#y’all are saying he should’ve killed more of them and you’re right

[watchingwisteria]

namor being called “a child without love” by a spanish friar who was cooperating with and supporting conquistador enslavers when namor was literally there because he loved his mom and she loved the surface world and this was her home and they were desecrating it with pure evil.. oh it made me MAD

[atinylittlepain]

I've Got You - A Joel Miller Story

Joel Miller x f!reader/f!oc

joel miller masterlist

She and Joel are partners in business. Nothing more. But they’ll both have to come to terms with this lie they’ve been telling themselves when something unspeakable happens.

warnings | 18+ angst, very dark themes (near SA, canon-typical violence), smut

Joel was difficult to talk to, so it was a good thing she didn’t have much to say. She figured that’s why they worked so well together. 

She had been in the Boston QZ since she was a teenager, since the beginning of all this really. Had set up a solid business in smuggling, finding it easy to go out into the open since she had nothing to lose, all her family gone in the first few days of the outbreak. It had hardened her, being on her own for so long, so when she found out she had competition from two newcomers, she was quick to make Joel’s and Tess’ acquaintance, knife in hand. If it hadn’t been for Tess’ diplomatic nature, she’s certain her and Joel would have killed each other then and there, two loose cannons butting heads. But, they had worked it out, merging their “business” and soon enough, they were the predominant smugglers of Boston, exerting a wide and powerful influence when they needed to.

Tess handled the deals, while she and Joel handled the actual runs. They could both go days without speaking, trailing each other along the crumbling highways, filling their packs with salvaged goods to take back. She didn’t know much about him, just that he had lost something big, just like her, just like most folks still alive. But they were comfortable with each other, an unwavering trust that had developed over months of successful jobs.

They were wrapping up another successful trip, about two day’s out from the QZ. They’d stop at Bill and Frank’s tomorrow, get a trade in before heading back. Night was starting to slip over the woods and they had set up camp in a thicket of trees. She took the first watch while Joel hunched into the side of his sleeping bag, trying to get some sleep. She blames it on herself, really, for letting her guard down when she should’ve been on alert. But they had never run into trouble in this area, and, to be quite honest, she was fucking exhausted after five days on the road. Even sitting up, hands around her shins, she was starting to fade in and out of sleep. 

That didn’t last long though, when suddenly she was being yanked up and back by her hair. Her shriek was cut off quick by a knife being pressed flat against her throat. She could feel the man’s beard scratching against the side of her face as he held her up against him. There were two others, one of whom had his gun trained on Joel who had been startled awake by the sound. Hunters, from the looks of them.

Joel had sat up, holding his palms out, his eyes darting between the mouth of the gun and her. The man with the gun spoke first.

“Don’t want no trouble, pal.” She could see the muscles in Joel’s cheek tick as he sized the man up.

“Doesn’t look that way to me, pal.” The man holding her up chuckled.

“Now, now, no need to get all worked up. Just gonna want some of whatever you got in those packs.” He paused for a moment, bringing his other hand to caress down the side of her body. She shuddered under his sickening touch. “And maybe a little turn with your girl here.” 

Joel was on his feet fast at that, but the other two men moved quick to grab hold of him. He struggled in their grip but the one punched him, hard, in the stomach, forcing him to double over.

She writhed under the man’s grip but he pressed the blade firmer into her throat.

“Easy, little bird. Why don’t you and I go have some alone time, huh? And if you’re real nice to me, I’ll think about not blowing your boyfriend’s brains out? That sound good to you?” She huffs as he jostles her in his grip, keeping a sneer across her face even though she nods. What the fuck else can she do?

“Be right back, gentlemen. Don’t y’all go nowhere.” He hoists her around, shoving her forward until they’re deeper into the woods, the glow of their camping lantern just a speck amongst the trees. He throws her down to the ground, quick to straddle her hips, pressing a knee into each of her wrists to keep her prone underneath him. There’s a rushing in her ears and her whole body’s shaking as he wrenches her jeans and underwear down her thighs. The man grunts behind her.

“Such a pretty little thing, aren’t ya? Think I ought to leave you with a little souvenir of our time together, huh?” She has no clue what he means, his voice sounding muffled as her mind continues to go hazy. But then there’s a searing pain in her low back and she realizes he’s carving something into her skin. She lets out a broken scream but he cuts her off by shoving a wad of cloth into her mouth. It’s agonizing until it’s not anymore, until her body goes slack under his hold. She realizes he’s carving letters into her skin. He’s carving initials. He finishes his work, she hears him throw the knife down beside them. He whistles low.

“Even prettier, little bird. Giving me something real nice to look at while I fuck you.” She feels frozen, numb, only startling slightly at the sound of gunshots in the distance. Her mind offers up a single thought like a mote of dust floating in the dim light. Joel. She picks up the fight again, as best she can, squirming under his hold, but he grabs a hold of her hair, forcing her head back.

“Watch it, little bird. Or I won’t be so sweet to you no more.” He drops her head, her face smearing in the rotting leaves of the forest floor. 

She can hear him undoing his belt in the gloom and she braces herself for what’s coming, her whole body tensing. But just then, another gunshot rings out, and she feels the man above her go slack, falling off to the side. Her wrists ache where he had been pressing them into the dirt. She heaves, huge rolling gasps leaving her shuddering ribcage as she tries to press herself up.

She hears her name being called through the rushing in her ears, feels a pair of hands gently pulling her jeans back up her legs. And then she sees Joel in the corner of her blurry vision, leaning down to search her face. She lets out a bone-rattling sob of his name and he gathers her up in his arms, sitting down on the ground and pulling her into him. There’s blood spattered across his shirt, but she doesn’t care, digging her face into his chest. He still smells like him.

“I’m so sorry, baby, I’m so sorry. It’s ok, it’s ok. You’re safe now. I’ve got you, I’ve got you. Not gonna let anything else happen to you. I’ve got you.” 

…

Somehow, they manage to get to Bill and Frank’s the next day. Joel had overpowered the men last night, killing them all handily by the time he got to her. She hadn’t spoken since he’d found her, mutely walking alongside him, keeping her eyes on the road. Her hands wouldn’t stop shaking.

When they met the two men at the fence, they both looked taken aback by her demeanor. Bill later told Joel he thought she looked like a spooked horse, wild eyes not quite making contact, jerky, stiff movements. Frank immediately took her under his arm, guiding her into the house to tend to her bruised wrists. The couple always had a soft spot for her, had been working with her long before Joel came around, and they treated her like a daughter. Joel and Bill were left standing there, staring each other down. Bill asked him what happened but all Joel could do was shake his head, a deep sigh rumbling through his chest as he scrubbed harshly at his jaw.

Bill offered him a shower and a clean set of clothes, which he gladly accepted, watching the rust-colored water swirl around the drain. All cleaned up, he ran into Frank in the hallway as he was coming out of the bathroom.

“She’s sleeping. I gave her some painkillers, to get her some rest, at least. She told me what happened.” Joel shifts in his boots, looking down at the floor, trying to hold onto whatever restraint he has left, to not crumple in front of Frank.

Frank brings his hand to Joel’s shoulder, giving it a squeeze.

“Thank you, for what you did, Joel. For her.” Joel clears his throat.

“Didn’t do enough– should’ve– I should’ve–” Frank cuts him off with another squeeze to his shoulder.

“You did what you could. Listen, Bill won’t ever admit it. But that girl? She’s like family to us. Thank you for saving her. You did. You saved her.” All Joel can do is nod, trying to not let the thick feeling in his throat roll into tears.

…

The sun has already set. As always, Bill and Frank had cooked a mind-boggling meal, but she didn’t join them for dinner. Frank had taken a plate up to her before they sat down, and when he came back downstairs he told them that she was awake, that she was feeling ok.

After dinner, Joel excused himself as the couple settled at the piano together, telling them he wanted to turn in early. The room they had set him up in was across the hall from where she was and before he could think better of it, he was lightly knocking on her door.

She called for him to come in, and when he saw her, he was shocked at how much relief he felt in seeing her again. She was sitting on the side of the bed in a worn-looking t-shirt and sweatpants that Frank must have given her. She glanced quickly at him before looking down at her feet.

“Are you alright?” He’s taken aback from her question, softly shutting the door before turning back to look at her.

“You’re asking me if I’m alright?” She just shrugs, still not looking up at him.

“Frank sort of whisked me away this morning. Haven’t seen you since then, just wondering.” Joel tentatively sits down next to her, resting his forearms on his thighs, he looks at her over his shoulder.

“I’m fine. Are you alright?” She shakes her head.

“Don’t– don’t start treating me different, Joel.” “Not treating you different, I–”

“Yes you are, you’re treating me like I’m broken.” She scoffs before continuing, “I’m not that fragile. Thought you knew that by now. Christ, nothing even happened. You killed that-that bastard before he could really do anything.” Her breath shudders as she exhales.

“I know you’re not broken. And you’re certainly not fragile. Made of tougher stuff than most.” She shakes her head at that but he stops her.

“Hey. I also know that you’re a fucking human being. And you and I both know that even though nothing happened, something still did. Before I– before I could get to you.” It’s his turn to sigh now, wringing his hands that rest over his knees.

“Don’t, Joel. You did what you could, that’s enough.” He scoffs.

“Yeah, I did what I could. But it kills me that I didn’t do it quicker. When I saw him– on top of you, I– god, I– I’d rather die than see you hurt, do you get that?” Her head whips up to look at him, finally meeting his gaze.

“What?” He swallows hard, already regretting the words he just said, the dangerous confession he just gave to her.

“Look, I– I shouldn’t have said that, I should go,” he goes to stand but her hand reaches out to hold onto his and he freezes in place. His heart clenches when he looks at the mottled bruises long her wrist.

She turns to face him on the bed, cautiously raising her other hand to let her palm slide over his cheek. It comes out as a whisper when she says his name and something in Joel breaks.

He knows it’s rash, and maybe just plain stupid, but he still surges forward and when they kiss it’s not gentle or sweet, it’s desperate, it’s two people holding onto each other because it’s all they have. They move quickly, he wraps his arms around her, pulling her into his lap as she cards her fingers through his hair and when they kiss, they kiss ugly. All tongues and teeth and gasping breaths between. His fingers dig into her hips as she starts to press down onto his growing length. He pulls away, looking into her blown out eyes.

“I want you, Joel.” Afraid of what he might say in reply, he dives back in for her mouth, slowly starting to shift them until he’s laying her out on the bed with his legs slotted between her thighs.

He keeps his weight off her, seeing her slight wince with each movement, not wanting to hurt or overwhelm her. But she pulls him down by his shoulder blades, pressing him against her.

“Please, I just– I need to feel you, please.” He pauses, breathing heavily as he looks into her eyes, just nodding.

“You’ve got me, darlin’. I’m right here.” He shifts a bit closer to her, coming down onto his forearms as he kisses along her jaw, down her neck and across her collarbone. She sighs underneath him.

He feels her hands fumbling at the hem of his shirt and he leans back to shrug it off over his head. What he wasn’t expecting was for her to do the same with her own, and when he’s met with the sight of her bare chest, his breath catches in his throat. She reaches out for him but he’s still frozen in place, taking her in. He lets his hands slide up her sides, fingertips grazing over her nipples in a way that makes her shiver. He murmurs the only word he can think to before meeting her in another kiss.

“Beautiful.”

They press skin to skin now and the feeling, the warmth makes Joel shudder. He feels like he can’t get enough of her, the way she’s running her palms up and down the planes of his back, the little sounds she makes as he kisses her. She takes one of his hands and brings it to the waist of her sweatpants. His fingers halt there as he looks up to her, asking without saying anything, she just nods.

He slips his fingers under the band, skimming down to her folds. He groans at the pooling wetness there. She’s keening into his hand as he strokes her, dipping into her entrance before swirling her arousal around her clit.

“You’re perfect, baby. S’fucking perfect. Does that feel good?” She just nods, gasping his name when his fingers dip inside her again.

“J-Joel, please. Wanna feel you. W-want you inside me.” His head spins at her words and stops what he’s doing, splaying his palm across the soft swell of her stomach.

“Are you sure?” 

“I am.” He hangs his head, letting his forehead rest below her sternum, squeezing his eyes shut for a moment, making sure this is real.

“Christ, ok. Ok, darlin’. I’ve got you.” He presses up off the bed, unbuttoning his jeans and sliding them down along with his boxers. He thinks he might melt under her gaze, the way she takes in the sight of him.

He kneels at the end of the bed, bringing his hands to the waistband of her pants, looking up to her one more time, one more confirmation before he gently slides her pants and underwear off her legs. He sighs at the sight of her, bare beneath him, before framing her head with his forearms, laying over her and pressing in for a kiss. He guides the head of his cock through her folds and they both groan at the contact. She draws her knee up to his hip, spreading herself out for him just a bit more.

“You’ll tell me if I do anything you don’t like, yeah?” She nods, brushing his hair back away from his eyes before settling her hand on his cheek. He turns his head and lays a kiss in the middle of her palm before he starts to press into her. She gasps and he freezes immediately, but then she keens.

“D-don’t stop, please. Want you to keep going.” He huffs, pressing a bit deeper, taking in the way her back arches into him. Her nails dig into the muscle of his shoulder where she’s wrapped her arm.

Finally, his hips settle against hers, and they both sigh at the feeling of him being fully sheathed in her. Joel’s afraid that if he moves, this will be over before it’s even started. He dips his nose into her neck, smelling the soap Frank gave her to clean up with, but also just smelling her. Her heel digs a little into his low back, he looks up at her.

“You can move, baby.” Joel holds back a whimper at her words. He shifts his hips back, finding a slow roll back into her that has them both moaning. It’s a slow, deep pace they find, pushing and pulling against each other, lips smearing in barely-coherent kisses. 

He feels the pleasure pulling tight, ready to snap, but he needs to get her there first. He brings his fingers down, circling her clit a bit harshly. She whines at the contact and he can feel her pulse around him.

“Just let go, baby. I’ve got you. Let go for me, please.” She lets out a broken cry of his name before coming undone, and it’s enough to send Joel over the edge as well, quickly pulling out and painting her stomach with his spend. He’s panting as he leans in for a chaste kiss, pulling back to take in her flushed figure, the softly heaving swells of her body. He whispers that he’ll be right back, moving over to the attached bathroom to find a towel to clean her up with. He sits back on the bed, daubing away the mess he made. She’s smiling softly around a “thank you.” 

He passes her her t-shirt to slip back on while he tugs his boxers back up his legs before they both get under the covers, immediately tangling up in each other. There’s nothing to say, it’s unspoken what has just passed between them. Joel knows that from now on, he’s hers, and she’s his. 

Her breathing evens out before his, falling asleep in his arms. He lets his palm wander up her shirt, gently skating down her back. He pauses at the gauze bandage that sits at the base of her spine. He had seen what that man had done to her, the letters gruesomely carved into her skin. It made him wish he hadn’t just shot the man, that he had kept him alive to make him suffer, only giving him the mercy of death when he was begging for it. 

[stcrgazings]

Mending the broken pieces | (c.l)

[WHY WON’T YOU LOVE ME PT2]

This is the second part of why won’t you love me to read the first part is here

note: soooo, the part 2 of why won’t you love me is finally here and I am completely obsessed with how it turned out, I hope y’all enjoy it reading it just as much as I enjoyed writing it, happy reading!! Btw pls leave your feedback and let me know if you liked it.

pairing: charles leclerc x female character/reader

summary: in the second part of why won’t you love me, you and Charles try and fix things but will it be enough?

warning: alcohol, cursing, cigarettes, slight anxiety attack, crying, fighting, slight mentions of sex. (didn’t know if y’all wanted smut so I didn’t included it)

word count: 3.3K

———

It had been three days since you left.

And every minute that passed Charles felt the sink in his stomach dig further.

Okay so he had been the absolute biggest dick in the whole country of Monaco, and he had the time to realize that as the hours passed after you left.

He couldn’t believe the way he acted towards you and it angered him even more that it took, you leaving for him to realize it.

He took the last caramel brownie that you had made on Friday that he didn’t even notice to his mouth, as he dialed your phone once again for the thousand time on those last three days.

He knew he was acting selfishly the moment he arrived and locked himself in that stupid simulator room, he knew he should’ve just eat the pasta, he knew you were incredibly excited for the trip to Portofino and that that cancellation would’ve hurt you and he knew that you made the brownies just for him to try, and he knew it wouldn’t have killed him to watched the movie with you, but he just didn’t.

Why? Because he just didn’t feel like it, because for that whole week he just assumed you’d be there, that you’d just take it because he knew that you loved him, he straight out took you for granted, assuming you’ll always be there for him, even when he directed an entirety of 20 words to you in the whole first week of the summer break.

So he had called, and texted and apologized through voicemails and messages but without getting a response from you whatsoever, not even a delivered on the sight.

“Come on baby, pick up, please” he whispered to himself as the phone rang for a third time, the clock in the wall marking almost 2 am.

He was starting to get to the point where he was basically worried sick about where the hell you were, since you hadn’t given any sign of life since you left.

He had call your mum and your dad and even your sister who lived back in England with her husband.

I mean he knew you were okay since he called Daniel about a dozen times and when the Australian finally pick up he cursed him with probably every cursed word in the book, and after Charles had apologized and begged Daniel told him that you were alright, that he had picked you up from the apartment you both shared but he didn’t say where you were staying despite Charles pleads, Daniel cursed him again telling him that when he picked you up you were made a mess.

“She said she couldn’t breathe and wouldn’t stop fucking crying, you’re a fucking jerk, she’s so awesome and you know she doesn’t deserves whatever you did to her, so you either fix it, or leave her alone” the words of the Australian driver still resounding in the back of his mind, shattering his heart as pictures in the back of his mind the mess he had made upon you.

“The number you have dialed it’s not available at this time, please try again lat…” the robotic voice replied in what Charles in what it seem now like it was mocking from the million times Charles had heard it in the last few hours.

He throw himself on the couch as he check the chat he maintained with you, checking to see if maybe by a miracle of higher power you had answered his texts.

But you hadn’t, not even read them.

So he rubs his faces and eyes as he felt his stomach sank further as he imagined all the possible scenarios you could be in right now, ana he knew he deserved each and every one of them, for not loving you the way you deserved, for not treating you the way you deserved and for not showing that in fact he did love you and need you more than anything in this world.

He was angry and disappointed at himself, and he had taken out on you completely ignoring you and pushing you away and now you had disappeared from the face of the planet earth.

At least that’s what he thought as he opened the TikTok app in an attempt to keep himself awake.

And lord did that work as the first video that popped up on his screen was one of you in a very tight black dress dancing in a booth of a very crowded club as you were being sprayed in champagne by Kelly Picket and some of your other friends.

His heart started beating faster than the f1 car he drove daily as he watched the video again, trying to convince himself that maybe it was an old video from someone’s birthday that you had maybe mentioned to him a while ago and he had forgotten, but all that convincing was for nothing as he took a glimpse of the video’s caption.

“Y/N Y/L in a club in Monaco earlier tonight, Charles Leclerc keeps winning”

Oh God, you were at a club?!

(…)

To say you were completely, totally and utterly wasted was the understatement of the century.

And you knew that as you downed yet another bottle of water as you tried to wash off the feeling of nausea that camped in the back of your throat, as you everything around you was spinning at a high speed.

You were sitting in the sidewalk outside of the bar back pressed against a stop sign as you prayed that the ill feeling would go away, you had drank an insanely amount of vodka, trying to numb the pain, to forget Charles’ careless words and to shut your on thoughts as they kept repeating in the back of your mind like the most sick ass mantra.

why?

why?

why?

why won’t you love me?

You shook your head trying to get those stupids thoughts out of your head and as the phone screen lit up for the first time in three days it started beeping and vibrating like something you had never seen before, thousands of texts and calls from Charles one showing after the other all of them being pleads and apologies and love you’s.

You felt her eyes getting watery as she read one by one the texts she had received from her boyfriend, so with shaky hands and tears you started texting.

You wanted to say so much, you wanted to say how much you had missed him, how much you’ve been missing the thing you both used to have, but you’re brain kinda typed for itself as a single text was send in the chat you shared with the pilot.

I am trying to forgive you, but I’m struggling cuz I don’t know how.

sat. 2:16 am

You blocked the phone scared of what the answer of your boyfriend could be, a girl standing beside you, a worried look painted on her face.

“You ok?”

You chucked softly as you nodded drying the tears that kept running trough your cheeks.

“Girl you’ve been crying your eyes out for the past five minutes I’ve been here, you’re not okay, you need a cigarette”

You laughed again as you grabbed the cigarette from her hand.

“So what happened?”

“My boyfriend’s a douche” was the only thing you stated as you took a hit off the cigarette, throwing her head back in an attempt to relax herself.

“Yeah but he loves you” the girl said as she smiled as she smoked her cigarette too.

“I guess” you murmured softly as you press your plans against your face trying to keep

yourself awake and to dry the tears.

“If you have to guess than it’s probably not there” the pressure on your chest started to build up.

“If you had asked me a month ago, I would’ve probably said yes, but right now I feel like I’m falling from something that we built way too high and believe me, it’s a long way down”

“If you’re telling me this, after a fight you just had, then my chick from the club advise is, talk to him, you’re saying all that from a place of anger and fear, fear of what’s coming next, and what he might say to you but we all say things we don’t mean when we fight, so talk to him” the girl brushed her hand against your shoulder as you sobbed into your hands.

“What if he doesn’t love me anymore?” You asked as your voice broke a little, because she was right you were scared, scared of what he might say to you, of what might happen next, of everything.

“Well by the way your phone is beeping right now, he probably does, give him a chance.” She said as she pointed at the lit screen of your phone throwing her cigarette to the floor making her way back to the bar. “It’s better to regret about trying, than to regret of not trying at all, pick up, bye” she said goodbye as she entered the club once again with a small hand gesture.

So you made yourself look at the phone screen as Charles��� nickname “baby” adorned the screen surrounded with hearts and with all the bravery you had on your drunk self, you picked up.

“Mon amour, please let’s talk you— you know I love you I can— I can’t do this without you, please” the desperate pleads from Charles was the first thing that sounded, breaking your hearts as you head him uncontrollably sobbing waiting for your answer.

“Charles baby, calm down, please”

“I— I am so sorry, please let’s talk” he sobbed, you were now crying too, hating the current situation you both were in but you tried to compose yourself as you didn’t want Charles to get more agitated than he already was.

“I know, It’s okay, we’ll talk but can you come and pick me up? Please” you asked as a whisper basically, but you knew the answer before he spoke as the sound of keys clattering and a door opening before he spoke.

“I’ll be there in 10” Charles said before a comfortable silence filled up the line, you knew he hadn’t hanged up so when you were about to, he interrupted you as he dried the tears that fell through his cheeks. “I love you”

“See you, Charles” you muttered as you hung to start waiting for him in the empty street, texting your friends that you were leaving.

(…)

Charles didn’t lie when he said that he’d get there in 10 minutes, and you knew that the second you saw his Ferrari 488 pista spider across the street, all your friends cheering as you smiled towards them.

“Someone is getting makeup sex tonight!”

“Climb that man like a tree honey!”

Were some of the screams directed towards you as you gave them your goodbyes and the finger making your way to Charles car a surprise face showing up on you as the pilot got out the car, saying hi to you on a shyly manner as surrounded the car to open the passenger door just for you.

“For ma chérie” he said as he bowed for you to enter the car, making you giggle softly.

“Really, Charles?” You chuckled as you entered the car once again, him nodding.

“I just want to show you that I am, really sorry and that I shouldn’t have acted liked a dick” he said as he entered the car, putting his seatbelt on.

“We’ll you don’t really get to do that” you mumbled under your breath, as you took the hand he had placed on your tight back into his lap.

“But I am sorry, why won’t you let me show it to you?” He asked as he started driving back into your place, a serious expression planted on his face.

“Just like you didn’t let me show you how I love you back in our apartment? And plus how do I know this isn’t some kind of apology act? How do I know you won’t be back to your selfish and imbecile ways as soon we’re back to our apartment and I forgive you, how do I know you do love me?”

“I— I love you! I do!” He said as he stopped the car in a red light in the busy Monaco streets, the despair clear on his face eary eyes as he stared into you.

“That isn’t what you said just three days ago!” You fought back, because yes there wasn’t anything more in the world that you wanted than to fix things with Charles, but you were scared because you didn’t wanted to feel the way you felt last week locked in that miserable apartment taking all of Charles’ shitty attitudes, wondering what the fuck you had done wrong knowing there wasn’t any answer to that question, and wondering why your boyfriend won’t love you.

“And I didn’t mean any of it! I was angry and upset I know that I shouldn’t have said it and i am sorry” he argued back, but way more calmer than you, probably because he knew that you were drunk and if the both of you got upset and disturbed you’d probably won’t get to anything, and he didn’t want that, he wanted to fix things, to get you back, to go back to the thing you had before knowing that he was the one that wreck it, which destroyed him more.

“But how do I know that! How do I know you’re telling the truth!” You cried, making Charles’ stomach twirl inside of him, there was nothing that he hated more than to see you cry and he hated it even more knowing that he was the reason of it as he watched you visibly shake in the seat beside him, the alcohol in your system definitely not helping you as you started to feel the ferrari was getting smaller and the air was missing in you lungs.

He parked the car on the apartment parking lot as he got out of the car as fast as his feet allowed him to, surrounding the car to once again open the car door of your side but not for you to get out as he grabbed you by the legs turning around to face him as he crouched beside you, one of his hands grabbing you gently by the jaw, wanting for you to focus on him for a sec and not the awful thoughts he knew were filling your head by the second.

“Hey, hey, look at me, ok? Focus on me baby, c’mon” he called you out softly as he rubbed your tight in a sweetly manner in an attempt for you to steady your breath, you did as you were told wanting to calm down as well staring into his bright green eyes that somehow always gave you comfort.

“You know it’s true because…” he paused for a second trying to formulate what to say in his head as he smiled and continued. “Because I love with everything that i have, and I can’t even bare the thought of not having you in my life, because my chest hurts every time i even began to imagine a life without you by side, because this past few days without you in the house have been hell, because for i fact that can do this without and more importantly I don’t want to because baby the rest of the world doesn’t matter if I don’t have you, I want you and need you back because I don’t care about the fancy ass cars, and the parties and the championship because what’s the point of winning races if I don’t drink the celebratory champagne with you, because I love you, and you’re the only one I care and want me beside me, kissing as we celebrate and hugging after a crappy day and from now on there won’t be a day where I don’t show it to you I promise you that, and as well I’ll spend the fucking rest of the summer break proving to you that I am sorry for the way I treated you and how much I fucking mean it when I say I love you”

He wanted to say so much more, but he didn’t really had the chance to as you grabbed his face and kissed him.

Charles could swear he felt like he could breath again after those three miserable days as his lips touched yours, it was a sweet intimate kiss as your hand snaked to the back of his neck as the other grabbed him by the collar of his hoodie you wanting him to be as close as posible as he smiled into the kiss.

“I missed you” you finally admitted the confession that was stuck in the back of your throat since the moment you saw him arrive to the club making you both giggle.

“I missed so much too Mon Amour, all I’ve fucking done in these past days was be miserable as I thought bout you” you laughed into his lips as he began to leave a path of kisses through your jaw mumbling how much he had missed you in between the kisses.

“Couldn’t get you out my fucking head, it’s like you’re injected in me” he mumbled as you giggled softly once again, grabbing his face to kiss him again.

“I swear to god Leclerc, treat me or act the way you did again and I’ll cut your dick off” you threatened kind of jokingly making him join you in your soft laughter.

“Oh no chérie, that will not be happening again you have I promise you by my f1 driver honor” he said as he pressed one of his hands on his chest, by his heart like he was swearing in a court or something as the other snaked behind your knees as he grabbed you by surprise when suddenly he lifted you bridal style out of the car, making you squeal loudly as he closed the car door walking away from the Ferrari with you in his arms like it was nothing.

“That doesn’t even exist!” You chuckle as he got inside the elevator laughing too.

“It does!” He defended himself. “You’re just not a f1 driver so you don’t know about it amour”

You denied with your head still laughing as he smirked at you.

“How about we go back to our home baby, and you let me show you how sorry I am” he whispered, mouth pressed in your ear as you felt the skin in the back of your neck go cold and your lower abdomen flutter in anticipation

“Jummm, that does sound good Mr. Leclerc” you smiled at him, as you pressed your forehead with his as the elevator opened in your floor.

“Well let’s go baby” he said as he made his way on to your apartment.

So you both got into the apartment to the shower where Charles truly showed you how sorry he was he took off your dress and washed your body and hair leaving kisses in everything inch of it, to then wrapped you in a towel and brush your hair with you sitting in his lap.

Then you both basically pass out on the bed till the day after at 2pm.

Where he woke you up with the best breakfast you had eaten in a long time and two tickets for Portofino and all the bags already packed as he also showed you in some other ways how sorry he was.

THE END.

[valsarchives]

as it was - t.c

face claim: lily-rose depp

a/n: pls don’t think i hate taylor i adore her 🥹

Part 2 here | Part 3 here

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enews looks like our couple is having happy time on their vacation 😍 Let us know what you think in comments!

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timotheefan3 he should’ve been with taylor tho

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tchalamet ma meilleure moitié, before I made this post I called your mom and dad, and thanked them for bringing you to this life (I literally said “thank you for making her” because I was excited and I embarrassed myself but we won’t talk about that) thank you for making me a better man and giving me all the happiness I could ask for. You bring my life the light and colors I needed. And I can’t thank you enough for that. Keep shining my baby. I love you more than life itself. Happy birthday angel girl ♥️

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enews According to a close source, Timothèe Chalamet and Y/N L/N called it quits. They said it is because of the hate she gets and that makes her depressed and they can’t have a healthy relationship together. We are sorry for them.

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Chapter 4 - A glass of Bourbon from Denison

The Highwayman Series | Chapter 3 | Chapter 5

You’d agreed to work that evening with Penny but you’d spent most of the day just sat, tending to lightning. You didn’t want to speak to anyone, lost in your thoughts. “Hey, sugar” that infamous drawl came from behind you, you shut your eyes and breathed slowly, but refused to reply. Your mouth wouldn’t allow. “I know y’ told me to go. I know ‘m sorry-” “did my daddy tell ya he’d make me kick the bucket?” You asked and silence ensued “darlin,” “answer the question, hangman” he smiles and you can almost hear it “yes” “is tha’ why y’ broke your promise? That why y’ never came back?” You asked and he shoved his hands into his pockets and fidgeted his feet “yes.” You nod, still not looking at him. “Daddy had a stroke. Damn nearly killed ‘im finding us” you tell him “m sorry” he replies and you just shake your head, finally turning “what was I to you, Jake?” He surveys your face, eyes lingering on his hat on your head. “Everything.” You just look at him “fuck you were the world, my life, my light. God left a piece of me here” he shakes his head. You turn back to the horse, trying to prevent him from seeing you cry. “Goodbye, Jake.” You say, sobbing slightly and you hear nothing, only feeling arms wrapping around you and pulling you into his embrace as you cry and hit his chest as he let you. Understanding that he’d just left you without an explanation. “You’re still everything. I still love you.” He says and you just look up at him, chin resting on his chest; eyes red and sore, lips swollen. You grit your jaw. “Sheriff’s daughter” he smiles and shakes his head “got me damned wrapped around your finger, girl.” You laugh and tip your hat back so he could kiss your forehead.

You push him back. “Get out o' here.” You laugh slightly, wiping away your tears. “Go on, get. My daddy’s about to do his rounds” you say and he behinds to walk away, doing as told “Jakey” you call after him and he stops dead, eyes closed. He hadn’t heard that name in years. Not from your lips. It was blissful. “Yeah, pretty?” He turns “I’m working at the Hard Deck tonight.” You say; motioning to the saloon across the way, and he smirks “guess me and the boys'll be need a drink then.”

The bar was bustling, as Penny had promised. Men drinking to celebrate the end of a working week, a few already having a substantial more drink than they should’ve. You felt an elbow in your side, and you look to Penny who’s smirking and nodding her head towards the door “your hangman’s here” she says and the two of you connect eyes at you attempt to suppress your smile. The four of them headed across the saloon to the bar, rooster tipping hit hat at you. “What can I get y’all?” You ask “I’ll have a tall glass of you, sweetheart” rooster replied with a joking laugh but the look being shot into the side of his face suggested otherwise “shut up, Brad” you reply with a small giggle “I’ll serve the distinguished ones.” You reply, turning to Bob and Coyote “what can I get y'fine gentlemen?” “I’ll have a whiskey. Any ya recommend” Coyote replied with a smile you nodded then turned to Bob who motioned for you to lean in. He leant to your ear “can I have a glass ‘o milk? Liquor don’t settle on my stomach” he whispered sheepishly “y’ want me to hide it as a drink, darlin’?” You ask and he perks up and nods “comin’ right up, gents” you say and turn away hearing two scoffs “damn lil lady, what bad customer service!” Jake jokingly complains “well when y’all learn to be polite I’ll serve ya, let me know when that is.” You reply, pouring Jake’s favourite whiskey into two glasses, another with rum as you’d remembered Rooster’s preference. Then you grab the shaker and hide the milk to poor it in, shaking it then poring it into a port glass, sliding it across the bar to Bob with a wink. “What’s he got?” Coyote asked “well if you were cultured in your drink you’d know. Called ‘con leche’.” You tell him matter-of-factly and you see Bob smile.

You pass the whiskey to Coyote, then the other two to Rooster and Hangman. “We ain’t even order yet.” Bradley complained and you raised a brow “what? Captain Smith rum ‘nd glass of bourbon from Denison. Isn’t that right?” Brad raised his brows “good memory, girl” he said, knocking back his drink. “Can I send a drink to someone?” Jake asked and your mouth ran dry “sure” “whiskey watered down with lemonade” he said and you grinned, he remembered too. “And who would you like that sending too?” You ask, leaning over the bar “oh this mighty fine bar maid. Real stunner, she is.” He says “sorry sir, Penny don’t drink lemonade.” You reply and he shakes his head, drinking his whiskey and chuckling.

A few hours later and a couple of drinks being drank, the final call was made and a few patrons began to pay their tabs and leave. “What do I owe ya?” Brad asked, dropping his sun glasses and batting his eyelashes at you to which you laugh “nothin’ any of ya.” You say “ya sure?” He asked and you nodded “just want the lot of ya to stay out of trouble and out o' my daddy’s sight.” You reply, telling them to get gone back upstairs to Maverick's through the back door rather than the front. “I’ll hold back, walk ya home.” Jake said as the other three bid their good nights. You shake your head “it’s fine, it’s only over the road” you reply, shrugging on your jacket. “I ain’t movin’.” He replies and you just shake your head, hugging Penny goodbye and allowing him to walk you out.

“Y' gonna go ‘nd get yourself killed, boy” you tell him and he shrugs “rather die knowing I had ya than live knowing I don’t get ya” he replied, going no further than the entryway of your house. You sigh and look at him “god I missed ya” you say, crossing your arms over your chest and looking up at him, he lifted an arm over your head to rest on the top of the entrance, the other hand coming to rest on your waist. “Y' ain’t even real.” He whispered. “What would’ve happened?” You asked, cocking your head to the side. “To what, darlin?” He asks, southern drawl growing stronger as he feels your breath against his own. “If he’d never have ran y’out?” He thinks for a moment. “Well we’d probably have a house, Id’ve given up this highway gig.” He says, counting something in his mind “three or four young‘uns by now. Married, y’know baby. The works.” He says and swallows, imagining what could’ve been.

You chew your lip as he speaks “y’like the sound of that? God couldn't get that image out of my head. Pregnant with my children” he saw your eyes darken and he wraps the arm further around your waist, pulling you into him. “Could still happen darlin. We’re still young.” He whispers “'ndmy daddy still hates ya” you reply and he grunts “he ain’t gonna be round much longer” he says leaning to kiss you but you stop him, reclining back “my daddy may be an ass, but he’s still my daddy. Don’t you bad talk him.” You say and he sighs “I know girly, m’sorry. Gonna have to try harder to get his blessing, ain’t I?” He smirks and you giggle, this time allowing him to dip his head and catch your lips with his.

It was as if he’d never been away, as if he’d never left. Your lips remembered his own; like enzyme and substrate: locking perfectly together, only made for each other and no one’s else. He still had that small scar on his bottom lip, bumpy and unhealed from where he’d still bite it. “Ya let another man touch ya sugar?” He asks, growling against your lips and resting his forehead on your own. “No sir. Just you.” You say and he feels a deep clench in his stomach “you had another lady?” You ask and he picks you up, pushing you against the wall “no sugar, can’t look at another girl without thinking about ya.” He says “got me fucking hypnotised. If this was Salem you’d be tried” he joked “we’re both dead, might as well go out with ya.” You say.

“Bet you’re still as sweet as I remember” he retorts and you scoff “please, we never got to do nothin’” you reply, remembering when your father entered before you’d gotten far enough “well I ain’t gonna wait another five years” he promises and you think for a moment, looking at the empty and darkened street, then into your house, which was quiet. He was asleep.

“This better be worth dying for, Seresin.” You say, grabbing his hand and pulling him into the house and up the stairs.

Chapter 3 | Chapter 5

[localplaguenurse]

Oh right are y’all ready to see what the noggin had brewing during my finals?

Hint: it’s depraved, I’m pretty sure Wifey is just a my whump character now

So I was thinking about what kind of experiments dottore would do if he ever got his hands on Wifey.

I’m gonna spare you from the worst of it because I want to look at least a little bit sane

Well first he would take it as an opportunity for him to test if wifey’s body can sustain and control the geo gnosis since they have part of Morax’s power, after pantalone wants his mora.

My theory is that they can but not in the way dottore wants it, its incredibly unstable and even if he somehow placed restrictions on the gnosis to only produce mora I doubt Wifey would have the capabilities to do something like that since there are so many details in a single mora coin and not to mention they would have to produce millions of it (because with the abundance of mora, it’s value as a single coin is quite low)

And not the mention the physical effects of having a gnosis ripped out of you and then placed back in on a daily basis, it would leave them so weak and then have to repeat all over again?

Also extorting the fact that Wifey cannot physically die before Morax, I think they would only give them just enough food to survive

And that’s only normal Wifey, can you imagine abyss Wifey?

Dottore has been wanting to get childe on his surgical table for years, and since Wifey and childe have similar abilities after coming out of the abyss…. Well dottore Is going to have a field day with that

So many things he can learn about the abyss just by subjecting Wifey to experiments and discovering the secrets to the foul legacy form.

Also I wouldn’t put it past him if or when Wifey starts to become numb to it and they stop reacting, dottore would start telling them how he hunted and killed theyre children

Y’all so I wrote 90% of the answer this morning, went to check a notification and the app crashed. I started refusing my answer right now, literally set my phone down to plug my laptop in, and it crashed again. Tumblr does not want me to answer this. 

Anyways, to clarify: Wifey is the “won’t die unless directly killed” flavour of immortal. You CAN kill them, you’re just gonna have to try a little harder because the adeptal healing keeps them from succumbing to more extreme injuries. That said, I don’t imagine it allows them to, say, regrow limbs, and if the injury is bad enough it WILL leave scars and other possible damage. 

The only reason Wifey can actually handle the gnosis inside them is because they’re married to the previous owner. It’s not that it like recognizes Wifey as Rex Lapis’ wife, it’s that the healing Wifey inherited from Morax keeps them from at the very least keeling over. I also like to imagine that because it’s specifically Morax’s adeptus energy, the gnosis sort of recognizes that. It’s kinda like vaccine logic, I guess.

That said, I imagine the main BIG reason the mora doesn’t form right is not JUST because Wifey’s technically mortal, it’s that they don’t even use Geo. The Geo Gnosis belonged to the Geo Archon, a god literally MADE of geo, and now Dottore’s sticking it in a mortal* dendro vision wielder. I’m not saying stick it in a geo user, or stick the dendro gnosis in Wifey, but like... probably should’ve anticipated it wouldn’t work.

As for Abyss Wifey, god that poor thing. They hate that part of them because it reminds them of such a horrifying and traumatic time of their life. The only “good” that came of it was their Foul Legacy, because it means they can’t get hurt anymore, no one would dare to go near them. 

Not only would being abducted and experimented on because of your monster form suck on its own, but Dottore has the strength to rival the gods. Wifey won’t stand a chance, and you know what that means, right? It means that even their ugliest and most vicious side, the one born from their trauma, will not save them. It means that anything in theory can happen to them, and whatever is going to happen will be so much worse than the Abyss. 

When Wifey goes catatonic, they might not even react to Dottore saying he’s killed their children, because they know that couldn’t happen. Their children wouldn’t let that happen. Morax wouldn’t let that happen. Surely it… it’s not true. It’s not true. As the days go by with no signs of help, they’ll start to believe it more and more and have a full breakdown. They’d do nothing but cry or stare into nothingness until help arrived or...

Abyss Wifey, on the other hand, will immediately go to tear out his fucking throat. They have to be sedated most days because they activate Foul Legacy every chance they get to try and kill him. Even if help arrives, they’re not leaving until they’ve put Prime’s head on a pike. 

I should tell you to stop whumping Wifey, if only because it gives me ideas myself. Also, beta will gut us.

[restinslices]

(I swear to y’all, imma go back to Mortal Kombat. But I have to rant. Imma pretend it’s the early 2000s and rant about Twilight. If you’re pro any of the Cullens, don’t even read this)

I’m not saying Jacob should’ve kissed Bella, but my thing is this; Jacob kisses you and you call him a dog and say you hope Edward kills him. Edward has done foul shit the ENTIRE SERIES and you let him slide repeatedly. There’s this part where Bella gets mad and says something like “at least Edward an act like an adult”. Bitch. He IS AN ADULT. What do you mean? Bella is way more harsh when it comes to Jacob and I don’t get why she holds so much anger towards this child and holds him to this high standard but has none of these feelings when it comes to the old ass adult she’s with. Since I’m typing, Stephanie Myers is weird and idc what y’all say. I remember Bella described Leah as beautiful in an EXOTIC way. MA’AM? It feels like she realized how asshole-ish the Cullens are and tried to make the wolves seem worse but all I’m thinking is “they’re definitely in the right when it comes to not liking the Cullens”.

The wolves don’t like vampires because they’re a safety risk. The Cullens being there (keep in mind, they’re rich enough to leave and never come back) is triggering these young ass people to turn into wolves. The Cullens don’t like the wolves because?? They have no valid reason. Edward constantly says the wolves are dangerous and yeah, they’re not the safest to be around but compared to vampires they’re a lot safer. Bella has only been harmed by vampires and only the vampires have tried to end her life. James, Laurent, Jasper, Victoria, the new born army that’s forming, the Volturi. She’s only been in danger because of the wolves once. Like, I don’t get how Stephanie expects us to agree with Edward when there’s proof that the wolves are way safer. Not 100% safe but better than vampires. And while I love Seth, I swear Seth is the “you’re not like the others” character. They only like Seth because he doesn’t hold animosity towards them as if that animosity isn’t valid. It’s giving “you’re not like other blacks, you talk proper” (ik he’s not black, it’s an example). I’m finishing the books because I’m too deep to quit but I wish they let Victoria finish the job.

[gummybear1031]

The randomizer ended up choosing "Freaky," which I honestly ended up loving.

I’m not a Vince Vaughan fan, but I love “Freaky Friday” (Jamie Lee Curtis and Lindsey Lohan FTW!), and I like most of Blumhouse’s stuff.

If Isaac was planning on getting laid, that’s not happening now.

I was raised that you don’t wander around people’s homes and touch their shit without permission. And you especially don’t pick up their expensive ass basement wine.

Oh, cool! Vince is a killer like Jason, not a realistic one. That wine bottle thing was really cool.

All of these early kills are so cool. Definitely feeling the ‘70s-80s slasher vibes. Also, how tall is Vince? He looks huge compared to the kids.

Girl! Stay in the hidden closet back until the cops show up. You may get shot, but that’s more survivable than whatever Vince is going to do to you!

I probably shouldn’t say, “I told you so,” to the murdered teenager, but… I told you so!

I am already anti Josh. Between the “black weiner” comment and the fact that he’s okay with date raping dudes.

Y’all need to get Millie therapy. She can’t see how hot she is, which means she may have some dysmorphia happening.

And she seems to still be hung up on her dad’s death. She should’ve gotten therapy for that already, but she definitely needs it now.

Also, also, I think she was on “Supernatural.” Definitely needs therapy.

Cameron! That mustache is wild. Oh. It’s a douche’stache.

When I was in high school (and uni), if anybody treated the mascot like that, the coach would make them eat their jockstrap. And beaver jokes were absolutely treated like you’d pulled your dick out. (Oregon! Though our mascot was a “pioneer.”)

Also, our homecoming dance was right after the football game. We seriously had to shower in the locker rooms and then go to homecoming court. Except that year they canceled the dance because there was a fight in the cafeteria earlier that week.

Mascots are on the cheerleading team. Where is the cheerleading coach? Vince could take both of them, I’m sure.

Though, maybe not, our coach used to lift people to demonstrate how to do it properly.

Why do they never wait for half a second longer? You can’t see the guy for five seconds, he’s obviously not gone.

This is the absolute scariest place a person could wake up.

Wait, the football game was on Thursday? That means this school has the *mascot* go to the *JV games.* How big is this damn school?

This is absolutely the most disgusting thing I’ve ever seen. The Butcher’s eating habits are worse than any of his kills.

Not!Millie is holding a knife creepily while not saying anything. Why is Cop Sis acting like that’s remotely normal? Even for someone who has been traumatized?

Ryler would be the worst person to come out to. She’s going to immediately put it on TikTok.

Told ya!

Millie, sweetie. Why are you showering in the girls’ locker room?

The school has a cryo unit? For women’s athletics?!? How big is this high school?

Not as cool as when Jason did it, but still good.

“You’re Black! I’m gay! We’re so dead!” is still just as good despite it being played to death on the commercials.

I also love that Nyla and Josh keep kicking her ass even after she puts the weapon down. They wouldn’t survive a horror movie, but not because they were stupid.

I’m not sure that I would’ve tried the Beaver Dance to get through to my friends, but it worked.

I am also tall enough to see over most bathroom stalls. It’s annoying.

HAHAHA! I love the Spanish teacher. Also, it *is* weird that an Aztec dagger has an inscription in Spanish. I wonder if that’s going to mean something later or if it’s just a lampshade hanging.

Poor Butcher. The teacher probably deserves to get his ass beat, but Butcher forgot how small he is now. He’s literally like a foot shorter.

You know what, Cameron? I will absolutely not be upset when you get murdered.

I’ve never heard “excited” as a euphemism for “gay” before, but I like it.

The Butcher has literally the best come back to a groper ever.

Is this a horror themed indoor mini golf place? That’s amazing! I would absolutely live there! Also, mini golf was created by service members in Fayetteville, N.C.

Millie enjoying how the Butcher dressed her and did her makeup is wild but also great. Butcher clearly has been reading his Vogue because he is accentuating all of his assets.

Murder Barbie is absolutely a doll that should exist. I know so many goths who would buy it.

Is this kid getting ready to come out as straight? This whole confusion is so unbelievable. I ugly laughed.

The confession was so unbelievable I called it a confusion.

Don’t put your head against the door! He’s going to stab you! Told ya.

This is the second grossest thing in the movie. Not because it’s two dudes, but because one is Vince Vaughn.

Is it just me or have all the victims after the Butcher ended up in Millie’s body deserved to be killed? (Maybe not Ryler, even though she’s awful.)

Butcher came through that wall like fricking Jason!

(Most) Cops don’t actually shoot into the sky like that for exactly that reason. Also the bit where gravity is a thing.

Yay! Millie is back in her body! Now she can get kisses!

Oh, there’s no way the Butcher is actually dead. I’ve seen way too many of these to believe that.

“Char, you left the door open again!” Millie, surely you are more genre savvy than this now. He’s in the damn house. Get out.

Oh, yeah! The whole family is kicking his ass. You go, ladies!

The ending line is ridiculous, and I love it.

[imtooscaredforthis]

Antagonist

Chapter Eight: Nice

Mentions of: Knives, threats, Frank being an asshole, and also the zombie apocalypse bcs Bill

A/N: Here’s another chapter for y’all

Tags: @prettycutebunny @autisticpickle @dead-bxxxtch-walking @moonshineinasippycup @froegis

Once again, you awoke, thankfully with that horrible aching feeling gone, numbed down to the occasional dull pains in your body, and a heavy fatigue. You’re laying on a dirty old mattress, new bandages wrapped around your stomach, your tank top slightly raised above it. Someone must’ve changed them while you were asleep.

Where are you? Your memory’s a little fuzzy. The last thing you remember was fixing Susie up, helping her walk through the woods, then seeing that Ski Lodge and taking her there

“Well, look who’s finally up.” A familiar voice greeted. Sitting up, you looked in front of you, finding Frank, standing there.

He’s leaning up against the door frame, tossing his switchblade before flipping it around his hand. You move backward, a look of distrust crossing your face. “What the hell, were you watching me sleep?”

“Watch your tone, and no, I just got here a couple of minutes ago. I was waiting for you to wake up.” He warned, but his voice seemed softer and had less of a harsh edge to it like it normally does.

“What do you want from me?” You sat up straight, eyeing the door behind him. He’s blocking all of your exits, and you can’t help but feel trapped.

How can you trust him when he’s lied to you before? When all he’s done is kill you and insult you? You know he didn’t have a choice, but still, he doesn’t have to be such a prick all the time.

“Susie told us everything. The others are all out in trials right now, and she wanted to say Thanks, so…”

Everything? As in everything everything? Including the fact that you tried to kill her? You can’t help but feel like there’s something else Frank wants to say, something else he wants to do. Maybe hurt you for hurting one of his own, or something like that.

“That’s it?” You asked, still unsure if you should trust him. “Uhm, yeah? What else were you expecting?”

“Well, it seems like every time we talk, I end up dying. And you’re normally a lot more angry and stabby.” You told him.

He paused, looking up at you, before pulling the blade out. Slowly, he walked over to you, with the butterfly knife hovering over your face. He moved even closer, before gently tracing it down your cheek.

“That does sound fun, doesn’t it? Killing you again? Who knows, maybe the third time’s a charm, and you’ll actually stay dead.” He remarked coldly, and you glared at him, too tired to move. It wouldn’t be smart, anyways, he could cut your throat with the snap of his wrist.

Then, he pulled away, laughing hysterically. “You should’ve seen the look on your face. That was pure gold. I’m just fucking with you, babe. I’m not gonna kill you. Wouldn’t wanna upset Susie when we just got her back.”

“You’re a sadistic asshole, you know that?” You spat bitterly, getting to your feet, and preparing to leave. “Well, you’re not exactly a charmer yourself, doll.”

You scoffed, right about to storm off, when Frank grabs your arm, pulling you back. “Wait. Again, Thanks, from everyone.”

“I don’t get why you guys are so thankful. I mean, I tried to kill her.” You admitted, still feeling guilty about the whole situation.

“Well, yeah. You could’ve just left her there, but you didn’t. Even after everything she said that you were kind to her, and helped her calm down a bit. So, we’re good now.” He explained.

“Uh, no. I’m glad you guys are thankful or whatever, but I’m only good with Susie. I don’t trust the rest of you. Especially not you, oh no. You and I are not on good terms.” You told him, before tearing your wrist away from his grip and walking off.

“Noted. See you around, toots!”

–

After a long and exhausting walk back to the campfire, you finally made it. You let yourself lay down and rest your head against the log, shutting your eyes and sighing.

“You look…rough.” A familiar voice said. Opening one eye, you spotted Bill, sitting on the log beside you. The familiar scent of cigarette smoke entered your nose, making it twitch slightly, but you couldn’t help but find it comforting.

You can’t believe how relieved you feel seeing him again. Plus, you can really use a smoke right now. “That’s a nice way of putting it. But yeah, I've had a long day. Are there even days here? You know what? I don’t give a shit anymore.”

“Wanna talk about it?” He asked, offering you a cigarette. Sitting up, you take it from him, letting him light the cigarette with his own.

“Not really…I kinda had to see some shit from the past that I didn’t want to see. And I had to see it from another perspective, which made it all worse. Like, at the moment, you think you’re doing the right thing, but seeing how you affect others it just…messes you up.”

He nodded with a solemn look on his face. He agreed. You’re sure he’s had his fair share of traumatizing experiences too, especially since he was in the military.

“You served, right? Was it the Vietnam war? Or- You don’t have to answer if you don’t want-”

“Don’t worry about it kid, and yeah, I did.” He replied. “My grandfather served during the Vietnam war, and my Dad did too. I think my grandfather also served during World War II, and the Korean War too. Hey, maybe you knew them.”

He reminds you a lot of your grandfather, and you have a good feeling you remind him of someone too. Maybe that’s why you get along so well.

He grinned, letting out a soft chuckle. “I hate to break it to you, kid, but I don’t think we’re from the same place.”

“Really? Why’s that?” You raised an eyebrow, a curious look on your face.

“Well, where I’m from, things have all gone to shit.” Was all he said in response, piquing your curiosity.

“Oh come on, you’ve got to be more specific than that. Is the world ending or something? Nuclear warfare? The zombie apocalypse?” His expression changed at that, making you realize.

“Holy shit!” You exclaimed, sitting straight up, an excited look on your face, much more energetic than once before. “Shhh, keep your voice down.”

“Okay, okay. But you’ve gotta tell me some stories sometime.”

[fictionalreads]

9-1-1 Lone Star Season 3 Episode 18

Judd

Oh thank God he was off the elevator.

Where the hell did that man go? I feel like the mom in transformers “how did you get over there so fast?”

Like I said, that guys an ass. Why the fuck would he lie about being firefighter?

SHES LABELED AS MY HEART IN HIS PHONE

“911 called him? I’m sticking with that dude.” ���

Awe Hugo. Should’ve stayed with the group.

“He’s got the job and he’s been promoted”

Awe Judd. You get the 126 if something happens to Owen.

Owen

Why is he dreaming of Gwen?

He looks odd. Like I know this is the past but they could’ve done better with how he looks.

Awe. The cancer could be back.

Okay relax, it might not even be cancer. No need to kill yourself.

What did I say? Don’t kill yourself. TK don’t need that right now.

Second one what?

What the fuck? Oh he’s having a moment. It’s in his head.

Owen it’s in your mind. You can’t get him out.

They had to talk to somebody, Owen. You aren’t married so they talked to your son.

LMAO Tommy! “You have a fungal infection!🥳 I assume this means you don’t have cancer”

TK

LMAO Y’all got into a fight cause you don’t have a will?! That’s hilarious.

They aren’t lying though, if anybody should have a will in that house, it is most definitely you.

Oh poor TK.

OH TK SUITED UP AND WENT IN AFTER HIM Or at least I thought I saw him down there.

LMAO WHY CARLOS JUMP UP LIKE THAT?!

….Did he just propose?

OH MY GOD HE PROPOSED!!!!

Awe Carlos doesn’t want to get excited yet.

Maybe he’s saying yes so he can go back to sleep 😂🥰

AHHHHHHH IM SO HAPPY FOR THEM

LMAO Mateo being the only one not to understand.

Wyatt

Oh Wyatt. Get back to safety.

You’re part of the family now. They will recognize you everywhere.

She’s right. He would’ve immediately gone in to get you.

Grace

I hate when shows do this. How does she automatically know it’s her Wyatt? Like there’s no other Wyatt’s in the world. The other lady could’ve at least said his last name and made it make more sense.

She said my husband made it this far. Do not kill him getting him down.

Miscellaneous

This guy seems like an ass. Lowkey.

I take it back. Highkey.

[fils91]

The Never-Ending Mistreatment of Butters Essay/Rant

Butters Stotch deserves so much better. He does not belong with the worst parents in Western animation history nor does he belong in the worst town in Western animation history.

This essay/rant contains mentions of child abuse, which comes as no shock. If you’re a victim like me, then it’s best to not read any further. The only reason I’m writing this is because I have to get this out in the open. Read below the cut if you’re willing to.

Here goes nothing.

His day-in-the-limelight episode “Butters’ Very Own Episode” is a documentation of just how fucked up his life is. Y’all already know that by now, and that’s only the beginning of Trey and Matt’s obsession with torturing him (second only to Kyle).

After Butters replaces Kenny beginning with “Jared Has Aides”, he gets mistreated by the Main Three, which leads to easily the show’s most unforgivable moment. Cartman impersonates Butters to insult his parents over the phone, then sets up a chair from a distance from his house to sadistically watch his parents angrily come home and beat the ever-loving fuck out of Butters.

Who the fuck do T&M think they are pulling that stunt? If you ask me, that’s the ultimate defining moment of them being nihilistic, misanthropic, hateful human beings. They have zero disrespect for anybody suffering from trauma. It’s no surprise that Comedy Central themselves thought that was too far and banned the episode… before re-airing it with that scene edited. They should’ve permanently banned it.

It doesn’t stop there. They had the audacity to have Butters’ own grandmother bully him, and it actually made me cry. Thankfully, my own grandma never did that to me, but why the fuck would T&M still do that to Butters? Why do they insist on having everyone in his family be abusive shit-stains to him? Or everyone in town for that matter?

And then there’s the virtual reality episode. Just to further trigger me once more, Stephen has the audacity to claim that his and Linda’s parenting is “awesome”. These people have no right parenting or being in civil life. They belong in jail or in a mental hospital. And near the end of the episode, a repeat of the infamous ending of “Jared Has Aides” almost happened, and I was begging Stan to hurry up and do something before I rage the fuck out.

And as the biggest “fuck you” that T&M would give us, everything was just a virtual reality session. That does not excuse what the fuck they pulled. My PTSD getting triggered like that is beyond disrespectful, beyond irredeemable, beyond unacceptable.

I honestly have zero idea why people like Trey and Matt get away with pissing everybody off like that and still be alive and having careers. I can say the same for the creators of “Family Guy”, and one of them is not Seth MacFarlane–though he is to blame for allowing its infamous content through since he is the executive producer, which means he can veto a script that he disapproves of. The problem is, he hates working on the show so much that he’s attempting to bring himself down without having to resort to breaching his contract. He does not have to continue letting it run like that. Just veto the offensive shit. He’s making himself responsible for the show’s infamy.

But back to “South Park” and T&M’s hatred for Butters.

After the ass-pull that was the VR episode, Butters is still getting dumped on. The moment that they attempted to kill him off in the dreadful and misguided “Safe Space” had my heart pounding, tears forming, hoping that he pulled through. Thankfully, he did. 

Then there’s the “Post Covid” specials, where his future self went insane from neglect and caused him to be a NFT-shilling mental patient. Season 25 was where T&M was attempting to make that timeline happen by having Cartman selfishly fuck himself and his own mother over. We have to wait until Season 26 for the outcome. 

The “St. Patrick’s Day Credigree Weed Special” was peak Butters torture porn. Apart from having him regress back to his naive self, he gets arrested for pinching someone who he thought wasn’t wearing green, gets abused by a lawyer when he pinched her (hope the cunt lost her fucking job over that), gets tasered by a cop (after he unreasonably overreacts to him getting pinched by Butters), almost gets shot dead by the police because he’s too panicked to even consider to just stop running, and is eventually left with five years of community service.

The second part of “Streaming Wars” has him getting grounded for the umpteenth time for his involvement in the streaming wars. I’m pretty sure he knows the drill of “no fun because you’re grounded” by now, Stephen, you demeaning fuck. I hope you and Linda will feel very proud when he turns out terribly in the future. And treating his room like a prison in “Oh, Jeez” with all those locks on his door… I just want Social Services to do something at this point. Just don’t let controversially cringey Mr. Adams handle the case.

I despise how absolutely twisted people are. They do everything they can to get a rise out of people. It comes off as no surprise that I’m a cynical misanthrope. If anybody who has suffered like Butters, I’m certain they will be on my side when it comes to the constant, neverending mistreatment of Butters by the creators. 

Trey and Matt finally decided to put Tegridy Farms to rest. I hope to fucking God they will eventually put the Butters abuse to rest and just give Butters a goddamn break for once. He deserves a break. He deserves it.

[buckyismybicycle]

Hold Onto Me: Chapter 5

Pairing: WS!Bucky x Reader [AO3 LINK] Rating: Teen for now, Explicit later Tags/Warnings: canon-typical violence, canon-divergent, angst, fluff, music soothes the soul y’all, so many other tags to come Summary:  You happen to get caught in the Winter Soldier’s attack one day, but you don’t expect to ever see him again. You definitely don’t expect him to show up at your home, bleeding. You definitely, definitely don’t expect to want to go on the run with him.

A/N: OOps. I am actually behind on posting chapters!!! Don’t kill me. 

One day there came a soft knock and you both stood upright immediately. The thing is, even though sometimes it felt heavenly, you both still wore your shoes in the house, or slept with them right beside your mattress.

Bucky slid beside the door frame so that he would be right behind the door when it opened and you look through the peephole.

“Landlady,” you mouthed, waving him to sheath his knife that you hadn’t even noticed he pulled out. Had it already been a month? Goodness. Making sure you look presentable you open the door with a convincing smile.

“Mrs. Brown good evening! How are you?”

“Oh, I’m doing lovely my dear. How about you, how is the apartment treating you?”

“It’s been lovely, thank you so much.”

“That’s great! Now I know you said that you only planned to stay one month but you seem pretty cozy here so I wanted to see if you’d like the apartment for the next month too before I go posting.”

Your eyes remain focussed on the pleasant woman in front of you but in your peripheral vision, you watch for Bucky’s reaction, but he remains still.

“That’s very generous of you Mrs. Brown, thank you for the offer. Can I think about it and get back to you tomorrow? If I decide to stay for the next month I’ll have the deposit for you as well.”

“Of course, of course. Have a good night my dear!”

“Goodnight Mrs. Brown!”

“We shouldn’t stay in one place for too long,” Bucky whispers as soon as he hears Mrs. Brown’s footsteps fade. You look around at your little space. There are no personal touches of course, but it has been home for four weeks now.

“Would another month be so bad?” You asked nervously. It’s not exactly like you had a guide on how to escape capture. Bucky gnawed on his bottom lip and thought hard.

“One more month. We’ll pay her upfront, so if anything happens, we can boot it,” he shrugs. It warms your heart to see his concern for Mrs. Brown.

“Okay.”

You knew that even though it wasn’t anything, it still spooked Bucky a bit and he was back to his twitchy self. Telling him stories about your childhood seemed to hold his attention fairly well though, so you told him a lot of stories. The shocking part was when he offered one up himself.

“I had a sister,” he says tentatively. “Becca. Rebecca? Baby Bex,” he laughed.

“We were pretty well behaved, for kids, anyway. Our ma was gone early on so we left… I wanna say Indiana. Our pops was stationed in the military up in Jersey so that’s where we went. Few days, anyway. Obviously couldn’t have a couple of brats the same placed you’re keeping grenades. Aunt Ida was in Brooklyn though, took us on for a couple of years. She got sick just like ma did though, and me and Bex weren’t near old enough to be by ourselves. They sent Bex off to boarding school. I never saw her again. I keep thinking… All this time. I should’ve. I thought about her everyday. After I got shipped out I thought ‘what the hell were my last words to her?’ And I can’t remember. I don’t know if I forgot on my own or if it was burned outta me, but I don’t know.”

You drape your arms over his shoulders, just so he knew you were close. He doesn’t cry, but he doesn’t move away. You run your hand soothingly up and down, not really sure if he can feel it in the titanium, but he closes his eyes and stays in your arms so you stay.

No matter how much you wanted to take his pain away, you couldn’t, so you kiss him sweetly instead, your body following wherever his hands lead you. Somewhere, in the tangle of limbs on the couch, he sighs against your lips, happily, like he’s got a weight off his chest.

He seems calmer in the morning, but his eyes are always attentive; you get exhausted just watching him. So you asked him to teach you what he knew - what you should be looking out for, what he sees on patrols, how to fight.

He looks a little taken aback at the last request but you tried to argue it was probably the most important one.

“What if we get into a situation where we need to fight our way out?!”

“You should never have to fight, if that ever happens, you stay behind me.”

“I can’t just hide behind you while you risk your life!”

“You know what I can do. I’m not going to let anyone hurt you.”

“I know you wouldn’t! But I don’t want to feel useless. Like you have to carry me everywhere, I want to be able to take care of myself. I don’t want to be a burden to you.” And you can feel your eyes stinging at the truth of it - that you’ll slow him down and he’ll leave you behind.

“You’re never going to be a burden to me,” he states. Still, you can’t help the small sniffle that escapes you.

Bucky stares at you with those calculating blue eyes, his brows in a straight line, like he’s on the verge of giving in.

“Or what if something happens to me when I’m out by myself?” And yeah, maybe that’s playing dirty a bit but Bucky heaves a sigh and you know you’ve won.

He goes for an extra long run that night, and you’re just about to finish your 1000-piece puzzle of the Eiffel Tower.

“I found a good spot on the beach for some of your training. Secluded, quiet.”

“On the beach?” You were confused.

“Sand is softer than tile, I don’t want you to get hurt.” You laugh but truly appreciate the sentiment, that he was always looking out for you. So to show him just that, you launch yourself up from the floor and fling yourself into his arms, knowing that he’ll catch you.

“Thank you!” You exclaim as you kiss him, ignoring his protests that he needs to shower.

It’s hard for him to try and train you, so worried about his own strength and how fragile you were in his eyes.

“We start slow,” he starts. “Your legs - kicks - will be stronger than your punches, but your punches will be faster and easier to execute. We’re going to start with throwing a punch, different punches, and then how to block them. Though, I’d really prefer if you dodged them entirely.”

“Yes, sir,” you quip and he squints his eyes at you a little dangerously. You file that reaction away for later.

“Hands up, sweetheart.”

And so, he goes through the basics. It’s the most he’s ever spoken, and you think the extensive knowledge he has makes it easier for him, where he doesn’t have to think about the words, he just knows them. You go for three hours, and Bucky calls it quits for your sake even though you insist you can keep going.

“We still have to conserve some of your energy, sunshine. You did great, we’ll pick it up tomorrow. Get some rest.”

You tell him to go first, that you’re too wound up. When he heads to the mattress on the floor of the room, you take a breather and go over every detail, making some quick notes in your journal so you don’t forget.

Determined, you also set a goal for yourself and do a set of push-ups and sit-ups, hoping to increase the number every few days. You want to be at your best.

He teaches you how to read your opponent, judge their reach, which side to lean. Thankfully, the one advantageous thing about your smaller frame is that you’re quick and light on your feet. He takes it easy on you, obviously, but you find your rhythm pretty quickly.

When you’re both showered and done with dinner, Bucky tells you just how impressed he was, as he flops on the couch.

“Only because it was you, and I know how to read your body language.” You make it a point to sit on his lap, leg on either side of him.

And apparently, according to said body language, that really does something for him. He closes the distance and kisses you, hard. You moan happily against him, fingers tangled in his hair, and one hand pulling him closer still. He nips at your bottom lip before pulling away, just slightly.

“Bucky,” you whine against his lips, begging him to come back. Your hands come up to his broad shoulders, as you steal another kiss, and slide down his entire front before stopping at his pants. He’s never made a move to go further than your heavy petting, you haven’t even slept in the same bed yet always taking shifts. He just grabs your wrists, places kisses on both sets of knuckles and leans up for your lips once more. You can’t complain, not when he nips up and down your neck and sucks a mark right underneath your collarbone.

Bucky tells you it’s time to take it to the beach, and you get nervously excited. In the five weeks you’ve been living in the city, you’ve become fairly familiar with the neighbourhood, you never wandered far.

“Maybe we should bring everything… just in case,” you say tentatively.

“Yeah,” Bucky agrees with a single nod. It’s not difficult, since you lived out of your bags and made a habit not to leave your things scattered about.

Of course, Australia has beautiful beaches. The breeze was crisp and you took in the smell of the ocean air, loving how bright the stars were at night. For a moment, you wanted to forget your lessons and enjoy this sensation.

“What a beautiful view,” you say to Bucky, eyes glued to the crescent moon floating above the water.

“I know,” Bucky agrees and you feel your cheeks burn as you turn to him, finding him staring only at you.

“Sap,” you tease him, but it’s alright if you make it up with a kiss, right? He doesn’t seem to mind, judging by the way he kisses you back.

Every time you come out, you admire the moonlight. It bounces off the water and Bucky’s eyes, which only get more captivating as time passes. The moonlight is beautiful, it makes you feel at peace no matter what state you’re in, calms your nerves. Where Bucky calls you his sunshine, you call him your moonlight.

Here, in the open space, he makes you practice your kicks, and your footwork. The sand gives you a little more resistance, makes it more challenging, and you like it.

Then comes the painful part of the lessons.

“I have to teach you… if anyone ever gets the best of you, you have to know how to break free, or break your fall.” Bucky looks almost ill as he says it and you can tell exactly what’s bothering him.

“It’s okay Bucky, you won’t hurt me,” you say cheerfully. “If you do, by accident, it’s okay. I need to learn, it’s part of the process okay?” Bucky exhales a deep breath, trying to take your words to heart.

The first time he flips you over his shoulder, you almost squeal out loud. The air escapes out your lungs as you land on your back. Bucky was right, this would have sucked in the apartment, not to mention your neighbours would be wondering what the hell was going on.

“Sorry, angel.”

“Don't be,” you wheeze out. “Now how do I keep the air in my lungs on top of protecting my head?” Bucky laughs at your unexpected question, and it’s a beautiful sound.

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Accidentally Injuring Their Partner PT. 2

Part One Here

Y’all- the last one is like, my most popular post. As I’m currently writing this, it’s literally almost at 1K notes so... yeah. This one needed a lot of thought and effort if it’s going to meet people’s expectations. 

Please read the note I added at the end of the fic

Genre: angst

Type: drabbleshot

Warnings: gore, mentions of hospitals, crying, cursing, toxic relationships, self blame, some real ‘who cares how I feel, how do you feel?’ kind of unhealthy vibes, hazbin hotel reference (found in Todoroki’s section), talking down on oneself,

Other: this was requested multiple times, but this bitch was planning it before it was requested haha I’m so cool no I’m not I still feel like shit lmao. 

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Tomura Shigaraki

It was really all he could do to stare at you.

You’d moved from the theatre to an abandonment hospital, mostly to find any leftover supplies to help with your arm, or rather, lack thereof.

You’d only sort of expected this. Tomura lashing out at you, you getting hurt, you just didn’t expect it to result in you loosing a fucking arm.

Toga was helping to change your bandages, and Magne was speaking quietly with Twice, Spinner, and Compress.

Dabi was speaking with Shigaraki outside the room, and you couldn’t hear what they were saying. You were glad, you didn’t exactly want to hear his voice right now.

You didn’t think you were being that annoying, you thought you were just helping him. And you usually did. When he’d have his little tantrums, he’d get upset at you sure, but he’d never hurt you.

You knew you didn’t do anything differently than usual, maybe he was just more stressed than ordinary? Maybe you should’ve recognized that and altered yourself to fit accordingly.

Or maybe he’d just been horrible, and attacked you for no reason, and you had just been trying to help him.

You knew it was more likely the latter, but you couldn’t help but blame yourself. People don’t just try to kill their partners that they love so much

The door slid open, and Dabi stepped in. He glanced around the room, waving his hand to usher Magne, Spinner, Twice, and Compress out of the room. Today stood up, but you grabbed her hand.

Dabi pushed the door open a little wider, and your boyfriend stepped inside. For once, you were glad he had that horrible hand in his face, you knew that if he took it off you’d probably vomit.

“Call us in if you need anything.” Dabi offered uncharacteristically, sliding the door shut behind him.

Everything was quiet.

Not even the people in the hallway wanted to say anything.

He slowly walked towards you, pulling up a chair and sitting down.

You sat cross-legged on the creaky hospital bed, staring at him as Toga held your hand.

“Why are you here?” You asked quietly.

“I- I um. Why is she here?” Tomura ignored your question, pointing to Toga next to you.

“She’s here because she chopped off my arm after you dusted it. She’s here because she saved my life. Why are you here, Tomura?”

One of his hands lifted to his neck, scratching lightly.

“Shit- I didn’t want anyone else in here-“

“Why not? Don’t want anyone to see you loose yourself and hurt me more? Don’t want anyone here to save me?” You snapped.

“You- you know I didn’t mean it-“

“It doesn’t matter if you meant it or not, Shigaraki.” He flinched away when you spat out his last name like that. “I still got hurt. I lost a fucking arm because of you. How horrible are you that you have to cover up your own insecurities by trying to kill me? No really, I could have died.”

“I’m sorry!” He exclaimed, nails digging deeper into his neck. “I love you, okay? And I promised I’d protect you so-“

“So you broke your promise in the worst way possible.” You swung your legs over the side of the bed, squeezing Toga’s hand before letting go. You walked up to Shigaraki, lifting your hand and gripping his shoulder tightly.

“I’m going.” You whispered. “I can’t be around you. I still have family outside the League, friends that aren’t villains. I can build myself a semi-normal life. I’ll be happy without you.” You turned back to Toga, offering her a smile. “You can come over whenever you want, you’re my friend.” You headed towards the door.

You paused when you heard a soft noise, like a gargled scream. You turned around, seeing Shigaraki shaking.

“No, no please no- don’t go!” He spun around, grabbing your shoulders. You shoved him off you in an instant, curling into yourself

“GET OFF ME!” You screamed. But he was already launching himself at you again, you saw his palm flying towards your face. This time, it wasn’t an accident.

And you knew you wouldn’t make it out this time.

You were pulled back by a strong force, realizing Magne was holding you tight. Compress and Dabi were on either side of Shigaraki, holding him back, while Twice had ran to Toga.

“No! I’m sorry! I’m so sorry! Please don’t leave me!” He screamed, the hand fell loose on his face, tumbling down to the floor. You turned away, not wanting to see him.

You could only imagine his expression.

“Goodbye, Shigaraki.” You whispered, ducking out of Magne’s grip and rubbing off.

“Goodbye.”

Touya Todoroki/ Dabi

It had been a week since he’d seen you, a week since he’d felt your hands on his. A week since he’d heard your voice. A week since he’d seen your smile.

A week since he’d burned you.

Called you inferior.

Threatened to kill you.

Well there was certainly a reason why he hadn’t gone to see you since the incident.

But...

He missed you.

He felt so guilty, knowing what he’d said and done to you, and he needed to see you.

Maybe he was just being selfish.

Maybe he knew he’d done something wrong.

Maybe he needed to call you.

He flipped his phone upside down, then right side up again on the counter of the bar.

Toga sat on a stool next to him, tapping her hands against the marble in boredom.

“So... what’s up with you?” She asked, cocking her head and glancing at him.

“Like I’m telling a brat like you.” He growled, flipping his phone over again.

“You’ve been off all week!” She exclaimed, leaning towards him. “Somethings happened to you.”

“If i tells you a little, will you shut up?”

“Mhm mhm!”

“Ughhhhh fine. I had a fight with someone close to me. I... I really hurt them. I know it. I haven’t spoken to them in a week.”

“So... Dabi has a soft spot?”

“That’s not the point of this. Also say that again and I’ll kill you.”

“Oookay then. You should just call them. Say something to them and apologize.” She offered with a shrug.

Dabi sighed, pressing his face into his hands.

“They don’t want to talk to me. Trust me on that.”

“Welp- that’s just my advice. Cent for my thoughts kind of thing except you didn’t pay me. You owe me a penny.”

Toga shrugged, hopping off the chair and leaving the room.

“Don’t owe you shit.” Dabi grumbled, glowering down at his phone again. He pulled up your contact, staring at the picture he’d set for you.

You had a bright smile, emoji hearts decorating your cheeks. It was from your first ‘date.’ When you’d hung out at your place after he broke in looking for shelter and food.

You’d taken care of him, let his spend the night, and even offered to let him stay whenever he needed to.

You were an Angel on earth.

And he’d burnt you.

Called you dirty.

And selfish.

You were anything but.

Ring

Ring

Ring

“Why the hell are you calling me?”

“I-“

“Dabi. Why are you calling me? You hate me, don’t you?”

“I don’t hate you...”

“Jeez, coulda fooled me.”

“Baby...”

“Don’t call me that.”

“I- I didn’t mean it.” He choked out. “Everything I said, I didn’t mean it. And I-“

“I really don’t care. The doctors said my arms would scar. I’m burnt and scarred like you. Are you happy? Is that what you wanted to achieve? Make me like you so that no one would want me? So that only you could have me?”

Yes

“No! I never wanted to hurt you, ba- Y/n please,”

“Please what? Please what, Dabi? What do you want from me? Huh? You want me to cradle you and say is all going to be okay? You want me to kiss your scars and tell you you’re beautiful? You want me to suck your dick and tell you I love you? After everything you’ve put me through?”

“I-“

“It’s not just you burning me. You’ve left me for days without contact, and then showed up like nothing’s happened! You’ve hit me and then groveled and cried for my mercy! You’ve made me do so much shit for you in bed that I never wanted to do! Our entire relationship, I was scared you’d get sick of me and kill me!”

“You really thought that?”

“Well guess what motherfucker? You can’t come after me! I’ve told the police what happened. Everything between us. They’re helping me move across the country. You’ll never see me again. Happy?”

“No. No no I’m not happy why would I be happy? You made me happy, when I didn’t even know what the word meant, you don’t have to go through with this, please don’t go through with this!”

“Don’t flatter me. I never made you happy. Nothing could make you happy except watching the world burn. I don’t make you happy, Dabi-“

“Yes you do!”

“Just shut up. I’m going to hang up. If I’m being honest... I’ll miss you. You made me happy. But with so much anger and fear surrounding you, it’s hard to even remember the last time we were happy together.”

“I’m... I’m sorry.”

“I know.”

Beep

Beep

Beep

You were gone.

Shouto Todoroki

If you thought Shouto was quiet before, you should see him now, wait, you were seeing him now, in class, eyes boring into your spine.

You still had a large bandage on your face, being hit in the face with plus added fire power is bound to leave a mark that lasts for over three days.

Did I mention it had been three days now?

It’s very hard to ignore Shouto, seeing as you were in the same class and lived in the same dorms. 

Plus everyone in class wanted to know what happened between the two of you, why Shouto seemed so down, why you had the bandage on your face, and if it was all connected.

You’d only told one person what had gone down between the two of you, and that was Bakugou.

Which maybe was a mistake, because he took to trying to fight Todoroki every time he saw him, and repeatedly told you that he ‘fuckin knew that icy-hot bastard was a good-for-nothing bag of of poorly packaged horse shit.’

You appreciated his comfort, but it hurt you every time he said something about Todoroki.

“I don’t get why you’re defending the scumbag. His hand hasn’t even healed off your face yet!” 

You and Bakugou were heading to the dorms after class, and he had gone on his usual tangent about how Todoroki did this, Todoroki did that, Todoroki was an asshole, etc etc.

“I mean... he’s technically still my boyfriend. And he’s been nothing but kind to me up until this point. He just... he was stressed, and I was being a bother. I’m sure the injury will fade at some point, then he’ll talk to me again and we can get back to normal.” you shrugged, rubbing at the back of your neck. “We’ll be fine.”

“You know what you are? A pushover.” Bakugou glared at you. 

“Wha- I am not! Where did you get that idea?” 

“Oh I don’t know, maybe from the fact that You forget to check in with how you feel and keep thinking only about that Half n Half bastard! ‘Oh, he must be so upset with himself!’ Fuck that! How do you feel?” 

You kept your eyes on the ground, speeding up. Bakugou grabbed your sleeve, tugging you backwards. His hands found your shoulders, thumbs rubbing soft circles. Your breath hitched, did Shouto ever do this for you? 

Not that you could remember.

“I feel... nervous.” you admitted. “I’m nervous that he meant what he said to me. That I’m nothing but a bother to him. I’m nervous that he’ll never come and talk to me, never apologize. I’m worried that if he does talk to me, he’ll think it was my fault. It wasn’t was it?”

You looked up at Bakugou warily, and squeaked when he tightened his grip on your shoulders.

“The fuck? Of course it’s not! Idiot.” he poked your forehead, and you couldn’t help but giggle a little. “Keep talking.”

“Um... I’m...” you took a deep breath. “I’m angry. I’m angry that he hasn’t talked to me. I’m angry about what he said. I’m angry that he even hit me to begin with. If we were training, of course it’d be different, but we weren’t training. And he hurt me. And now I’m doubting everything between us.”

Bakugou was silent, Cardinal eyes met yours. The tension was thick enough to cut with a knife, and for a moment, you feared Bakugou would try to blow your ass up for being a pathetic little weakling.

I mean... compared to people like Todoroki and Bakugou, you were right?

Bakugou took a step forward, pulling you into his arms. You held your breath, wondering if he was going to finally snap and kill you. 

But... it felt nice. 

You lifted your arms, wrapping them around his body and tugging him a little closer. You buried your face into his uniform shirt, body shaking a little as you cried.

You almost wanted to scream, but then the school would panic.

So you just cried, sobbing into his arms and letting him hold you. His embrace was war and comforting, nothing like you’d felt from your so-called boyfriend.

Maybe he was right, maybe you really shouldn’t try to think about him.

You did deserve better.

You sniffled, pulling off Bakugou with a soft smile.

“Thanks, Bakugou. I really needed that. And you’re right.”

“What was that second thing?”

“You’re right.”

“Hmmm?” Bakugou cupped a hand around his ear, feigning deafness.

“Oh my goodness- I said you’re right!”

“That’s it.” he patted you on the shoulder, proud smirk traced across his features. You chuckled. “Now you’re going to tell that to Mr. Daddy Issues and get the fuck over him.” 

“Alright, but you’re coming with me!” he nodded, keeping his hand on your shoulder as you returned to the dorms, heading to his dorm.

You paused just outside his door, knocking lightly. Bakugou was a few feet behind you, out of the way, but close enough to step in if something were to happen.

The door swung open slowly, revealing a bored-looking Todoroki. WHen his eyes landed on you, he jumped a little, taking a step back. His hand tightened around the doorknob, his other hand gripping his pants

“Y-Y/n-“ he stuttered, eyes flickering between you and Bakugou. “I-“

“We need to talk.”

“Listen I- I’m sorry!” He exclaimed.

“Todoroki, I don’t think you get it. ‘Sorry’ doesn’t cut it. You might have scarred me, so your one mistake might stay with me my whole life!”

“I know.” His head drooped, and his grip on his pants loosened. “I know. I’m- I’m just like him.”

“Him?”

“I promised I was nothing like him but here we fucking are!”

“Shoto what are you talking about?”

“I’m the worst kind of person!”

“No!”

Shouto looked up, eyes brimming with tears. You took a few steps forward, taking his face into your hands.

“I’m sorry.” You whispered “it was an accident, and you didn’t mean it. Please don’t talk about yourself like that.”

Bakugou grabbed you, yanking you away from him

“Uh, what the fuck? You came here to sever ties with him, not fucking comfort him!”

“Look at him, Bakugou. He needs me.”

“Y/n-“

“Trust me.” You smiled at Bakugou, pushing him away from you slowly before turning back to Shouto. You took the boy into your arms, rocking back and forth with him.

You ignored the heavy feeling in your chest, and the screams your brain slew ar you to get off of him, get away from him, and let Bakugou protect you.

You ignored logic, emotion, and all better judgement.

For this boy who’d hit you.

But Bakugou would end up being right, he was smart.

You’ll see.

Katsuki Bakugou/ Dynamight

Shit wrong Pomeranian

That’s better

Katsuki stood outside Recovery Girl’s room, waiting for Kirishima to come out and tell him what was going on.

He was chewing on his nails, foot tapping against the ground as he stared at the door. He could hear people moving around and talking inside.

He couldn’t get the sound of your screaming out of his head, the large dark patch that formed on your skin around your face, the way you just... fell.

The door slid open, and Bakugou stared forward and Kirishima stepped out, smiling and thanking Recovery Girl.

Bakugou was on his feet in an instant, grabbing Kirishima’s arm.

“How are they? Do they hate me? Can I see them?” He rambled, Kirishima gently pushing Bakugou off him.

“Uh, they’re fine for the most part, they haven’t said anything about you at all, and ask Recovery Girl.” He said, backing off down the hall as Bakugou stared helplessly after him.

“You uh- you might want to apologize. They are really upset.” Kirishima told him, quickly running off down the hall. Bakugou faced towards the room, stepping inside.

A cyan curtain blocked him from seeing you, and he heard shuffling behind it. It slid open, Recovery Girl stepping out. She looked up and saw Bakugou.

She wacked his leg with her needle/cane, and he yelped, stumbling backwards.

“You have no shame!” she snapped. “With what you did to them, you should be cowering outside right now!”

“Shhh!” Bakugou pressed up against the wall. “Do you want them to know I’m here?”

“Are you that clueless?” she grumbled, pulling herself up into her chair. “They’ve gone temporarily deaf.” Bakugou froze, glancing back at the curtain.

He’d blown up your eardrums.

He felt Recovery Girl press something into his hands, and he glanced down. 

It was a small whiteboard, with a pen and washcloth.

This was how he’d have to talk to you.

On a fucking whiteboard.

RG pulled the curtains aside, revealing you.

You were laying in the bed, half your face wrapped up in bandages, hands resting on your lap.

“Y/n...” he murmured. You remained still, staring out the window. Bakugou cleared his throat, and you still didn’t react.

“They can’t hear you, remember?” RG shook her head, waddling over to the other side of your bed, pointing at Bakugou. He watched your face slowly turn, before his eyes shot away from you, staring at the ground.

He heard you swallow, and you let out a soft whimper.

Were you scared of him?

Bakugou lifted the whiteboard, quickly scribbling some kanji on it 

ごめんなさい (Translation: I am sorry)

You reached forward, taking the whiteboard from him and erasing his words, putting your own down instead.

分かってる。(Translation: I know)

Bakugou pursed his lips, fidgeting with his shirt before he watched you put more writing down

どうして？(Translation: Why?)

Bakugou reached out, taking the whiteboard back, quickly putting down his excuse explanation

私は弱いと感じました。 じゃあ霧島を助けてくれたんだ。 うらやましくなってきた (Translation: I felt weak. Then you helped Kirishima. I got Jealous)

お許しください (Translation: Please forgive me.)

He handed you the whiteboard back, tapping his foot against the ground. You passed it back to him, and he hurridly read your response.

私はそれについて考えます (Translation: I’ll think about it.)

He had a chance. His eyes finally lifted off the whiteboard, landing on you.

The visible part of your face looked exactly the same, although there was a large bandage on your ear. Your eye looked sad, fearful, and nervous. You had a shaky smile on your face, trying to make him feel better.

You were always thinking about him.

それは再び起こらないだろう (Translation: It won’t happen again)

You sighed, smile falling.

本気？(Translation: Are you sure?)

Bakugou felt his heart drop into his stomach.

Well of fucking course you didn’t trust him, look what he’d done to you!

おっしゃる通りです。. もうお前を放っておいてやる さようなら、y/n。(Translation: You are right. I will leave you alone now. Goodbye, y/n.)

He stood up, leaving the whiteboard on your bed. He headed towards the door, with his hands stuffed into his pockets. He ignored the soft cry of your voice, surprised he was leaving.

He ignored the way you managed to choke out his name in a warbly, unsure voice.

He slid the door shut behind him, slumping against it and sliding down until he sat on the cold ground. He buried his face into his arms, finally allowing himself to cry.

He wasn’t going to try and talk to you, he resolved. He wasn’t going to bother you or scare you.

He’d keep you safe by refusing to talk to him.

He’d let the author end the fanfiction right then and there.

The door slid open behind him, and he flopped backwards, staring up at your face. You were holding the whiteboard.

オマンコにならないでください。 事故だったのは分かってる 頑張って俺を捕まえるのか諦めるのか? どんなヒーローがあきらめるだろうか？

(Translation: Don't be a pussy. I know it was an accident. Are you going to work hard and get me or give up? What kind of hero would just give up?)

A smirk slowly spread across his face. Yeah, he’d work hard. He’d never scare you or hurt you again. He’d do better.

He’d be the best boyfriend.

And he’d accept your help to stand up next to you.

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After fic note: ohmygod I’m finally finished. This took fucking forever. You loved part one so much, I had to make sure part two was perfect.

Some of these ended in heartbreak

Another ended in a questionable descision

The last ended happily

All of them are different! 

I hope you get my references, and appreciate the Japanese Kanji I put in Bakugou’s part (if any of it is inaccurate, please let me know so I can try my best to fix it. I don’t speak or write Japanese, I used this translator to get what I needed). 

I worked hard on this, so if y’all could tell me what you like and dislike about this so I can improve my writing, that would be lovely. Don’t be afraid to pop a comment or pop into my ask box, I do my best to respond to every comment and ask, so don’t worry about being ignored.

I love all of you, and I’m so glad to be able to write for you.

Thanks for all of your support, I promise I’ll work hard on all of my drafts to make sure you get entertainment constantly! 

[smallestapplin]

I saw someone reblog and added they would like more but with Ingo comforting reader, which gave me an idea and got me thinking, I tried getting some sadness in here so hopefully y’all enjoy! This is a part 2, so asks are open, or comments, either work, I see them and I take inspiration.

X reader but everything is platonic, Ingo is sad and so am I, Adaman loses it and Irida helps (for once!)

PART 1  can be read here 

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Storming down the stairs other team members were quick to move out of your way, you were in no way quiet, however the tears streaming down your face were, you didn’t want the two running after you to now see you so vulnerable.

“(Y/n) wait!”

“My dear please slow down!”

Laventon and Rei were right behind you.

“Guys please, not now.” Your voice was so strong and full of rage before, but now it had fallen weak, breaking slightly, but they kept following you.

“Did Beni really-“

“Rei! Don’t ask something so insensitive right now, my dear please, we just need you to talk to us, we are always here for you.”

They followed you out the door right to your home.

“I don’t want you to see me like this, I’ll see you tomorrow.” And just like that the door slid shut in their faces.

They knew you didn’t mean to be aggressive, you’ve been through enough and Kamado isn’t helping, they know the sting of betrayal they feel from hearing about it couldn’t compare to how you must feel.

Laventon feels so guilty he should’ve known something happened between you and Beni, you kept your distance from him but still acted polite, he should’ve asked, but there is no time to dwell on that while you were in distress.

“Come now Rei, I’m sure we can find someone who can help.”

With a nod from the boy they were off to the training ground, stopping once they see how livid the clan leaders are with Adaman leading the charge right to Beni.

“You really are nothing but a blind obedient mutt!” Irida was the first to say something as the two approached Beni, people watch in confusion, everyone concerned on what happened.

The older man looked confused for a second until the leaders were right at him, Adaman gave him no time to think any further before swiftly landed a punch, a sickening crack echos through the air and Beni stumbles back holding his bloodied nose.

Onlookers only gasp at the sight of the usual composed Diamond clan leader harming Kamado’s old friend.

“Adaman! Stop this nonsense.” With the professor and galaxy guard stationed out front being the only two holding back the enraged man.

“After all they had done, after all they went through just to help, you couldn’t even make a decision on your own!”

Beni glares before resetting his nose “I followed orders, I did what was asked of me.”

His words only angered the leaders further.

“You’re pathetic.” Adaman spat before marching off.

“You could’ve killed the one person who saved us all, and yet you still find what you were asked right, how hard are you lying to yourself? Or are you just that blind?” Irida didn’t wait for an answer before making her way to the exit.

‘This truly is a messy situation.’ Was Laventon’s only thought before looking at a worried Rei.

They need to at least calm everyone down before something worse happens.

You don’t know how long you’ve been crying, you’ve had your face buried into your pillow to muffle your sobs, you only know it’s gotten late, you can see the sun setting through your window, so a few hours have gone by since that awful meeting.

You stay laying on your futon, you have no desire to get up, if Arceus could fix it’s own damn problem you wouldn’t be apart of all this mess, you can’t help but feel it’s all your fault, how many relationships did you ruin with that out burst? You should’ve just kept quiet.

You’re broken out of your thoughts by a knock at your door, but you didn’t want to answer, maybe if you don’t make a sound they will go away.

That gets ruined when the door opens revealing a tired warden, you sigh as he walks in and roll over with your back towards him.

“I’m sorry Ingo, nows not a good time.” You hate how your voice sounds, so hoarse from all your crying.

“I apologize but I know, I’ve been made aware of the situation from the professor and Rei, I however told them it would be best to let you rest for a while and that I’d come here by sunset for a scheduled stop.”

You hear him sit by you at the edge of the line between the doors.

“If you wish to vent, I am here, if not that’s fine, but I will be making you dinner, just a light one, you need to eat something.” That’s all you get before hearing him walk around making whatever you had the ingredients for.

Ingo is an outsider too, he got taken away from his home, so he seems like the only one who would understand how you feel right now.

Before you could catch it a sob escapes your lips, then another until you’re back to crying, your body shaking as you try to muffle the sounds once again just as he finished making whatever he was making.

Sitting by you once more, but a little closer, he doesn’t say anything but you can hear the sounds of fabric moving before your head and body are covered with his coat.

“I know hiding during such a vulnerable time is comforting, but I don’t want you smothering yourself, you need the cool air to steady yourself.”

You stayed like that for Sinnoh knows how long, before you finally settled down once more, sitting up you keep his coat around you.

“I’m sorry you got dragged into this.”

“I don’t mind at all, you are…how did you say? My battle buddy, after all.” He perks up a bit at the sound of your watery chuckle.

He passed you a small bowl of soup, and you two are on silence aside from your occasional sniffle, with you having eaten he felt better, he didn’t want you to have to see Beni, a shame Beni is the only restaurant around, but if Ingo has to he will cook for you so you don’t have to deal with him again.

Ingo tenses before relaxing feeling you rest against his arm.

“I want to go home.”

He looks down at you, you look so tired, the bags under your eyes have darkened, your eyes themselves are blood shot, just how long were you crying?

“I want to go home so badly, I want my room with all my stuff back, I want my bed back, I want to see my old Pokémon again, if I hadn’t come here none of this would’ve happened, all the problems I’ve caused wouldn’t exists.”

Ingo wraps his arm around your shoulders, holding you close to his side, he can feel a faint memory forming, he doesn’t have time to dwell on it this time.

“I know, I understand how you feel, I miss a place or a home that I can’t recall.”

“I’m sorry.”

The warden tilts his head “what for? You haven’t done anything wrong.”

“I just….I thought I should apologize.”

He pats your head “we are stuck here, not because we want to be, we have no choice, we only took what was handed to us to make light of this dark situation, you didn’t ask for any of this.”

You wipe your fresh tears away before sobbing into his pearl clan tunic, he just holds you, gently rubbing your back in soothing circles.

He has done this before somewhere, he has done with someone else important to him, but it burns away in a purple flame, tears of his own fall that he wasn’t aware of.

You both sob holding clinging to each other as if the other would disappear, being the only other person they could understand each other during times like these.

Ingo missed something, he missed a man in white, he missed a Pokémon the wielded purple flames, he missed a large metal contraption, he missed a lady in yellow, he missed so much but yet knew nothing of it, he sobs harder with his only knowledge being that he knows nothing.

You missed your house, you missed your Pokémon, you missed your friends, you missed your family, you missed going out late at night with a friend to a 24 hour restaurant, you missed binge watching a show, you missed roasting bad movies with those friends, their laughter still echo in your head.

You two are all the other had left of your time, neither of you wanted to let the other go, both desperate to just have a sliver of your old life or someone who would understand, or in Ingo’s case kind of understand.

It took a while until you both calmed down, reduced to sniffling messes.

“Thank you.” You spoke softly, Ingo almost missed it

He nods, wiping tears away from his own blood shot eyes “anytime, if you ever need something let me know, I’m happy to help.”

You wrap his coat around his shoulders with a weak smile “cover is usually comforting.”

Ingo chuckles as he slips his arms through the sleeves, “it’s gotten rather late, and you’ve had a stressful day, I must get going.”

You felt better but a little sad he had to leave, but he is a warden after all, and yours sure Lady Sneasler is confused on why he isn’t back.

You see him out before falling back into bed, this was probably the fastest you’ve ever fallen asleep while in Hisui.

Meanwhile Warden Ingo of the pearl clan was fighting the urge to repeat what Adaman did, but instead making a mental list of all he had to do to make sure things got handled appropriately to avoid seeing you so upset like this again.

[mohluskiepedard]

Rating ATLA Characters literally only from what I’ve seen in fandom

or: posts that probably shouldn’t be on my writeblr except I don’t have a sideblog

the context here is it’s half midnight and I have never seen ATLA except I have opinions now apparently so here we go whoop de do- 

I’m also not actually rating them like numerically that’s too much work i’m just stating opinions I know I’m a fraud

AANG

- A child?  - A son?  - he is Baby. but also. he has had It Rough  - would make the updog joke - has unspeakable power or smth and everyone says he’s better than the Korra girl who comes after him but honestly tastes like sexism to me - doesn’t kill people because he’s like twelve, right? he’s like twelve so he refuses to kill people - I stan honestly - less twelve year olds should kill people - Some people say his name WRONG and they are BAD but i don’t actually know what the right way or the wrong way is so. have fun w that yall - lived in peace unTIL THE FIRE NATION ATTACKED 

KATARA

- She is also like twelve???  - Is everyone here twelve - Cortana?? Katana?? Catbug??  - She has good hair, - Her mother is dead??? her mother is dead n she has a brother but she cares about her mother being dead WAY more than him (or apparently the entire fandom??) - Badass - She seems soft. good. sweet - she’s a water breather or whatever??? her brother is NOT but he is a meme - I love her 

SOKKA

- NGL looks like a fuckboy  - The meme brother! does not do the water things, but he has an aXe???  - dates BAMF lady - ngl until I talked to my ATLA watching friend I thought he canonically dated Zuko  - kinda mad he doesn’t - I haven’t actually seen anything about him except like. in zuko ship posts and also Suki appreciation posts - joined the white lotus not-a-cult by accident???  - dark ATLA tumblr show me more Sokka posts - is his name prounounced the same way as Soccer or isn’t it I need to know - HIS FIRST GIRLFRIEND TURNED INTO THE MOON - (AND THAT’S ROUGH, BUDDY) - He and Suki are a good ship, but also, Sokka Has Two Hands

SUKI

- the BAMF herself - she says STOP in that photo but also to sexism - Rlly all I see of her in fanon is abt her teaching Sokka to drink his respect women juice and I appreciate her doing that but also it’s sad she never gets talked about outside of what she did for a man - I hope she has other badass moments w/o him it would suck if she didn’t - she is NOT the girlfriend who turned into the moon, she is the one who didn’t - I don’t know much else about her ATLA Fandom y’all should appreciate her more

ZUKO

- Look at him... my son... - He has a good redemption arc - he and his sister are evil lesbian and redeemed gay guy??? - has a straight canon ship but should’ve been with Sokka this boy is gay - I Want To Protect Him - That’s literally it - he has a cool uncle and his dad sucks  - people ship him with Katara and I Do Not Get It that’s his sister in law except not really - “We don’t trust Zuko’s change of heart” [the next day] “so Zuko is my closest friend now,”  - His dad was like “fuck up the avatar to prove your worth to me” and Aang was like “counter argument you already have worth and we should fuck up your dad” and I think that’s beautiful - he becomes the fire man and he’s very good at it - Zuko for President 2020 - in the words of myself, half an hour ago: “ I was like "that kid with the burn on his face seems like a sad but then happy mlm who needs found family" and I was RIGHT” - took too long to find a happy picture of him :( Zuko rights NOW please - His mother’s story got compared to an OC of mine and all I can say is oh no and they deserve better based on that alone - I have had Zuko for five minutes but if anything else happens to him I will kill everyone in this throne room and then myself

TOPH

- She is badass but like also will murder you while laughing maniacally? - for some reason reminds me of Nott from Critical Role, another show I Have Not Seen - Is blind but gets more out of making jokes abt being blind than she would from being able to see - “Sight is just a cheap tactic to make weak benders stronger!!!” - Literally the opposite of Aang and has killed many people?? - She Can Tell When You’re Lying. But I do not know how and Am simply mildly threatened by this - Therapist: Toph’s ability to know if you’re lying isn’t real and can’t hurt you. Toph’s ability to know if I’m lying:  - She and Zuko.... buddies???  - if not they should be - tiny sad boy needs friends like toph

AZULA

- Evil Lesbian Culture - [BDG Voice] You committed a war crime! Oopsie! - took be gay do crime too literally - her and Zuko have accurate sibling writin except instead of “you ever want to murder your sibling for breathing in the same space as you,” being a Joke Azula took it seriously - okay but with a name like azula she should be the blue bender this ANNOYS me she should NOT be red bender - AZULa  - AZUL - IT MEANS BLUE - She was half of y’alls gay awakenings and it SHOWS - Should have maybe been redeemed too??? Jury is out no one knows - Was she gay for Ty Lee or wasn’t she I can’t tell how much of that Audio is a joke - IS SHE ALSO TWELVE??? IS EVERYONE HERE TWELVE?? IS THIS TWELVE YEAR OLD COMITTING ATROCITIES? 

UNCLE IROH

- A Good Man - Finally, Some Good Fucking [Adult Figures]  - he has the tea. literally and figuratively - Ozai is like “and I will permanently disfigure my son and throw him out” and Iroh is like “What The Fuck, Ozai,” thus voicing the entire audience’s thoughts - Literally the only adult in this that I trust - I? I love him. this is all I have to say. my love for him is unending. Some1 protect this man from all harm   - he’s Zuko’s uncle (and also Azula ig) but he does not seem related to Ozai. is it just a theme in this family that one sibling is chill and one sibling commits horrendous atrocities against your fellow human beings or  - something happened to his son???? :((((( I Don’t Want Him To Have Suffered Like This

OZAI

- A BAD MAN - Uh Oh (stinky)  - THE WORST OF THE MEN  - I do not like him - Bastard man. nasty. committed war crimes and then went “but what if - get this - i also abused my son,”  - I would like him to Not Be Like This - by Like This I mean present and alive  - :/ 

TY LEE

- She’s NOT the There Is No War In Ba Sing Se lady and I don’t know why i thought she WAS but until I looked up her photo I thought that was her  - She looks like a sweetheart tho - I hope nothing bad happens to her????  - talks about auras??? or smth??? let her vibe - She would talk animatedly to me about warrior cats if she was in my year seven class and I was sat alone and I would understand none of it but appreciate her anyway - if azula bullies her I’ll be :( at Azula and Azula will not care because she has Mommy Issues and therefore is slightly unhinged - She seems like that one kid with no trauma vibing at the edge of [every other kid having trauma] and not really getting it but trying her best - Is she also twelve?????? She maybe looks twelve

CABBAGE MAN 

- HIS CABBAGES - fulfills my favourite trope: ordinary person repeatedly has life disrupted by the inconveniences of relying on actual children to save the world - probably has a campaign post canon for letting trained adults fix the worlds’ problems in the future - or sets up the Very First Cabbage Insurance Company - look at him. he loves his cabbages so much. you go you funky lil cabbage man

ALSO THE MOST IMPORTANT ONES MOMO

- LOOK AT HIM HE’S SO GOOD - small. fluffy. big ears - Lord Momo of the Momo Dynasty: his Momoness - a Good Boy...

APPA

- he looks so soft... - he can fly but he just does it by??? vibing through the air?? motionless??? iconic - I saw that one post about mishearing it as Abba and thinking he was Aang’s dad and he looks like he would be a good stand in dad ngl - he’s so LORGE - a chonky boy - love him

that is everyone I have heard of it and if I left someone out it’s a sign that y’all should talk about em more bc I have no clue they exist put more ATLA On my Dash ig I’ll do Legend of Korra ig maybe apparently that one has canon wlw and i love me some canon wlw

[osakunt]

Could you do a fluff with a hint of angst Iwaizumi oneshot where he’s dating a 3rd year from Karasuno who’s the girl’s soccer captain and she’s close with the volleyball team so when Karasuno beats Seijoh, she comforts Iwaizumi and tells him she loves him despite Daichi having a crush on her?

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➟ 𝗜𝘄𝗮𝗶𝘇𝘂𝗺𝗶 𝘅 𝗙𝗲𝗺𝗮𝗹𝗲 𝗿𝗲𝗮𝗱𝗲𝗿

➟ 𝗢𝗳𝗰 𝗶 𝗰𝗮𝗻. 𝗻𝗴𝗹 𝗶 𝘁𝗲𝗮𝗿𝗲𝗱 𝘂𝗽 𝗮 𝗯𝗶𝘁 𝘄𝗵𝗶𝗹𝗲 𝗿𝗲𝗮𝗱𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝘆𝗼𝘂𝗿 𝗮𝘀𝗸 𝗹𝗺𝗮𝗼 𝗜 𝗯𝗹𝗮𝗺𝗲 𝗶𝘁 𝗼𝗻 𝗺𝘆 𝗽𝗲𝗿𝗶𝗼𝗱. 𝗲𝗻𝗷𝗼𝘆, 𝗯𝗮𝗯𝗲𝘀 ♡

➟ 𝗪𝗮𝗿𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗴𝘀: 𝘁𝘆𝗽𝗼𝘀 𝗵𝗲𝗿𝗲 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗿𝗲

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“(Y/N)!!!!!” Tanaka’s voice alerts the team that you had arrived to the gym. Suga runs your way jumping in you excited to see you after a week of you not showing up to the gym due to soccer practice and games taking up time after school.

Laughing along with him you wrestle him off you and Daichi approaches you and gives you a hand to help you up from the floor. “How’s your practice ? Heard that the you girls won three games last week. Talk about starting the season with a kick” his dad jokes make you cringe but laugh at his effort to going the extra mile with being nice.

“You doing anything on Tuesday ? We play Seijoh and-” As soon as you hear the school name you interrupt Daichi telling him all about your plan for that day. “ I heard !n I was actually going to go. I let the girls have the day off of practice so I’ll be able to go. I can cheer for you guys and all.” You say not me ruining your boyfriend and giving Daichi hope that you reciprocated his feelings for you.

“You’re just going because your boyfriend plays for Seijoh !! Don’t even try to be slick, ya hear !” Tanaka points at you and shouts like a bad mad making you blush. “Shut it baldy !!! I’ll always support you guys ni matter what”

“Did I hear that right ? Your….boyfriend plays for Seijoh ?” Daichi’s voice cracks a little at the word boyfriend but he finishes up with words trying to play off the hurt. “Oh yea, you guys know ‘im” you smile really hard waiting for one of the boys to say Hajime’s name.

“Is it that bastard Oikawa ?” Kageyama scowls

“The tall one with eyes who looks like he’s smoked for days” Nishinoya shouts out talking about Matsukawa.

“Hanamaki ?” Asashi whispers not too sure of his answer

“NOOOO IT’S IWAIZUMU” Hinata jumps up and down trying to get the rest of the guys attention

“He’s right. It’s the ace.” Suga backs up the younger boys answer. Daichi getting affirmation of who it was he deflated a little but smiles continuing to pretend like everything was alright. Looking at your watch you see the time and remember you had to meet up with Hajime. “Fuck- guys I’ll see y’all later, I have to go. I’ll be at the game Tuesday though. I have a good feeling you guys will win.” You wave at the team with a smile speed walking to the exit.

Getting to where you were to meet up with Hajime he receives you with a hug and kiss to your forehead. “Hey,doll. How was practice ?” “Good thanks, yours ?” “Shitty-kawa had the nerve to start bitching about something’s but it was good too”

You both walk towards your home. Practice let out late for you and Hajime didn’t want you walking home alone so he made for to walk you even if you said you’d walk with Hinata who lived close to where you lived. “What did I tell you ? That the boys volleyball team would be let out even more late than you. I can’t take the chances ,love” He reaches for your hand squeezing it lightly.

Once getting yo your house, Iwa hugs and kisses you plus greets your mom who opened the door for you. “Thanks for walking her home,hon” your mother hugs your boyfriend happy to know that you were in good hands with him. “ ah don’t worry about it. Coupon have her walking all alone at the hour.” He hugs back content with his actions. ▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂

Tuesday Afternoon

The crowd for Seijoh was loud. There was no doubt that they wanted them to win. In the other side was the crowd supporting Karauno, which was much smaller and where you were seated with one of your defenses on the team. “You think they can take this W ?” “Yea they’ve worked hard and have practiced twice as much. Not only that but they have Daichi leading them. They’ll be fine” you respond glancing at her with full seriousness.

“If you say so capt’n” the short haired girl sighs hoping your instincts were right.

The game starts and things start to get interesting. When the game you saw Karasuno ready to take the set your voice is was the other heard. “Oh shit - Oh shit…OH SHIITTTT” you get up from your seat and cheer watching the ball kiss the courts floor. You were happy to see that the boys you were good friends with won but also felt a sting with seeing Iwa and the others cry silently while they thank the people who came out to support.

Your heart squeezes seeing this and you just had to reach out and get to your boyfriend before anything. You could only imagine the hurt he felt after a loss of a game and how devastated he is at the moment.

“I’ll be back” you grab your belongings and let the smaller girl beside you know. “Wait where ya goin’ !!! I thought we were going to get buns after this ?!” “We are !! Give me a few minutes and I’ll meet you at the gym exit!” You yell half way gone. “Capt’n my ass. (Y/n) you just wanna see your Iwaizumi.” She grumbles really wanting that meat bun.

Making your own way to the outside of the locker room where the Karasuno boys were - you smile at them congratulating them with hugs and high- fives happy to know that their hard work paid off. “You guys did amazing here out there. And Daichi *chefs kiss* beautiful” you butter yo the captain making him blush. “Thank you for coming out (y/n) it means a lot to all of us” Asahi bends over in front of you making Yh shake your head “please no no no. It’s not a problem at all. I’m happy to come out and support you all when I can” you finish up congratulating them and say your byes then make your way to where Iwaizumi would probably be.

Getting told by Mattsun that Iwaizumi was still in the locker room you tell him if he could give you boyfriend a message. “Tell him I’ll be at the front. I’ll be waiting for him there wih another teammate of mine, thanks” “of course I will. How can I say no to such a cute face” Mattsun bends to your height and begins to pinch your cheeks teasingly without realizing that Iwa was making his way out the locker room.

“Ahem - mind telling me why you’re touching her cheeks ?”

“Cause Iwa, they’re soft~ oh wait yours are too” Matsukawa reaches for Iwaizumi’s cheeks but he dodges them quickly.

“Ah you’re no fun. I’ll see you tomorrow, till next time my dear (y/n) ~” the male continues to tease and sing song as he takes his leave.

Walking to where you teammate was you could feel the sad aura radiating off Iwa. Stopping to turn to him you express your arms which he gladly accepts and pulls you close to him, burying his face into your black club jacket. “You probably think I’m a loser now” he grumbles letting out a sigh.

“No, you big baby. I think you did everything you had and deserves kisses” you jut your lips up waiting for him to pull back and meet your lips with his. “You’re just sayin’ that cause you’re my girlfriend” his grin around your waist tightens. “Hajime,baby - My cute ace and cry baby. I’m saying this because you really did do everything in your power to win. You and the team. Things just didn’t go as planned wnd that’s okay”

Pulling back from the embrace he smiles and leans in to kiss your lips content with knowing that even if he lost, you’d be there to help him stay standing or even help him stand up. “I love you, Messi” with a short laugh at his joke you pull him in to you once again “I love you too”

As you two had your moment the Karasuno boys came out walking to get in the bus. The corner of his eye is what got Daichi’s attention. Seeing you hugged up with someone other than him made him sigh deeply hurt that you had been taken. “Cheer up captain. I know you like her but please don’t let this kill your spirit” Tanaka smacks Daichi’s back pushing him forward. “I should’ve ask her out sooner” Daichi whispers for only Tanaka to hear but the the other chaotic players heard - Suga and Nishinoya come in hugging Daichi trying to cheer him up with Tanaka.

Though you weren’t with him, he’d always cheer for your happiness, no matter what. Daichi was just that person to wish the best to anyone who was grand to him.

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