getting so carried away the next morning while she's nursing her hangover

It's worth it because Julian is now known at the Raven as "Miss Portia's older brother"

Lucio

In the same way that he only throws his tantrums cathartically, his pettiness is his other method of handling his short temper

On one hand, you're proud of him. It's a big improvement from ordering someone's execution because he didn't like what they said about him

On the other hand, it's hard to take him seriously when his response to an unwelcome comment is to mimick it back in their faces because he can't come up with a witty comeback

He'll be passing back by a merchant he tried to haggle with earlier when their shop assistant makes a friendly jab at him

"Hey, Mr Adventurer! You back for that deal, or is it still too much?"

He'll barely miss a beat spluttering before he whirls around and responds in a squeaky mocking voice at the top of his lungs:

"Hey shopkeep! You back for that deal, or am I still too much?"

Apparently, the teenaged assistant in question is gifted in both good humor and snark. There's a crowd gathering for the free entertainment and it's fueling both of them

Neither of them seem afraid of being immature in public so you wait it out at the nearby tea stand until they're satisfied

(If you liked Lucio's part, I highly recommend the meme my lovely mutual sent me based off of it here)

[midnightstar-90]

Stuck

Mindy Meeks Martin x Fem! Reader

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Requested by Anonymous: “Mindy and y/n are dating and anika is about to fall of the ladder and y/n grabs anika before she does and pulls anika up, and after they all go to the hospital and get patched up and, Mindy does a stab marathon w y/n bc mindys proud of her :)”

Summary: Ghostface attacks the group, and somehow everyone survives.

Warnings: SPOILERS, SPOILERS, SPOILERS Angst, Gore, Stabbing, Blood, Signs of PTSD

A/N: I hated writing this on my phone, but I guess that is what I get for being clumsy. 😩

Anyways, this request was fun to write. I did change a few things from the movie, but not too much. Minor details.

Don’t read if you don’t want Scream 6 spoilers.

And I hope you guys enjoy it. ☺️

Words: 3.4K

Halloween.

A day that emits a constant fear out of me. Thanks to Gale’s books that she continues to write (no matter how many times she gets punched and ridiculed for it), and the Stab movies that follow, Ghostface costume sales have gone through the roof. Everywhere I turn, a Ghostface is lingering nearby, and it doesn’t help that the killings were starting up again. It takes a lot out of me not to pull out the small pocket knife that I’ve been carrying since the Legacy killings back in Woodsboro.

After Sam and Tara were attacked at a bodega, Sam insisted on the whole friend group staying over, including our friends who didn’t fall victim to the events that happened a year ago. So Chad and Tara were in the process of making dinner for everyone, and Mindy and I decided to help out by preparing the table. Everyone else was off doing their own things, all around the house.

I place the last set of utensils that I had in my hand down on the table and look up at Mindy. Everything about her was mesmerizing to me. From the day I met her, I knew I didn’t deserve her, but she chose me, in the end. And the way her mind works, as if everything was a movie, intrigued me. Her thoughts were what made Mindy Mindy, and just the thought made me smile. Nothing had changed about Mindy, besides her hair.

‘I love her.’

Those 3 words are all I could think about when I am around Mindy. But I couldn’t admit that to Mindy, because the last time I admitted my feelings, I was stabbed right after.

That night at Amber’s house constantly replayed in my head.

“I like you, Mindy,” I said with a blush. I shyly looked over at the girl next to me. A shaky breath left my mouth as my Y/E/C eyes met her beautiful brown eyes. The original Stab movie that we were watching reflected off the iris in her eye.

I watched as Mindy’s blank face slowly shifted into a grin. I could see the gears turning in her head as her soft fingers caressed my cheek. “Oh, my naive little Y/N. You are so cute when you act all shy. You know, not all my movie knowledge is in the horror department. I know the basic signs of romance. The tensing of the body whenever I get close. The constant blushing anytime I speak directly to you. The-”

“You could have just said that you like me back,” I spoke with a sigh as my head shifted away from the girl. I hear a soft chuckle before a pair of soft, plump lips press against my cheek. She slowly pulled away, making my body fill with heat. “I like you too,” She mumbled into my ear.

“I-I have to go to the bathroom. Brb.” I nervously stood from my spot on the couch and walked out of the room. Mindy was left confused as I rushed down the hall and into the bathroom, locking the door behind me.

I stood in front of the bathroom mirror, hoping that maybe I could give myself some confidence, but it didn’t work. The sound of someone trying to open the door echoed through the bathroom. “Someone’s in here,” I called out to whoever was at the door, but then they began to knock. I assumed it was Mindy trying to get me back to the movie. I still wasn’t ready to face the girl, so I responded with, “Mindy, this isn’t funny. I told you I had to go to the restroom. Cool your jets. We can finish the movie in just a sec.” My voice was still a little shaky as I looked at myself in disappointment.

But it didn’t stop there. I realized it wasn’t Mindy when whoever was at the door began to pound causing me to swiftly turn around and open the door. “Hey, I said-” A cloaked hand covered my mouth as I felt a sudden pain in my abdomen. It was the worst pain I had ever felt in my entire life. Ghostface stood in front of me with a knife wedged in my stomach. He pulled the metal weapon out of my body and I grabbed my stomach in pain. Blood pooled through my fingers, leaving my hands stained. I felt a scream leave my throat before Ghostface tackled me down to the ground, and everything went dark.

“Y/N,” Mindy calls out to me. I was back in Sam and Tara’s apartment, and Mindy was standing across from me. I looked down, inspecting myself for any stab wounds or blood, but nothing appeared to be wrong. ‘I must have zoned out,’ I thought to myself, looking back up at Mindy.

“You good?” She asks, giving me a concerned look. I nod, trying to ease her worry, but it didn’t. “You zoned out,” She says, grabbing ahold of my face, turning it from side to side to see if anything was wrong.

“I’m fine, Mindy,” I mutter as I push away her hands. I can tell she doesn’t believe me, but she ignores it. I don’t blame her. I knew that if she did something like that, I would be worried too, but ever since I checked out of the hospital last year, I hated when people asked me if I was okay. I felt as if I was being coddled, and I hated that feeling.

Mindy’s gaze moved from off of me and onto Chad and Tara. I watched as her frown became a smirk. “Look,” she repeats, aggressively slapping my shoulder. I wince in pain as I grab ahold of the shoulder she slapped, and I turn around, facing the direction she was pointing at.

Tara and Chad were talking it up in the kitchen. They weren’t physically showing affection for the other, but you could tell by the look in their eyes that they had feelings for each other. It reminded me of how Mindy and I looked at each other before we got together.

“They’re so cute together, and they don’t even know it,” I said, staring at the two with a loving smile.

Mindy began to cringe at my comment. “It’s not cute, it’s annoying, and disgusting to watch.” She then began making gagging sounds, catching the attention of Chad and Tara. I elbowed Mindy for doing what she did, and shaking my head in disbelief, but she continued to speak. “Will you two just make out already?” She asked.

Chad fires back, “Mindy, that is so inappropriate, dude.” Mindy throws her hands up in surrender and I just watch in amusement. “Okay- Whatever. Just hurry it up,” she groaned.

We made our way to the kitchen with Chad and Tara, right Sam walked in with a bottle of wine. Mindy tried telling Sam that we didn’t need to be here, but Sam didn’t agree. “Oh, please,” she scoffed at Mindy. “You and Y/N just want to be alone together.” Chad and Tara laughed as Mindy and I shrugged and gave each other knowing looks.

The conversation then went on to how we would all be safe as one rather than be in separate locations. Chad looked around the group before saying, “This’ll be so fun. A little sleepover with the Core 5.” Everyone looked at Chad, questioning him about the nickname he just gave the group.

He passed a high five around to everyone, hoping to confirm the nickname, which everyone disagreed with. But when he got to me, I cringed at the nickname, but I felt bad. Being the “people pleaser” that I am, I high five the boy back in pity, but Chad didn’t see it that way. “Yesss,” he cheered as the 3 other girls began to berate me for agreeing with the boy.

Anika calls us into the living room where the tv screen shows a news report. It spoke about how the police’s main suspect in the murder against Jason and Greg was Sam. I look over at Sam, giving her a sympathetic look as I begin to notice that her body is tense and she looked as if all the air had been knocked out of her.

I look back at the tv when a video of the frat party came on. Sam quickly moves from behind the couch to turn off the tv, and goes to sit at the dining room table. Tara’s the first one to engage in conversation with the girl before Chad, Mindy, and I join in.

We talk for some time, trying to cheer the girl up. Chad reminds all of us why we all came to New York together, which sparks something we never thought we’d hear. “We are the Core fucking Five,” Mindy says, prompting Chad to pull Mindy and I into a hug. Mindy and I give each other a look before rolling our eyes with a smile.

“Yeah, we are,” he cheers. I shake my head “no” at the boy as Tara and Sam watch us, also wearing a smile. We try to get Tara to say it, but she’s too stubborn.

“I’ve been sleeping with cute boy, from across the hall,” Sam says out of the blue. We all give each other a look before cheering.

“I knew it. I knew it. I fucking knew it,” I say over everyone else’s confirmations. We all stick our hands into the middle of the table, initiating what Chad called a “Core 5” high-five.

It wasn’t until Sam’s phone went off for all of us to go bizarre. It was Danny, AKA cute boy from across the hall. Tara grabs Sam’s phone and acts as if she answered the phone. “So, uh, what are your intentions?” She asks, earning laughs from all around the table.

Sam tried grabbing her phone from her sister, but Tara was quick to push her hand away. When she gets the phone back she declines Danny’s call, saying she’ll call him back.

Moans began to sound from Quinn’s room, just as Sam put her phone down, which made for another joke at the table. When banging sounds started, all our phones went off, signaling a group text. We open our phones to a picture of Ghostface strangling Quinn in her room, and suddenly time just stopped.

I sat in my seat, frozen. I continued to stare at the image as everyone stood up. I felt as if I couldn’t move. As if I was paralyzed. It wasn’t until Ghostface threw Quinn’s dead body out of the room, and revealed himself for me to finally look up.

When my eyes met the dark eyes of the Ghostface mask, I could feel as if whoever was under there was staring me down. I could practically see the smirk on their face. I had a bad feeling about tonight.

Tara and Chad quickly ran out the door as Mindy ran towards the masked killer. Ghostface slacked Mindy’s arm and she fell in pain. I quickly stood from my spot and ran towards Mindy. “Mindy!” I screamed at the top of my lungs.

Ghostface was beginning to attack Mindy again, but Anika moved the attention off of her by attacking them. Ghostface began to choke Anika, stabbing her in the stomach. I froze in my spot, next to the table as I began to remember the pain I felt when Richie stabbed me the same way.

“Y/N!” I heard Mindy scream. Her screams quickly pulled me out of my trance. I grabbed a dining room chair and made my way over to Ghostface and Anika. The girls screams filled the room as Ghostface dug deeper into Anika which their knife. I lifted the chair over my head and broke it against Ghostface’s back, causing the killer to topple over.

I helped Mindy and Anika stand as I passed Anika off to Mindy, and told her to run. Mindy did as I told her before a cloaked hand grabbed my shoulder and slammed me into the wall. Ghostface stood in front of me, staring at me for a second before stabbing me in the stomach. All the pain that I felt last year rushed back to me as I screamed in agony.

Ghostface twisted the knife in my stomach before yanking it out, causing me to scream louder. I held my stomach in pain, as blood poured out of me. Somehow this felt worse than the first time. Ghostface raised the knife, ready to attack when Sam came up behind them and smacked them over the head with a knife block. Ghostface toppled over, causing the knife to drop off of their hand. The knife slashed my shoulder and I cried out in pain.

“Shit,” I cried as Sam helped me up. We rushed into Sam’s room, where we found Anika and Mindy holding themselves in pain. Sam locked her door before Ghostface could enter. When the banging stopped, Sam remembered the bathroom door was still open, and with Mindy being the closest, she told her to close it.

“Ah, fuck, that guy’s dead,” I heard from Mindy. She began to scream, so I moved as fast as I could to help her. She was struggling to close the door as Ghostface attempted to slash her with their knife. I pulled Mindy back into the room, allowing for Sam to close and lock the door before Ghostface could enter.

Sam and Danny made a plan to escape while Ghostface banged against the door. Mindy held the door shut as I pushed the dresser against the door.

Danny passed a ladder over, telling us to climb over. Sam called me over, but Mindy and I were busy trying to keep Ghostface out. We both urged Sam to go first, which she did hesitantly.

When Sam got over, I turned Mindy and looked her in the eye. “I don’t want to lose you. I don’t know what I would do if you died and I lived. You have to go first, Mindy,” I said through my tears. Mindy shook her head and continued to mumble “no” repeatedly as she cried. I wiped her tears with my bloody fingers as I nodded yes. “You have to go, Mindy. If not for me, then do it for Chad.”

She stared me in the eyes for a total of five seconds before she gave me a soft, yet passionate kiss on the lips. I pulled her closer almost like a goodbye kiss, but she pulled away and said, “I’ll see you on the other side.” I saluted her as she exited through the window.

I waited a few seconds before making sure the door was secure. I made my way to Anika. “It’s okay. We’re gonna get you to a hospital. We just have to get you over to Danny’s. Come on,” I said, helping Anika walk over to the window with her arm around my shoulders.

She pulled herself away from me, leaning against the wall. “No, Y/N, you go. I’ll be fine. Go first,” Anika spoke through her pain. I watched as her blood Oozed from her stomach, where she held herself.

I refused to take no for an answer. I grabbed the girl and basically pushed her out the window. She was in the most pain, so she took longer to climb over.

I looked over at the door, seeing Ghostface was almost in. I hurriedly began to climb out the window, even with Anika still climbing over. I rushed to be directly behind Anika as the shouts from Danny’s got louder. I looked behind me, seeing Ghostface standing at the window. When I looked toward Mindy, the ladder began to rattle. I look back at Ghostface, seeing them shaking the ladder.

“Anika, we have to move quicker,” I spoke, trying to hold my balance. Anika sat frozen on the ladder. “Come on, Anika.”

“I know. I’m scared,” she cried. I noticed that her grip wasn’t holding on as well as mine and that with one more shake she’d be done for. I looked at where Anika was and where we were from Danny’s apartment and I took a leap of faith. I gently pushed Anika close enough to grab Sam’s hand.

She quickly pulled her in before another shake came to the ladder. I crawled a little more before feeling myself start to slip. “You got this Y/N,” I heard Mindy call out. But between the constant shaking and the major loss of blood, I didn’t feel like I had this.”

I felt my leg fall through the gap in the ladder as another shake came about. I slipped, feeling myself scream and close my eyes, but I didn’t feel myself falling. I’ve been on enough drop towers to know that this certainly wasn’t it.

I opened my eyes and there I was, holding onto the ladder as if I was on the monkey bars. I laughed at my amazing reflexes, but it didn’t last long for another shake. I tried my best to ignore the pain from the stab wounds and I began to climb. I felt like a little kid again. Like I was at the playground. I tried channeling those thoughts before I made it to the last bar.

Danny reached his hands out from between the bars. I accepted his help and shakily grabbed his hand. He attempted to pull me up through the bars, which proved to be more difficult than I thought. As my body slipped through the bars, my stomach slid against them causing me to scream in pain. Danny didn’t flinch, only mumbling “sorry” over and over again, continuing to pull me up. Sam joined in and I eventually made it through, but I’d lost so much blood that I just passed out.

I woke up in the hospital. Mindy was the only one in the room. She sat next my bed while holding my hand, but her attention wasn’t on me. It was on the tv, which was playing the original stab movie.

“You’re not finishing the movie without me are you?” I questioned with a raspy voice.

Shocked, she looked over at me, pulling me into a hug. I groaned in pain causing her to quickly let go. “Sorry, I’m just happy you’re awake,” she said, looking down at me with a happy smile. Tears welled up in her eyes as she watched me. I watched her also, noticing that she only wiped her tears when she sniffled.

“Where is everyone?” I asked, looking around.

Mindy smiled, “You missed everything, babe.” I looked at her confused before telling her to continue. “Well, how do I start? You’ve been in a medically induced coma for 3 days. Doctor said Ghostface really messed you up, and that you almost didn’t make it. But here you are,” she said, adding flare with her hands.

“So is it over?” I questioned, eager to hear about everything.

“Yes, Ethan, Quinn, and Officer Bailey turned out to be the Ghostfaces taunting us. And-“

“Wait… Quinn was one of the Ghostface? I thought she was dead.”

“And that’s why you shouldn’t trust someone with a cop for a father. They faked her death with Officer Bailey arriving first to switch the bodies,” She explained.

I shook my head in disbelief. I took my unused hand and tried to hide my face in it. Mindy squeezed the hand she was holding before continuing. “You saved Anika. She probably wouldn’t have made it if you didn’t push her through. She also stayed in the hospital. In the end, Gale and Kirby almost died, but they survived. I was stabbed on the subway. Chad somehow survived a shit load of jabs at his abdomen, and Sam and Tara ended up getting stitches. So far, everyone is getting discharged tomorrow.”

“That’s good,” I softly spoke before my face scrunched in confusion. “Wait, you were stabbed?” I asked, concerned.

“Yes. Keep up, babe,” she said quickly as if she didn’t want to talk about it. “Want to have a Stab marathon, like old times?”

I smiled at the girl and rolled my eyes. “Sure. But we are talking about this later. Understand?” I scowled at her.

“Yes, mom,” she mocked with a salute.

Mindy restarted the first stab movie, sitting back into her chair. As soon as the movie started, I pulled her into the hospital bed with me, and we started our marathon.

A/N: So, I rewatched the movie to write this, and it took me two watches to realize how much these mfs be fucking Ghostface up, and yet the mfs behind the mask don’t have no bruises, wounds, or nothing. I’m sooo confused.😐🤷🏽‍♀️

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[vi-enti]

school’s over so back on the fanfic grind (a grind i have not openly shared on the internet since like. 2018), unsure if this is an idea to continue but i am thinking so hard... about the difficulties of the healing process. really gotta purge that poison

. . .

“Hello, this is… Hajime Hinata. The date is… I have no idea what the date is. It’s been 14 days, 9 hours, 47 minutes and 24 seconds since we woke up from the Neo World Program.”

“…I don’t know why I said it like that. It’s been about two weeks.” 

“Uhh… I’m not sure what to say here, really. Naegi—Makoto, that is—told me this would be a good way to get my thoughts down. That way if there’s anything I forget, or anything I want everyone to know after… Well, I don’t think I can really forget anything. Even if I wanted to, I don’t think I could.”

“Sorry there are so many quiet gaps. I’m trying to think about what I want to say... I guess I’ll start with the facts, and we can go from there. I was the first person to wake up, and then Sonia. Kazuichi took a few hours longer, he was so… his limbs were so scarred. I could barely tell the healthy tissue apart from all of the burns and cuts. When he got out, he just kept screaming and crying, he just kept—“

“Akane was next, but she was barely a shell, too weak, so Makoto put her back under for a few more days before waking her up. She wasn’t in the pod though, we—they moved her to a hospital bed in a different room. This facility really has everything. You wouldn’t believe the scale of the medical equipment, Tsumiki would love it—“

“Basically, Akane woke up a week after Kazuichi, technically, and then we put her into a medical coma for a while. We as in… I didn’t do that. I mean, I did, but it didn’t feel like me.”

“Actually, I never feel like… me. I don’t know who me is supposed to be now. I’m still him—I mean, I’m still me—but I’m not me— fuck, this doesn’t make any fucking sense, I just can’t— Sonia, don’t touch me—“

“…”

“…I want my mom. I don’t remember the last time I wanted my mom. I don’t even… remember my mom, anymore.”

“…Patient 5, Kuzuryu Fuyuhiko. We plan to wake him from his induced medical coma today, following complications from his enucleation operation directly after awakening from pod sleep. There was an infection at the area of operation and I deemed it too dangerous to continue until it was cleared. Naegi had some objections, but his background is not medical, and does not always need to be taken into account. Patient 4 will simply have to wait.”

“He still has the damn thing.”

“…they all do.”

“Alter Ego, end recording.” Hajime slumped back against his chair, bringing a hand up to push his hair back. It was a newly acquired habit, one always accompanied by the feeling of missing something, like there wasn’t enough hair to run through his fingers. He hated it. Hated thinking that it wasn’t newly acquired at all, that whoever he was in the past few years did it all the time. 

That hadn’t gone nearly as well as he’d liked. These voice diaries were supposed to be records so they could explain things easier to the others once they all woke up, something to jog their memories. Privately, he was sure that Makoto had asked him to make them more for his own sake, as if they’d help somehow with all of the different thoughts running through his brain all of the time. If he spoke them out loud, then somehow they’d disappear. It was the compromise they’d settled on after Hajime had refused to attend Future Foundation-provided therapy. Most of the time they turned out exactly like this, not suitable for anyone’s ears except his own. 

Makoto was an idiot. Talking about it wasn’t going to stop the constant streams of thought in his brain, analyzing every thing and every action around him, picking apart the movements of his friends and their slight changes in tone, detecting every potential threat and every potential weapon for killing someone—fuck.

He was so tired of dreaming up all the ways people could die. His rare moments of sleep were already haunted by spears and giant Tetris blocks, by fire and poison and terrified faces. He didn’t need more deaths on his mind, constant echoes of terrors of his own creation. 

Sitting up properly, he stretched his arms out before standing up to examine his half of the room. At least two people kept watch in the pod room at all times, waiting for anyone to wake up next and making sure nobody died. It reminded him of the hospital in the simulation, someone always watching over Akane and Ibuki and—

An alarm beeped and Sonia, on the other end of the room, startled awake in her own chair. She had stayed on that side after Hajime shoved her away earlier, eventually drifting to sleep by Gundham’s pod. It was the one she stared at the most, blue eyes alight with grief and fury, even if she wouldn’t admit it. She was better off than Hajime, at least. One of his eyes stayed empty. Makoto had warned him that she shouldn’t be allowed to spend so much time with Gundham, but he could never bring himself to pull her away. Clearing his throat, he waited for the former princess to look up towards him. 

“Shift change. You should go sleep in an actual bed, I can wait for Kazuichi and Makoto if you want to go on ahead.” She shook her head, fingers trailing over the glass coffin holding the Ultimate Breeder. 

“No, that’s alright. You’ve been here long enough, you need to rest before Fuyuhiko. It’s only a few more hours away. Besides, I…” Sonia trailed off, gaze shifting to the pod next to Gundham’s, covered with a sheet. Everyone had to be checked on, but there was just one person Hajime couldn’t stand to see. The only person in the room that caused his dead eye to come to life. 

He couldn’t identify the emotion, but it had to be hate. It had to be, right?

At least he knew he wouldn’t be judged for it. Everyone had someone they couldn’t look at in this room, couldn’t face directly. Hajime was just the only one weak enough to require a sheet covering the pod. The only one who couldn’t be controlled if he had a fit of anger, or worse—one of despair. 

Swallowing back bile, he nodded, making a quick exit from the room to the quarters right next door. A large room had been set up with beds and necessities for them, the six that were here and constantly switching out. Kyoko had suggested separate rooms, but after multiple nights of Kazuichi sneaking into his room or Sonia screaming in her sleep from across the hall, Hajime had fought for them to all be together. Makoto, almost with a child-like excitement, had insisted that he, Kyoko, and Aoi stay there too. 

The lucky student in question had been sitting on the floor cross-legged when he walked in, laptop resting on a knee while he glared down at the screen. A glare from Makoto wasn’t usually all that effective, but whatever he was seeing seemed to be genuinely pissing him off. If Hajime had been anyone else, he wouldn’t have bothered disturbing the younger. Still, someone had to go fill in for him with Sonia until Kazuichi took over for her. The mechanic was nowhere to be seen—probably sitting at Akane’s bedside, as usual. Tapping Makoto gently on the shoulder, Hajime waited for him to look up from the email he had been so focused on. 

“Oh, you’re back! Has it been six hours already? I didn’t even notice.” It wasn’t a long time to spend watching the pods, but Aoi had insisted. They had three pairs switching out, and she didn’t want anyone spending more time in the pod room than they did outside of it, in the fresh air and the real world—or so she said. Hajime was sure it had more to do with her growing concern for the five of them, Kyoko and Makoto included. While they hadn’t been in the program nearly as long, they still seemed just a bit too pale to her. As for himself, Sonia, and Kazuichi… Aoi had never known them before, but worried nonetheless about irreparable damage. 

“Yes, I’m back. Will you find Kazuichi and tag Sonia out? She’s just finishing check-ups.” The shorter nodded, shutting his laptop and standing from his seat on the floor. “Everything alright?”

“It’s just Byakuya, he’s facing some problems bringing the medical equipment we need over to the island. The Future Foundation doesn’t see the need to care for some of the pre-existing conditions your class has, they’re just barely allotting enough supplies for taking care of the… last bits of Junko. It’s like you aren’t even humans to them, they just have no empathy!” Makoto rubbed his temples, forcing a weak smile onto his face. It hadn’t escaped Hajime that the bright-eyed boy that they had met in the final trial and the tired man before him right now seemed so far apart from each other. Because of us—because of me. 

“We aren’t human to them.” He placed a hand on his shoulder, trying to offer some comfort. “But we are to you. You’re the best of them, Makoto. I know you’ll work things out.” The younger’s smile twisted, not exactly happy, and he nodded in response. 

“Right. The Ultimate Hope, that’s me. I have to be able to fix this.” Hajime raised an eyebrow, not meaning that at all, but Makoto was already walking out of the room to take over watch duties. That had gone… stunningly bad. Whatever part of his soul had been able to produce hope for the others in the Neo World Program had been hiding, his mind and body too used to the actions and words of another. Another who had no idea how to give someone hope for the future, much less comfort someone just the slightest bit. All Hajime seemed to be good at these days was making things worse. 

A warmth squeezed around his hand, like someone urging him to stop thinking, and he yanked it away from—from nothing. There was nobody there. He just needed to get some rest before Fuyuhiko’s surgery today. 

Two beds remained empty, waiting for their last members. Akane was awake, but still too weak to leave her hospital bed, and Fuyuhiko would join them today. Hopefully. Sitting on his own perfectly made bed, he wondered if all of the remnants would end up sharing a room for the rest of time. The three of them awake so far had their nightmares, some worse than others, and it was impossible to imagine the rest being able to sleep easy after all that had happened. It was too easy to imagine everyone around the room, as if their spaces were already there waiting for them. Glancing around, Hajime could imagine each and every one of them smiling at him, if he could just bring them all back, if he could just wake them up. 

A flash of pink and white hair danced at the corner of his eyes, a gentle smile and a false one, and he slammed his head down on the bed, covering his vision with a pillow. Sleep now, hypotheticals later. Hypotheticals that could never, ever be reality anyways. It was dangerous to get lost in thoughts of a happy ending. 

He didn’t deserve an ending just yet. There was too much to fix. 

[bluewinnerangel]

(This would probably do very well in gif form but here's a block of text instead lol) Ok so the visuals in the Daylight music video that go with the lyrics are really fun, and I wanted to post a bit of a thing of it here.. i probably miss some maybe obvious ones or nods/metaphors an whatever, and there are things shown that relate to the lyrics but not exactly at the time he's singing it that I don't mention, but basically almost every lyric and visual directly relate. And that's really cool so I'm gonna list what I seem. I am failing to come up with a word for it that most likely exists but as @theirloveisgross said "My art school ass loves this" so we're calling it the myartschoolasslovesthis overview for now for now:

Ok so Lyric + visual shown while he's singing it that relates:

I'm on the roof - hes on a roof

You're in your airplane seat - he crouches like as if he sits down on a chair (in the air)

I was nose-bleedin' looking for life out there - he walks out of the celeste venus shes expert not novice camper thing

Readin' your horoscope - girlie in the back reading bigass book she's holding up in the air

You were just doing cocaine - walks by white powdered face bunny girlie

in my kitchen You never listen - stands in front of knife'd daggered wall and shows angrywrittenalloverherface devil girlie wanting to throw more

I hope you're missing me by now - she throws another and misses

If I was a bluebird, I would fly to you - walks past more circusmembers who are up in the air and he does a lil fly dancemove

You'd be the spoon Dip you in honey so I could be sticking to you - lil dip dancemoves, the others up in the air are now hanging face down also both with orangey head thingies very honey very dippy (also most headdresses and accessoiries are honey-ish colored like theyre all dipped in it)

(here its a bit thats not that much directly doing something with the lyrics but ill keep up vaguedescribing whats shown, basically every line he finds a new circus-person he interacts with/mimics:) Daylight, you got me cursing the daylight (Ooh) - me the annoying bluegreen clown stops him

Daylight, you got me cursing the daylight (Ooh) - weightlifting stongwoman and hes acting tough showing his muscles

Daylight, you got me calling at all times (Ooh) - screaming through a thing with someone on the other end who is annoyed on the other hand covering her ears

Ain't gonna sleep till the daylight (Ooh) - gets into a box covered in sky and clouds and pretends to sleep in it - then bambamchaos till the next verse-

Out of New York - he's also waving to a girl in a marching band costume on stilts above him and you see the "a prize every time" sign behind them i have thoughts about this none are remotely direct and obvious anyways

I'm on the comedown speed We're on bicycles - well. hes on a bicycle.

Saying, "There's life out therе" - points to the sky

You've got the antidote - circusact with a snake wee venom

I'll take one to go, go, please - ?looks in distorted mirrors

Get the picture, cut out my middle - crawls at like.. middle-length.. like he cuts himself im half in length.. in between people hoolahooping on their middles

You ain't got time for me right now - there's the sign again behind him that says "a prize every time" (and then past "cleanliness(?) and "peep show" idk bro)

If I was a bluebird - view of a girl in blue with feathers shot from below so the background is just sky

I would fly to you - idk some dance of the bluebird trying to get to harry and being held back by the other blue birds

You'd be the spoon, Dip you in honey so I could be sticking to you - theyre dancing around him and he seems confused and then he starts running away past the mirrors and theyre going after him.. its kinda like the bluebird wants to fly and stick to harry and harrys running away?

Yeap. cool. that was it for the lyrics and the matching visuals and from there it just turns to chaos (what a music video tends to do at that point). coolcoolcool

[wrathofrats]

13. Wax play / size kink

Phantom x mountain

Prompts as always by the icon @kroas-adtam

Mountain catches phantom and makes him repent for his sins. Sequel to day 9 but can be read alone

Warnings for heavy religious bullshit, preacher mountain, religious guilt. Wax play. Me getting carried away about Catholicism again.

Phantom almost thought mountain was going to gut him on the spot the way he grabbed his scruff once the two were done.

“Meet me in the chapel” he growled in his ear.

So that’s where he sat.

Front row at the end of the pew. Hands folded and his lap and head down, waiting.

He waited for a long time.

The guilt continued to burn in his stomach. Perverted thoughts and sins eating at the lining of his insides. The images of mountain fucking Aurora continued to flash in front of his eyes, impossible to ignore. Impossible to ignore how he fucked into her. How she screamed. How big he looked under her. It has him chubbing up all over again before he can stop himself.

Finally after what seemed like hours he could hear the door open and close behind him.

Mountain walked up behind him silently. Only sound that could be heard was the squeak of the old wooden floorboards beneath his weight. Heavy step of his shoes on the floor. They pounded in phantoms ears as he got closer.

Mountain walked straight past him though and up onto the stage.

“Come here. Kneel.” His voice was commanding. Strict.

Phantom scrambled to his feet, practically falling over himself to walk up the small steps and kneel at mountains feet. Head still down and hands in his lap. He doesn’t dare look at mountain but he can feel his judgment bore through him.

Mountain stays silent. He knows his stature is making the smaller ghoul squirm in his position. Waiting and hanging onto every small sound the old building makes when mountain even shifts his weight. It’s torturous. The splintered floorboards covered in rough old carpet tear into phantoms knees but he tries to stay still anyways. He attempts to count the fibers in the carpet, inhales the old must of the chapel, focuses on the dust partials in the air to calm his nerves.

“Strip. Continue to kneel.”

Phantom rushes to shuck his clothes while mountain moves about the stage, he can hear his footsteps the the sounds of him grabbing different things, but he doesn’t dare look up.

He’s cold, bare, exposed. He’s vulnerable. Knelt unclothed before him, cock hard against his stomach. It’s embarrassing, shameful.

“And after all of that. You’re still hard? Do you not feel guilty?”

Phantom can hear his ears ringing, his face burning. He does feel guilty. He feels dirty and gross for his actions.

“Oh … you do feel guilty don’t you. And that’s why you’re so turned on”

He wished he didn’t point it out. Phantom winces at the words.

“Do you want to be forgiven? Do you want to show me how guilty you feel?”

“Please let me, please forgive me”

The click of a lighter is heard throughout the room.

“Look at me” mountain says

Phantoms lifts his head to stare at mountain for the first time since he caught them in the courtyard.

He’s dressed in his preacher uniform. Black button up shirt tucked into black trousers with the white band going through the collar. In one hand a lighter, the other a long thick red candle.

Phantom would be lying if he said seeing mountain like this didn’t turn him on even more.

“We will burn away your sins”

He watches mountain light the candle in his hand.

“Repent”

Mountain looms over him. A thick bead of wax falls down the candle and drips onto phantoms bare thigh making him hiss.

“Shit - im sorry, im sorry for my sins”

Mountain tips the candle forward, another bead of wax drips higher this time, almost directly next to his aching cock.

“You can do better”

“I’m sorry I was watching you I know better now I’m sorry please forgive me”

A long stream of wax runs down, coating his shoulder and dripping onto his chest.

“Tell me what you are”

“I’m a pervert. I’m a sick pervert”

Another drip of wax, onto the other shoulder

“Tell me what you want”

“I want to be forgiven”

Mountain grabs phantoms hair harshly, pull his head back to expose his neck. More seering red wax pours onto the column of his throat. The heat stings, makes him gasp as mountain continues to pour.

“No. Don’t lie to me. Tell me what you actually want”

Phantom breathes heavy, stares up at mountain in confusion. He can’t be asking him to tell him … that .. can he? Is that what he wants?

“You’re still hard. Confess”

Phantom gulps down a breath of air as mountain lets go of his scalp. His jaw trembles with the words he doesn’t want to say.

“I want your cock. I need it. I need you to fuck me mountain please. I need you to break me, heal me make me better anything-“ phantom babbles. Desperate and ashamed.

It’s hard for mountain not to smirk at the poor ghoul. Bare and guilty knelt in front of him, covered in red wax he’s sure will leave welts. Marks of his forgiveness.

“On your hands and knees”

Phantom easily obeys, leaning over to place his hands onto the old carpet, arches his back to present for mountain, submit to him.

Mountain moves behind him, still holding the candle as the hot wax pools in the divot where it’s been burned countless times. The air smells of smoke and herbs and lust. Something deeply religious and blasphemous.

A large hand settles on his hip before another stream of hot wax runs down his back. It’s a distinct burn. Not enough to have him truly injured but enjoy to hurt and keep him in place. A quick sting before it hardens on top of the sore skin.

“Please do something” phantom whines

“You need to be prepped, youre too tight, I’ll hurt you” mountain says. His tone has softened from before, something more forgiving and caring than the booming voice of judgment he had before.

“Please hurt me. Please make me pay. Make me repent” phantom nearly cries. He’s been hard for hours, it hurts and he feels guilty for his dirty thoughts and all he needs is mountain. He needs to prove himself.

“I will. I will make sure you prove yourself shadow. Don’t worry” a thick finger prods at his hole, attempting to open him up. Even just the one finger has him burning with the stretch, hands much larger than his own, two of his fingers could probably equate to the size of at least a couple of the cocks he’s taken. It’s a terrifying thought that has his mouth watering, the fact that if this is how big his fingers are, how big is his cock?

More wax is poured along his back, he arches against it, pushes back on the now two fingers mountain has inside him.

“Let me cleanse you of your sins shadow. Let me make you better, let me purify you”

It hurts when mountain finally attempts to push into him. It’s a stretch he could never imagine, filling him to absolute brim. He can feel it in his stomach, his chest, everywhere. It hurts, it takes his breath away. He craves more. The idea of mountain moving makes him want to cry.

“Are you ok shadow?” Mountain asks tenderly, smoothing another large hand over his back, through the long welts from the hot liquid.

“Please move. Please fuck me”

And mountain can’t resist. He starts slow, testing to see if phantom was actually alright, before going faster once he decided he can’t help himself. Phantom is tight, mountain can barely think with the small ghoul on his cock, whining like he’s never been fucked before. He pours more wax on him just to hear him whimper under the pain. It’s obscene, the poor thing crying out for his cock, begging to be forgiven. It’s truly not mountains fault if he gets close faster than he thought he would.

“Cl- close mountain please, need your hand on my cock. Touch me please” it’s a hard request to deny. And mountains hand practically swallows phantoms cock, obscuring the small thing from view when he reaches around him. It’s not long before he’s shooting into it and onto the carpet below them.

Mountain quickly pulls out before cumming onto phantoms back, long white ropes spilling onto the red hardened wax.

“You’ve been forgiven”

[ask-narratordoe]

Starlet's Aside

Chapter 6: Act Two [Word Count: 739]

Both girls’ doors were wide open, allowing Star to shove her way directly into Doe’s room, completely disregarding the filly. Check the bookshelf. Check the toybox. Check the bed. Check under the bed. Check the closet. Get out.

“Star..?” Bookshelf, toybox, bed, under, closet, out. “Star, what are you doing?” Doe inquired with a sniffle. “Have you seen my-”

“Dad has it,” Star cut her off, rummaging over the bookshelf, “I’m looking for something.”

“...oh.” Doe hung her head low as Star moved on to her toybox. The dice had to be there somewhere! “Can you...” Doe began, “can you help me pick up, please? I don’t want Mom to see, and... You know...”

“Nonono, not now,” her sister dismissed, continuing to the bed.

Doe whimpered, “Why not?”

Star replied, “I’m looking... this is super-duper important, I have a time limit.” She moved on to the closet.

“But I really need your help!” she pleaded. Star disregarded her.

“This is your fault anyways, kid,” she called. “Pick it up alone.”

“But Star-!” Penn’s mother entered, interrupting the fight. “What is going on here, girls?!” A scream, some magic, and Star’s consciousness faded again.

Back in her room. Tally eight, second floor bedrooms searched. Onto the guest bathroom. And after that, downstairs. The search was taking forever.

Star ran off towards the bathroom, Doe calling out for her. She could only reply, “Emergency!” Bathtub: just a few stray feathers. But... red feathers. The stress of this scavenger hunt must be getting to her. Toilet: Just normal water. Under the sink: Red and black towels, extra soap, water pipes, hair supplies. Sink/counter: a couple of poker chips? This ghost demon stallion thing must be messing with her at this point, this is getting ridiculous. Medicine cabinet: toothbrushes, toothpaste, dental floss- dice! Wait. No. Wrong dice, these ones were red. Come on! With the bathroom done, though, she had time to glance over the staircase.

The pegasus rushed out of the door, trotting up and down the steps, eyes peeled for a black dice. Looked clear. Luckily, the top floor was done, so she could check the first floor. Before she could even walk back down, vines burst from Doe’s room. She was enveloped in blackness, again. Next cycle.

Star woke up. This was getting old. The screen showed nine tally marks, meaning this was lucky attempt number ten. She flew down to the bottom floor, nearly crashing into a chandelier, frantically searching around. Was it just her, or was the room getting fuzzier?

“Star!” Penn chastised from the kitchen. “Hooves on the ground. You’ll break the house or break yourself.” Oh, Star certainly didn’t miss that phrase. With a sassy flip of her ponytail, she gracefully dropped to the ground. “That’s better,” her mother commented. The fuzziness was starting to eat at her brain; time was of the essence.

Tally ten... not in the living room.

Tally eleven... not in the kitchen.

Tally twelve... not in the mudroom or washing room.

Tally thirteen... not in the toilet room or second bathroom.

Every time she checked a room, she got faster at searching. The blurring of her vision, static filling her ears, and random board game items appearing certainly hindered her, but she was managing. Via process of elimination, this meant the dice could only be in one location: her parents’ bedroom. She hadn’t lost consciousness yet on the thirteenth attempt. She could take a glance inside! And glance inside the pegasus did. Her dad was pulling Doe’s novel out of his bedside table, until he noticed her peeking at him from his own bathroom. Star needed to get him out of there.

“Dad!” Star exclaimed. Holding the book close to him, Cedric responded, “Hey, starshine. Everything okay?” She put on her best “exasperated” face, which at that point, was no difficult task. “You should go check on Doe. Like, now. She’s throwing a fit.” Cedric paled, rushing out of the room, calling on Penn to follow him up. Star was only able to take a few strides into his room when the chaos began.

The vines had spread throughout the house at this point, and seemed to have minds of their own. They snatched at Star, grabbing onto her ponytail and attempting to pull her underneath the house. She screeched and kicked at the vines, grabbing onto anything she could, before she blacked out once more.

TRY AGAIN, fourteen tallies.

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[mintawasalreadytaken]

chapter 8 of 'bad times'

found most of this languishing in my drafts and thought "you know what the world needs today? drarry whump." here it is! happy weekend to you!

--- THIS IS WHUMP. IT'S A BAD TIME. A VERY BAD TIME. LOOK AWAY UNLESS YOU WANT TO JOIN IN THE BAD TIMES, TOO. ---

"But what do you see in him?"

Hermione's being rude, and Harry can't blame her. He knows what it looks like. What he looks like. He fiddles with the white chip in his jeans pocket, the urge to blur out this conversation with something strong enough to strip paint a physical pressure between his ears.

"The sex is good," Harry says.

Hermione's eyes flutter, her version of rolling them.

It's not a lie, but it's not the truth, either. 

"Do you really want me to explain?"

"How the sex is good?" She looks out the window. "No, I don't."

She shuts the screen door behind her when she leaves, maintaining eye contact with him through it like she dares him to step foot outside his flat too. He goes for the toilet immediately instead and discovers she's emptied the bottles under the bathroom sink, and the anger and shame over that gives him heartburn and burps like eggs. He dowses that fire with vodka in orange juice, then a little orange juice in what’s left of the vodka, until his teeth find the wiggly tooth and play with it, and that’s unsettling and he wonders for a moment if he’s dying, if his teeth are falling out because he’s dying and he’s back in the gymnasium storage closet with Cedric’s dead weight dragging him down, it’s a split second memory but once it’s there it takes sitting in the pub counting to one thousand tearing a cardboard mat to shreds sipping warm lager until it’s two and he’s pissed and he can’t feel his teeth anymore more and Ben the bartender buys a half and does a line with him in the cooler and all of a sudden it’s any other day and Harry’s fine. He pops home, he grabs his stuff and responds to the regulars first, and then he's off to work, sniffing a little more because his car is in the shop so he's on a bicycle tonight, the breeze he creates by whipping down hills slapping singlet against his chest and combing tracks through his greasy hair. 

The licks of time between this feeling of flying, he feels too much. Those are the snippets when he knows how it looks, putting Draco up at his place. Knows how he looks, the puffiness bloating the tissues of his face when the rest of him screams malnourishment. The slivers of time spent sober-ish for Hermione’s benefit, those precipitate the thinking and that brings the smell of rubber, of footie and jerseys and the butcher shop tang of the morgue, and the next thing Harry knows it’s late and he’s on his last call, back at the pub and the sign on the door says CLOSED but the bar manager ripped the Arctic Monkeys EP to CD and they keep playing So I Bet That You Look Good On The Dance Floor on repeat and Ben’s hitting on Davis and Martina and Greg and the waitress Harry can never remember are playing the worst game of pool he’s ever seen, and Draco’s there. Someone called him. He follows the conversation with his eyes and props open the exit to smoke through the crack in the door and he only talks to Harry to ask if he will sell to his friends, and Harry says he’s done for the night but has more at home, if Draco wants it, and Draco shrugs and says he’ll see. 

They party until the group peels into smaller groups and it’s just them and six lines. Ben breaks a pint glass while filling in the dishwasher, and he leaves to the back, swerving around a corner, cursing whoever the fuck moved the bucket they use for shards. 

Draco rests his chin in his hand, and looks directly at Harry. 

“I’d better be getting home,” Harry says. He passes a rolled note to Draco. Draco inserts its damp tip into a nostril and finishes the last two lines on the countertop, then sweeps the crumbs onto the floor. He pockets the bill and sniffles.

"Looks like we're done here," says Draco. He rubs one palm from Harry's knee up his thigh, then disengages, off to steal a turn at the pool table. He hasn't paid for a thing all night and he brushes Harry's coke to the ground like it's nothing. He soaks up everything in his path like it's owed to him. Wipes the ground with Harry most of all. 

They say nothing else to one another in the ensuing minutes, the comedown, while everyone's too pissed and high and exhausted to admit that after this is nothing, is home and the blue light of morning and more of the same tomorrow. Draco trails Harry out the door to the sounds of pans crashing in the kitchen, and Ben colourfully cursing to hell and back. 

Draco is the last man standing, which makes him the most frequent guest in Harry’s bed. That’s it. That’s the part Harry can’t explain to Hermione: that he's not fussed who it is so much as that they’re there, someone, anyone, a real corporeal haunting he can punch and lick and hold onto. Draco's something of a spectre of all Harry's bad decisions rolled into a single weeping lump, stuffed into a skeleton. He hates Harry with every cell and he's there, moth to flame, incapable of going two weeks, then days, then hours without sipping from Harry in some way. Draco tinges Harry's thoughts: his lies sting, his distrust singes. Draco hordes secrets and chastises Harry for being a jealous lover, a little boy, an idiot, a lowlife thug, for daring to seek out the shape of the pile. Draco's presence in a sore in Harry's mouth he can't stop prodding. 

He is a nightmare to be around. He disappears: Harry's eyes won't stop searching ditches. He storms out, taking Harry's wallet with him. He steals his glasses. 

Harry finds him. In new neighbourhoods, all over the City. Harry finds him. 

In a trap houses and plur parties thrown in mansions, Harry finds him one of two ways: the first, in glossy shoes, his hair longer. Washed. This Draco returns with ointment at his elbows, a greasy layer between his wounds and the world. He has walking around money, and clothes that are new to Harry, even though the cashmere is already pilled at the hems, and the leather broken in, smelling of Galloises. His teeth are shiny clean and his eyes are clear and he's thirsty, and Harry finds him and they drink their way to the bottom of a well. Draco returns from these spates cold, and hungry. His physical wounds are bandaged but his mental state is a wreck. He corrects Harry's grammar and dumps the coffee on the floor and slams Harry's fingers in the door over whether it's the oven or the stove. 

Draco doesn't apologize. He storms out, leaving, always leaving Harry, who sleeps curled into a ball the size of a seed. Hermione visits and he jams little bottles of vodka from hotel parties into the centre of the kitchen roll so he can sip while she checks under the kitchen sink. She leaves biscuits and a stern lecture, opens his windows to let some air in, and Harry empties the butts from the flowerpots and dusts the house in baking soda and hoovers it all up, he does the wash, he paints the bathroom and patches the holes his fists have left and doesn't see Draco for a week, and when Draco returns, it's the second kind. 

The second kind of return is blurrier. Draco comes back to Harry colourless, tacky with unwashed sweat. He looks punched out, bags under his eyes protruding, purple. He uses cards to pay for everything, orders flats of mineral water to the house. He survives on cigarettes and whatever Harry gives him, whatever he wants. He fucks Harry like a god. His cock is an icepick and he breaks Harry with it. He films them fucking on his phone, sends it around, invites others over to made up addresses. He makes Harry wear a balaclava, and Harry sucks him while he's off his head, and Draco shows him the footage later and forces him to admit how good he looks when he comes like that. He gets Harry hard while wearing his wedding ring: it appears, disappears. There are rare, sunny days, sunny because of his mood, because something has changed. The hunch in his back and the pinch between his brows disappears, and they eat steak with runny eggs, and Draco climbs on top of Harry and pulls the blanket over them so it's just them in this cave, and he'll ride Harry and gasp out his name. On these special days, Draco rolls the joints himself and beacons Harry close with a fingertip brushing the underside of his jaw. They share breath, and spit, and Harry drinks Draco in (spit, come, lube, blood) and Draco inhales Harry (musk, sweet, fetid) and they're like a closed loop. 

Harry thought this is what living with Sirius would be, and the thought doesn't confuse him at all. He basks in it. He dozes on high, on a cloud, Draco's fingers in him and his voice in his ear and even though Harry doesn't want to do that thing, whatever it is he'll do it in that moment, for Draco. Harry pays. Harry slices into packages he shouldn't and drips droplets into Draco's naked eyes if he asks.

Draco asks Harry if he wants to be a good little hole for him. His breath is sour and Harry knows because Draco, in this state, nips at his lips sometimes. He disappears in the guest bath for hours at a time, and sometimes he calls Harry to flats he's never seen before, and holds a hot water bottle to his stomach, and squeezes Harry's fingers tight while daytime soap operas blare at them from the flat screen TV. Draco's hair goes lank, and his clothing stale, then rank. He accrues sores, and bruises, and chips his teeth. He grinds them. He sucks ice lolly's till his mouth is a bright blue hole, and Harry coaxes him back, home, until he says the wrong thing. Until he finds Draco at midnight, dribbling the last of the peach yogurt into his mouth, backlit by the refrigerator glow, and Harry stumbles over his words as he tips orange juice into his tumbler. Harry's mouth runs circles around his thoughts, it outpaces them, which are miles ahead of whatever dark hole in his stomach his feelings are relegated to.

Harry, blind drunk, always comes around to mention the ring. His thoughts circle the topic like carrion birds above a carcass. What his wife must think, Draco gone weeks at a time. What she wonders. Why he wears it, if he doesn't care. 

Draco leaves, and he takes Harry's wallet. Takes the keys to the car. Keys the car, sloshes the tin of leftover paint on the stoop. Draco comes back, and Harry quiets the part of himself that wonders, that scratches the same itch till it bleeds: 

Why her? 

Where do you go, and why there? 

Why not me? Why not, just once, choose me?

---

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[lexiepoch]

Goddamn Shield

Word Count: 1269

Prompt: "Damn it, why aren't you obeying the laws of physics?"

"Hey Stevie!" you call down the hall of the compound. The blond turns around to face you, raising his eyebrows in response. "Could I call in one of those favours you own me from all of those times I've saved your ass?" you ask, crossing your fingers and giving him your best smile.

"Sure doll, what do you want from me? A ride somewhere?"

"Actually no, I was wondering if I could borrow the shield..." you trail off, nibbling on your bottom lip.

"Yes, you can. But only as long as what you're going to be doing doesn't break any laws this time. Does it?"

"No! I promise it doesn't! I want to test something. I've done the calculations as to how it should fly and I want to check if I am right about my assumptions. You can help if you want and aren't busy." You smile innocently up at the super soldier.

"Then of course you can borrow the shield, especially if it means I don't have to bail you out of jail today. C'mon, it's in my room." You follow him down the many corridors of the compound. When you reach his door, you politely wait outside the room as he retrieves the shield from where it hangs on the wall. "Here you go. Have fun and don't hurt yourself." he says, placing the weapon in your hands.

"Thanks Stevie!" you yell, jogging back down the hall, towards the stairwell and throwing the door open and sprinting down them. You arrive on the laboratory level and return to your jog down the hall and use your key card hung around your neck to open the lab room you were working in before.

After hours of tossing the shield around the large room, you are becoming increasingly more frustrated with the weapon. When it lands again you check your note book and let out an ear-piercing scream, making the scientists in the labs surrounding you jerk their heads up. "Damn it, why aren't you obeying the laws of physics?" you yell at the shield laying on the floor. You pick it up and wildly toss it at the wall in dissatisfaction, without thinking of the consequences. The vibranium weapon flies back at you at full speed and hits you directly in the head.

"Y/n? Y/n? Y/n, can you hear me?" asks Bruce Banner's voice from above your head.

"Go away," you whine, trying to roll away from him. "My head hurts,"

"That's because you got hit in the head with my shield, doll." says Steve's voice, joining Bruce.

"Huh?" you ask, super confused, prying your eyes open to look at your surroundings. "Oh, god. It's fucking bright. Why is it so bright in here?" you groan, rubbing your eyes.

"I'll get the lights," says Steve, moving away from your sight and flicking the lights off.

"Thanks Stevie," you mutter, smiling hazily.

"No problem doll. Now, I'm going to help you stand up, alright?" Steve says, leaning down and taking your hands in his.

"Why?" you squawk, as he slowly pulls you up.

"So we can take you to the med-bay. You have a nasty cut on your forehead. Who thought it was a good idea for you to be left alone with the shield?" asks Bruce, walking beside you, ensuring you don't fall as you look extremely unstable on your feet.

"I did, Banner. I thought she was going to be safe and not injure herself. Clearly I was wrong, huh doll?"

"Sorry, Stevie. I was frustrated and not thinking right. I just threw it and the next thing that I know is that I'm waking up on my lab floor with you pair hovering over me. Just take me to the med-bay, stitch me up and let me get on with my day. I still have to recalculate the physics and test the shield again." you wave your hand dismissively at the men flanking you.

"Actually, while we were waiting for you to come back, I looked over your mathematics. All the equations are right. Your math was all right. You didn't make a single mistake." assures Bruce.

"But, I was wrong? None of my test throws worked. There had to have been some sort of mistake!" you begin to fret, your breathing becoming heavier.

"Y/n, the shield doesn't follow the laws that other metals do. Vibranium has its own set of laws. If you want to understand them, we can set up time that you can video chat with Shuri. She will explain all of them to you. Just like she did with Tony and I." reassures Bruce, as you enter the med-bay. Your fellow scientist leads you to a empty gurney and pushes you to sit on its edge. He waves over a free nurse who grabs the nearest medical kit and walks over.

"Has she been checked for a concussion?" asks the young man.

"No, but shes coherent and has been talking and walking fine."

"Alright, just make sure to keep an eye on her for the next forty-eight hours and to keep this wound clean." says the nurse cleaning the skin around your wound with an alcohol swab before drying it with a piece of gauze. He dresses the cut with a clean strip of gauze and tapes it down gently. "There you go, just take it easy for the next two days and you should be alright." The nurse pats your shoulder, packs up the medical kit and walks away without another word.

"Alright, I'll be off now. Thanks for the help guys." you say, pushing off of the gurney and beginning to walk away.

"No! Get your ass back here! You're not going any where without me beside you! You heard what the nurse said, you need to take it easy." Steve says, placing a hand on her back.

"I don't need to be supervised constantly, Steven. You don't need to follow me around. I do know how to take it easy, you know." You brush him off and turn the corner, stepping into an empty elevator. You close the door before Steve can step in with you and ride it up to the floor where the common room is. Heading down the hall, you wander into the kitchen and make yourself a snack before returning to your quarters.

~Two Hours Later~

A knock on your door sounds. "Hey, its Natasha. Can I come in?"

"Yeah, sure come in!" you call, putting your book down and roll over to face the door.

"Hey!Heard you had a bit of a scientific accident. Hit yourself in the head with Rogers' shield. How'd that feel?" she asks, perching on the edge of your bed.

"Oh god, it hurt like hell Nat. Then Steve decides that he has to be responsible for me because I was told to take it easy. As if I haven't followed those orders all my life." The pair of you chuckle. "But I fell fine overall. Just a little bit of throbbing pain in my forehead, but that's to be expected. I mean, I did get hit in the head with a vibranium shield three hours ago. Is there anything you needed in particular Nat?"

"Yeah, actually I do. It's Tony's turn to cook dinner and he really doesn't want to cook and wants to know what your order for pizza is."

"Just cheese for me, if you don't mind." you smile at her.

"Alright, that's easy! See you later Y/n!" she leaves your room.

"See you, Nat!" you call back to her.

The End

[kaileywritesstuff]

Prompt #9: Put two people who hate each other in an elevator together for twelve hours. What happens? (Written February 26, 2023)

“God damn it!” Emily screamed, banging her fists against the elevator wall. “Of course I’d be stuck in this fucking elevator with you.”

“What the fuck does that mean?” Sadie asked from the opposite side of the elevator. 

“It means, I cannot stand you and I have no fucking clue when we’ll be getting out of this metal trap.” Emily slid to the floor and hid her face in her hands.

“Do you think I’m happy about this? I am going to miss an important meeting if we’re stuck here much longer. But, since we are stuck together, the least you can do is stop acting like this is the end of the world.”

Emily slowly looked up at her from behind her dark curtain of hair. “I’m just going to put my earbuds in, close my eyes, and pretend that I’m not having to spend my time stuck in this cage with the person I hate the most at the moment.”

Sadie rolled her eyes and shook her head. “Fine. I’d rather sit in silence anyway.”

*Three Hours Later*

Emily’s earbuds died, her phone only had ten percent battery left and she had no rational explanation for what she was going to do next.

“Sadie, why did you do it?”

Sadie looked up from her book. “Why did I do what, exactly?”

“Why did you sleep with Patrick? You knew damn well that he was my fiancé and you slept with him anyway.”

Sadie carefully placed a folded piece of paper into her book and set in on the floor beside her.

  “First of all, Patrick told me that you both had broken up. By the time I found out that you were still in the picture, I told him that we had to end things. Of course, it was too late at that point because you literally walked in right after that happened.”

Emily pushed her hair behind her ears and glowered at the red head in front of her. “I have the hardest time believing that. You know, considering the fact that you were messaging Patrick about how the sex was so much better knowing that you were sleeping with my fiancé! You actually mentioned me a lot.”

“You are really reading way too far into all of it. I only hooked up with Patrick a few times. If I’m being entirely honest with you right now, I think you should be thanking me.” Sadie sat up a little straighter and smirked. 

“I should be thanking you?! For what? Ruining my relationship?” Emily leaned forward, feigning curiosity.

“If Patrick was so willing to sleep with me, he could have been sleeping with anyone else. He was not the right person for you.” Sadie relaxed against the wall, as though she had made her point loud and clear.

Emily could feel the heat of her anger rise up in her chest. What gave Sadie the right to determine whether Patrick would have cheated no matter what?

She slumped back against the cold metal wall and closed her eyes. Maybe sleeping through this nightmare would make it end sooner.

*Six Hours Later*

“Hey, Emily,” Sadie nudged Emily awake.”The front desk just called. The fire department will be here soon. Apparently, they forgot about us. That, or we are very low on their priority list. Anyway, I thought you’d want to know.”

Emily rubbed her eyes and nodded. “Thanks.” She cleared the fog from her mind and looked directly into Sadie’s emerald eyes. “Can you be completely honest with me about something?”

Sadie pondered it for a moment, a deep v forming between her eyebrows. “Sure, I suppose I could spare some complete and unadulterated honesty.”

Emily took a deep breath and looked down at her hands as though they may hold the weight of her question. “Did you do it to hurt me? I thought we were friends and then I found out that you were hooking up with Pat-” 

Sadie stopped her mid-sentence by placing her hands on Emily’s shoulders and looking deeply into her eyes. “I never wanted to hurt you. I honestly didn’t even want to hook up with Patrick the two times that we did. I wanted to get closer to you and I thought the best way to do that was to get to know you through the person who was supposed to love you. Then I let him do what he wanted to do and I was going to tell you sooner but then you figured it out. What you never seemed to figure out was why it mattered to me at all… 

“I have no good excuse for sleeping with Patrick besides to prove to you that he was not worthy of your love and attention.”

Emily looked at her as though she were nuts. “So, you slept with Patrick to prove that he was somehow worse than I thought he was? But didn’t that tell me the exact same thing about you?”

The corners of Sadie’s mouth turned down into a soft frown. “I guess you’re right. I fucked up. I know that you’ll never even begin to forgive me and I think I can accept that. But, I needed you to know why I did it. I started to fall in love with you and knew that you could do so much better than Patrick.” She let go of Emily’s shoulders and let her body slump against the wall. 

Emily stared at her incredulously. “I still don’t think I understand. You say you love me and then decide the best way to show me that is to hurt and betray me the same way that the person I thought I was going to spend the rest of my life with hurt and betrayed me? You would have been better off setting him up with someone else and then showing me the evidence and being my shoulder to cry on! I have hated you for months! I have spent so much of my free time wondering how you could have done this to me! You’re kind of an idiot, you know that right?” A gentle chuckle escaped her lips.

Sadie looked up at her, confusion and sadness filling her teary eyes. “It’s not kind to laugh at someone while they’re down.Not that I deserve even an ounce of your kindness.”

Emily closed the space between them and gently placed her hand on her knee. “I’m an idiot, too. I still don’t understand your reasoning and you hurt me. We’ll have to work on building trust and friendship again but I’m willing to give it a shot. No one is perfect and if you are willing to show me that you’re not a terrible cheater and a liar then maybe one day we can begin a romantic relationship. Until then, friends?”

A small smile formed at the edges of Sadie’s soft, pink lips. “I think I can do that. I promise that you won’t regret giving me a second chance. I will just communicate with you about my stupid thoughts and feelings and maybe we can avoid another disastrous event.”

Suddenly a loud banging noise interrupted the moment. “Ladies? Are you alright in there?”

“Yeah, we’re fine!” They answered in unison.

“Sorry it took us so long to arrive! We should have ya’ll out in just a few moments. Stay clear of the doors!”

The two women stood and stepped to the back of the elevator car. Emily reached down and grabbed Sadie’s dainty hand and intertwined their fingers, ready for a new beginning.

[rubysunnday]

evil in silver

requested by @retvenkos: congrats on 4k lottie!!!!!!!! for your celebration, might i request dialogue prompt 3 (“The urge I get to punch her.” “Feel free, you would be doing us all a favour.”) with benedict bridgerton? also, if i may request such a thing, might the reader be a bridgerton sister? you know i adore the family chaos, asdfghhgfdfgh. i hope you are well and that you have a fun time celebrating your milestone!

A/N: I'm slowly coming back. Typically, when I'm ready to come back, I'm about to move house... lol

"I think I might pass out."

Y/N carefully put an earring in her ear, unbothered by her sister's dramatics. "Put your feet up on a chair and lay down on the floor."

"That's your solution?" Eloise exclaimed.

Y/N sighed and turned away from the mirror. "El, what do you want me to do? I have to go to - don't think I'm helping you get out of it."

Eloise groaned and flopped down onto her bed, bouncing up and down slightly. "I hate all of this."

"So do I."

"But you do it so well."

"Oh, please, I am a good actress," Y/N waved at her face, "under this I am screaming for help."

Y/N turned back to the mirror, picking up the next earring.

Eloise snorted. She sat up and looked over at her sister. "I wish I was like you."

Y/N frowned. "Why?"

"I don't know," Eloise said, shrugging. "Perhaps it would make life easier - having the ability to pretend I enjoy these balls and knowing how to simper."

Y/N looked at Eloise in the mirror and sighed. She turned around and walked over to her sister, sitting down on the bed next to her.

"El, listen, I only appear to be so calm because I tortured Daphne with questions for nine months about how to be the perfect debutante." She took her sister's hand. "Honestly," she said, lowering her voice, "I have no idea what I am doing."

Eloise burst out laughing, tilting her head back as she did so. Y/N smiled at her, giggling too.

"Come on you two," Anthony called, knocking on the door, "we're running late!"

"I will be ready when I am ready!" Eloise yelled back, throwing a pillow at the door.

Y/N stared at her sister and sighed heavily, closing her eyes. It was going to be a long, long day.

"If she makes me a diamond -"

"Oh, hush, she will not, calm down," Y/N replied, carefully walking down the stairs, holding her dress up so she didn't trip.

"She might, we do not know for certain what she's thinking -"

"Eloise," Y/N said, turning on a step to face her sister. She took her gloved hands in hers and rubbed her thumb along the back of them. "Take a deep breath in and try to relax. This does not define your worth - only you can do that."

"As much as I appreciate the sentiment -"

"It does not help this very second, I know," Y/N finished. She squeezed Eloise's hands. "That was mainly aimed at myself, to be entirely honest."

The sisters looked at one another for a moment, silently encouraging one another in a way only twins could.

"Right, apparently we are about to begin," Violet said, suddenly appearing next to the girls and instantly fussing with their feathers and dresses.

Eloise groaned. "Oh, mama, please do not make me do this."

"You will be fine, my darling," Violet said, putting a hand to Eloise's cheek and rubbing it gently. "No matter what, you will always be a diamond to me. You too, Y/N, dear."

Eloise half-rolled her eyes as she grumbled. It clearly was not the response she had hoped for.

Slowly, the debutantes moved into a line. Y/N found herself about halfway down - which was both a good and a bad thing. Eloise was clearly terrified and Y/N was slightly concerned that if Eloise fainted, she'd take her down with her.

"Presenting, Miss Eloise and Y/N Bridgerton."

The doors swung open and Y/N found herself face to face with a room full of people. The queen was at one end, looking bored, and her family to the right. Y/N took one step forward, focusing on the painting directly behind the queen. Eloise took a wobbly, hesitant step forward and Y/N fought the urge to cringe.

It was going to be one of those presentations.

Another wobbly step forward and the floor groaned. Y/N kept her patient smile even as Eloise almost fell over. They had taken perhaps two steps away from the door in roughly thirty seconds.

"What is the meaning of this?" The queen exclaimed suddenly.

Y/N jumped, thinking she was talking to them, but then realised that a servant had walked in holding a silver tray. The queen took the piece of parchment off it and held it in front of her. Instantly, her eyes lit up in delight as she flipped it open.

"I have seen enough!" She yelled, standing up and walking down from her throne.

"But your Majesty -"

"I said I have seen enough!" The queen yelled back, rushing out of the room.

"Does this mean I can go?" Eloise asked, half turned, ready to bolt.

Violet looked around, unsure. "I do not know what this means."

Eloise, however, was off. She snatched Y/N's hand and dragged her with her. Y/N let out. a surprised yelp as she was yanked out of the room and down the corridor by her sister, both of them running past the other debutantes.

"Eloise! Slow down!" Y/N called, chasing after her sister.

"Not until I am out of here!" Eloise called back, pulling the feather from her hair with a delighted laugh.

Y/N cackled with delight, speeding up so she didn't lose Eloise in the never-ending corridors of the palace.

"Stop fussing with your dress," Anthony mutter, his teeth gritted.

Eloise sighed dramatically and dropped her arm. "It is not my fault it itches."

Y/N scoffed softly, delicately pulling her gloves up. "You are so dramatic."

"Eloise, even Daphne was apprehensive before her first ball and look how well she did!" Violet said, taking her daughter's arm.

"I look like a prized cow trussed up for auction," Eloise snapped back.

"Moooo."

Y/N pressed her lips together in a tight line, trying to smother her laughter as Benedict mooed. She even had to look up at the conservatory ceiling in a bid not to laugh because one look at Benedict, or even Anthony, would have set her off.

"Benedict, behave," Violet chided, a forced smile on her face in case anyone looked over at them.

Violet suddenly made a delighted noise and straightened up, her forced smile turning into a genuine one. Y/N looked up and tried not to groan as a boy - who could have only just come of age - approached them nervously.

"Come, sisters," Benedict said, snatching Y/N's arm, moving her to his left, and then catching Eloise's arm. "I hear the cakes at these occasions are rather delicious."

And with that, Benedict whisked them away from their first suitor of the night. Who, really, was no more than a boy. To be fair to her brother, Y/N did think the cakes look delicious. Delicate iced flowers and tiny lace work around the edges.

"I do not understand how mother could even consider letting me dance with... that," Eloise muttered, picking up a bite-sized cake and shoving it in her mouth.

"She just wants to see you married and happy," Y/N replied, taking a bite of her cake.

"I can either be married or I can be happy - I cannot possibly be both," Eloise said, taking another cake. "The two words cannot possibly co-exist with one another."

Y/N shrugged. "I do not know. Look at Daphne, she is happy."

"A rare thing, I assure you," Eloise countered.

"You are so pessimistic at times," Y/N said, looking at her sister. "It's draining."

"How can I not be when my entire life is reduced to one thing - marriage! God forbid I should want to do anything else in the meantime," Eloise snapped.

"But, maybe, marriage is not such a bad thing, Eloise," Y/N replied, trying to even the scales. "Sometimes, it can present new opportunities."

"Like what? Babies?"

"Alright, I am done feeding your pessimism, I am going to go for a turn," Y/N said, setting her plate down and walking away from Eloise.

Y/N walked around the edges of the conservatory, carefully blending in with the crowd. She didn't want to be spotted by her mother or anyone searching her out for a dance. Her mother didn't seem to be an issue as she was currently hovering by Anthony's side as he was inundated with dance requests from almost every woman in attendance.

She found safety by a display of pink, blue and yellow flowers. Y/N stood next to it and relaxed, knowing she was unlikely to be spotted or harrassed so far away from the main action of the ball. It wasn't her first ever ball but it was her first official ball and, for some reason, that meant the pressure was astronomical.

But there was no real reason for it. If the suitors came, they came. Y/N had no control over whether or not they found her eligible or suitable. Her dowery would help, certainly, but being the twin sister of Eloise wouldn't. She had already made a name for herself in the ton. Unfortunately, said name was beginning to follow Y/N around too.

"Miss Bridgerton! Hiding behind the flowers so soon?"

Y/N closed her eyes and exhaled slowly. Cressida Cowper. The woman was like a fly, constantly buzzing about and getting involved in other people's business. She even had a group of girls who followed her around now, much like an annoying group of midges in summer.

There was a perfect word to describe Cressida. It was just a shame Y/N couldn't speak it aloud.

"Cressida, you look lovely tonight," Y/N said, turning to face the preening woman.

She might as well try and be nice. Maybe Cressida will eat up the compliments and leave her be.

"Thank you! I will say that pink was... a choice for tonight," Cressida replied. Which earned a snicker from the girls behind her.

Y/N tried not to show the self-consciousness beginning to seep in. She didn't dare wrap her arms around herself or cower away.

"I say, did I see Lord Kimberly approach you earlier," Cressida continued. "The boy is barely out of leading strings! I imagine that would be an interesting marriage."

"It will probably be the only offer you get for the rest of the night, Miss Bridgerton," one of the girls added. "Cressida here already has a full dance card."

"Indeed," Cressida said, flapping the card in Y/N's general direction. "It is a shame the same cannot be said for you, Y/N."

Y/N just looked down and smiled, nodding her head. There was no delight in the smile, just angry acceptance. Cressida would always say horrible, cruel things and all Y/N could do was take it - no one dared to upset the woman, her family had too much say in the ton.

"Well, I shall leave you here, hiding behind the plants. You do blend in spectacularly well, though, Y/N. You're turning into a wallflower already!"

Cressida's laugh echoed in her head even as she walked away. Y/N just closed her eyes, feeling the tears burn. She always hated how she cried when she was angry or embarrassed. It was a giveaway to her true feelings and was one thing she couldn't hide.

"I see you have been Cowpered," Benedict said softly, approaching his sister. He stood on the other side of the flowers, giving Y/N a bit of privacy.

"The urge I get to punch her," Y/N whispered, wiping away her tears as gently as she could.

"Feel free," Benedict replied, sipping his wine. "You would be doing us all a favour."

Y/N smiled at that. She sniffed, tugging on her dress. "Do I look horrible in this?"

Benedict leant back and around the flowers. "Pardon?"

Y/N sighed. She stepped back, moving closer to the wall, and turned to face her brother. "I felt beautiful when I left the house. As if I was on top of a mountain and nothing would knock me down..."

"Until a boulder named Cressida knocked you down?"

Y/N tilted her head in a half nod. "Yes. I know not to take it personally but what else can I do... she is just so mean and somehow has the ability to make anyone feel self-conscious."

Benedict stepped closer to Y/N, nudging her with his elbow. "I know this won't help, but you are not alone. Her mother does it too - as does her father. Lord knows the number of times Anthony has nearly gone for Lord Cowper at White's over something he said. The same goes for mama. We've all been victims of the Cowpers. It isn't just you."

"You were right. That does not help, no in the slightest," Y/N replied.

Benedict laughed. He put an arm around Y/N's shoulders and brought her to his side. Y/N wrapped an arm around his waist and leant her head against his side.

"I'm sorry. I wish there was something I could say to help but I know there isn't. Just know, that no matter what, there will always be eight people who think you are wonderful," Benedict said.

"And I thought Colin was the romantic poet," Y/N muttered. Benedict elbowed her and she giggled. "Sorry, sorry. Thank you, that does, sort of, help."

Benedict kissed the side of her head and squeezed her shoulder. Y/N leant into him and relaxed a little, feeling secure and safe with her big brother by her side and a flower pot in front of them.

[daenqyu]

— they accidentally confess to their crush

includes: shinsou, bakugou, midoriya, todoroki and hawks

warnings: swearing

a/n: thank you for requesting <3 i love this idea! it’s so cute🥺 also, hawks’ may be a little longer than the others because it’s my first time writing for him and i got a bit excited👉🏼👈🏼 

ps: i don’t mind writing for hawks if it’s a headcannon and/or texts! so feel free to request him :D and yes, this is a repoost because the algorithm hates me.

( gif isn’t mine !! credits go to @tetsuruo )

shinsou hitoshi:

it would happen so randomly and out of the blue

as i said before, i think shinsou is a really reserved and quiet type of guy

but that seems to vanish whenever he’s around you

he’s more talkative and constantly goes out with you so you guys can have some quality time together

you also make him really nervous 

he’s pretty chill with everyone and seems to not give a fuck about most things

but with you?

that’s a whole different story 

whenever you keep your gaze stuck on him when he’s talking and his eyes meet yours, his heart never fails to do backflips because fuck you’re so cute

(oh to have shinsou think i’m cute D:)

ok back to the actual hc,,, 

you two were hanging out in your room, listening to music and just talking 

even tho your best friends, shinsou never really tells you much about his personal life

of course you know the basics like his hobbies and all his favorite things

but he never talks to you about...crushes or anything 

and you don’t like that because :( friends are supposed to tell each other this stuff, right? 

it’s fun and makes the bond even stronger

so you decide to ask him because why not?

“hey shinsou?” 

he’s sitting down next to you on your bed, your legs draped over his

which makes him feel all warm inside

it’s stupid and definitely not a big deal, 

but it’s little things like this that make him fall more and more for you

“yes?” 

“do you have a crush?” you wiggle your eyebrows at him in a teasing way, although he’s not even looking your way

a part of you is nervous to hear his response 

because unbeknownst to shinsou, you reallyyy like him

and have been crushing on him for quite some time now, but since you’re so sure the feelings are one sided, you don’t tell him

he’s too invested on the game he’s playing on your switch, eyebrows slightly furrowed as he concentrates

so he almost misses your question

and when he does answer, he’s not even paying attention to the words that leave his mouth

“apart from you? no”

it takes him a good minute to process what he said

meanwhile you’re sitting there like :o

you certainly weren’t expecting THAT

like it’s a good thing!!!! but you’re kinda flustered 

especially when shinsou finally looks up at you, eyes widened in surprise at his own bluntness as he opens and closes his mouth a few times, not knowing what to say now

“wait! i didn’t mean it like that!”

“you didn’t?”

he notices the slight pain in your voice and the way you move away from him slowly and he’s quick to apologize 

“shit, okay...yes i like you but i didn’t say anything because i don’t want to make things weird between us or ruin what we have right now”

he’s looking everywhere but you

because he doesn’t exactly want to face you when you reject him

but you don’t ???

instead you giggle and before he can ask you what’s so funny, you climb on his lap to hug him, causing him to blush furiously 

“i like you too, toshi”

the nickname makes him hug you even tighter while he hides his face on your neck 

it was such a cute confession and even when you two start going out, you never stop bringing it up

which makes shinsou extremely embarrassed 

“hey remember when you confessed and-”

“y/n, we’ve talked about this”

“oh come on! you were so adorable”

he pouts at you 

“were?”

people think he looks so scary but he’s actually a whole ass baby

you roll your eyes before leaning down to give him a sweet kiss, 

“you’re such a baby”

“hm, your baby”

“oh my god you did not”

yeah no, he’s in love with you👩‍❤️‍💋‍👨

( gif isn’t mine !! credits go to @bakugousmyboy )

bakugou katsuki:

i feel like it would be pretty difficult to have bakugou accidentally confess directly to you

he knows how to control himself and his emotions so i doubt he’d actually ever do something like this

however,

he’s not that good at hiding his crush on you and mostly everyone on class 1A knows the boy is an absolute sucker for you

except you because apparently you think he’s just being nice

and everyone else is like wtf???? 

like he’s ALWAYS screaming at everyone 

but when it’s you he doesn’t 

in fact, sometimes he even lowers his voice so it won’t bother you 

so that behavior is the one that caused him to be stuck in the situation he is right now

he sat in the common room with kirishima and kaminari, trying to eat his food in peace but the two idiots, as he likes to call them, wouldn’t shut up

he had completely blocked out both of their voices, focusing on finishing his meal and getting the hell away from them

until he heard your name being mentioned 

“dude when are you gonna ask y/n out? everyone knows how much you like her  so might as well you know,” kirishima bumps his shoulder against the blonde, only to receive a glare. “get some action”

“yeah bakubro, she’s super cute too” kaminari buts in and bakugou is about to punch them both in the face

“shut the fuck up. i don’t like her” bakugou scoffs

“but you’re such a softie for her”

“huh?! i treat her the same as i treat all of you extras!” oh but he knows he’s lying, you can’t even compare to any of your annoying classmates 

kirishima smirks, “i’m pretty sure you’ve never once, raised your voice at her”

“so? that doesn’t mean shit”

kaminari looks at kirishima and the redhead nods at him, giving him the green light

“well since you don’t like her, you wouldn’t mind if i ask her out? because i’ve been wanting to-” kaminari can’t even finish his sentence before bakugou grabs him by the collar of his shirt

kaminari yelps, looking over at his other friend for help but he moves his head quickly, knowing better than to get involved 

“you try and make a move on her and i swear to God i’ll blast you all the way across japan, dunce face”

bakugou’s voice is threatening and low, and kaminari knows he means every word so he quickly raises his arms in defeat and nods his head

“okay, okay! i swear i won’t”

little do they know that you’ve been standing behind them for a while now

you’re happy to know your feelings are reciprocated 

but of course you want to tease bakugou about it

“hm did my ears deceive me or does boom boom boy have a crush on me?” 

kirishima and kaminari take that as their cue to run away to their rooms, leaving you two alone

“tch, how long have you been standing there?” even as he glares you down, he can’t hide the blush on his cheeks 

he didn’t want you to find out this way

or at all tbh

you walk over to him, a wide smile on your lips

“long enough”

afterwards you ask him if he wants to go watch a movie with you the next day and he’s lowkey mad because he wanted to ask you on a date first, but he doesn’t say no

you end up having way more fun than expected and you actually confirmed that bakugou was a softie for you 

(turns out you were the last one to find out because literally everyone else knew)

( gif isn’t mine !! credits go to its rightful owner )

midoriya izuku:

OKAY HE’D BE THE MOST FLUSTERED OUT OF ALL OF THEM

he can barely function around girls in general so like, what does that tell you?

he likes you so much but he’s so scared 

but he’s also so sweet to you even before you start dating oml

midoriya is a sweetheart, we all know this

and he pays so much attention to you

like if you are the mall one day and you see something you really like but can’t buy it for whatever reason well…

a few days later he gets it for you

he would say something along the lines of, “you seemed to really like it so i got it for you”

“you didn’t have to, izuku!”

“but i wanted to”

you’ll try to pay him back in some sort of way but he absolutely refuses

he loves pampering you

yet whenever you try to do the same he doesn’t let you and it’s: ✨annoying✨

anyways,

you were supposed to go to the movies

but midoriya had forgotten he had some homework to do, which was due the next day

“i’m so sorry y/n! i completely forgot, but i promise i’ll finish quickly” he tried to reassure you and you chuckle at the boy, so cute

“it’s okay, izuku. i don’t mind waiting”

you lay down on his bed, trying your best to keep your eyes open 

but as much as you tried, you eventually fell asleep against the soft sheets, your best friend’s bed being just too comfortable 

midoriya sat on his desk chair, writing down the answers as fast as he could so you guys could go watch the movie you were so excited about

he let out a sigh of relief when he finished, before taking his phone out to check the time

6:37PM, the movie starts at 7PM so we still have time

he stood up to tell you he had finished, but was met with your sleeping figure

your eyes were closed and soft snores left your slightly parted lips, hands gripping his sheets to your chest

the curly haired boy almost combusted at the sight

you looked so peaceful, so pretty

a smile grazed his lips as he made his way over to the bed

he sat down beside you, quietly admiring your features 

feeling the mattress dip thanks to his weight, you began to wake up, but quickly shut your eyes when you noticed midoriya was looking at you

truth be told, you just wanted to scare him by suddenly jumping

but his next words made your breath hitch

one of his hands moved up to your face, resting it gently against your cheek as his thumb massaged the skin

your heartbeat was out of control and you forced yourself to calm your breathing so he wouldn’t notice you were awake 

his touch was so gentle and sweet, you couldn’t bring yourself to push him away

“i wish i could tell you how beautiful you are” he whispered and if you hadn’t been so close to him, you probably wouldn’t have heard him

after hearing him say that you couldn’t stay still

you opened your eyes, a smile quickly spreading across your features as you turned around to face the green haired boy

midoriya almost had a heart attack when you moved, hoping you hadn’t heard him

but based on the mischievous grin you wore, he knew you had

“well you just did”

“y-you were awake?!”

“yup, i’m glad i was tho”

hE’S INTERNALLY SCREAMING

your gaze is flirtatious and you’re still grinning and he’s just >_<

“now let’s go or we’ll be late!” 

midoriya can only nod before following you outside

once you’re on your way to the movie theater, you notice midoriya fidgeting with his fingers, his eyes glued to his shoes

you smile as you suddenly take his hand in yours, interlacing your fingers together 

midoriya looks at you with a nervous expression, what is she doing?

“you know, you’re beautiful too”

you were looking at him with nothing but love in your eyes and he felt so embarrassed yet excited at the same time

because holy fuck you just called him beautiful AND held his hand???

he thinks it can’t get any better than this

and then it does when you kiss him a few weeks later😳🤚🏼

( gif isn’t mine !! credits go to @ambershaydeoffical )

todoroki shouto:

like bakugou, i don’t really think he’d be clumsy enough to accidentally confess

however, he does like to speak his mind and isn’t afraid to do so

he’s just really honest and blunt

way too honest 

which gets him in trouble sometimes but oh well, that’s just the way he is and everyone is pretty used to his personality by now

though, after figuring out he liked you as more than a friend, he started to think more before talking

sometimes you liked to get his opinion on your outfits and/or hairstyles

so you’d drag him to you room and force him to be honest and tell you which one he liked most

it doesn’t matter what you wear, you always look beautiful 

he wants to say that, but instead he goes:

“they all look good, i think the purple shirt really fits you tho”

“i was thinking the same thing!”

he doesn’t want to scare you off or make things weird

so he forces himself to hold back on his bluntness 

at least when he’s with you

but one day he just can’t help himself 

you were on your way back to the dorms after a tiring day at school

todoroki walked next to you, eyes glancing over to you from time to time so you knew he was listening\

you were currently rambling about how shitty your love life was

claiming that there must be something wrong with you since no one seemed to pay attention to you- at least romantically 

“i mean seriously, am i doing something wrong or is everyone i’ve met just not for me??” 

you had your cheeks puffed out, a pout on your lips as you kicked the small rocks on the floor

todoroki smiled softly at your complaints, thinking irony could be quite funny sometimes 

until you spoke up again,

“maybe i’m just too ugly or boring, that’d make more sense”

todoroki almost stops dead in his tracks to see if you have a fever 

how could you say that????

you’re so gorgeous to todoroki, and interesting 

you’re probably the first girl he’s ever liked this much in his life

and you have the audacity to doubt your worth just because other people can’t seem to appreciate you??

uh uh, he’s not having it

and so, the words come out before he can even register them properly

“if you were as ugly as you say are then, i don’t think i’d like you as much as i do”

your eyes widened and you stopped walking, wondering if you had heard him right

todoroki stops walking too, and once he realizes what happened, he’s looking away, trying to come up with a valid excuse as to why he said that

you, however, can’t stop staring at him

finding the way he glares at the ground adorable

a sense of happiness takes over your whole body when he doesn’t say anything to deny his sudden confession 

because he cannot lie to you

you walk towards todoroki until you’re standing right in front of him and before he can even question what you’re doing, you plant a sweet kiss against his cheek

“good thing the feeling is mutual”

your words make him smile and he looks so happy

probably the happiest he’s ever been

and you feel proud of being the one responsible for that pretty smile of his

neither of you really rush into making things official 

but the way todoroki lets you cuddle on his left side whenever you’re cold or how he waits for you every morning so you can walk together to class makes it more than clear that he really likes you

( gif isn’t mine !! credits go to its rightful owner )

takami keigo (hawks)

he’d be the type to not give a fuck about it

like he already confessed so what can he do?

nothing. exactly

he’s so cocky and flirty the whole time oml

he’d be shocked for a few seconds, but after seeing you were way more flustered than him, he’d just start teasing you

in a loving way of course

he’s also surprised you hadn’t noticed earlier on, considered how much he flirts with you, but then again, that’s part of his personality so

kinda makes sense you didn’t suspect anything

but he’s so cute and soft for you 🥺

okok so it happened the same day you got your results for your midterms

(you’re a college student here lol)

you had studied your ass off for this tests

staying up until 4AM and having to ditch your friends when they invited you to go out

so you were really positive

you squealed when your teacher hands you back the papers and you see the grade on the right corner

you felt happy to know that all your hard work wasn't in vain

the nerves you had been feeling since the day you took the midterms quickly vanished and were replaced with the feeling of pride

as you walked out of the building, you dialed the person who you wanted to share the news most with

he picked up after the second ring

“what’s up?” his voice was raspy and you ignored the butterflies that appeared in your stomach at the sound

“hey, i have great news!”

“care to elaborate?”

“you’ll find out when i get to your house”

“oh? and who said you could come over?” his tone is teasing and you can practically hear the smirk on his face, which makes you roll your eyes

“i did, now bye. i’ll be there in five minutes and order some pizza to celebrate” you don’t even get hear his complaints because you’ve already hung up

anyone who saw the way you two acted with each other would automatically think you guys were a couple

you were rather affectionate with each other; occasionally holding hands while you walked down the streets and even calling each other by your first names

that was just the bond you two had, and you loved it

he brought you so much comfort

it was almost ridiculous the way he was able to make you smile by simply calling or texting you

you had grown quite attached to the number 2 hero, but you constantly told yourself you needed to snap out of it

because you were friends

nothing more and nothing less

oh but how you wished there was more to your relationship than just that

you shook your head, as if that could help you get rid of the thoughts

true to your word, you soon found yourself outside of keigo’s house

the college you went to wasn’t that far away from there so

you pushed the doorbell and waited around two minutes before a sleepy looking keigo opened the door

his hair was messy and the way he rubbed his eyes and kept yawning let you know he probably had been taking a nap

you scoff, “were you sleeping?” you ask him as you walk into his home, smiling at the familiar scent

he chuckles from behind you, following you into his living room, “maybe, but you woke me up”

“can’t believe your lazy ass earned the number two spot”

“what can i say? it’s a talent,” he shrugs before sitting down next to you on the couch, resting his face on his hand. “so, what’s the good news?”

“so you know i took my midterms last friday, right?” keigo nods. “well, i got my results today” he raises his eyebrows in surprise and waits as you look for the papers inside your bag

once you get them out, you place them in front of your face so he can see for himself

keigo smiles proudly and it only widens when you look up at him expectantly, biting your lower lip

“holy fuck, that’s amazing! you did so good dove”

the nickname makes you weak on the knees but you’re quick to brush it off

you should be used to it, since keigo has been calling you that for quite some time now, yet it never fails to make your heart beat insanely fast

you nod excitedly and put the papers down before you start talking about your experience

keigo can’t help but admire you

you look so happy and cute

it makes him want to kiss you

he wants to shut you up by kissing you, and it sound mean and disrespectful but you just look so gorgeous 😡

and instead of randomly kissing you, he blurts out a confession

“math was probably the hardest but i managed to pass it too, surprisingly, so i-”

he doesn’t even know what you’re talking about anymore, too focused on your smile

“God i like you so much”

you shut up instantly

did you hear that right?

or was your mind playing tricks on you?

keigo looks away momentarily, before locking eyes with you and tilting his head to the side, waiting for a reaction

which he gets soon after because you can’t handle the way he’s looking at you

you look away, hiding your face the best you can

“w-what did you say?”

he smirks after hearing the stutter in your voice

he gets closer to you, until he’s right in front of your face, before saying:

“i like you, y/n”

you don’t know what to say

what are you even supposed to do???

keigo just confessed

your best friend and crush just confessed to you

that’s not something that happens everyday

“i um, like you too” you don’t look at him and he almost chuckles at your shy expression, but decides not to embarrass you any further

“happy to hear that”

he doesn’t say anything for a while and you wonder what the hell is going through his head right

he’s probably just messing with me. oh my God he probably is and i just said i liked him too so what-

your train of thought is cut off when you feel the blonde ruffle your hair while looking at you lovingly

you slowly look up to him

“i’m proud of you, dove”

fuck

“t-thanks”

“now, i think this is something worth celebrating and i’m not talking about pizza. so let me take you out”

“it’s fine, keigo. you don’t need to-”

“can’t hear you, give me about fifteen minutes and then we’ll get going”

you try to tell him no, that it’s fine and you can just eat pizza but he ignores you and still takes you out to eat

i’ll say it again: he’s so sweet :(((

he pays for the food and gives you his jacket when you get cold

he even treats you to some dessert !!

he also kisses you good night when he drops you off at your house <3

[natsfirecat]

You’ve done this before, but omg I’m a sucker for them, so maybe Natasha has a nightmare and since Reader always make her feel better, she makes her way to readers room and tries to quietly lay next to her to not wake reader up. But reader does and comforts Natasha! ((Damn, pink eye? That sucks! 😖🥰))

Always

word count: 2.0k

pairing: Natasha Romanoff x fem reader

warnings: nightmares, lmk if i need to add any more

A/N protective readers i hope you like this cuz this is really for yall lmao-

“You have no place in the world, Natalia. Neither does she.”

“No! What are you doing?”

Laughter erupted from the other woman as she emerged from the shadows.

“You caused this, Natalia. Your ledger is gushing.”

She held her hand over her chest as her breathing quickened.

She stared at the floor, falling to her knees.

“Stop!” She cried, keeping her hand on her chest.

The woman laughed again, then walked around her.

The scene changed, and they were back in the Red Room.

“You did this to her, Natalia. Just another dot of red on your ledger,”

A gun appeared in her hands, aiming at the targets.

She hit them all perfectly of course, but her stomach dropped when the target became a person in a chair.

“Do it, you know you have it in you. Let her die at your hands,”

“No…”

The woman laughed again, then pulled the rag off of the person’s head.

Natasha fell to the floor again, as she looked into the terrified eyes on the person in the chair; it was you.

It was her girlfriend. It was the person she had grown to love over the past few months of being together. It was the person who made her feel safe. The person she wanted by her side forever.

And now, that person really was about to become just another dot of red on her ledger.

-

“No!” She woke up, rolling over immediately. Her entire body was drenched in sweat and she was clinging onto her pillow as if her life depended on it.

She glanced up to check the time, seeing that it was 3:30 in the morning.

Letting out a sigh, she rolled back over to lay on her back.

She’s okay. Natasha thought to herself. She’s fine. It was just a nightmare.

She was still breathing heavily, staring at the ceiling.

She tried to think of other things to distract herself, but every single one of her thoughts ended up bringing her back to those thoughts.

She had the gun in her hand, and was about to pull the trigger no matter how much she didn’t want to.

She was about to hurt the person she promised she would always protect.

“No,” she whisper-yelled, hugging her pillow even tighter.

At this point, tears began to stream down her face. Her breathing became shaky again as she wiped her tears away.

Natasha took a deep breath in, then walked out the door and headed for your room.

You hadn’t been together too long, just a little under six months. Natasha hadn’t directly told you she loved you yet, but she tried to tell you in other ways.

She would hold you close, stroking your hair, placing soft kisses on both your cheeks before you’d turn around and kiss her on the lips.

While the team was fighting, she would always try to be fighting right by your side so she could protect you. If she couldn’t be by your side, she’d glance over at you often to make sure you were okay, or check-in with you through the coms. If you were in any danger, she wouldn’t hesitate to disobey orders and go to you.

Whenever you had her listen to a song you liked, she would listen with just as much enthusiasm as you; even if she didn’t even like the song. It was worth it seeing your smile.

While you had your own separate rooms, there were definitely nights spent with the other. She would pull you close, wrapping her arms around you. Sometimes, you’d cling onto her like a koala, and she’d just give your forehead a gentle kiss as you stayed in one another’s embrace.

When you had confessed to her that you wanted to learn how to braid, she did your hair in front of a mirror, giving you details about everything she was doing. She then sat in front of you, and continued walking you through the process. When you accidentally pulled a few strands of hair, she winced, but said nothing. She reached back and placed her hand on your knee, giving it a gentle squeeze before you kissed the top of her head.

You trusted her completely, she could tell. It was comforting for her, having someone who thought of her the way you did.

She knew she loved you, but just couldn’t bring herself to tell you. If she admitted it, then it would change everything, and she wasn’t quite ready for that yet.

You had actually told her you loved her last month. You’d be lying if you said you weren’t hurt that she didn’t say it back. You didn’t want to pressure her though, and told her to take all the time she needed.

Even if she couldn’t tell you, that just made her fall harder.

Now, Natasha stood at your door. Her hand hovered over the door handle for a few minutes, debating whether or not she should go in.

The logical part of her mind knew that you were okay, and she didn’t need to go in and make sure.

The other part of her mind was still reliving your screams in her head. That part was responsible for the trembling that was still happening in her hands. That part opened the door.

Plus, her heart was still racing. She wanted to be near you to be calm

She let out a sigh of relief as she saw the rise and fall of your chest as you lay sleeping.

Her breathing slowed, and she was finally able to relax a tiny bit.

-

Once again, Natasha was conflicted as she stared at your sleeping body.

Now that she knew you were okay, it was safe to go back to her own room. But, if she did, she was worried that her nightmare would come again.

So, she took a deep breath and took a step closer to you.

She then pulled the blankets back just a bit, then carefully slid into bed next to you.

Feeling calmer now, she leaned in and gently wrapped her arms around your waist. She didn’t want to wake you up, but she also wanted to feel close to you while she slept.

After a few moments of feeling herself getting more and more relaxed as she listened to your breathing, she smiled as drowsiness slowly started to overtake her once again.

Unfortunately, her moment was short-lived as you suddenly jolted awake, sitting up and turning to face her as fast as you could.

“Jesus, Nat,” you breathed out. “You scared me,”

“Sorry,” she mumbled, not making eye contact.

“Hey, it’s okay,” you replied, putting your hand on her cheek as she sat up too. You frowned once you felt the wetness from the tears that had been there earlier. “Is everything alright?”

“I’m fine,”

You let out a sigh, stroking her cheek with your thumb until she finally met your eyes.

“Do you wanna talk about it or just go back to sleep?”

She thought for a moment, thinking about how safe she felt with you.

“I was dreaming,” she started, which you nodded both in response and to indicate for her to continue. “I was back in the Red Room. I had no control over what I was doing, it was like my hands had a mind of their own,”

You saw tears swelling up in her already red eyes, so you reached your other hand over and connected it to one of hers, keeping your other hand on her cheek.

“I had to kill someone. It was like a memory at first, ‘cause it happened so many times. But then they revealed who the person was, and…” she couldn’t bring herself to finish as she leaned closer to you and buried her face in your neck.

You held her tight as she let out a few sobs, silently telling her that you were here.

“You don’t have to talk about it if you don’t want to, Natty,” you said as you began to rub her back.

After a few more heartbreaking sobs, she pulled back to face you.

“It was you,” she said quietly. “I had to kill you, you were gone”

Your heart broke at the sight of her. You wished you could take away her pain.

“I’m so sorry your mind gave you that cruel nightmare,” you told her. “But I’m not going anywhere,”

She let out another sob before wrapping herself around you again.

“Promise?”

“I promise,”

That was all it took as she let out one final sob before her breaths began to calm. You kept one arm around her back, then began to stroke the back of her head with the other.

“Sorry for waking you up in the middle of the night like this,” she said after a few minutes.

“It’s okay,” you told her. “I don’t mind. I just want you to be happy and alright, so if you need to wake me up in the middle of the night for that, then it’s okay,”

Her heart began to race once again, but it wasn’t because of the nightmares.

It was because of the thought she’s had for awhile, but could never bring herself to tell you.

“I love you,”

Your heart skipped a beat. You had been wanting to hear those words for so long, but never wanted to pressure her into something she wasn’t ready for.

Now, here she was, in your arms confessing her love.

When you had told her that you loved her, it was in a similar position to this. She was holding you (although it wasn’t because you had a nightmare or anything like that, she was holding you just to hold you) and you looked up at her and realized that you wanted her in your life forever, and there wasn’t anything you wouldn’t do for her.

You smiled so widely at her, your cheeks were beginning to hurt.

“I love you too,” you told her, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear.

She was now smiling just as wide as you.

“I love you,” she said again, resulting in a giggle from you. “Wow, it’s easier to say now that I’ve said it once,”

You laughed again, then leaned forward and connected your lips to hers.

It was almost difficult to kiss, considering the fact that neither of you could stop yourselves from smiling.

You both got on your knees so you could be closer to one another while kissing, wrapping your arms around each other. She had one hand around your back and the other around your neck, while you cupped her cheeks with both hands.

Soon enough, you began to lose your balance, pulling her down with you.

You now both lay on your sides, facing each other, unable to stop the laughter coming from both of you.

“God, I love you,” she said yet again. “Sorry, you’re probably tired of hearing that now,”

“Never,” you told her, leaning in to give her a quick kiss before pulling back again. “I’m never gonna get tired of hearing you say it,”

“That’s good, because I don’t plan on stopping anytime soon,”

You connected both your hands to hers, staring at her for a few moments of comfortable silence.

“Thank you for trusting me enough to come to me, Nat,” you told her, rubbing small circles on her palms.

“Thank you for being the first person who made me feel safe enough to come to you,”

She leaned in and connected your lips once more, completely attaching herself to you.

“I’ll always protect you, just like you protect me,” you told her.

“Always?”

“Always.”