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supercutszns · 5 months

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Luke x reader where a girl, daughter of Aphrodite, flirts with him and insults the reader, causing her to avoid Luke, but later he manages to find her and confesses that he actually likes them... I don't know if they should already be together or not, but I believe in you!!! you write very well :ooo

Sorry if the idea is bad or you wouldn't want to write something like that, if that's the case please pretend you never read this 🤡🤡🫶

true colours; luke castellan

wc + pairing: 3.6k, luke castellan x child of iris! reader

synopsis: everyone wants luke castellan, including you. curse your mother for getting your hopes up.

warnings: friends to lovers, reader is very insecure, bullying, lee fletcher & will solace cameo!! some angst with a fluffy ending

notes: thank you for the request!! as always this is longer than i anticipated but hope you like it :) i also combined it with another request for a child of iris reader (i also identify as a child of iris sometimes so i lovee writing for them) also i’m pretty sure lee + a lot of parts of this are ooc sorry but i havent read the books in about a year so hopefully everything’s fairly accurate!🌈

You knew this summer would be different because your mother sent her wishes twice as much. On the first day of July, when children flood into Camp Half-Blood like a hive of wild bees, a rainbow always lights up the sky.

This year, there were two.

As a child of Iris you’re technically supposed to be in the Hermes cabin. But your love for art, for music, for fun, has made you a particular favourite of the Apollo cabin. Most of your friends are there. They tolerate you singing in your soft, often unsure voice. They love when you catch sunlight and filter it into prisms of colour on their cabin walls.

You’d probably move in there permanently if it weren’t for Hermes. Or rather, his son.

Over the last few months, in the sticky summer heat, your mother knew you would fall in love.

It's not any surprise you love Luke. Everyone loves Luke. A fact that's becoming more obvious every passing day.

It used to bother you less. You’ve always been his meagre, hopeless friend, never any real competition to these girls. You’d basically taken yourself out of the running and instead decided to pine after him in the very back of your mind. A safe, deluded fantasy that would never happen.

Until recently, where it seems less like a fantasy and more like a terrifying possibility.

Over the past few weeks Luke has gone out of his way to be sweet to you. Or at least you think so. He’s spent extra time talking to you at lunch, laughing at your half-formed jokes almost in earnest. At bonfires he saves you a seat, grabs you a marshmallow on occasion. You even made him a friendship bracelet of sorts—admittedly a little ugly—but he’s never taken it off. Not since the day you gave it to him.

Not to mention helping you last week before the archery competition. His hands lingering over yours as he steadied your bow, the curls of his breath on the back of your neck when he stood behind you.

“Don’t be nervous,” he says, a tinge of mirth in his voice. “You just steady your aim and first is as good as yours.”

(You came in fifteenth.)

You don’t want to say that it’s him weakening your aim, making your pulse beat out of your neck. His nose brushes against the back of your jaw as he leans forward and you smell the pine on his skin. Is this friendly? Is he this close on purpose? Are you delusional?

It’s all you’ve been thinking about these past few days. So when Luke Castellan’s endless admirers come to the forefront of your mind, you feel like all those moments of potential buildup have been ripped away.

“You alright there, sunshine?”

He takes you out of your spiral with a teasing lilt you love. When you look at him, his face is a shimmering warmth, complete with boyish smile.

“Yep,” you reply, trying to ignore the nickname making your insides flutter even though you know he’s saying it ironically.

You’ve always had a gift for identifying colour. It’s the thing you pay attention to most. Something inherited from your mother, you suppose. So you’ve memorized the way Luke’s eyes melt in the sunlight. How his scar blends with his pinking cheeks when it’s hot outside. You never told him, and you probably never will, but you’ve painted him from memory quite a few times in the Apollo cabin—always with the excuse that you were practicing. It's so blatantly obvious you're in love with him there's no point in your friends bringing it up.

The two of you are meandering around camp before dinner, a tradition Luke started early on in the summer. You talk about high points of your day (mostly you) or share nuggets of gossip you’ve heard around camp (mostly him). It's the thing you looked forward to every morning. A time when his words are just for you.

Idle chatter flows as you keep walking. Sometimes your arm brushes his and you have the embarrassing urge to tug yours away. You do your best not to stare at him too long or laugh too loud at his jokes.

“Hey, Castellan!” Someone calls.

Luke’s head turns. Your heart plummets. A beautiful girl, Aphrodite cabin, you think, is heading towards you. She’s all honey-spun hair and dazzling pink lips, and it’s obvious she knows it. You don’t know her name. But Luke does.

They fall into conversation the second she arrives. It’s just greetings, pleasantries, but there’s a coy smile on the girl’s face that betrays any sense of disinterest. “Heard you’re not too keen on pairing up with us for the Chariot Race next week. What gives?” Her tone is pouty and playful as she taps Luke’s shoulder. She side-eyes you, lips curling imperceptibly. “I’m sure you’ll have a better chance with us.”

He lets out a strained chuckle. “Dunno, just thought it was fine to switch it up.”

Just like that, you’re out of the loop again. More of her friends flock after her, and soon Luke is tangled in a whole other world. They’re all glowing with a kind of righteousness you only get when you’re popular. You know Luke has friends, tons of them. He's the leader of the cabin with the most campers. Not to mention assertive and gorgeous. His presence is so inviting it’s a challenge not to fall in love with him.

So you can’t blame this girl, the one that keeps touching his arm and giggling. It’s not like you’ve staked your claim on Luke—no one even knows you exist. As much as you want him to be yours, you know you’ll never stop someone from taking him first. It’s your fatal flaw, you think. Cowardice.

You end up sidelined completely. Watching him swathed in people more charismatic than you plants an ache deep inside you. All your wishful thinking feels sour now, a pipe dream, a bedtime story to help you sleep better. Somehow it hurts more knowing that it’s nobody’s fault but yours. These people can’t be doing this on purpose. It’s just who they are. It’s who you are—always a step behind, always daydreaming. You are your mother’s daughter, after all. Just a prism reflecting everyone around you.

Eventually, one of the boys in the group takes notice of you. He’s not nearly as captivating as Luke is—you don’t find the colours of his eyes hold as much depth. There’s also a haughtiness when he looks at you. He sneers, “What the hell do you have on your face?”

It draws the attention of others in the group. You feel like a naked sculpture in an art gallery. “Uh, what?” You stammer.

Some of them purse their lips. The girl with Luke lets a laugh slip. You’re pretty sure you look like an idiot, waiting there with your brows wrinkled in a daze. Their gazes keep flicking over to your cheek, so your hand flies up there before you can delay any more. When you press your fingers to the side of your face, they come away tacky and pink. Mortification constricts you.

Paint. It’s leftover, half-dried paint. The colour of Luke’s cheeks in the sun.

“Oh,” you say dumbly. It’s drowned by snickers. All you can do is find Luke, the only face you know, and ask, “Why didn’t you tell me?” without sounding too hurt.

You know you failed when your voice comes out wrong and his ebony brows push together. “I thought it looked—”

He never gets to finish because the golden girl laughs a little louder, the pink tones in her face a little darker. “Oh my Gods, you’re that Iris kid that’s always singing, right?” She giggles sharply, cornflower eyes darting between her friends. There’s something in there you can’t quite pick up on, until it flushes the pupils of all her friends, and they all grin with a secret knowledge they want you to see. “You’re, like, really good!” The girl simpers, but her bottom lip pulls between her teeth to soften another laugh.

“Oh, so good!” Another friend piles on.

Their passive-aggressive chuckles start to sound like hail on a window. You shift further away from them. Dirt slides beneath your shoe, and you long to kick up more of it, displace yourself, disappear.

You don’t look at Luke. The giggly, flaxen girl has already turned back to him, and you’re sure he’s enthralled once more. You try to stir up the image of Luke’s closeness during archery practice, the lilac bruise on his knuckles when he angled your bow, but it doesn’t take. Now, it feels like you’ve dreamed it.

Out of the corner of your eye, you see Luke leaning down to catch a whisper from the Aphrodite girl’s ear. The boy that first commented on your cheek leans closer to you again. He’s suffocatingly smug when he grins, “Why are you still here? Shouldn’t you go … wash that off? You don’t want to look like that at dinner.” He snorts. “For an Iris kid, you really aren’t good at taking a message.”

If you were a more confident person, maybe you’d point out how that didn’t really make sense, or how stupid it sounded coming out of his mouth. But the sentiment of it wounds you, and you’re weak enough as is.

"Guess you're right," you mumble. You wipe your face of paint as you leave. The memory of Luke’s skin stains you until you wash your hands off in the sink.

You haven’t talked to him since.

It’s been a few days of you avoiding him, and it’s hard to explain to anyone why you’ve been doing it. How do you tell the truth? Luke Castellan is a work of art and you are … a weird doodle, or something. Despite your adoration, you know there’s no reason he should feel the same for you. Everyone loves him for a reason. Everyone must ignore you for one, too.

“Why haven’t you been talking to Luke?”

The question breaks your concentrated silence in the Apollo cabin. You’ve been sitting here for a while now, humming to yourself over a mostly blank canvas. The cabin is dusted with a lilac haze, thanks to your manipulation of the light streaming through the windows. Helps you feel less like you’re at camp and more like you’re in a fairytale.

“Helloooo, lady, I asked you a question.”

You begrudgingly look up. Lee Fletcher, head of the Apollo cabin, is at the mouth of the cabin, gazing at all your supplies strewn about the floor like they’re a bunch of unsavoury substances. “It looks like a hurricane came in here. Now why aren’t you talking to Luke?”

“How do you know I’m not talking to him?” You mutter as Lee sits beside you.

“Uh, because you’ve been sleeping here multiple nights in a row and you never do that. And you don’t sit with him at dinner. And whenever we see him you drag me in the other direction—”

“Lee!”

“I’m just saying, you should probably talk about it. My beautiful voice can heal wounds, yes, but not of the heart.” He splays a hand across his chest in mock theatrics.

You don’t say anything. The familiar weight of the brush against your fingertips is far more comforting than trying to talk, so you busy yourself with your canvas again. “He waits for you, you know,” Lee continues, quieter. “In the morning. And before dinner. He always asks if you’re here.”

“Oh,” you say, and your wavering voice betrays your expression. But you think of everyone else at camp, their gleaming smiles and their celebrated parents, their own cabins and friends and dreams, how you don’t seem to have any of those. You think of the girl whispering in Luke’s ear. All her shades of beauty. You know it’s wrong to compare yourself, to be jealous. You’re just … sad.

The cabin darkens from a lilac to an imperceptibly gloomier shade. A blue sort of longing gets caught in your throat, blurring the colours on your canvas. But you keep your brush steady, focused on the scratch of its bristles so you don’t have to hear what you say next.

“I think I love him, Lee.” And then, “But I don’t think he loves me.”

There’s no sound except the scraping of your brush when it’s run out of paint, and a sniffle when a tear rolls down your cheek.

“Oh,” Lee fills the silence the way you did just moments before. Then he says your name, laced with pity, and hugs you on the floor of his lavender cabin.

“You want to help me lead the bonfire song tonight?” He asks after a minute. “Or at least … come to the bonfire song?”

“No to the first, yes to the second.”

You wish you said no to both.

The spot you choose after dinner is right next to the fire so you can distract yourself with the golden flecks of flame. Fire is so fluid, so complex, from a colour perspective. But no matter how close you get, the searing warmth can’t hide Luke’s gaze peering over the embers.

He will not. Stop. Looking at you.

The singing from the Apollo kids usually soothes you but tonight it’s just making you anxious. All this attention so close to you. Will Solace has been sitting next to you this whole time, your unofficial assigned companion for the night thanks to Lee. One of his siblings beckons him over, and he shoots you an apologetic look, hesitating. "Just go," you wave off kindly. "It's all good." He's not entirely convinced, and you aren't either, but he squeezes your shoulder with thanks and leaves you anyway.

Now you’re acutely aware the space next to you is wide open. And so is Luke, it seems. There’s an awkward moment where your gazes slide over each other and he weaves out of his current crowd towards you. So you do the most mature, sound thing you could possibly do in this situation:

You say you have to go to the bathroom to no one in particular and get out of there.

It’s dark, but you’ve got sharper eyes than most. Soon the noise of the campfire is behind you. You traipse through the camp towards the bathroom,but you don’t get far before you hear something that makes your stomach drop in the worst and best way.

Luke, calling your name.

At first you think you can get away with not hearing him. Then he calls a second, a third, a fourth time, punctuated with, “Come on, I know you can hear me, can you just turn around?”

He’s got longer legs than you so the next time he speaks it’s practically in your ear. “Hey, just look at me. Please. I want to talk to you.”

There’s something so tender in his voice that it makes you cave immediately. But you already feel so fragile, you can feel the tears behind your eyes. You know you won’t have the strength to talk to him.

His hand curls gently around your wrist and it sends warmth all the way up your arm. He says your name again, softer, and you love the way it sounds. You can’t meet his eyes, but you already know what he looks like. Even in the dark you picture him crystal clear.

“Look at me,” he repeats. “I just—I need to know what I did wrong.”

His dark eyes are full and apprehensive when you heed him. You notice how much you’ve missed studying his face—the slight bunch of his brows, the tensing in his jaw. And you almost delude yourself that he’s missed you just as much, the way he squeezes your wrist and rakes over your expression.

“Why are you ignoring me?” He asks.

“I’m not—”

“You are. I know you. Just tell me why.”

He looks so sweet, so earnest, and it kills you. You think of the way he looked when all his friends made fun of you. It all comes up before you can help it.

“Do you always let me walk around looking like an idiot?” You ask bitingly, staring at the floor. “The thing, with the paint on my cheek—why didn’t you tell me? I looked so stupid and all your friends just laughed at me!”

His face falls. “I tried to tell you, I thought—”

“It’s okay to say you don’t like me, or that you’re embarrassed, or whatever, but I …” You swallow, tears thick on your lower lashes. “Everyone makes fun of me. I don’t know why you don’t.”

“Because I do like you,” he states, hand moving up to your forearm.

“Don’t say that,” you whisper. “You’re so much … better, you know you are, and I don’t want your pity, or your spare time. I just—I made something up in my head that wasn’t there and I only noticed it the other day after you talked to that girl and that guy made fun of me and I’m really, really sorry—”

“It looked cute. I was trying to say I didn’t tell you about the paint because I thought it was cute.”

There’s a lull.

“What?” You blink stupidly.

“I know I should’ve told you about it, but I swear I was going to before dinner, I didn’t think we’d run into anyone before then.” His cheeks tinge red. “I had this whole dumb thing planned out where I’d wipe it off your cheek and tell you how cute it was once you got embarassed. I was waiting to tell you. I was thinking about it the whole time.”

His hand on your arm is a frighteningly grounding thing. You're dumbstruck by that alone. Your lips part, but all that comes out is, “Why?”

A gentle laugh tumbles out of his throat. “Why do you think?”

His other hand comes up to brush your cheekbone, where the paint had been, and you can imagine him doing it to you on that day. How you'd probably react just the way he said you would, the way you are now. A warm orange glow blooming in your chest. “But the girl—”

“She tried whispering to me how much she liked my bracelet,” he smiles fondly. “Told her you made it for me. It shut her up. I don’t know what that guy said to you but I chewed ‘em all out the second you left. They knew I wasn’t happy. I tried looking for you but you were gone. I don't like them, you know."

You don’t know what to say. It’s too difficult, too uncertain for you to jump the gun on this. So you just stare at all the shifting colours on his face as he moves closer to you. All this time going over his every detail, and there's still more to be enthralled by.

“I found the paintings,” he says, voice so close you can feel it brushing your skin. “The ones of me. I was looking for you in the Apollo cabin a week ago and you left one out. I knew it was yours because ... I mean, there’s no one in the world that can make me look that … beautiful.”

The last word is apprehensive but it’s spoken with an unimaginable tenderness. He looks a little teary himself. You think you’re dreaming. “I knew I had to tell you after that. I’ve been trying to tell you. But you started pulling away from me so I thought I was making it all up.”

“Tell me what?” It’s a ghost of a question between you, an impossible thing, but the hand on your arm slips around to your back and he presses it there with such certainty.

“You’re really gonna make me say it?” He cocks his head, but you nod. “I’m in love with you, I think.”

The words cascade over you in ribbons of warmth. Your brain feels fuzzy, seperate from the rest of your body. Your mouth opens multiple times but you can’t seem to control what comes out. “Luke, are you joking?”

“Not even a little.”

“But you’ve got so many other—”

“I want you.”

“I am literally the most incompetent person alive; I can’t sing, I can’t talk to people, I have a weird knee—”

"Your knee is fine!"

"I'm just saying, this makes no sense from an outsider perspective, it's—"

“Okay, clearly the telling thing isn’t working so I guess I’m just gonna have to kiss you.”

It happens so quickly you don’t have any time to think (probably for the better). You let out a surprised “oh” before his mouth silences you, stopping every other thought. He’s gentle, thumb still rubbing your cheekbone, other hand still firm at your waist. You want to panic—where should you put your hands? How do you know you’re doing this right? But he steadies you, the way he always does, and you give in.

He starts to smile against your lips. You’re almost positive the intensity of your heartbeat could summon a storm. When he pulls away, he kisses the corners of your mouth and you think you’re going to evaporate. “I don’t think I’m very good at this,” you whisper.

“You’re perfect.” He grins a little when your hands tentatively tug at a curl on the nape of his neck. “And none of that stuff you say is true. I mean, you’re definitely a better singer than me.”

Leaning close to your ear, he warbles out a song you know but gets the words horribly wrong anyways. You can’t help but laugh. “Okay, maybe you have a point.”

He hums and chuckles with you. You swear the moon gets brighter when he wraps his arms around your waist to kiss the side of your face. “Next time you paint me, I want to be there when you do it.”

You blush harder than you ever have in your life. “Only if you try painting me,” you say quietly.

“Of course. You’re very pretty, so I’m sure my horrible artistic skills won’t even make you look bad.”

Luke lets you press your face into the crook of his neck. You soak it up for all it’s worth.

In the morning, you wake up in the same position. Your nose tucked against his collarbone, the shade of pink you love freckled across his cheeks. You can't wait to paint him again.

When you look out the window, you say a silent, grateful prayer to your mother.

She's given you two more rainbows.

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mikavlcs · 1 year

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Absence Persistent

Pairing: Wednesday Addams x fem!reader

Summary: You’re physically affectionate with everybody except for Wednesday, and she’s determined to find out why.

Warnings: soft/ooc!wednesday, yes that is indeed a warning

Word count: 2k

Notes: another late post lol. this a joint request, hope you guys enjoy! (especially you mom)

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Physical affection was something that, for the most part, annoyed Wednesday.

Contrary to what many believed, she did not hate it (though if you asked her, she would certainly say she did). She simply didn’t crave it the way so many others did. It was fine in small increments but after a while, it made her uncomfortable.

So while she wasn’t against the very occasional, short-lived hug from those she was close with, it was just something she deemed unnecessary. Something she could easily live without.

Wednesday still tolerated it from a select few people. Namely her family. Her mother was still kind enough to stay at arm’s reach most of the time, but her father was overbearing even when he was trying to tone his affections down. Pugsley was allowed small 10-15 second hugs because he was weak and he needed it.

Enid somehow wormed her way onto that list of people, mostly because she just couldn’t help herself. She was allowed a maximum of 30 seconds worth of physical contact per day, and once that was spent, Wednesday had no qualms about shoving her off.

Though you were close with Enid, you fell into the same category as her mother—seeming to understand and respect her need for personal space.

It was one of the things that drew her to you at first, something that eventually made her (marginally) more willing to close the gap between you two emotionally and allow you behind her walls piece by piece.

She was half convinced that after confessing your feelings, you would switch on her. That you would want to hold hands or hug or, god forbid, cuddle.

However, that didn’t happen. Even after your romantic relationship with her began, you never expected affection from her. You still maintained that distance.

When you sat next to her during class or lunch, you made sure there was ample room between you so your legs or arms never touch hers. While studying, you sat across from her, textbooks and worksheets taking up the void between.

It was amazing, easily one of her favorite parts of your relationship. The fact that you respected her space without any complaints only made you more attractive in her eyes.

Aside from the occasional kiss, you existed in a completely separate space from her. Always. And she liked it that way.

But then her own mind started to betray her.

It started small, with an insignificant observation. Wednesday had always known that you enjoyed being touchy with people you cared for, but over time she began to notice just how much casual physicality you had with your friends.

Walking shoulder to shoulder with Yoko between classes, getting piggybacks from Xavier, giving high fives and fist bumps to Ajax, leaning against Bianca during conversation at lunch, ruffling Eugene’s hair while harvesting a hive together—the list was endless, and it was frequent.

And only when she noticed this did it occur to her that you had never so much as brushed against her before, not even accidentally.

Wednesday found an ache forming with each subsequent act she witnessed, the gratefulness she felt about you keeping your distance slowly souring.

As embarrassing as it was to admit, Enid was a particular point of contention in this aspect.

See, Enid shared your propensity for physical affection. It was one of the reasons why you two were such close friends.

You and Enid were always physically connected in some way when you were together. Linking arms, holding hands, resting your head on her shoulder or on her lap while you gossiped about whatever trite drivel Enid put on her blog recently.

Wednesday hated it. She hated having to be subject to your constant physicality, seeing the two of you so unabashedly happy to be in one another’s presence, to see you so open in displaying it. But worst of all, she hated the way it made her feel in turn.

Jealousy wasn’t something Wednesday was used to feeling, especially toward someone as non-threatening as Enid. But the feeling itself wasn’t even the worst part, it was the way it fed into her burgeoning insecurity.

The desire to feel your skin on hers spread like a malignant cancer, slowly poisoning her mind, body, and soul.

She grew to hate the ever-present space between you two, silently wishing you would bridge the gap and brush your shoulder or arm against hers in the halls, intertwine your fingers between hers while studying, or wrap your arms around her in the solitude of your dorm.

Anything to alleviate the growing want within her.

But she could never find the words. Try as she might, Wednesday just couldn’t find the right time, the right place, the right circumstance. And on the rare occasions that she did, her voice caught in her throat, whatever words she had on her tongue dying in the face of the seemingly insurmountable chasm between you and her.

So she could only sit, wait, and watch from across the rift until her emotions finally boiled over and pushed her into action.

Weekly study sessions were something Wednesday routinely looked forward to.

It was a tradition that began mere months after she met you. At first, she simply needed a study partner and no one else was willing to go at her (completely reasonable) pace except for you.

You, who said that very first day that you would always go at her pace, a sentiment that you continued to echo even now, months into your relationship.

Usually, these sessions would be in the Weathervane, tucked into her favorite booth in the back corner together for hours on end, talking about so much more than schoolwork. But recently, having the table separating you from her was agonizing; it was like a physical manifestation of the distance between you.

She couldn’t deal with it anymore, so she began inviting you to study in her dorm. It wasn’t quite as pleasant as the café but she was willing to sacrifice comfort to get even an inch closer to you.

And yet, she was no closer than before.

Because even now, you were staying away from her. Keeping the books between you as you sat across from her on the floor. Even without the physical barrier of the table, there remained an immovable expanse of space between you that she just couldn't get rid of.

You were so close yet still so far and Wednesday could no longer take it.

“Do you not care for me as much as you do your friends?” Not the most articulate way to put it, but it was to the point, and it effectively got your attention.

Your head shot up with a whiplash-inducing urgency, brows furrowed and eyes wide with a concern that permeated your tone. “What? Of course I do, Wednesday. Why would you think I didn’t?”

“It’s just-” She cut herself off, her point not quite coming together correctly. Wednesday never struggled with her words. She was a writer, after all. So the sudden trouble she was having annoyed her greatly. Stubbornly, she started again. “You always…touch them. You said yourself that it’s how you show that you care for someone, but you never touch me. You never show me that you care for me like that.”

“Wednes-“ you began, but she didn’t notice, plowing on with her thoughts.

“Did I do something? Have I upset you? Do I repel you somehow?” The way her voice shook at the end nearly made her look away, the sudden show of insecurity exceedingly humiliating. But she needed to know what was wrong.

“No, no, you haven’t done anything to upset me,” you said, shaking your head quickly. The words did little to ease Wednesday’s mind.

“Then why don’t you show me the same physicality you show them?” she asked, voice lowering to a near whisper.

“Well, I’ve seen how uncomfortable you get whenever Enid tries to touch you too much. So I tried my best to avoid any contact with you so you didn’t begin to resent me for subjecting you to something that you hate,” you sighed, posture deflating slightly. “I just didn’t want to do anything to drive you away from me.”

Conflicting emotions coursed through Wednesday.

The revelation that you were constantly abstaining from something you loved for her was…undeniably sweet. But it was also terrifying—the fact that you were willing to change something so fundamental to yourself as the way you showed love for her perceived comfort.

Wednesday had never met anyone outside her family that cared for her so much that they would alter their behavior for her benefit. And, admittedly, she wasn’t sure what to do now that she had.

In the end, all she could muster was a distantly mumbled, “I see.”

Almost immediately, she was swept back into her head, conflicted again.

On one hand, this was completely uncharted territory. Hugging Enid of her own accord once was one thing, but wanting to do things like that with you constantly was something else, something unfamiliar. Something that, if she was honest, she wasn’t sure she was aptly prepared for.

But she was Wednesday Addams. She had stood up to Tyler after his betrayal, faced Thornhill alone in the crypt, looked Crackstone right in the eye during the final battle without fear. She prided herself on never letting insignificant feelings like fear stop her from getting what she wanted.

And Wednesday would be appalled if she allowed herself to be defeated by something as menial as this.

Fingers twitching, she braced herself to reach out to you, but you were already moving before she could.

Her eyes followed you as you stood, abandoning your open textbook on the floor and offering her a hand. She stared at it for a moment then slowly brought her hand to yours, inhaling against the electricity that coursed through her as you pulled her to her feet. You tugged her over to her bed and laid down, pulling her down with you.

You took a moment to situate yourself into a comfortable position on your side before winding your arm around her, softly pressing her back to your chest.

Wednesday was frozen, tense in your arms as she took in the situation.

The newness of it was overwhelming in a way she couldn’t hate. Her heart raced at the sensation of having you literally wrapped around her, your hold on her waist tender and firm and entirely disruptive to her state of mind.

Any coherent string of thoughts was muddled by the feeling of your thumbs stroking her stomach, the way she could feel your chest rise against her back, the steady beat of your heart reverberating through her, contrasting her own.

“Relax, Wednesday.” Your words vibrated against her back, and she found herself complying before she even fully realized what you said.

She allowed the feeling of your all-encompassing embrace to still her turbulent thoughts, letting your warmth seep into her bones and calm the frantic beating of her heart.

Minutes passed before she dared to slip her hand down yours, interlacing her fingers with yours like she wanted to do for so long. A soft breath against her neck made her shiver.

Wednesday wanted to stay in this moment as long as possible but again, her body began to betray her. Exhaustion weighed down on her, drooping her eyelids with an alarming frequency. Staying awake was becoming more of a challenge by the second, but she was determined to escape the hold of her sudden enervation.

As if you had a sixth sense about her situation, you shifted lightly, slipping one of your legs between hers.

“Sleep. I’ll be here when you wake up,” you murmured, the light slur in your words indicating that you too were close to succumbing to the call of slumber.

“Promise?” she asked, uncaring of how childish the question was.

The soft laugh you let out tickled the hair on her neck. You tightened your hold on her waist, properly resting your forehead on the back of her head. “Yeah, I promise.”

Satisfied, Wednesday closed her eyes, the bliss of your touch being her last thought before she was finally lulled into a dreamless sleep within your embrace.

#wednesday #wednesday addams #wednesday addams x reader #wednesday addams x female reader #wednesday addams x you #wednesday addams imagine #jenna ortega

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gofishygo · 19 days

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dark! konig x reader drabble ; about 350 words

warnings : sort of ooc! konig (in my opinion) , descriptions of violence , murder , blood , brief mention of body horror , obsession , not proofread

konig never thought he'd murder someone before .

the men he'd eliminated in his job were nothing to him. an order given by whatever upper force was controlling his team at the time. no thought or rhythm in tearing knife through the neck of some guard, methodically wiping off brain matter from his gun. those weren't people to him, before or ever, only another opponent. he was the killing cog of some machine far higher than him, some monopolised philosophy he was paid enough to never question.

and only now, after years of working for kortac, he'd truly killed someone.

it's with his own hands, the cloying scent of blood reverberating in his head, adrenaline clawing a hive inside of his chest . he can't remember the name of the man sprawled out beneath him, with ribs split open into some macabre human fillet, only having remembered his voice . his wretched screams that echoed against silent walls , his sleazed and rotten tone when he'd tried to buy your body with his words . when he'd tried to

buy you .

you , with your shiny eyes, and you, with your sweet words, and you, with your charming smile . you, a part of konig that had grown like some tumor, clinging to his insides and warming what was left, youyouyou . so it's no question to cover your eyes and tell you to go home , to grab some jagged rock and take to the man's head with a smile in his eyes .

because when he's handed the gun, when he's given a knife, when he gets to pick the target, you are too . and when he tucks himself in with you, kisses your closed eyes and whispers whatever sweet words materialise in his brain, he's holding the only part of himself that he truly considers alive, clean. even if you dont realise it yet, even if you've never wanted to hurt a soul, you're another part of his twisted mind, the little whisper in his ear that never ceased.

so the first time he kills, he kills with you .

#ehhh.... not my best work .......#just needed to just throw something out there to feed the fish #and only now i realise nikto would have been better to write for this ..... im so cooked gang #୧ ‧₊˚ 📧 ⋅#call of duty #cod modern warfare #cod mw2 #konig x you #konig x reader #cod konig #konig cod #konig call of duty #konig mw2 #könig #könig x reader #könig cod #könig mw2 #könig call of duty

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ghostussy · 2 years

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How the Papas would react to you having a shitty doctor’s appointment

Papas x (mildly) chronically ill reader

TW: Medical trauma, mentions of chronic illness, generally being unwell, mental illness

I would just like to preface this by saying: I DO NOT SHIP THESE BROTHERS TOGETHER. I am just very sad and want comfort okay. Leave me alone

- - -

I’m sorry if this isn’t written very well. I’m very upset at how my doctor’s appointment went today, and I need to get this out somehow.

I just found out that I have an autoimmune disease that is attacking my thyroid, causing shitty symptoms like chronic hives and making me feel like I’m going insane. The kicker is that I’ve had this issue for 3 years now and finally made it to a university hospital that supposedly could help me, and they couldn’t, so now I have to just deal with it until something happens. I want to bawl my eyes out in someone’s arms but I can’t do that so this is how I’m going to cope.

I’m going to be okay (from a medical standpoint) it’s just the whole process of being chronically ill is so fucking dehumanizing. I hate it so much.

Anyway this is very ooc but I don’t care <3

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Copia was the one who drove you to the appointment. You had told him that you could go alone, but he insisted that he go as well. After all, he knew how much you hated seeing specialists; finding the office, meeting your doctor, going through your condition for the millionth time- it always exhausted you. So of course he wanted to go.

He shot you a sympathetic look when the scale revealed that you had gained weight, knowing that it would come up when the doctor arrived.

In the room he held your hand, squeezing it reassuringly. He could see the fear in your eyes when the door opened and the doctor entered.

He watched the tears enter your eyes when the doctor went through your bloodwork results. He held your hand even tighter when the doctor told you that there was nothing he could do.

“At least it isn’t fatal.” Those words echoed in the back of your mind.

The car ride home was quiet. Copia continued to hold your hand while carefully navigating the busy traffic of the city. You watched the hospital disappear from your view, tears threatening to fall from your eyes. You felt empty, tired. You had known what the doctor would say, but it still hurt greatly hearing it out loud.

You were fine, overall. It was just minor symptoms. There was a great chance of it being treated later in life, just not now. Your autoimmune disease hadn’t caused enough damage yet to be treated. This meant that you would live with chronic hives, joint pain, hormone changes, as well as other symptoms until something could be done. No one knew when you could be helped. It could be tomorrow, it could be ten years. You had held hope for three years at least, only to be stripped away at each appointment. It was getting exhausting.

Once you arrived back at the Ministry, you were greeted by Sister Imperator. Copia explained how the appointment went while you headed to your bedroom.

You were so fucking exhausted.

Once the door had been shut behind you, you took your small bag and hurled it at the wall. It bounced off and hit the floor with a loud thud, the contents launching out in all directions. It certainly didn’t make things better, but it at least helped you vent your frustration.

You didn’t know where your feelings were pointed. Not at the doctors, not at Copia, not yourself; you just hated feeling this way. You felt hopeless and empty, knowing that you were doomed to suffer for the unforeseeable future. You were just an empty shell, preserving what was left of your personality from before this started. You had spent three years fighting the weight gain, depression, hives- but the most debilitating part of your illness was the toll it took on your personality. You had changed, certainly. The mood swings limited your contact with people, you felt like you were going insane. You became upset at the smallest things, and you never knew what would trigger your tears. You felt as though you were constantly on edge, your only hope being your next appointment. “They’ll find out what’s wrong,” you convinced yourself, “All I have to do is make it to this next appointment. I’ll finally feel like me again.”

That appointment never came.

Each appointment only lead to more appointments, more referrals, more doctors who didn’t seem to know what was wrong. They all knew that something certainly was wrong, they just didn’t know what.

Now you knew what was wrong, but they couldn’t treat it. You were stuck, doomed to be trapped in this hell that was your body.

You wanted to scream.

You stopped in your tracks when you heard a soft knock at your door. You quickly wiped your tears, walking to the door and cracking it slightly. Outside your door stood Primo and Secondo.

“Hello, y/n. Copia told us about your appointment. Are you alright?” Primo asked.

You opened the door all the way, allowing you to see the two men fully. “Yeah. I’m going to be- uh, I’m fine. I’m okay.” You hoped he wouldn’t mention your stutter, nor the tremble in your voice.

Secondo stepped forward. “Il mio bambino... Your eyes are red. You have been crying, no?”

You took a small step back, using a sleeve to rub at your eye. “It’s fine. I knew what they were gonna say anyway. I just... I wish they could help me, I guess. It sucks I have to live like this. But it’s fine, I’m okay. It’s not going to kill me.”

Primo moved closer now, standing only a couple of feet from you. His gaze softened as he looked into your pained eyes, and you looked away. He placed a gentle hand upon your face, rubbing away a stray tear with his thumb. You flinched slightly, but melted into the touch. “It’s alright to be upset, y/n. I know you are unwell, and you so desperately want to feel better. You will, someday. You must trust in The Dark Lord, he will make things right.”

“I sure hope so,” you mumbled tiredly.

“I know so.” he responded.

Secondo stepped closer and placed a hand on your shoulder, squeezing it. “Why don’t we do something else? Something that will take your mind off things?”

“Like what?”

“I can’t imagine you have much energy after the day you’ve had- how about we watch a movie in my bedroom? That way you can relax a bit, and if you fall asleep, you’ll already be in a bed.”

“That does sound nice. Give me one second, let me change into my pajamas.”

- - -

A few moments later you were being ushered into Secondo’s bedroom, where you discovered Terzo and Copia had moved another mattress, making a giant make-shift bed. It had already been made up, covered in lots of extra pillows, blankets, and stuffed animals. You laughed at the sight, knowing that this was not the first time they had done this; in fact, it was not uncommon to have slumber parties in Secondo’s bedroom for any reason. Bad day? Slumber party. Good day? Slumber party. Avoiding work? Slumber party. It seemed as though his room was the designated party room.

It was a comfortable atmosphere. It smelled of a mix of his cologne and ritual incense, and it made you feel safe. It was also cold in the room, which you didn’t mind because you knew that you would be warm underneath the covers soon anyway. Terzo and Copia, already in their nightclothes, lay on the bed wrapped in blankets. They certainly looked cozy, and you hurried to join them.

You clambered onto the bed, clumsily forcing yourself between them. With a laugh, Copia grabbed a blanket and tossed it over you, Terzo moving to adjust it. Secondo grabbed a stuffed bee and tossed it to you, missing and smacking Terzo upside the head. He retaliated with a stuffed beaver, hitting his brother narrowly in the chest. You grabbed the bee and held it in your arms as you curled closer to Copia.

“Giovane, would you like to lay on me like last time?”

“Yes, please.”

He lay on his back and motioned for you to join him, which you did; you tossed your blanket to the side and crawled carefully on top of him, your head on his stomach. You dropped the bee to the side and wrapped your arms around him. You couldn’t see the TV screen from this position, but you didn’t care; your energy was spent, and a nap sounded lovely right now. He draped the blanket over the two of you, wrapping his arms around you once he was done. You felt content, safe, warm... but most of all, you were getting sleepy.

The two remaining brothers dimmed the lights and started the movie before crawling into the bed and gathering their own blankets and pillows. There was a squabble between Terzo and Secondo over personal space, but after a moment they settled down. Primo picked up the bee you had dropped and set it on your back, much to Copia’s amusement.

In total bliss, you wrapped your arms even tighter around him and buried your face in his shirt, taking in the smell of his cologne. You rose and fell with each breath he took, your own breathing slowing to match his pace. Steadily, you felt your heartbeat begin to slow, your eyelids starting to droop. The sounds of the movie and the others’ chatter began to fade, their low voices lulling you into sleep. You were pulled out of your daze, however, when Terzo popped into your view, using a hand to jostle you.

“Tesoro, are you even watching the movie?”

“Knock it off. They can sleep if they want to.” Copia grabbed the bee off of your back and smacked the youngest Emeritus brother with it. He lowered his voice before turning to you. “Rest your eyes, cara. It’s alright.”

“You’re a fine one to talk, Terzo.” Primo tossed a pillow at the troublesome brother. “I would be surprised if you stayed awake through this movie as well.”

“What makes you say that?”

“I put melatonin in your tea so that you wouldn’t be obnoxious throughout the entire movie, fratello.” This prompted an offended gasp from Terzo. “I also heard you haven’t been sleeping well at night, so I thought this would help.”

“Lord below, I cannot stand you.” he let out a yawn. “I’ve been poisoned at the hands of my own brother!” He flopped back down dramatically.

You giggled and held a hand out to him, which he took. “Good luck paying attention to the movie now.”

He pressed a gentle kiss to your hand before releasing it. “Go to sleep, dolce.”

“You first.”

“Actually, I think Secondo was first,” Copia mentioned, glancing over at his snoring brother. “That did not take long. And I do believe, cara bambino, that it is time you join him.” He stroked your hair. “And you,” he pointed at Terzo, “you had better follow suit because I am not dealing with your sleep-deprived ass during this entire movie.”

“Excuse me!?”

You listened to them bicker, but only for a few moments before you began to drift off once more. Copia was running his hand through your hair again, scratching at your scalp lightly. Through half-lidded eyes you watched Terzo lay down finally, curling up so that he was pressed against Copia’s side, eyes trained on the movie briefly before sliding shut. Before long you heard soft snores coming from him as well. Primo quietly reached over and tucked the bee he had previously been assaulted with into his sleeping brother’s arms before draping another blanket over his form. He glanced up at you, and when he noticed you were still very much awake he reached up and nudged Copia. He was acknowledged with a sleepy-sounding hmm? before he pointed you out.

“I think this was a setup,” you muttered sleepily into his belly.

“Sure was, bambino assonnato.” He brushed the hair from your face before pressing a soft kiss to your forehead. “Are you feeling better now?”

“Yeah, lots,” you mumbled, “thanks.”

“Of course. Next time you start feeling sad, tesoro, please let us know. We will care for you, always.”

You let out a sleepy sigh in response, losing grip on the meaning of his words. You looked up at Primo, noticing the dazed look in his eyes and the yawn that left his mouth. No doubt he would be asleep soon as well.

You continued to fight sleep, wanting to enjoy the moment for a while longer. Copia, on the other hand, was determined not to allow that to happen. He continued running one hand through your hair, rubbing your back with the other. He quietly whispered sweet nothings into your ear, his voice low and gravelly. You found yourself losing grip on consciousness, the sounds of the movie fading once again. Sleepily, you brought a hand up and clutched the fabric of his shirt tightly.

The last thing you heard was “sleep well, dolcezza,” before drifting off into a peaceful rest.

#copia x reader #Terzo x reader #emeritus brothers #the band ghost #drabbles #sleepy drabbles #papa secondo #primo emeritus #primo being a dad #primo x reader #ghost cuddles

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immortuos · 3 years

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BLESS YOU FOR WRITING FOR ALICE , shes been my hyperfixation since i was little and its amazing seeing someone write her!

BLESS YOU FOR THIS LOVELY MESSAGE AND WONDERFUL WORDS !! Honestly, it means more to me than you know !! I know I’ve had my ups and downs with this blog when it comes to activity but Alice is such a familiar character to me because I also grew up both watching and playing all things RE, she’ll always feel a little like coming home and I’m so happy that she can provide the same solace to others !! <3

#x || out of the hive (ooc)#[ THIS MADE MY DAY THANK YOU SO MUCH <3 ]

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mrs-hatake · 3 years

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Dearly Departed

Pairings: Kakashi x F!Reader, Onesided! Dabi x F!Reader

Warning: ooc characters, mentions of blood, dead body and major character death.

A/N: reposting this since tumbler wouldn’t let my posts appear.

this is what happens when you watch the scene of Carla’s death on repeat and listen to Eren’s YAMEROOO!!

also, I intentionally wrote dabi with his white hair and kept his chosen name.

as always, big thanks for the lovely @runeterrankhaleesi for proof reading this fic!

The Sunday market was buzzing like a group of honeybees in their hive despite it being so early in the morning. The people were cheery and had a smile as they presented their products, selling or trading it with their clients.

Y/N was looking at a basket of black berries, trying to determine which one looked the juiciest to purchase for her infamous black berry cake, when she felt a heavy arm snake itself around her shoulders.

“Morning, doll.” Greeted Dabi with a sleazy smile, his body reeked of alcohol and sweat.

Rolling her eyes, Y/N shrugged the arm off her shoulder and pointed at the pile of berries for the farmer to bag up for her. “Two dozens please.” She politely requested.

After she had paid and placed the bag of berries into her basket, she made her way to her next destination. “Whatcha baking today?” asked Dabi as he hooked his finger around a lock of hair that managed to fall out of Y/N’s bun and twirl it around his finger.

“Black berry cake.” She replied, seeming unaware of the finger in her hair as she glanced at the pile of wild mushrooms.

“For me? Awwww, you shouldn’t have!”

“You wish.” snorted Y/N, “It’s for the bakery. You want it? Then you have to pay for it.” She had a cheeky smirk as she held out her open palm to Dabi.

“Oh, I’ll pay.” A wicked grin grew on his lips, “But not in money.” He wiggled his eyebrows and Y/N immediately punched his chest.

“Be glad Kakashi isn’t here, otherwise he would’ve offered you to the Titans.”

It was Dabi’s turn to snort, “Please, what can a teacher do other than lecture me to death?” He then rolled his azure eyes. “Besides, he won’t stand a chance against someone in the Garrison Regiment.”

Y/N just scoffed as she continued shopping for her bakery and what she needed for dinner later that night.

In the middle of their banter, someone from the Garrison Regiment with blonde hair and kohled eyes waved Dabi over for a quick game of poker. The blue eyed young man waved back, pinched Y/N’s cheek despite her being older than him and stole an apple from her before running off to play a couple of rounds with his buddies. No doubt getting shit faced again.

Y/N shook her head. Although Dabi had the honor to work with the Survey Corps thanks to his father’s high ranked position and insane amount of power that he held, Dabi turned down his father and signed himself up with an easy going, albeit lazy, department.

Though, Y/N didn’t blame Dabi. His father was a horrible man and was the reason for most of Dabi’s burns on his body. He resented his father due to his mistreatment towards his family, especially Dabi’s mom who ended up hanging herself after unbarring the guilt for pouring boiling water onto her youngest child.

Kakashi and Y/N had known Dabi most of their lives, what with Dabi being Kakashi’s former student about ten years ago, they knew that Dabi was attached to them even though he refused to admit it.

Though, in recent years, there was a strain in Dabi and Kakashi’s relationship due to the younger of the two developing a not-so-innocent crush on Y/N. He couldn’t help it. She was kind, strong and brave. She was one of the few people who stood up to his father, Enji had tried to drag Dabi back to Wall Sina after he found out that Dabi turned down the Survey Corps’ offer after all the strings he pulled through.

Having had enough, the trio had all moved to Wall Maria and settled down in Shiganshina district.

The trio’s bond grew stronger with each passing day and they almost resembled a dysfunctional family. However, that bond almost broke when Kakashi had finally managed to propose to Y/N and Dabi had stormed off, falling off the radar for days.

Kakashi and Y/N had searched for him in all of the places they thought they could find him. It took them almost an entire week to locate his exact location and the first thing Y/N had done when she spotted Dabi’s white tuft of hair sprawled on some woman’s breast inside a small bar that reeked of vomit and phlegm, was to give him a well-deserved slap.

The tears which had gathered in the corner of her eyes did not fall as she glared at him.

“How dare you.” She spat.

Before Dabi could have the chance to apologize, Y/N turned and stormed out of the bar. Not wanting to hear any of Dabi’s pathetic excuses.

Dabi’s blue eyes met Kakashi’s grey ones. “I’m sorry.” Was all that he could offer to the older man who Dabi once saw as a man he could respect and admire.

Kakashi just sighed and nodded with his head to follow after Y/N.

“Just know that she barely managed to get two hours of sleep each night and had to close the shop the past week to go look for you. You owe her.” said the silver haired man. Dabi just lowered his head in shame.

Hours later when Y/N had served dinner for everyone, Dabi stared at her with hopeful eyes as he wanted to take advantage of dinner time to apologize to the one person he loved more than himself, seeing as she had been avoiding him throughout the day.

Though the hope in his eyes diminished when she didn’t sit at her usual chair, instead going up the stairs.

Casting a questioning glance at his former teacher, Kakashi simply grunted. “Roof.”

Y/N was leaning against the edge of the rooftop, her head tilted upwards to gaze at the million stars littering the ink black night sky.

In the years that Dabi had known Y/N, he never knew that the older woman would be at the rooftop whenever she was upset. Guess there were a lot of things to learn about Y/N, and that Kakashi and Y/N were meant to be together.

His mind had told him, repeatedly, that he wasn’t right for Y/N. That he didn’t know much about her, other than the fact that she was his savior. He had just followed her around like some lost puppy and clung to her like a child would to his mother.

Now that he thought about it, the two never had any instances which allowed for their love to blossom. Y/N protected him. Y/N was kind to him. Y/N supported him but she didn’t love him. At least not the same way she loved Kakashi.

“I’m sorry, Y/N.” Dabi apologized with a quiet tone of voice as he hesitantly approached the older woman and stood a few feet away from where she was standing.

“I was wrongfully jealous-of Kakashi and of the love you both had for each other.” He then ran his burnt fingers through his white hair. “I guess I always thought that I would be the one to marry you. And I thought the feeling was mutual but I was wrong.” sighed Dabi.

Y/N, however, said nothing as she stared down at the village below.

“It was childish of me to run away, I admit that. But I was hurt and felt betrayed. I wasn’t aware of how you felt for each other. I did sneak my way into your little world, after all.”

“Y/N…Please, I’m so sorry.” Dabi pleaded and slid his hand to cover Y/N’s smaller one.

“I’m not mad.” She finally spoke. Her voice sounded rough, an aftermath of not speaking to anyone throughout the day, not even to Kakashi. She sounded tired and Dabi bit his charred lip, well aware that he was the cause for her distress.

“I’m just disappointed of how you reacted.” She faced him and Dabi’s breath caught in his throat at the expression on Y/N’s beautiful face. She looked frightened, troubled and on the verge of crying. Dabi wanted to punch himself.

“You took off without saying a word. I waited the whole night for you to return and when you didn’t, I went to look for you because I thought you were in trouble!” She choked through the tears.

Dabi wanted to inform her that there was no way any harm could come his way as he was very strong and could protect himself but the inner voice in his head advised him against that, and instead, opted to listen to Y/N’s teary rant. He was itching to hold her in his burnt arms. He longed to bury his nose into her hair to somehow sedate her and ease her anxieties. He wanted to do whatever he could to earn her forgiveness.

“Promise me.” She said through clenched teeth. “Promise me that you won’t ever do something stupid like that ever again! Promise that you won’t leave me.”

Staring deeply into her eyes, Dabi’s expression became serious as he whispered. “I promise.”

Dabi had expected that he was forgiven, that he would receive a hug from Y/N but all that he had received in return was a nod of her head and a soft, “Good night, Dabi.” Before she made her way inside.

He watched her go and he wasn’t surprised to see Kakashi standing by the doorway.

“I’m holding you to that promise.” The teacher stated with an air of finality after he followed after his fiance.

And ever since that incident, Dabi and Y/N were stronger than ever. Even Dabi’s respect for Kakashi was rebuilt from the ground up and his admiration for his former teacher had returned. Though, the cheeky bastard would still tease the silver haired man about stealing Y/N the second she grew bored of him. His jabs didn’t phase them. They knew that they loved each other too much to ever grow tired of the other person.

Even on their wedding day, the love they had in their eyes were exclusive for themselves and nobody else. Dabi was there, in the distance cheering them on and ignored the throbbing ache in his heart as they exchanged vows and kissed. Perhaps that was the reason why Dabi grew addicted to playing poker and drinking. Y/N, naturally, did not approve of such a lifestyle but as long as he returned home then it was all right.

“That’s all for today?” asked the fisherman when he spotted Y/N make her way towards the exit of the Sunday market as he washed his fish to place on display.

“ M’fraid so!” She giggled at the old man.

“Better let me know when you’re done with that cake! My wife’s been on my back nagging me to buy her one since last week!” He imitated the way his wife spoke and Y/N smothered her laugh behind the back of her hand, gently shaking her head at the old man. She wondered if that’s how she and Kakashi would be like when they were older.

“I’ll see you arou-”

KRAAAAAAKK!

A sudden crack of lightning appeared which illuminated the sky into a blinding yellow color that was then followed by a gust of wind that was unbearably warm.

Y/N had fallen into the ground at the sudden commotion, her groceries scattered around her.

And as instant as the lightning had appeared, a dark shadow hung above them and Y/N tore her eyes from the scab wounds on her hands that protected her fall to stare at the giant wall in front of her. And what she saw stole her breath away. Literally.

There, in the distance, stood a Titan. It’s expressionless face gazed down at them. Although its face was void of emotions, Y/N could’ve sworn that it was silently judging them. As if to determine which punishment was suitable for their crimes. What crimes had they committed? She didn’t know.

Within seconds, the Titan’s fist came down on the wall and life returned to the village as screams of anguish filled the open air.

Y/N stared with unseeing eyes at the madness before her.

Living in the inner walls, she never really feared the Titans, almost didn’t believe in their existence due to the tranquility of her village. But ever since she had moved to Shiganshina and had seen groups of priests preaching about their demise and humanity’s downfall, she would toy with the idea that they might be attacked by the monsters one day- just to humor herself. She never believed that that would actually come, especially so soon.

It was the crash of the boulder landing on the market behind her which smothered the screams of the shop owners and buyers, did Y/N snap out of her daze. Turning around, she was greeted with the horrendous sight of blood splattered all over the ground, limbs and intestines could be vividly seen.

Y/N’s eyes rapidly filled with tears as she covered her mouth to prevent the scream from erupting.

Just as she stood up on her wobbly feet, she heard someone screech that the Titans had breached the wall.

Horrified and having a difficult time believing what was happening, Y/N quickly steadied herself and ran towards her house. She had to go and save Kakashi. She had to let him know that the wall had been breached and the Titans had invaded. They needed to take all their required documents to return to their home village. They had to-

Coming to a slow stop, Y/N was stupefied at the sight before her.

What once used to be a row of two story houses was nothing but a pile of wood and stone.

“No.” She heard herself whisper.

And in a daze, as if being pulled by a magnet, she made her way towards her house; the third building on the right with a sandy colored brick wall.

But her house was no longer where it stood.

Brick, debris and fallen clothing that she had personally hung this morning before heading to the Sunday market all lay on the ground, covered in blood and dirt.

Cautious and frightened, she slowly made her way to the biggest pile and began to dig, praying that she won’t find the dead body of her husband, her beloved, Hatake Kakashi. He had to be alive. They had a long journey ahead of them. They dreamed of having children of their own, of opening a school for those unfortunate children of fallen soldiers from Survey Corps. It’s ludicrous to even imagine Kakashi dead, his lifeless eyes staring at her.

“Y/N.”

The scratchy call of her name urged her to dig faster and deeper and her heart dropped to her stomach when she spotted Kakashi’s grey hair covered in dirt. Hurriedly, she removed most of the stone and debris covering his upper body but she could do nothing about the wood that had fallen on his legs.

“Y/N.” Kakashi rasped again and she desperately tried not to break down and cry in horror.

“Go.” He coughed. “Save..yo-yourself.”

But his words fell on deaf ears as Y/N perilously tried to pull Kakashi out from the pile of wood.

In the distance, a large looking Titan was making its way towards their house but its presence was only acknowledged by Kakashi as Y/N was busy trying to get him out. And he felt his heart sore at her dedication and loyalty. At her unfaltering love. But there was no way that the two of them could survive the Titan that was getting closer by the second.

Kakashi had woken up that morning by playful kisses from his wife that turned into a quick session of love making before she had to bathe and head to the market to buy the ingredients she wanted for tomorrow’s bake sale while he stayed at home to grade his students homework.

He was in the middle of complimenting a rowdy and loud child who had convinced himself that he was not suitable for school and would be better off joining the military when Kakashi had heard the sudden crack in the sky. His house rumbled and his teacup crashed to the floor. Just as he was about to lean down to retrieve it, the walls around him crumbled.

When he came to, he was nauseated by the dead bodies and blood splatter that covered his neighborhood. Gone were the colorful flowers that him and his neighbors had spent years growing.

And when Kakashi spotted his wife with terror written on her face, he already knew of his fate. His legs felt too numb and his abdomen burned, his mind screamed at him that he was a lost cause but his heart had a small flicker of hope to survive. But that was pushed to the back of his mind the second he heard something snap in the distance and he weakly turned his head and spotted a Titan coming towards them. Its hideous flesh was an image that Kakashi could never forget.

“Y/N, STOP BEING SO STUPID AND RUN!” Snapped Kakashi in desperation.

“NO! HOW CAN YOU SAY THAT? I’M GOING TO SAVE YOU!” screamed Y/N as an endless waterfall of tears streamed down her dirt-caked cheeks.

Kakashi would’ve growled in frustration at Y/N’s stubbornness had he not been so weak. He loved his wife dearly, even when she was being hot headed as they were about to die.

“Y/N.” He choked. “Please.”

And, as if becoming aware of her surroundings, she stopped what she was doing and spotted the Titan that was just down the block. And Kakashi knew. Kakashi knew that Y/N was conscious of the situation at hand; she either had to save herself and leave Kakashi behind or they will both get eaten by the Titan. And knowing the love of his life, Kakashi knew that Y/N would choose the latter.

“Kakashi.” She called for him and his heart skipped a beat, “I love you.” she gave him a broken smile and he wanted to cry in anguish. If only…

“Have no fear, your hero is here!” And in came Dabi, zooming into the area with his ODM gear. And, for once in his life, Kakashi was grateful for his appearance.

“Dabi!” Y/N cried, as if an angel had descended from heaven to rescue them.

He ruffled her hair as he smugly approached the fallen house to help Kakashi from under the rubble.

“Go.” Kakashi whispered. “My legs have been crushed and I’ve bled too much. I’ll only hold you back.” And as if to prove his point, Kakashi coughed and a splatter of blood landed on Dabi’s boots.

“But,” Dabi, who was just as stubborn as his wife, frowned at him, almost glaring. “How could you leave her?”

“Remember….Th-The promise.” And Dabi understood what Kakashi meant.

Kakashi had to leave Y/N but Dabi couldn’t as he made a promise to the both of them and he never broke a promise.

“I’m sorry.” He whispered through held back tears. He was scared to lose someone he considered a father figure. Even when he snatched Y/N away from him, Dabi never truly hated Kakashi.

“Don’t be.” Kakashi coughed. “I’m the…one who’s sorry.”

“Please hurry!”

With the final exchange of a silent message through their eyes, Dabi promising to take care of Y/N and Kakashi telling him to remind Y/N how much he loves her, Dabi took off.

“Let’s go.”

“Wait, what are you doing?” Y/N yelled indignantly, “What about Kakashi?”

“Let’s go, Y/N. He’ll only slow us dow- ” He was met with a slap.

“Fuck. You.”

Y/N bypassed Dabi to rescue Kakashi herself when she froze in place.

The Titan had arrived and it was digging through their house. Its mouth began to water when it spotted Kakashi’s disabled body and eagerly picked it up.

Time moved slowly as Y/N silently watched as the Titan brought Kakashi towards its wide open mouth, ignoring as Dabi tugged at her arm for them to escape.

When Y/N didn’t budge, Dabi was left with no choice but to pick Y/N up and sling her over his shoulder and run.

Despite the distance, she could spot the wetness on Kakashi’s cheeks and the small and apologetic smile that slowly stretched across his lips. “I love you.” He mouthed.

And, in a blink of an eye, the Titan’s teeth chomped down Kakashi’s body.

He didn’t scream because he refused to give such pleasure to the creature.

Kakashi could see through his hazy eyes as Dabi continued to run with Y/N slung over his shoulder. He held out until Dabi was able to use his ODM gear to carry them out of harm’s way and into safety.

“Take me with-” And the Titan’s teeth closed down on his neck, ending his words and his life.

#kakashi x reader #dabi x reader #kakashi imagine #dabi imagine #crossover

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hi-i-do-stuff · 4 years

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Hello, could you please do a Equius x short reader one?

Y e s

Sorry for such a late response btw my schedule is fucked up m8

Also thanks to my discord friend for helping me with the plot(I'm ClimacticTerror just so ya know)

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♐Hiding♐

Current time: 7:46pm

Current setting: Equius's hive

Current mood: upset :(

Earlier today your Matesprite, Equius Zahhak, had yelled at you. You were messing around with him a little to much while he was working, and he finally kind of snapped. To which your scared little form decided to go and hide away in his laundry room. How cozy, just in a pile of clean dry clothes, burying yourself in them making you feel all warm and tired. So you decided to take a nap, your Matesprite was busy so you assumed you would wake up before he was done with whatever he was doing, so you decided to take a nap. Plus you didn't think he'd care if you weren't there for a bit with an unannounced leave.

About 2 Hours Later

Oh jegus were you wrong.

He did care, he cared a whole lot, but you were fast asleep and somehow made no noise at all to notify or raise suspicion that you were even still at the hive. Equius was frantic with worry looking for you everywhere he could, well almost everywhere seeing as though he hasn't found you yet. He has actually passed you by quite a few times. He was just about ready to have a mental breakdown in his livingroom before you awoke, crawled your tiny ass out of the warm hamper and walked up behind the tall strong boi. "Equius..?" You said rubbing your eyes "What's wrong?" He quickly turned around to face you, his panic going away immediately. He smiled awkwardly at you, and said that nothing was wrong before apologizing for yelling earlier, which of course you forgave your gentle giant of a Matesprite, but wanted to spend some time with him since he was done working, but he really wasn't so you whined a whole bunch and begged him to stay and watch a movie or something with you and take a break with whatever he was doing, to which he finally gave into(after like 15 minutes) and said sure, you both went to sit down and he whipped his forehead before actually relaxing for once, making you feel more at home than you did before.

This was nice.

And you hoped nothing would take that away.

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Sorry it's so short kabwuhdsihdudhd

I'm a Sagittarius to so Equius was probably one of my favorite characters, and still is.

But it's a bit ooc apologizes but I hope you liked it.

#hs equius #homestuck equius #homestuck x reader #homestuck #x reader

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revolveplots · 5 years

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TITANS, (AND H.I.V.E.) GO!

mastermind(s) @youngnovas genre(s) action, superhoes, dc. premise based on teen titans. the titans are back at it again to protect jump city! bad guys every day and even worst, bad roommates to deal with. the whole crew lives in titans tower (located in sunny california) and as of late has been dealing with new member additions as well as the reappearance of the H.I.V.E. tearing up downtown. yikes! characters canons & oc.

CANONS AND OOC NOTES UNDER THE CUT:

TITANS

robin / boy genius here can beat you in a fight in every single fighting style known to man. and his tech? simple, deadly and effective. literally the definition of robin (and batman) itself. the leader of the team. very strict and unyielding with his decisions. always an avid supporter of training, training, and more training. stick in the mud. it’s not that he hates fun but that he has too much to do to have any fun. scolds beast boy and cyborg all the time. soft spot for starfire. lost to jinx once (because she’s a cheat) and is still sore about it. getting increasingly stressed these days, not sure how vantablack keeps getting in the tower. (taken by @svrrows)

starfire / alien princess that can fly and shoot bright green energy from her hands and eyes. also has super strength. but supposedly all her powers depends on her ability to be happy/content and in tune with her emotions. literally a complete opposite of raven, but they’re good friends anyway. still trying to get used to earth’s traditions. trying hard to make friends with the new recruits, even the grumpy one (but she keeps saying things like “don’t worry! you didn’t fail! you’re just not good enough yet, welcome to the team :D”) (taken by @rackandrouge)

raven / demon? human? both. raven’s got a long list of capabilities but the majority seems to lie in the control of shadows, telekinesis, meditating, and having a patience of a lifetime to not wring beast boy or cyborg’s neck yet. not much if known about her bg among the titans, she’s not a sharer. admittedly good friends with starfire. not sure why the new recruits won’t look her in the eye though. (taken by @rottenfrvit)

cyborg / half cyborg, half man. also the titans’ go-to repair/tech man. friendly, protective over his friends, outgoing, cool, loving. hates the h.i.v.e. (gizmo especially) like no tomorrow. pretty sure one of them blew up his pizza joint. besties with beast boy, also often bickers (it’s a bro thing) with him though. bumps egos with robin badly sometimes. (taken by @ofeternity)

beast boy / animal morphing. everything he morphs into green though, idk. one of the youngest on the team. was abandoned on the streets and basically one of robin’s oldest friends as he took him in. total glutton. clingy. best bros with cyborg. impulsive and knows it! (taken by @youngnovas)

new recruit (1) / oc, only recruit to make it through robin’s tedious obstacle course (and expectations). giddy, nervous. clumsy but capable. scared of raven but that’s because of all the rumors they’ve heard. power utp. (taken by @yahang)

new recruit (2) / oc, sidekick (don’t call them sidekick) to a famous superhero (utp) in another city. only dumped here because they’re too considered “too green” by said hero. hates it. wish cyborg and beast boy would shut up about it. power utp.

H.I.V.E

all graduates (or current students) of the hive academy (yes an academy for young villains), their assignment is to take down the titans. current “hq” is in some dingy flat above a bbq place (man when i tell you a supervillain’s life is not easy…)

jinx / uses a form of magic that materializes in a pink/purple of energy, notoriously bad luck energy (but it’s just her manipulating probabilities). unofficial leader but it’s more like babysitting at this point. doesn’t really want to be here, but doesn’t have anywhere to go. always in perpetual bad moods. also into pulling petty crimes/pranks with gizmo. (taken by @youngnovas)

gizmo / no powers, just brains, brains, brains. nasty attitude, extensive collection of high-tech weapons. makes his own tech and also some enhancers for the team. also insanely good at sniping. doer of petty crimes. super nosy, loves sticking his nose in everyone’s business. bossing the new additions around like it’s nbd. likes to pair up with mammoth since he’s the easiest to order around out of the group. also they pig out together. a lot. (taken by @tomywcrld)

mammoth / the big and bad. super strength (currently unmatched), durability and the works. (x) eats a lot and i mean a lot. always off trying to grab a bite before or during their little excursions. still pissed off his favorite pizza place is gone. eats downstairs often because of the discount (free if you scare the right waiter, bitch) lowkey scared of jinx after the time she jinxed (pun intended) him for a whole day.

vertigo / literally makes the world spin, that’s her power. (x) new on the team, seems to think she’s all that (bc 100% can bring you to your knees). ranked first in every class tbt H.I.V.E so she’s got a chip on her shoulder. doesn’t like jinx, treats gizmo like a puppy.

vantablack / can transform into shadows, blend in, mold attacks, and travel through them. (x) bit on the older side. doesn’t really take orders well. always sneaks into titans tower (and gets kicked out) like its nbd. it’s funny. finds starfire interesting (i mean alien? fr? cmon). (taken by @athaza)

new addition (1) / oc, recruited by mammoth after fighting in line with him over pizza. said pizza parlor, kaput! gone! sadness. hint: doesn’t like him. power utp.

new addition (2) / oc, deflected from the titans, or okay, simply put, didn’t make the cut. hates them now but that’s the point. not entirely an “evil” person though. jinx has them on watch just in case they turns out to be some sort of spy. power utp. (taken by @neueroses)

notes!

please comment below or dm if you’re interested! ages for these charas can be from late teens to early/mid twenties. fcs can be whoever you want! i’m also open to adding more to the list if anyone is interested in expanding the plot :)

#rv:group #grp:tt vs hive #lsrpg #krp #rpg

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