#I'm so happy I found new brushes to use because I was dreading having to hand-draw grass. thank god for Mo-Fox on DeviantART for having fre

[ancientevangelions]

Hello! I'm new here! Just the other day I was going through the AsuShin tag, found your fics, and loved them! I also spent some time reading your thoughts and theories. Which brings me to ask, how do you perceive the changes and (lack of) relationship between Asuka and Shinji from Evangelion, EoE and Rebuild?

Specifically regarding Rebuild, I found it disheartening how they set Shinji and Asuka aside so easily. I'm not talking strictly nor only about shipping. I grew up watching the 90s Evangelion. And a big part of the story and its exploration of psychological themes and characters's psychology and motivation was Shinji's relationship with Asuka. Most of all in EoE, which, to me, is the ending I find most fitting.

It was dreadful to watch the redone beach sequence where Shinji thanks Asuka for admitting she used to like him, then him saying he used to like her back. Only for them to have that "everything is suddenly happy now" ending. This sequence seems to discredit most of the themes and sacrifices made in the original story, and does not satisfactorily brings their story to a close, but instead seem to try to brush it aside or bypass it somehow. Again, I do ship AsuShin but my grievance has much more to do with the way Rebuild handled them, I don't think in a story like Evangelion we could ever have had hopes of them living happily ever after or even be together necessarily

Hello!

Thanks for being here. I wanted to answer this as thoughtfully as I could! Asuka and Shinji are definitely a complicated pair. Regardless of shipping, they require care and attention to understand.

In NGE/EoE, the focus of the series is on their interactions, especially with the End of Evangelion. Episode 9 onward is focused primarily on the interactions between Asuka and Shinji, their highs and lows, the back and forth and their eventual downfalls. I always find it funny how people are highly critical of the interactions between the kids. From my memory of high school/being a teen (2004 to 2009 mostly), it was very much like this. A lot of back-and-forth denial of feelings and messiness trying to avoid pain, not wanting to speak your feelings due to embarrassment, and a lack of knowledge on consent or anything romantic or sexual. It all was a very realistic portrayal of my teen years, primarily because of the depression and mental illness (spoken as an undiagnosed mentally ill teen).

The realism with Asuka and Shinji and the non-linear progression/recovery felt extremely important to me. It was evident that they had a massive attraction to one another. Still, they fell into the trap I had in my youth of being unsure how to communicate my feelings without being rejected or experiencing pain. Even without romantic or sexual feelings, Shinji and Asuka live together, attend school, and work together. They are often abandoned by Misato at home alone, left to their own devices. They are two kids competing to see who can grow up faster. They have a compelling dynamic because they are so messy! In NGE, we see their ups and downs, learning about each other, fighting together and building trust, kindness, rude words, misunderstanding, poor communication, etc.

I love End of Evangelion. I don't need to see what happens after Asuka returns; I know now Yui was telling the truth that anyone can return when they are ready. Of course, it would be Asuka next after Shinji; their destinies are intertwined. She has every right to show him compassion AND to still be angry after all he did to her. The point of the ending scene is that there is love and affection in the world, but it's not forced; it's not a given; it's realistic. No one owes you anything, not love, not compassion, but when we choose to be kind, how amazing is that? Asuka and Shinji can continue to learn, grow and survive together. There is hope; they can be happy, but they must rebuild, work together, and try to find that happiness. 

Rebuild of Evangelion is so Shinji-centric at times it feels like it doesn't care about anyone else's motivations or backstory. Rebuild disappointed me so much with its focus on cinematic fights over substance. Rebuild also falls into the trap of forcing a perfect happy ending, which is unrealistic and annoying. Real change is messy and takes effort, years and years of action, and instead, we find perfection in imperfection. It's okay and expected if everything doesn't go exactly as planned. Rebuild needs more focus. It's evident that there was no overarching plan for the 4 films and that they underwent rewrites and delays for years. Of course, ideas would change. It took years to finish the series. It went from "Evangelion for new fans, a retelling that doesn't require you to watch NGE" to "The action sequences are good; let's make money off of sexualized children."

A lot of the AsuShin content is added on later in canon bonus material later added to 3.0 + 1.0 to clear up misconceptions about the relationships. It's subtle, and it feels tacked on. Shinji spends so little on-screen time with any of the characters that we don't get the same interactions, world-building, or character development and the flatness of the characters bothers me so much. What are their motivations? "Well, he cooked for her, so she likes him." Okay… that seems flimsy since she spends all her time alone, and he spends all his time alone… 

Shikinami might as well be 14, screaming that she is an adult now. For all the ways she has changed between 2.0 and 3.0, stewing in her anger doesn't seem very adult. The children telling us they are adults really doesn't convince me. The time skip accomplished nothing as no one reflected on 14 years passing in a realistic way. Shinji didn't grieve lost time or grapple with being an adult in a child's body. The deus ex machina at the end might have been "And then Shinji woke up, and Wonderland was gone" or "Asuka clicked her red heels and said there's no place like home."

Pixar films are popular because "Life doesn't always go according to plan, but you can still find happiness in the mess of life." The idea is that things are imperfect, and we make the most of what we have. Sometimes, what we want is different from what we need. Rebuild fails to capture this and instead falls into a trap I see in YA novels where the epilogue is much too neat. We see ourselves in the characters, and we identify with the struggle, but then the ending is too tidy. The protagonist gets a hetero-normative end with children and a picket fence and marries one of the love interests introduced early on. The protagonist becomes unrelatable to us because they fall into complacency where they have a 9 to 5 job and do nothing to better anything after the "fall of the tyrant." To quote The Who with their song Won't Get Fooled Again: "Here comes the new boss, same as the old boss." How can we, who are struggling daily for our survival and happiness, find the changing of one problem to be satisfactory in solving all issues? No more Evas, cool, but now he is under capitalism which we all know SUCKS. Sounds perfect, Shinji. Thanks for making your lives miserable in a new way. Trapped in wage labour sounds excellent. 

That's why I'm not a fan of "happy" endings. I only need some of the problems solved. I want to see work to build a new world. In the Rebuild ending, I dream of Asuka and Shinji working side by side to rebuild cities, prevent new child soldiers and be active in a community that fears them. We don't need a dream of paradise. We need hope that WE can make a difference, too. 

#shinji ikari #neon genesis evangelion #rebuild of evangelion #evangelion #asuka langley shikinami #asuka langley #asuka langley soryu #theory and analysis #short essay #anon ask

[thedeepdarkarchives]

spring rot <3

characters included :: c!george

word count :: 1,473

request? :: by a friend on discord !! this is 4 u bbg

cw? :: y/n death, breakdowns?, funerals

summary :: c!george react to y/n's death. angst ensues, but you get a happy ending, kind of.

y/n :: gn!y/n, they/them used, no specific appearance

note :: ha! you thought youd get all of them. nope! ill do the rest when i get the motivation though, because i'm just so cool❤️ i don't really like how the end turned out, but it's four in the morning so yeah <3 it's also rather short, but it's not meant to be long, it's just a quick little thing so <33

sure, you two werent the closest in the smp, but you were still friends! you'd help him with mundane tasks, and join him for walks in kinoko! you even helped build his cute little cottage.

george hasn't seen you around lately. he blames his vast sleep schedule, but he's starting to get concerned. he asks around, karl hasn't seen them either. neither has sapnap. or anybody else.

so, he decides not to sleep for a while. maybe you'd visit when he was sleeping, but he wouldn't know, and he couldnt miss that chance. he missed you. xd kept trying to lure him back to his fluffy bed, with an obtuse amount of pillows. he'd give anything just to cuddle with you again. he's starting to get headaches, face pressed with concern as the day continues on. still, no sign of you.

until his eyes are half lidded, sight beginning to blur, it's like he's yawning every few minutes. he sits on the edge of his bed, and finally succumbs to xd's wishes. it's been two days, and the god seems to get more persuasive by the minute. just a small nap wouldn't hurt.. it's only around 1, anyway, and he'll probably wake up in an hour. probably. he waves xd off and finds comfort under all of his blankets. as he drifts off, he clings to a large, fluffy pillow. it was like you were back here again. oh, what he'd give for it to be the real thing..

he wakes up with a yawn, stretching his back, and picks up his goggles, lazily putting them on. he finds sapnap standing at the edge of his bed. he seems worried. he doesn't have anything that can tell the time, but he went to sleep early in the afternoon and now he can see it's nearing the middle of the day. sapnaps posture was different. less casual more,,not casual. his brain was still catching up to speed, not unlike an updating computer, but he knew his friend. his childhood friend. he knows how to spot signs of stress and how sapnap scrunches his face up when he's sad, and how he scratches his wrists when he's hiding something. george has always been the analytical type, and he can clearly see something is wrong.

george feels a bit.. unprofessional, still bunched up with his blankets and pillows galore, cushion resting on his lap as he sits up. he gives an awkward cough, eyebrows furrowed and stands up, yawning once more. he rubs his eye, and brushes down his crinkled clothes, before looking at sapnap. he's never been the most affectionate person, but sap looks so nervous, and he knows how much he likes physical contact. he just really wants to give him a hug. push him down into the nest of pillows and let him relax. gods, how long has it been since anyone's been relaxed in this server?

sapnap shuffles in his place.

"so, we've uh. we've found y/n,"

he's silent. george can feel the oncoming bad news, a dark, heavy weight on the blaze's shoulders. his stomach twists, and a frown sets deep on his face. oh no. his mind is already racing - long forgetting the slow overcast set by his nap - thinking of all the possibilities. did you get stuck someplace? could you be.. no. of course not. you were far too smart. you knew how to handle yourself. dread weighs on his stomach, eyes squinted. he has to stop thinking of the worst possible things.

"and?"

he shouldn't've asked. he should've just lived in blissfull ignorance. he doesn't know if he could live without the answer, but he knows that he lives very painfully with it. a wave of apathy crashes over him. no. no. this is all a trick. someone is playing a trick. this isn't real. he must be dreaming again. he must be. this isn't real. real funny, xd. this is all a sick joke. you.. you, so unbashfully you. so handsome, and funny, and caring, and nice, and kind and smartandrealandhelpfulandandand-

"george? george.."

oh. he feels so embarrassed. he just broke down, falling to his knees. the grass was soft. he cant focus on anything. oh gods, he was infront of his friend. he must look so weak. he wasnt supposed to show weakness. he was a king, for gods sake. he feels his face heat up. he can only focus on the grass. he puts his hands on it, feeling it sway, before gripping. his knuckles turn white. he cant cry. not infront of sapnap. fuck, people were supposed to look up to him. how can people do that when he's an utter mess. he's pathetic. he just wants this to end. he wants to wake up, realise this was nothing more than a nightmare. he wants to find y/n, oh, y/n, and they can fool around. they can be friends, and build houses and -. why cant he wake up. a sob wracks his body, a loud, pityful sob. he doesn't know why he's so emotional. you werent even that close. but. he's drawn back to starry nights, laying on the grass, talking without a care in the world. one of the only times he's felt.. free, since all the wars and whatnot started. he's brought back to little trips into flower fields, listening to you about your favourite flowers, orchids, and all the symbolism n whatnot. he remembers every time you let him vent his frustrations without judgement. he remembers every time he comforted you. he remembers the little things, like how you were adamant that he was the best king, how you'd constantly bombard him with compliments. how you helped him. he feels sapnap kneel next to him. his ears are ringing and his eyes are squeezed tightly shut.

why can't he wake up?

the funeral is today. he wears all black. he holds his crown in his hands, fidgeting with it every so often. his eyes are puffy and red, with tear tracks running down his face from nights of endless crying, begging to just wake up- but, he thinks, he can't deny it forever. he planned this funeral. you deserve the best. it's extravagant and wonderful. there are orchids strung up and planted everywhere. he wears an orchid in his blazer pocket. he wipes an eye with the palm of his hand. he hasn't cried. he can't cry. he's just.. there. he doesn't understand, he cant understand. but you're dead, and he mourns. he mourns for the missed memories. he mourns for the time he's wasted. he speaks a few words about you. his voice is brittle and wobbly, like a loud noise could break him. he speaks of how wonderful you were. how you brightened the darkest of days, how you were always there. now you are not. now you are in a casket. sapnap is there to comfort him. sapnap cries. he cries for george, he cries for you. george feels a twinge of jealousy. why cant he cry? georges grip tightens on sapnaps shirt. it's all replaced with sadness. he cannot cry. sapnap comforts him. he can move on. he leaves his crown on the casket, along with a single orchid. he says his goodbyes. he leaves. it's a sunny day, unfitting the happenstance. though, you wouldve liked it. you always liked clear skies. he feels that rain wouldve made him feel better. you deserve the rain. you deserve the dramatics. you deserve more.

he is asleep. you look at him with a soft smile. he deserves sleep. he hasnt slept in much too long. although, you cannot find it within yourself to blame him. a thumb strokes his cheek. he's so peaceful, while sleeping. it always has been his escape. you are laying beneath him, listening to the leaves, the wing whistling, georges steady heartbeat. it's relaxing. everyone needs to relax. gods, you think, how long has it been since anyone's been relaxed in this server?

your hand cards through his hair. you place a small kiss on his head. it's cold, your touch, yet he leans into it. you stay still, for a moment. you whisper little things to him, recalling your adventures, good memories to him.

george wakes up, content for the first time in a few days. a palm goes up to his forehead. theres an unusual cold spot. he shrugs it off, but smiles. he does not know why. he lies there and cuddles his pillow for a while longer, before going on with his day. sapnap seems pleased that george is starting to be himself more, but george laughs it off. he and sapnap go to the flower field that day. it was a wonderful time. you smile and chuckle while the two play fight.

maybe, you think, it's time they get a break.

#warden🔕 #wardens writing #mcyt x y/n #georgenotfound x reader

[dxwnxdusk]

✘ do you regret ever coming across Sun Wukong? ✘ and if given the opportunity, would you rather have that not happen?

"No."

He hates this, the feeling like an acidic force has dug into him, forcing his hand, forcing his words, preying on the emotions he kept locked under layer after layer. But with it comes the feeling of dread, because he's not in control of his own words anymore, inadvertently revealing what he didn't want spoken aloud. Nay, what he didn't need other's knowing, their pity would only be like salt to the wounds.

"I don't—I do not-" He grips tightly on his own forearms, as if trying to use the pain to force his mouth to shut, yet some ill curse keeps him talking, betraying him entirely. "—He changed me, I was—" Nails digging deeper into the cloth, he can faintly register the burn in his throat, forcing him against his will. It scares the life out of him.

"If I didn't meet Sun Wukong I wouldn't be where I am now, Yet at the same time I couldn't live if I hadn't. I was a shadow then, a person walking without purpose, I was melded for fighting, I was...just a lowly weapon for someone to ask for. When I met him he brushed away the void that had grasped me and took me by his side. Our bond...defied many things, many expectations. A weapon becoming a warrior, and Wukong...became a king." His tail slams against the tiles of the floor, a forlorn gaze upon his face.

"But then that damn circlet appeared, the celestial's ruined everything we had, Wukong was taken from me and I searched! I searched for days, i didn't sleep, I didn't eat because I was so scared for him because that idiotic man who'd I'd come to care for like a brother had been robbed from ME." Anger flashes over his face, fangs gritting against one another with the throbbing in his forearms from the tight grip, capable of breaking bones if he'd truly wanted, his sleek ebony fur bristling. "But no, as soon as I found him and gods forbid I was so happy to see him and he told me to leave TO LEAVE after I searched DAYS for him! He told me to leave him and his 'new friends' alone. Of course i said no, I paid for it!" A hand moving to idly rub at his blind eye, the ugly scar that was hidden by his glamor. The faint hiss as he then huffs. "Our fight tore the landscape after that, I could feel him burning me with his power, so strong, he'd grown so strong and he'd left me, betrayed me. Abandoned me. He left me to choke to death on my own BLOOD! He let me burn in the underworld."

He frowns, leaving out how he'd revived and such is nothing more important, but he manages to keep that away, because the next words tumble out and he growls. Undiluted rage simmered just beneath a facade of nonchalant calm. Each word felt like bits of him were cracking, he can't comprehend the fact he's got a burning in the edges of his eyes.

"I know what I did was wrong, I KNOW I shouldn't have put MK through OUR feud but I was so blinded by rage that he was the perfect opportunity to settle the score, I didn't think I'd come to care for him, It didn't feel right using him. But no, as soon as we encounter again Wukong asks me if I'm tired of living in his shadow. Not 'your alive?' not 'why are you here'. Ha—No the only thing he cared about was putting me back in the ground."

"If I could have changed it maybe, maybe because then I wouldn't be like this. All because of that insufferable idiot that I dare to still care about enough that I can't kill him! THERE! ARE YOU HAPPY!? YOU'VE GOT YOUR ANSWER NOW LEAVE ME ALONE!"

#TW: Dark themes #anon #thats 2 out of the 8 left to ask him and he has to truthfully respond #sheesh this hurt to write

[warriorsbutnotreally]

Goldenflower And Sasha Switch Kits AU

so uh

apparently my draft posted and I wasn't aware of it, despite it being saved as a draft????

so

let's

try this again

with this au

and pretend nothing happened

Tadpole, Hawk, Moth

Tadpolekit, Mothkit, and Hawkkit are born to Goldenflower and Tigerstar. [Tadpole is an almost black tabby, Mothkit is almost identical to her mother, and Hawkkit looks how Bramblestar does in canon]

They are still in the nursery when their father is exiled. The kits are notably hurt by him leaving.

When whispers about the kits start, Tadpolekit is quick to fight and kick and protect his siblings from any rumors, causing quite a ruckus. He's also close to his uncle, Snowkit, especially once cats start to realize the white tom is deaf.

Mothkit is clearly hurt the most by what's going on, feeling lost on why everything was happening. She sticks closer and closer to her brothers, though the words against her aren't as harsh as with Tadpolekit and Hawkkit.

Hawkkit is harder to read, as he acts like nothing is wrong and nothing happened, instead choosing to pretend everything is fine, though he slowly is less and less connected to his brother and sister as a result.

When Snowkit is grabbed by the hawk, Tadpolekit tries to save him. He doesn't, but he slows the hawk down enough for a warrior to snag the bird and save Snowkit. Tadpolekit and Speckletail become very protective of Snowkit as a result.

They grow and become Hawkpaw, Tadpolepaw, Mothpaw, and Snowpaw - their mentors, respectively, being Firestar, Brightheart, Cinderpelt, and Brackenfur [with help from Speckletail]

Not long after they're apprentices, though, Mothpaw and Hawkpaw go missing and cannot be found. The Clan panics until the next gathering, where it's revealed Hawkpaw and Mothpaw were in ShadowClan.

Mothpaw isn't happy there, but she was pressured by Hawkpaw to go. It turns out, too, that Tadpolepaw knew about this, but didn't leave with them as he wanted nothing to do with his father. Mothpaw is now Littlecloud's apprentice and Hawkpaw is being mentored by Blackfoot.

Hawkpaw also makes a scene at the gathering, saying how ThunderClan chased them out because they kept judging them on their kin, and specifically says its Firestar's fault

The rest of the gathering isn't that pleasant

Time goes and when Tigerstar is killed, Tadpolepaw finds himself unable to feel sorry for his father and this angers Hawkpaw beyond belief.

Tadpolepaw asks Mothpaw to come back and Hawkpaw stops her from leaving, saying that Tadpolepaw abandoned them, too

Tadpolepaw is outraged that his brother feels this way, feeling more about this than he did his father's death, which only proves to piss off Hawkpaw more

Mothpaw apologizes to Tadpolepaw, stating she needs to be there for Hawkpaw.

He tells her she doesn't, but still watches as his sister leaves with their brother.

The battle against BloodClan happens about the same way, with all the apprentices - including medicine cat apprentice Mothpaw - coming together to kill Bone. Hawkpaw also attempts to ight Scourge, but ends up having half of his face ripped to shreds. He spends many days in the medicine cat den, seething.

As warriors they become Tadpolefrost, Snowheart, and Hawkclaw Mothpaw eventually earns the full medicine cat name Mothwhisper

Bramble, Tawny

Bramble and Tawny are born to Sasha after she returns to the forest. Sasha is weak and tired, but does her best to care for her two kits. [Bramble is a brown and cream tabby and Tawny is a seal point cat - both of them are massive kits, too, which was stressful for a lone molly giving birth]

Sasha eventually starts getting sick, but is afraid to turn to ShadowClan for help.

She eventually grows too weak and drags herself and her kits towards the Clans. She is taken in by RiverClan, but they are unable to save her in time and she passes away a few days later.

Bramble and Tawny, who are still young, are named Bramblekit and Tawnykit, and given to the queens, who all take turns taking care of the kits.

Tawny was eventually apprenticed to Leopardstar and Bramble was apprenticed to Blackclaw [it should also be noted that around this time is when Leafkit and Squirrelkit are born in ThunderClan]

Featherpaw and Stormpaw, who are young apprentices at this time, are curious about these new kits and are glad to have potential friends.

The two brother and sister duos become fast friends and teach each other everything they need to know.

However, Featherpaw feels a tinge of worry every time she looks at Bramblepaw, especially as he gets older. She brushes this off, but it doesn't stop the worried thoughts.

Tawnypaw and Featherpaw also get really close, even after Featherpaw becomes Feathertail, and the two are best friends. Tawnypaw also actively defends Feathertail while she works through her trauma and gives her her space when she needs it.

Bramblepaw had a harder time making friends, secluding himself for a bit as he felt a strange tugging at his dreams every time he closed his eyes. He did eventually become friends with Feathertail, Stormfur, and Dawnflower later on in his apprentice training.

Tawnypaw and Bramblepaw earn the warrior names Tawnyfang and Bramblefur

Where Their Stories Intertwine

The chosen cats for the journey are Feathertail, Crowpaw, Tadpolefrost, and Mothwhisper Stormfur and Tawnyfang refuse to let Feathertail go alone and Tadpolefrost gets joined by his apprentice, Squirrelpaw, whom he can be frustrated with, but he still thinks highly of her as he can't deny that her spunky attitude is refreshing.

Tawnyfang and Feathertail at this point are mates and openly so as they are rather affectionate

Things go as they do in canon, though with the new cast of characters and with new interactions. I have few memories of the journey itself, honestly, and will need to reread TNP once more fdksh

When they reach the lake, Mothwhisper pulls Tadpolefrost to the side and tells him that Hawkclaw is getting worse and she's worried about what he may do in the future.

Tadpolefrost wants to brush this off, but something deep down feels a familiar dread.

Back in ShadowClan, Hawkclaw is currently mentoring Smokepaw, becoming a model warrior and someone Blackstar clearly trusts, though there is the bias with the two being a former mentor and apprentice. Bramblefur finds himself jealous of the ShadowClan warrior, as he seems to be the star of that Clan, but he doesn't speak about his envy.

During a gathering, Bramblefur notices the ThunderClan medicine cat apprentice, Leafpaw, watching him. After the gathering, he confronts the apprentice, who apologizes and admits she didn't know she was staring. She admits he reminds her of someone, but before he can press for answers, she ends up being called away.

Returning to the journeying cats as they start their return, they come across the Tribe. When Feathertail almost sacrifices herself, Tawnyfang gets in the way. She doesn't die killing Sharptooth, but she is badly injured. Feathertail and Stormfur stay behind with her, leaving Tadpolefrost, Squirrelpaw, and Mothwhisper to return to the Clans.

Bramblefur and Leafpaw work together to save cats who are taken by twolegs, Bramblefur getting them out and Leafpaw treating them for their injuries.

and I'm not sure how I want things to go past here

But Tadpole is the one to kill Hawk, who almost became leader as he was actively trying to kill Blackstar after Russetfur's "mysterious" death

Tadpole did try reasoning with his brother, but after he realized there was no hope, he killed him

I don't even know which of the Tiger kids I want to have trained in the Dark Forest jakffds

And to get some side notes out

Squirrelflight doesn't have a planned mate, but she doesn't get with Ashfur

I'm not sure if I'd go with LeafCrow or LeafBramble [as they are close in this AU, but idk if they'd become mates], but one of those two toms is the father of The Three. Also, before anyone complains, there's only a 6 moon age gap between Bramble and Leaf and they wouldn't have feelings for each other until they're both older. Though, I can't imagine they'd run away together and split mutually because they can't manage to keep meeting when they're a whole lake apart.

Squilf still lies for her sister and raises Holly, Jay, and Lion as her own

If Tadpole ever has his own kits, he names one Hawkkit after his brother, though I don't know who he'd be in a relationship with [maybe he gets with Daisy instead of Spiderleg?]

While in the Tribe, Tawny and Feather find a Tribe tom willing to help them and they become the proud mothers of Stonekit/Stonesplash, Silverkit/Silverfeather, and Ravenkit/Ravenstep Stone is a brown and gray tabby trans intersex tolly [uses he/him] Silver is a pale gray and white tom and Raven is a black tabby molly

Stonesplash ends up the RiverClan medicine cat and has to be partially tried by the other medicine cats after Mudfur passes away. He tries to convince Leopardstar to let Willowpaw train with him, but is denied for a while. He eventually wins and Willowshine, as a warrior apprentice, trains to be a medicine cat. It's not until moons later that it turns out the two had been flirting since they were apprentices.

#au #goldenflower #sasha #hawkfrost #tadpole #mothwing #bramblestar #tawnypelt #warriors #warrior cats

[that-little-zebunny]

Skin to Skin (First Date)

Pairing: Loki x Avenger!Reader

Warning: Angst, little Gorey-ish details, Fluff

WC: 2,151

Summary: You're new to the team and end up messing it up with the God of mischief on your first day in. Knowing his reputation you're up for a fun time in the compound.

Note: First of all thank you so much guys for the warm acceptance you gave on our 1st part T....T y'all made my heart so so happy. I hope you'll enjoy this part and I'd love to know how you think. Its a bit long so yay enjoy.

2nd day of our wonderful HBC's Week of Love for the lovely @the-th-horniest-book-club 🥰

You know what's the fun part of fighting the bad? It's that it doesn't choose a great time. It pops up as randomly as it can. So here you are on your second day trying to go around and meet people, when you got a message to suit up.

Small details are that you and your team are going to keep an eye on one of hydras abandoned bases because Friday had detected some activity there.

What you didn't know is the team you speak of is just you, the Falcon, Natasha and Loki. Yup, how fun will it be? You and the person that doesn't like you in one deadly work. You won't be surprised if somehow between the fighting you'll be stabbed by him. You shook your head to remove the thoughts running in it. You really should stop watching suspense shows. You sighed.

After almost three hours in the air you all finally made it in the location. You scratched your head when you saw that the area is surrounded by a lot of trees.

"Looks like we're up for a fun hide and seek game if there's really people here now." Nat said as she fixed all the weapons secured on her belt. Sam agreed. He activated three of his cute little drones to help out with securing the area for treats.

"We should go. All these small talks will not vanish our enemies." Loki said walking past the three of you. You pouted.

"I think that's mostly because of me. Sorry guys." You said as you finished fixing your knives on your belt and grabbing your metal staff. It's your main weapon because it keeps you from getting near anyone when it's not needed.

"No worries cookies, he's like that to everyone. He didn't really have a choice in being here. He's banished here to help." Sam said using the silly nickname they all choose to give you after you delivered tons of cookies to them.

You look at Loki's retreating back sadly.

You're able to get inside the rusty building without encountering anyone.

"This is a bit creepy. How did Friday detect anything here? There's no one in about 10 kilometers." Sam said as he checked the tech in his arm.

"Maybe it's a ghost?" You joked which earned you a strange look from them. "What? I watch movies." You rolled your eyes at them and continued going to another part of the building to check. It looks like you're in a laboratory slash surgery room. That gave you chills. You tried to not imagine how many bodies were cut and gutted in here.

"You have a very unique mind." Someone said which made you squeak. You turned around swinging your staff towards the voice but was halted by a sting hand. Loki held the end of your staff smirking at you.

"Crap…" you whispered. You didn't do anything again didn't you? "I-I'm sorry." You bit your lips as you relaxed, removing your staff from his hold.

"For someone that works with emotions you do suck at it." He said, smirking at you.

You scratched your nape as you stared up at his face, his very very beautiful face. Ugh!

"I know. Its been a challenge controlling my own. I was so used at controlling others." You said remembering your childhood. How you tried to mold your always bickering parents to play nice when you're around and to act as if they loved you. You know they hated it and they hated you but what can you say you were ten and scared. But they didn't care. All they know is you're an anomaly and that they rather not be around you. That's why as soon as your grandma offered they toosed you away like a hot potato.

You shook your head as your most dreaded memory came up. You frowned and turned to look at Loki again.

"Was that you!?" You asked. You're gritting your teeth as you feel the rage consume you. He just stared down at you smirking wickedly. You boinked away the tears that threatened to fall from your eyes. "We're even now." You said gripping your staff.

"Yes we are." He proudly said as he went around checking if he could find anything useful and you did the same.

It really was a lab and they've experimented on people trying to make a brain dead person have functions again. That made your stomach turn especially when you saw the reports of how the patients reacted to that. Some were like dummies and some became vicious. And so many more that you end up closing the files you're reading and you just grabbed them.all to bring them back with you.

"Find anything else?" You asked Loki but he didn't answer so you went to look what he's doing in the room he went in. You found him staring at a cradle.

"There's a body here." He said. That alerted you. Especially when you saw him touch the cradle to open it using his power.

"Nooo Loki don't!" You shouted as the cover of it opened up releasing some kind of gas. Knowing the few things you've read if your guess is correct this is gonna be bad.

You ran to him to grab his arm to pull him away but he didnt move so when you saw the sharp claw like hands coming out the gas you didn't think much and just went in between Loki and the thing.

You gasped in pain as you felt the slicing on your back.

"Good norns! Y/N! You dumb, dumb mortal!" He shouted as he caught you in his arms when your legs gave out. He looked behind you and flicked his hands green mist went to take away the life from the girl from the cradle. You heard its body make noise as it fell down.

Still in Loki's embrace you tried to breathe deep but it ended up just you gasping painfully. The cuts must have been deeper than you thought.

"L-Loki…" you pleaded with him as you felt your breathing start getting shallow and you feel like you're drowning. You must have blood on your lungs by now. You tried to swallow the sobs that tried to get out of your lips and you just stared up at his face. He really have a nice face. It's unfair.

You must have lost your mind because when he caught you staring you smiled up at him which in return got you another frown.

"Stop admiring me. I know I look better than the normal midgard male population. You really must be dumb, why did you jump infront of me. I'm a God I won't be hurt by a mere scratch." He said as he helped you to lay down on the floor as he called out to Nat and Sam on his coms. He turned you on your side to check your injury and you heard him take in a breath.

"Is it bad?" You asked thinking of the worse based on his face.

"Don't get your brain all rilled up, Cookies. It'll be alright." You giggled when you heard him call you on your new nickname.

"S-so I'm cookies to y-you now too." You coughed but still smiling.

"Oh you need to shuush." He said but you can hear the smile in his tone. So your stupidity got you on his goodside.

"How can I s-shuush. This might be my last time to talk. What i-if some parasite is now in me and I'll start walking and biting people." You caughed again as you felt something soothing on your back.

"You need to change what you watch Y/N. That's not healthy anymore." He said, shaking his head. Your back is starting to feel nice now and your head is like it's floating. You giggled again as you touched his face. Even in your groggy brain you felt his emotions. Scared, amused and adoration. Is that all for you? You smiled at him again as your eyes were about to close.

"You should date me Loki." You said. His eyes went wide as he steadied you to pick you up.

"That's the soothing magic talking." He said as he started to walk.

You're about to walk past the table where you put down the files you found when you remember how important they are.

"Wait! Wait! Lemme grab those." You pointed to the tall stocks of folders.

He walked near it and you grabbed them and hugged them on your chest like your life depends on it.

You feel proud of yourself getting them or being carried by Loki. You're not sure which anymore and before he even finds your team you fell asleep.

You woke up in what you guessed as the med bay. You tried to get up and looked around to find no one. You brushed your hair with your hand as you tried to stand but got dizzy. You tried to grip the bed frame for support but you're too slow so you just let yourself fall. You're about to kiss the floor when two strong hands caught you and relief and annoyance flooded your brain.

"You must enjoy being in my arms." He teased as he helped you back on the bed.

"You got nice arms." You joked as you went back on your bed. You took a deep breath and seriously asked him "how did the rest of the mission go?"

"Well, the Widow was able to find some scavengers that tried to loot the structure they came back there before we left and they must have been the ones who triggered Friday's system. The monstrous thing that attacked you is dead officially and we didn't find another of it but we did find a mass grave behind the building." He explained as he sat down on the side of your bed.

You thanked him and relaxed knowing there's no more of that thing around.

"Do you like steak or do you prefer the simple ones?" Loki suddenly asked. You looked at him confused.

"What for?" You asked.

"You have offered me to date you. Have you forgotten?" He said, smirking at you. You felt your cheeks heat up. Crap you did. Mid thinking about tobe a zombie parasite walker time. You looked at him waiting for him to say he's joking but nothing . He just raised one gorgeous eyebrow as he waited.

"You're serious?" You covered your face with one hand as you tried to let what he's saying sink in.

"Very serious, you've felt my darkest emotions I've seen your darkest memories don't you think we're past the getting to know part Sam keep on babbling about?" He said as he slowly touched your elbow with a finger and you felt his sincerity and adoration. Your brain feels like it's about to explode. This majestic person really wants to go out with you. Omg!!!

You slowly nodded and he smiled.

"So stake or not?" He asked again.

"I like steak." You answered back. He smiled and left. Leaving you with so many emotions that you never felt before as your own. Joy, giddiness and something you can't name.

A week after you're out of being stuck on a medical bed you and Loki went to that date. You still can't believe it's happening. He even did all the preparations and stuff. He brought you to a gorgeous restaurant with beautiful music and the tastiest stake you ever had. It was so much fun. He's very funny in his own way. You're both enjoying a walk before going back to the compound when you felt Loki grab your gloved hand. You look up at him.

"What's wrong?" You asked. He just smiled and kissed your hand.

"I'm just very glad I gave myself a chance to know you more and not let what happened to us on our first meeting get to me. You're a very fascinating and beautiful lady Y/N. Thank you for being with me today." He said. You smiled warmly at him as you took off your gloves. You stashed them in the pocket of your coat and brought your hands up to his face but didn't completely touch him.

"May I?" You asked and you saw his face softened. You told him that you will never touch him without his permission.

"Yes…" he answered as he held both your hands and brought them close to his face. He closed his eyes and sighed at the feel of your skin. Feeling that strange feelings again that you can't name you're not sure if it's yours or Loki's emotion. You stepped closer to him and tiptoed to reach his waiting lips. You can't wait to understand that strange feeling but for now you're gonna enjoy how good it feels.

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~A beach day full of feelings~

•Fandom: Ducktales, kinda? I based this fanfiction mostly off of the Italian comics, or "Lustige Taschenbücher" in Germany because the chemistry between the two is ströng there.

•Pairing: Donro, Donald x Gyro

•Warnings/Notes: Trans!Gyro is hinted, otherwise, this is just cute and wholesome. I originally wanted to upload it on valentines day, but I spent the day with my girlfriend and forgot about it, so here you have it now.

Everyone around them seemed to get the hints. Everyone around them seemed to understand what kind of relationship it was between them, better, than the two of them did. They were painfully oblivious, so much so, that they brushed the suspections of the people surrounding them off, even though they weren't unaware of them. But they both knew, or thought to know, that just because they were good friends, and because of that spend more time together, that that didn't mean something was going on between them.

Donald spent the days in the laboratory more often, these days. To upgrade his suit, that had been damaged pretty badly in the last incident with Magica. Even though he only understood half of was the scientist was explaining to him, it was still interesting to see old and new weapons, that were supposed to help him in the fight during crime.

On the inside, he knew that he liked spending the time in the laboratory. Being surrounded by someone. With the scientist in the room, he never had to fear that the silence took over. Silence, that he experienced everyday once the kids were out of the house. Since he never kept a job for more than three days, he didn't have any distraction. Without the three bringing life into the house, it was strangely empty, silent and big.

He had no real entertainment, besides reality TV, but that had changed ever since he spent the days in the laboratory. But he knew, that these days would be numbered pretty soon, after all, Gyro wouldn't have to fix his suit much longer, it was in pretty good condition again and the new weapons and inventions were all added, as much as that was possible.

But Donald didn't want these days to be numbered, which he, of course, couldn't tell Gyro. They were friends, and they did tend to spend some time on the weekend but... That would've been just weird, especially because Donald wasn't an apprentice, and probably wouldn't have been a very good one at that.

"There we go." the voice of the chicken interrupted his thoughts and the duck jumped "It's all fixed and ready for crime fighting again. I bet you were missed on the streets while having your forced break. But these days are over."

Donald was glad, that his suit was repaired again. He was glad, that he could do something against crime again. But on the other side, he was quietly crying. He decided to do something about it "The kids and I wanted to go to the beach on the weekend. And as a thankful gesture-" Since he obviously didn't have the money to pay the scientist "You could join us?"

The inventor seemed surprised. Not, that this was the first weekend he spend with the duck, but usually it was pretty spontaneous. Donald had never flat out asked like this, especially not in the middle of the week. "I.."

Gyro look around over his stuff, and his tables, and sighted "Think I could use a break"

When Donald returned home, the kids were already home too. He could tell by the mess in the hallway and the tossed aside schoolbags. He knew that homework hadn't been touched yet by either of them, but was too relaxed to care. He was in a good mood, but didn't really want to realise why. He just told himself it was because he could finally protect the city, and therefore the people that meant something to him, again. That was the reason, surely.

Donald decided to make pancakes for dinner, and when the kids came down the stairs because they had smelled them, they noticed that something was definitely up with their uncle "Why are you so relaxed?" "Yeah, why aren't you mad at us for not doing our homework yet?" "Did something exciting happen? Did you win the lottery? Are we rich?" "Are we rich?" "Are we?"

Donald chuckled. He wished. Well, technically, the family was rich, but he would've never gotten a single coin from his uncle, at least not until he eventually passed away. "We're not rich." He said as he sat down "I just..." He shrugged "Had a good day. Oh, and, we won't be going to the beach alone."

The three were, on their own, very well aware that their uncle had a crush. It wasn't something he could hide very well. The signs were too obvious. And they were also aware that this crush was centered towards a certain inventing chicken. But Donald, admitting that? Wouldn't happen. "Will Gyro be joining us?" Louie asked, his brothers chuckling in the background. God, it was so obvious "Yes. And that's nothing to make fun of! We're good friends and I'm being nice to him as a reward for all the good things he has done for us in the past! Including inventing stuff that wasn't only useful for me."

He looked at the three, and they knew what he was talking about. Their video game, that they could scan themselves into. Yeah, that was indeed a rad thing.

The rest of the evening wasn't so quiet, the three just couldn't stop teasing their uncle, no matter how often he kept denying a crush.

Gyro, on the other hand, wasn't much better. Not, that he wasn't well aware of the fact that he was a gay chicken.

No, he was just nervous of the thought of sharing a beach day with Donald, even though spending the weekends with the duck wasn't unusual. Sometimes, Donald would just come over for new inventions or to get something on his suit fixed, and afterwards they'd go to a café or watch a movie. Nothing unusual, just things that friends did.

And since they were friends, he was confused about his sudden nervousness. Why was a day at the beach something that suddenly scared him? After all these years, feathers had obviously grown over the scars on his chest, and he felt confident with being a male chicken.

In any way, the nervousness caused him to loose his concentration and he sighted in frustration. He wouldn't get anything done anymore, he had to take a break and clear his thoughts.

But eventually, the dreaded saturday did arrive, and there was nothing they both could do about it.

And even though they both were beyond nervous, they were also excited to spent the day with the person that meant something to them, even though they both weren't aware yet, what exactly that certain something was.

"Have we got everything?"

Donald asked, afraid that 313 would explode at any minute, judging by how full the poor car was. A single pool float was laying around, and he had almost tripped over it, and the sunscreen seemed to glue his feathers together, but he didn't care. Today was a good day, and he wouldn't let it get ruined by his reappearing bad luck.

"We think so!"

The triplets shouted back as they pressed themselves on the backseat of the car. After Donald had made sure they were strapped into their seats, like the good uncle he was, he started driving towards the beach.

"So, will you tell him today?"

Huey suddenly asked, the biggest grin plastered across his beak.

"Will I tell who what today?"

Donald asked, although he knew what they were talking about. And he could've sworn he got red under his cheek feathers.

"Will you tell Gyro today-"

Dewey continued "That he's the love of your life?"

Louie ended the sentence.

They didn't care if their uncle was in a gay relationship, as long as he was happy. And Gyro had visited them so often, that by now, they kinda viewed him as a uncle themselves. They just wanted them to finally realise their feelings, and be officially in a relationship. So that their uncle could be constantly as happy as he had been on Wednesday.

"I am not in love with him."

The duck stated, yet again. This wasn't the first time he had to defend himself in front of the kids. "We're very good friends, and that's all their is. Aren't you three glad that your uncle has found a friend?" All that he got in return from them was a simple chuckle. They knew.

After Donald had parked the car, they hopped out of it "Well, we wish you luck"

They said, before running, trying to find a good spot for themselves and the two love birds. They didn't want to be in the way of their confession.

And Donald, who was waiting at his car, did think about their words.

In love? Him? Well... He certainly knew how love felt, but... Yes, he liked to spent time with the chicken. Yes, he liked the chicken around him, and his company. And yes, they had slipped in each others arm once or twice during sleeping, but love? Didn't love cause butterflies in your stomach and a fast beating heart? He didn't feel anything of that. So it couldn't be love after all, right?

While Donald was lost in his thoughts, Gyro was already on the way to the beach, glowing with excitement.

He was, semi, aware of his feelings, or at least by now finally knew that they extended friendship. He wasn't sure yet in what way, but he was sure of one thing: That he was going to find out today. At least he wanted more weekends like this one, he told himself, and when he saw the bright red car on the horizon, he slowed down "I'm here."

He greeted Donald and almost automatically had to smile. This felt so normal, so... Domestic, as if they were a couple for years. Wait. Couple? Had he just really thought that? Blush started to arise at his cheeks, and the duck obviously noticed it, while the two made their way to the beach, the inventor either next to him, or behind him, when the way got slimmer.

"Are you alright? You look so red. Sure you haven't catched a sunburn already?" The worry in his voice came automatically, when you are a uncle of three very active nephews, you're basically worried 24/7. And, he also wanted his friend to be well. Everyone would've cared about their friend, right?

"N-No, I'm alright, the sunscreen is strong enough." Gyro quickly stuttered together, and the sailor just nodded. Eventually, after some silence, Gyro decided it would be best to switch the topic "And, did you try the new suit out yet? I hope everything works well?"

Donald nodded "Yeah, it's really good. I feel safer in this suit than I did before. The new inventions are practical, though some could need improvement." He chuckled.

When the triplets saw them walking over, they decided they had to do something. It was maybe the most cliché plan of their short life's so far, but something had to be done. These two couldn't continue walking around, being so oblivious towards one another.

So, Huey decided to take matters into his own hands and stretched his feet out. Normally, he wouldn't have wished his uncle to trip and fall over, but in this case, it was necessary for once

And, as the bad luck had already foreshadowed, their uncle did trip and fall, the scientist, that had walked behind him, falling on top of Donald. The three cheered, that was exactly what they had wanted. They didn't care how cliché this was, they knew it would work.

And sometimes, the most cliché ways were the best ways. As Donald rolled on his back in a dizzy attempt to orientate himself, his eyes catched the eyes of the scientist. In that moment, he realised it.

Maybe love wasn't all butterflies and a fast beating heart. Maybe love was all about finding comfort in someone. And being at home, with someone. And with Gyro, he certainly was at home.

"I-I love you."

The duck spurted out, his face immediately after becoming so red, that it could have been a rival to the worst sunburn. As Gyro heard the words, the chicken blushed again, before clearing his throat "I-I can only agree. The time we spent together is the most beautiful time of my entire day. I'm always looking forward to it, and when you're gone, I feel lonely. I feel like a part of me is missing. With you..."

"I feel comforted and at home. I feel like I'm in a safe space with someone, that understands me and doesn't judge me. And someone, that certainly knows my deepest secrets."

As the two joined each other in a loving kiss, the triplest cheered. They had known it all along.

#Donro #DonaldxGyro #Ducktales #Donald duck #Gyro gearloose #I saw like one fanart and wrote this ;-; #Leo writes #Comfort #Cute couple shit #Sometimes two birds have a better love life than most people #Triplets #Supporting triplets #No homophobia in this home °^° #They probably ran around on the beach afterwards cheering. #Duckverse

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12 | gangsta; sweetpea

NOTES:

It's been a while. I've had these two chapters written for a while now but I haven't had time to sit down, edit them a little better and post them. Since I have time now, I thought I'd go ahead and do that, whether you guys asked for these next two chapters or not.

Sorry this took forever! Sorry I'm so slow, I've been settling into a new house and taking care of some IRL stuff / taking a little break. I swear, I'm going to update everything sooner or later. >.>

I love you guys.

WARNINGS:

NON/ LOOSE CANON COMPLIANCE - this is the biggest warning, so if you’re into things that follow exact canon plot you are… definitely not going to like this. ANGST & SLOW BURN, HEAVY SEXUAL TENSIONSTARTING NOW, ACTUALLY - this is just so everyone who started reading this thinking the smut would transpire in a hurry knows that apparently, it is not. VIOLENCE / SWEARING & FIGHTING, POSSIBLE UNDERAGE DRINKING AND OTHER SHENANIGANS- look.. it’s high school. shit happens. also apparently, my ofc Alyssa uses the word fuck like all the time?…EVENTUAL SEXUAL CONTENT / A VIRGIN ORIGINAL CHARACTER- this one is self explanatory. yes, i plan to write a smutty chapter in this at some point. when? i don’t rightly know. it’s got a while before we get there. STALKER TW - this chapter marks the true appearance of Alyssa's ex, Dave Novak. It's hinted heavily that he's a gross asshole who likes to play mind games.

If you're under 18+, probably not a good or wise idea to continue reading this series. Because there are going to be a few dark and adult themes within. I'll warn here, of course, but you need to understand that I don't control you. If you continue to read after having read the warnings and you're upset or don't like something... Totally on you, friend.

PAIRING:

Andrews!Sibling OFC x Sweet Pea.

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[773 - 589 - 7956] I think I decided how you can repay me, scarlet…

[773 - 589 - 7956] Better enjoy your quiet and happy little life while you still have it, scarlet. Because soon it’s all going to be ripped right out of your pretty little hands.

[773 - 589 - 7956] That boyfriend of yours isn’t even gonna be able to save you this time, scarlet. You’re mine.

[773 - 589 - 7956] See you soon, scarlet.

Each new text that came in had me tensing up. Careful to keep my phone out of sight of anyone who was nearby. My heart was about to beat right out of my chest and my stomach felt like it sank to the floor. I was barely listening to anything being said around me and I guess it was more obvious than I thought because Toni cleared her throat, nodding to the phone in my hand.

Gazing at me in concern.

“Everything okay? You look like you’re going to be sick.”

“Yeah,yeah. Everything is fine.” I lied. I think at that particular point in time, I was just trying to convince myself that this was all some kind of bad dream. Or worst case scenario, Dave was making empty threats.

Toni eyed me suspiciously. I tried to give her a convincing smile, but I’d have had to be an idiot to even think for a second that she believed me. She eyed my phone and reached for it. I managed to shove it in my pocket.

“Trust me.” I pleaded. She gave me a wary look and sighed, grumbling “Fine, okay. Alright.” under her breath.

And I did my best to push the texts out of my head. Jumping in the conversation she had going on with Cheryl and Veronica. Laughing and talking as if nothing were wrong.

Lying through the skin of my teeth.

XXX

“What’s got you so jumpy?”

The question caught me off guard. I wanted to tell someone what was going on, I really did, but… I didn’t want to worry anyone, either. I was at least 99.9 percent sure that there was absolutely no way that Dave would show up in Riverdale, at least that’s what I was hoping.

I did my best to play it off. Shoveling french fries into my mouth just so I didn’t have to answer right away. My cell phone lit up and I flinched before I could stop myself.

Toni reached for it and I quickly grabbed it and shoved it in my pocket. She gave me a concerned look and I muttered quietly, “Probably just Reggie...again.”

“Reggie’s with that new girl though?” Cheryl spoke up. Gazing at me thoughtfully. My breath caught in my throat because if anyone would catch on to there being something truly wrong with me or something off in the way I was acting, it’d be her or Polly.

So far, I’d managed to fool everyone else into thinking I was alright, even my dad and my brother.

,, Dave won’t come here, it’s not worth the hassle. He’s just playing mind games. That’s all this is. Pull yourself together.” the thought came and I managed a smile, shrugging.

“You’ve been acting weird all week, now that I’m thinking about it.” Cheryl was the one who said it and she gave me an expectant look. Waiting.

“I have not.”

,, I do have one secret I can spill. Maybe if I tell them about my crush on Sweetpea…” and so that’s what I did. Sighing as I reached for the shared plate of fries between the three of us. Raking my fries through my vanilla milkshake and taking a few deep breaths to kind of collect myself, both from Dave’s harassing texts and what I was finally about to get off my chest about having feelings for Sweetpea.

“You have. Start talking.” Toni spoke up, watching me. Sizing me up. If I had to guess, I’d pin money on her sitting across the booth, trying to figure out what was up with my jumpy attitude all week.

“Okay, alright. Fine. But what I’m about to tell you two does not leave this table, okay? It.. It can’t. If Sweetpea ever found out, pretty sure he’d start avoiding me and things would get weird.”

Toni and Cheryl exchanged a look and then Toni nodded. Chewing a mouthful of fries as she muttered calmly, “Go on.”

“ I may or may not have a crush on Sweetpea.”

“Oh, you definitely have a crush on him. It’s kind of obvious.” Cheryl gave a soft teasing grin and I sighed. Dragging my hand through my hair and taking a few seconds to let her words sink in. I almost dreaded asking, but I felt like I had to given that she said it was obvious. “Oh god.. He doesn’t suspect anything.. Right?”

“Oh, he’s the only one whose oblivious. But the rest of us, we’ve known a while.” Toni teased me. Then asked calmly, “Is that all? Why’s that have you so jumpy?”

“Because I know how bad I am at hiding things, okay? I was kind of… I dunno, freaking out I guess.” I eyed her, waiting. Searching her face in the hopes that she accepted what I said and didn’t keep pushing. A few seconds passed and she laughed softly. Took a sip of her strawberry milkshake and asked with a smirk, “Are you gonna do anything about it?”

“Probably not. Every time I even think about it, I manage to talk myself right out of it. He’d laugh his ass off, okay? Besides, remember all the flirting he was doing with Josie when they had to work together during the play?” I pouted as I pointed it out.

Cheryl and Toni exchanged looks and Toni laughed. “He was doing that to make you jealous. Or that’s what I think he was doing. Either way… I think you should do something. He’s not going to and trust me… I’ve known the guy my whole life. I know him well enough to say that I know he has a thing for you. Otherwise, he wouldn’t have been so cranky when you two first met?”

“I thought he was just naturally grumpy?”

“Oh, he is, but the way he was towards you was totally different. He’s only that grumpy when he’s trying to keep his defenses up.” Toni informed me before finishing off her shake.

The door to the diner opened and Sweetpea walked in, Fangs in tow. The two of them were laughing about something. I gave both Cheryl and Toni a pleading look and Cheryl seemed to pick up on my unspoken plea to change the subject thankfully, because she asked, “Are you going to F.P’s retirement party at the Wyrm?”

“Yeah.” I answered, finishing off my milkshake. Sweetpea flopped into the booth beside me, carelessly slinging an arm over the back of the seat. His hand brushed against my shoulder and I swear just the small brush against me felt like someone had taken a livewire and dragged it over my body real slow.

Toni smirked at me, nodding at Sweetpea while he was too busy wolfing down french fries to notice and I shook my head.

“I dare you. No… I triple dare you.. Flirt with him.” Toni gave a teasing grin as she mouthed the words to me and I swallowed hard.

She’s not playing fair. She knows I can’t turn down a dare.

I happened to glance out the window of the diner and when I thought I saw Dave standing there, leaning against a streetlamp, one hand in his pocket and a cigarette dangling between his lips, I nearly choked. This prompted Sweetpea to start hitting me on the back lightly as he laughed and looked at me in concern. “Damn cherry, are you trying to kill yourself?”

Toni’s brow raised and Sweetpea explained what happened earlier in the day, how I’d nicked myself with the scalpel in our first period class while doing a dissection. What Sweetpea didn’t know was that when it happened, it was because I thought I’d seen Dave standing outside in the parking lot, only to blink and the parking lot be empty.

I have got to stop letting his stupid mind games get to me. It’s just because he’s texting me again. It’s just because he knows how to work me up and get me all scared, he used to be good at it when we dated.

He’d never come to Riverdale. He’s just doing this to me for his own sick amusement and every single time I let him get to me, especially when I’m to a point where I’m so paranoid I’m imagining that I see him everywhere lately, it’s letting him win and that pisses me off more than anything.

I’m supposed to be stronger than that, damn it.

Toni eyed me suspiciously and I braced myself. When she didn’t bring up my skittish behavior, I relaxed a little.

I wanted to tell someone what was going on, but at the same time, why? I’m pretty sure this is just Dave, being an absolute bag of dicks.

It has to be that. It has to be.

XXX

He stood outside some podunk little diner right in the heart of town. The hazy red neon gave off a comforting and inviting warmth and he lit his cigarette, fuming in anger as he watched her sitting inside.

“I know you’re not ignoring me, scarlet. I know you’re not.” he muttered, mostly to himself as he turned the collar of his leather jacket up against the wind and started to walk towards the South Side.

Maybe it was time he paid his old buddy Eric a visit. Eric was out of prison. Eric was the one who’d told him where Alyssa was to begin with, though he didn’t realize it.

Dave chuckled and shook his head as he walked towards the shitty apartments on the opposite end of town where Eric lived. Eric owed him a few favors. He was coming to collect.

“Did you really think I was jokin when I told ya I have friends all over? That you weren’t ever gonna get away from me?” he mused to himself as he knocked on the door of a first floor slum apartment.

Eric opened the door, leaning in it lazily. Blinking at him in a daze and smirking. High fiving him as he asked him why he was in town.

Dave whipped out his phone, showing Eric a picture of Alyssa. At first he gave him some story about her running off while he was in the pen. Eric wasn’t buying it, he could see it written in the expression on his face. And that only made him angry. Eric owed him. He was here to collect the favor owed. All he wanted was for Eric to help him out on this one little thing.

Eric shook his head, chuckling in disgust. Gazing at him with a brow raised. “I think you need to leave, man. Now. You don’t want the heat this is gonna bring down on you. And I’m not about to get on a Serpent’s bad side, even if the Serpent in question is just a damn kid.”

“See, I’d like to just put this all behind me, man... but she’s the whole reason I even went to prison to begin with. Then I get out and find out not only is my girl not loyal, she’s also the one who snitched on me?” Dave eyed Eric. Getting irritated because this was not how he saw the conversation going.

“I’m telling you, you need to leave. Forget about Alyssa. I see her around all the time with some kid… Sweet Pea or Green Bean, some shit. The Serpents are not people you fuck with, man. Not around these parts.”

“You know the Serpents aren’t shit to me… Right?” Dave quipped, smirking. “I’ve got this under control. I just need you to help me out a little… C’mon, man. You owe me.”

“I don’t fucking care. I’m not helping you do whatever it is you’re here to do. What I oughta do is put a bullet in your fucking head for even thinking I’d be down for this shit. She’s a kid, man. A fucking kid... Favor or not, man… I’m on the Serpents side with this. Not yours. You need to leave.” Eric warned, giving Dave a firm glare as he folded heavily tattooed arms over his chest.

“Oh, so that’s how you’re playin, huh? Okay. Alright. All I wanna do is see her again. I’m not going to do anything. I just want to straighten things out. Get a little closure on the situation...”

Eric scoffed. “This coming from the king of overreaction. I don’t trust you.I’m breakin code of my gang by even talking to your ass. Nope. The answer is no. I’m not helping. Do whatever you have to do to me, but I’m not about to help you scare some kid. I’ve got better things to do with my time, buddy...”

Dave’s arm shot out and he pinned Eric against the door of his apartment. Smirking at him calmly. “I know you haven’t forgotten just how much your sorry ass owes me. Because that’s what this sounds like.”

“I guess that’s what it is then. Because I’ve seen what the Serpents can do. I’m not about to bring all that down on my head.” Eric stepped back inside his apartment, slamming the door in Dave’s face, leaving him to glare at the closed door and take a swing.

“Guess I’m doing this all by myself.” Dave mused as he turned and wandered down to a shitty dive bar nearby. He needed to have a few rounds. Come up with a plan.

And a little after midnight, after finding himself a few new talkative friends in some local Ghoulies, things were starting to look up for him. And he was slowly forming a plan.

Now he just had to wait. Pick his moment. Toy with her a little more.

“I’m so close I can almost touch you, scarlet. Soon… Soon you’re going to pay for running your mouth to mommy about me...” he smirked to himself as he unlocked his hotel room and stepped inside.

#sweetpea fanfiction #sweetpea fanfic #sweetpea fic #sweetpea imagine #sweetpea imagines #my writing ; sweetpea #my fanfiction; sweetpea #my fics; sweetpea #// stalker tw #// seriously. these next two parts are gonna get a little... scary. #// you have been warned

[ladykateofledfordpark]

When Darkness Emerges- Avery’s Confession (Part 1)(M!Avery x MC)

So I decided to write Avery’s confession myself, because why not? This will be a series of fics, to which this is the first part.

This fic was inspired by this ask, sent by @aloehasrose:

This fic is dedicated to my fellow Avery stans: @a-i-n-a-a-s-h @mysticmiraculer @flowerpowell @unicornfatty @aloehasrose @itsbrindleybinch @kingliamsbish @jlpplays1 and @lady-kato !

Tagging also @mariaoz and @desiree-0816 , my wonderful friends! ❤

Pairing: M!Avery x MC (Dawn)

Summary: Avery decides to take Dawn on a little scavenger hunt. This one, however, is a bit different than what she will expect...

Unedited.

Note: Idk if it's just me but for some reason my phonr doesn't show the gaps I put, but the computer does. So for easier reading I suggest you read this from the computer. ^-^

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Dear Dawn,

I've noticed you've been a bit more bored lately, so I have a little scavenger hunt prepared for you.

Meet me outside the building where we had our first real kiss. You know the one.

-Avery "Freaking" Wilshere

Dawn smiled at the note Avery left in her trailer. It was so like him to tease her for that moment when they first met. Looking back at it now, she made a complete fool of herself. Seriously, if she could go back in time and make it un-embarrassing, she would.

As per Avery's instructions, Dawn met him at the entrance to his New York mansion. He was dressed in his usual pink shirt, the same mischievous smile on his face. Once she stood beside him, Avery took her hand and led him to his Audi. Dawn groaned, but Avery didn't give in. He pulled her till they were standing in front of his convertible, staring at each other.

"Another one?" Dawn asked with mock exasperation. Her eyes sparked with her familiar enthusiasm, waiting for the next adventure Avery would take her on.

"You don't seem that disappointed." He observed.

"But what about the scavenger hunt?"

Avery cupped her cheek. "This is the first step, love. Once you pass this, you'll get the clue to the second one."

Dawn's grin grew. "Intriguing."

Avery prssed a quick kiss to her forehead before walking over to the other side of the car. "Let's go."

They drove past the hundreds of the skyscrapers, into more rural territories. With music in their ears, time passed much faster than usual. Dawn found herself belting out to songs, accompanied by Avery's melodious voice. They truly were a power couple, and the music industry better beware!

"We're almost there." Avery declared after too short a time.

The nerves and exhilaration immediately returned. Dawn's heart beat at the pace of the pounding music and her hands once more became sweaty. She looked out the window, admiring the green fields that were now surrounding them. A place of solitude, of quiet, was the perfect remedy for her stressful life. She wasn't dreading this, but rather looking forward to Avery's surprise. What was he going to show her?

They parked at a very remote area. Dawn scanned her surroundings as if she was a detective in a very serious mystery. Where was this place? What did this bare hill have that was so special?

Avery gently took hold of her hand. Dawn breathed in relief when she realized her palms weren't as sweaty now. The sound of rushing water reminded her of all those meditation classes she took years ago and the colorful flowers gave her hope and strength. Yes, they were up high. And sure, there was no guarantee no one was pushed off this cliff, but... positive thoughts?

She glanced at Avery, and when his eyes met hers her worry deflated. She released a shaky breath and let out all her doubt. Why was she so nervous? Avery was here, beside her, and he would always be there for her. Because he was hers, and she was his.

Huh. It was still strange to think of them like that.

"This way." Avery pulled her along, his warmth soothing all her fears. Yes, she was still scared of falling to her death, but she needed to remember. Everything. Was. Okay. It will be okay.

But her mind rebelled against her very sound logic. She looked at the ledge and imagined falling to her death. It would be painful and awfully embarrassing, but she already had a bad fall at the Vinyl awards. This couldn't be that much worse, right?

She really needed to stop thinking. This was not helping one bit.

"Um... where are you taking us?" Dawn's voice wobbled. She tried not to think about this, but her boyfriend was taking her closer to the ledge. And she wasn't ready to test for herself how painful this fall would be.

Avery's eyes met hers. They twinkled in the late-morning sun, shining him in a way Dawn never experienced before. "Somewhere secret. You'll love it."

For a moment Dawn forgot to breathe, before she remembered that it wouldn't be smart to die from her boyfriend's beauty. So, reluctantly, she lowered her gaze. "Okay."

Avery chuckled as he tightened her hold on her hand. "Don't worry, love. I won't let anything happen to you."

"Alright."

Dawn waited for him to leave, but Avery was now frozen. She frowned as she gently touched his shoulder. "Hey, is something wrong?"

Avery blushed. "No, everything's fine. I just-" he trailed off. Dawn frowned, but before she could question him, Avery started descending a narrow path. It almost seemed like he was familiar with this area, but Dawn couldn't concentrate on that fact. She was too busy holding onto a rock nearby; AKA not falling to her death.

She was so focused on this small assignment that she was surprised when Avery stopped. "Is this it?" she blurted before raising her gaze.

What she saw stole her breath away.

It was a simple waterfall, shorter than the hill itself. It looked so quaint among the surrounding hills, like a small diamond that is just happy to be part of the rough. Dawn's eyes shone as she looked at the greenery surrounding it, adding a bit more color to the rocky clusters. She breathed a sigh of relief when she saw a small pool under the waterfall. At least now Dawn knew that even if she would fall off the cliff, she could still survive.

"So this was right under our noses the whole time?"

Avery laughed. "Yes, it was underneath us when we parked. We're now on the opposite side. You see?" He wrapped an arm around her shoulder and pointed at the top of a hill.

"That explains quite a bit."

They stood there, watching the water cascading down the rocky surface. Dawn marveled at the way the water fell into the pool, sending water drops everywhere. Avery pulled her closer,  and Dawn automatically lay her head on his shoulders. She breathed in the cool air and the muscles in her body slowly relaxed. This was harmony. This was happiness.

Dawn knew this would become one of those memories she would always look back to. It was clear that this moment with Avery was one she would never forget, because everything in it was perfect. The beautiful view, the sensation of Avery's hand on hers, the comforting sounds. There was nowhere she'd rather be.

She closed her eyes. Avery brushed a loose hair from her forehead, his touch gentle and loving. "I have something for you," he whispered.

"What is it?"

Dawn knew she should open her eyes, but she couldn't. She didn't want to lose this moment, and ridiculous as it may be, she knew that once she would open her eyes everything would disappear.

Thankfully, Avery didn't comment on that. His hand continued stroking her forehead gently, in a manner so pure it was clear how much he cared. Dawn smiled, and from the way Avery's movements slowed she knew he was doing the same.

After too short a time, Avery spoke. "Open your eyes. It's the first part of your prize."

Dawn sighed. "Do I have to?" She was so calm. If it was up to her, she would live in this moment forever.

"I promise it's worth it."

She opened her eyes with a slight huff. "Fine."

Avery's eyes twinkled with so much happiness it was almost worth Dawn's sacrifice. He extracted a small not from his pocket, his cheeks now slightly pink. "Here."

Dawn carefully took the note. She read it quietly, and by the time it ended she couldn't speak.

When darkness emerges, gripping life in its threatening claws

You’re the one who takes my hand

And leads me somewhere far

Away from the hurt and the pain

Of the dark side of fame

To the light of hope, love and a new start

A place where I can be without a broken heart

"Avery... it's beautiful."

He smiled gently. His rough hand cupped her cheek, and his voice was much weaker than usual. "There's more."

Her eyes widened. "There is?"

He nodded. "But those are for later," Avery met her gaze, his eyes twinkling with something indescribable. "For now... I say we have some fun."

"What do you mean?"

He carefully took the note from her hand. Dawn stared at him, her thoughts rendering her speechless, when Avery suddenly took her hand. He zipped his pocket closed, before a mischievous smile rose to his face. "Time to go."

And then he pulled her into the pool with him. Dawn squealed as the water welcomed her, a light laugh escaping her lips. Avery grinned as he waded, then swam, deeper into the water. Dawn followed him hesitantly, but froze when she realized they were heading toward the waterfall. "Avery, why are we going there?"

His eyes twinkled. "I'm curious. Come on."

Reluctantly, Dawn followed her boyfriend. They swam till they were right in front of the waterfall, and then dived together till they reached a wall. Once they reemerged to the air, they were met with a solid stone wall. Avery chuckled as Dawn frowned at the wall. Was this why he brought her here?

"I didn't expect this wall. In movies there's always a cave behind the waterfall, but..." Avery smirked. He climbed onto the slippery floor beside the wall, laughing as his feet slipped on the stone. Dawn carefully drew nearer, and before she knew it she was standing next to Avery on a stone platform.

"So you brought me here because you thought there would be a cave?"

"I wanted to check if the myth was true."

Dawn giggled, but her laughter disappeared when Avery took her hand. She blushed, but before she could decide what to do, Avery pulled her closer. They were now almost touching, and the knowledge sent pleasant tingles through her nerves. Avery lowered his head so they're lips almost touched, his breath fanning her face. "But I also wanted some privacy."

Dawn closed her eyes as she forced a smile to her face. "Really? What for?"

His lips brushed hers. "This."

#choices #playchoices #platinum #choices platinum #avery x mc #avery wilshire #avery wilshere #avery wilshere x mc #avery wilshire x mc #mc x avery #avery x dawn #choices fanfiction #playchoices fanfiction

[bittersweetsongbirdsworld]

I'd Take A Bullet For You- Yoonmin Social Media AU

When the truck pulled up to an old, beat up building, Jimin was plain out confused and concerned. Why would the enemy be in such an old building, in the middle of town, where everyone could see them? Jimin was use to the ware house he woke up in, but then a large, fancy mansion. To be honest, Yoongi was more obvious than anyone else out there.

Jimin was broke out of his trance when he felt Taehyung elbow his gently, catching him off guard. When he looked up at Taehyung, his blood ran cold.

Taehyung was wearing such a wide grin on his lips, a bright, almost giddy smile that he looked almost psychotic. A smile that showed pure excitement and adrenaline.

"Aren't you excited, Chim? We get to watch the boss in action! It's also your first time watching the boss use his power," Taehyung beamed as he bounced in his seat.

Jimin couldn't say he was excited at the slightest. He was more anxious and the dread was weighting down heavy on his shoulders. Couldn't Yoongi just get a new dog and call it good? It's just a dog after all.

"That dog is probably the only reason why Yoongi is still here with us."

The simple sentence knocked the wind out of poor Jimin's lungs. What did Taehyung mean? The baddest man alive is alive because of a damn poodle? There really isn't no way.

"There is no way, Taehyung. I love you, but I can't believe it. That man has killed countless people and hasn't even batted an eyelash," Jimin's breath came out shaky as he continued on. "He is a blood thirsty man. No dog could tame a man like that."

The truck when silent, a silence that made the air feel heavy. The silence that made even the baddest men out there fidget in their seat. The silence was a piercings thing and it was making Jimin anxious.

"Taehyung I'm sorry-," Jimim couldn't even finish his sentence before Taehyung cut him off.

"You don't have to like Yoongi. I know you two didn't start off the greatest, but Yoongi is a good man. He protects the one he loves and he kills the ones who threaten them. It will take some time for you to see the real Yoongi, so just give it some time."

Jimin was awestruck by Taehyung's love for the mafia leader. He seemed so happy to even mention the mafia's leaders name, but was even more esthetic to even be in the same room as him. The love Taehyung showed for the mafia leader had Jimin taken aback.

When the truck's lights dimmed, Taehyung started for his door. The rattling of his sniper on his back and the many knifes that littered his belt made Jimin shutter.

"Yoongi will be waiting outside. The trucks will stay here while you four are inside. Now," Jin huffed as he eyed the four in the truck. "Be careful. I can only heal so many. I don't want to operate on a dead body now. You three." Jin looked back at Taehyung, Jimin, and Jeongguk, his eyes full of worry. "You're very young. You may be young, but you're not invincible. Caution is key. Now out, Yoongi is waiting."

The three nodded their heads before the four scrambled out of the truck, Namjoon stealing a quick kiss from Jin before he slipped away. Jimin could have sworn he saw a dust of pink across Jin's cheeks and a small smile.

When the group finally gathered, Jimin was a shaking mess. The intense stare from Yoongi made him sick to his stomach. The sharp, piercing scowl made everything fuzzy.

"Here is the mission: Kill everyone and get my fucking dog back. If you get into trouble, yell for help. We will be paired into two, I will go by myself. Namjoon and the Dove, Taehyung and Jeongguk, and Sangwoo and Hoseok. Don't disappoint me now. I don't want to blast this building down with just a simple energy blast, that would be boring." Yoongi let out a scoff before he turned towards the building.

The air suddenly became heavy with magic energy, a feeling Jimin would probably never get use to. When Yoongi turned to Jeongguk and gestured Jeongguk towards him, Jimin couldn't say he wasn't confused. He was even more confused when Yoongi walked over towards a large boulder and touched it, a light finger brush against the rough surface.

Jeongguk then proceeded to pick up the large boulder as if it weighted nothing, Jimin's mouth dropping open with pure shock and amazement. Then, Jeongguk threw the boulder into the air before he balled his hand into a fist. When the boulder fell down to eyes view, Jeongguk laid one blow on the boulder, the thing shattering into thousands of little rocks.

Taehyung blew Jeongguk a encouraging whistle before he sent him a wink, Jeongguk's face flush with embarrassment. Yoongi nodded his head at Jeongguk before he brought his arms into the air, his hands out in display as the thousands of rocks hovered in the air, Yoongi's brow pinched together as he considerated on the building in front of him.

Everyone waited anxiously before Yoongi threw his arms out, the rocks flying at a speed that seemed to be farther than light itself. The rocks embedded into the old building, the sound of glass shattering, bricks breaking, and a loud alarm filled the night air.

Without as so much as a warning, Yoongi took off to the building. Jimin watched as the mad man jump over broken glass and bricks, his moves smooth, but sloppy.

When Jimin felt a tug at his shirt, he found himself running into the building, Namjoon's hand wrapped around his small wrist. Everything came crashing down when they entered the building, dead, bloody bodies littered the floor. Jimin choked back a screamed as they made their way further into the building.

"I'm going to fucking die. I'm going to die."

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Most feared man in Seoul, South Korea bit off a little more than he could chew. With the police hot on his trail, Min Yoongi could only do one thing: Kill all his men, burn the building down, and relocate. With Min Yoongi "dead", he is given the chance to slip amongst the shadows of Seoul and build up his once unstoppable army of blood thirsty thieves, criminals, and murders.

Jimin was a sweet, caring, kind young adult when he first met Min Yoongi. It was a simple bump of the shoulders and a string of apologies before the other could open his mouth. A simple "sorry," was exchanged before they parted ways.

The second time Jimin ran into Yoongi was in a dance studio, Jimin practicing his heart out; while the other watched.

The third time Jimin ran into Yoongi was the day Jimin dreaded. With the most feared mafia leader standing in front of him, things chanced for Jimin. Jimin was now a puppet for a man he couldn't even side eye without receiving a harsh punishment.

Will Jimin plan an escape plan, or will he find love in a cold, blood thirsty bastard?

🍻13/?

#angst #mafia au #namjin #original character #taekook #violence #yoonmin #yoonmin au #anger #anxitey #bts angst #anxiery #jhope #hate #love

[rex101111]

Izuocha week day 5- Strength/Weakness

Okay so this one is SUPER LONG one shot somehow instead of a drabble. Yay!

And it’s super angsty! Yay!

...what? At least one of these things needed to be.

"It wasn't your fault."

Izuku paused in the middle of unlatching the lock on his front door at the sound of the soft mumble behind him. His grip tightened around his ring of keys, his heart thundering in his chest as he bite his tongue to keep from screaming.

"None of that was your-"

"Can we not-" Izuku muttered between his teeth, voice chocked. "Not now, please?" He looked behind him to look at Ochako, her hero costume burned and covered in soot much like his own, her face a picture of grief despite whatever encouraging words she tried to use.

She looked like she'd been struck, and he cursed himself for doing nothing but hurting people today.

He shook his head. "No wait I-" He took a deep breath and looked at her again, voice slightly clearer. "I just-don't think either of us wants to hear something like that…right now."

(Concrete shattering and buckling under its own weight, fire licking at his face, people screaming)

Ochako eyes lost focus for a moment, opening and closing her mouth at a loss at what to say to that, before letting her head drop in a quiet nod.

An apology burned in Izuku's stomach, but he just couldn’t bring himself to say it. "Let's just…let's get out of these clothes." If he took one more breath laced with the bite of smoke, he was going to lose his mind.

He unlocked the door with a soft turn of his key, pushed open the door and waited for Ochako to enter. She looked behind her for a few minutes, eyes focused on the distance, before sighing and slowly padding into their home, already working on taking off her shoes as Izuku locked the door behind her.

Half an hour later, Izuku was standing in front of his bathroom mirror as he placed one last bandage on a burn in his left thigh, eyes twitching from the sting of disinfectant. He looked up when he finished, spying the many elastic pads and off white bandages adorning his face, trying his hardest not to think about what put them there.

(The flames deafening around him, the heat boiling him alive, smoke in his lungs he can't breathe he can't breathe-)

"Izuku!" He flinched away from the hand on his shoulder, whipping his head to see Ochako clad in nothing but her slightly damp underwear and her wet hair framing her face. Any other time the sight would have sent him sputtering, but the various angry red spots and lines marring her body only sent a dull chill down his spine. "Are you okay? You spaced out there for a minute."

He shook his head harshly, scooting a bit away from her, the sight of her wounds digging a pit in his gut. "I'm okay just…still a bit out of it."

Ochako frowned, raising a hand to brush away some of the hair stuck to his forehead, revealing a bruise that traveled up into his hairline. "Are you sure that hit didn't…do anything bad?" Her face scrunched up in worry. "Maybe we should call Recovery Girl-"

"I'm fine." He snapped between clenched teeth, moving his head away from her touch (doesn't deserve it-this-her-never deserved anything especially not tonight) and letting out a harsh breath. "The paramedics already cleared me to go home…I'm…fine."

"O-oh…" Her hand wilted to her side as she looked away, eyes down cast. "S…I'm sorry."

(She shouldn't sound like that she shouldn't not Ochako not her she should be smiling and happy what's wrong with him-!?)

"No." He ground out past his screeching head. "No don't be I shouldn't have…" He loses what he means to say before he finishes his eyes wondering back to her, head still down cast and eyes hidden under her wet brown locks. "Do you…" He looks at her wounds, every angry red mark a tally mark of guilt stabbing into him. "Do you want help…patching up I mean?"

She runs a hand over one bruise on her shoulder and winces, which brings out a broken chuckle out of her. "Yeah." She looks up with a sad smile. "I'd like that."

He reaches into the medicine cabinet for another bottle iodine and rubbing alcohol along with a few more rolls of bandages, sets them on the sink and gets to work. They spend a good half hour like this, Ochako quiet and pliant under his hands as he covers her wounds one at a time, only making a sound when disinfectant touches a particularly sore burn.

He walks around to reach her back, and the sight of the long, jagged red marks on her back makes him want to jump out of his skin.

(Ochako screaming, a large woodan beam engulfed in flame fell right on top of her. She doesn't fall, a crying bundle in her hands as she simply shrugs off the burning wood off of her and runs full tilt to the window to jump.)

"It looks worse than it feels." She mumbles lamely, hugging herself mutely as he finally sucks it up and takes another cotton swap into the iodine. That takes a good five minutes, partly because Ochako asks for half a second to catch her breath from the pain every few swipes, and half because Izuku needs to make an effort to keep his cool and not crush the bottle in his hands.

He finished wrapping the last bandage on her back over her shoulder, hands shaking slightly as he put them against his knees. "We'll…go to Recovery Girl in the morning." He said, unsteady. "Just to make sure everything's okay."

Ochako nodded. "Okay." She went to the laundry room and picked up a random shirt to pull over her head. She went to the hallway connecting the bedroom and living room and found Izuku standing stock still while looking at the door to the bedroom. "…Ya know…" The sound of her mutter caused him to look over his shoulder at her, eyes unfocused. "I…don't think either of us are going to be sleeping tonight.

Izuku could only nod bleakly, barely responding as Ochako took his hand and led him to the couch in front of the TV. The both of them sat heavily on the cushion, staring straight ahead at the black screen, hands stiff at their sides.

Izuku lost track of time staring into the TV, mind blank and unresponsive, before he felt Ochako lean her head on his shoulder and wrap her hands around his forearm. Taking in a shuddering breath before he leaned his forehead on the crown of her head, taking in a lungful of her shampoo.

(Vanilla and green tea, typical Ochako. Stronger than usual…must have used half the bottle washing her hair…couldn't blame her.)

Another long stretch of silence went by, nothing but the sound of cicadas crying in the night air coming into their apartment through an open window in the kitchen. Izuku feels one of Ochako's hands leave their grip on his hands and sees it reach across the couch…and come back with the remote.

Izuku's eyes nearly bulge out of his skull. "Ochako we don't-"

"I need to hear it Izuku." She says her voice raw and impossibly fragile (not fragile never fragile never how why didn't help-) as she grips the remote. "I need to see if sh-if everyone made it out okay…I just need to."

He opened and closed his mouth, struggling to find some way to stop her, afraid (cowardcowardcoward- ) of what the news would do to her…to him.

"Please."

Every single half argument he had shriveled up and died. He reaches with his hand to clasp it around hers and squeezes, but doesn't say a word.

She presses the ON button, and a picture of a news anchor flickers to life.

"-and continuing on from there, we have an update on the fire that broke out in midtown Musutafu a mere two hours ago."

Ochako nearly crushed his hand in hers.

"For those just tuning in, a villain with a fire quirk escaping capture by local heroes entered a residential complex, and, in what police say was a desperate last attempt to get away, started a fire that quickly over took both him and the heroes pursuing him when it overheated a gas pipe and caused an explosion." The news anchor adjusted his glasses with a disturbed look on his face. "The fire quickly grew to consume the whole building, leaving fighters with little to no way to enter and rescue whatever survivors remained."

Ochako worried her lower lip with her teeth, Izuku squeezed back.

"Soon enough, several heroes arrived on the scene to assist, among them the veteran pro hero Backdraft, and relative newcomers Uravity and Deku." A video of the fire as it happened appeared on the screen, making Izuku's heart jump to his throat. "Although it seemed the rescue attempts were proceeding smoothly, the building soon began to collapse inwards due to the damage of the fire and gas explosion."

He could feel Ochako shaking and shivering under him, but when he reached for the remote, she yanked it away from him with a firm shake of her head. Her eyes stayed glued to the screen, refusing to budge.

"The heroes on sight were quick to save as many as they could before the building fully collapsed." The picture changed to several still pictures of the heroes carrying out civilians before going back into the flames, including Izuku with a man and a woman on his back and Ochako with a bundle of clothe in her hands that she gave to a nearby paramedic just as the building caved in on itself.  "Five people, including the villain and heroes, were killed in the initial blast. Another 10 perished in the flaming building, with at least a further 15 still unaccounted for."

Ochako bit her lip hard enough that she opened a cut and blood trickled thinly down her chin, Izuku could not move, a deep dread settling in the back of his head.

"…And unfortunately," The news anchor continued with a bitter sigh, "not all those rescued survived the ordeal." Ochako froze. "About five had succumbed to smoke inhalation and injuries caused by the fire…including among them five month old toddler Minami Ako, who passed away from smoke inhalation just minutes a-"

The remote flew out of Ochako's hand and embedded itself firmly into the television, sparks and smoke sputtering out of the cavity.

Izuku couldn't think, couldn’t breathe, all he could do was slowly look back to Ochako as she breathed heavily and slowly started to make distressed sounds as she hugged herself and rocking back and forth in a panic.

"O-Ochako…" Izuku pushed back his panic as far as he could manage (help help her HELP HER YOU MORON-) and put his hands on her shoulder to still her, "Ochako please you need to look at me please-"

A soul shattering, spine-freezing scream tore itself out of Ochako's throat, shocking Izuku stiff before she flung herself at him and clung to his form like he was the only thing keeping her from drowning. She sobbed and screamed into his chest almost incoherently, Izuku only barely able to get his bearings enough to hold her close and run his hand through her hair and rock her gently, his panic coming back in full force.

"She was-I had her-" She gasped and sobbed into his shirt, her nails digging into his back as she cried. "I had her! I had her in my arms!" She started screaming in earnest, voice going hoarse. "I saved her! I got her out of there! And it didn't even MATTER!"

"Of-" Izuku mumbled, still in shock himself before he shook himself straighter. "Of course i-it mattered Ochako-"

"NO IT DIDN'T!" She swung her head to look at him, tears streaming down her cheeks. "I HAD SOMEONE IN MY ARMS AND THEY DIED! AGAIN!" She slammed her face back into his chest, shaking from her sobs. "IT'S NIGHTEYE ALL OVER AGAIN! I HAD HER! I HAD-" She collapsed into helpless sobbing again, her words cutting Izuku to his core.

It's been years, over a decade now, since that fateful mission against the 8 Precepts, since the day the great Sir Nighteye perished, but not in a blaze of glory, but attached to dozens of tubes and on a hospital bed as he breathed his last.

Ochako was the one who carried him to safety, who was depened on to get him out of danger fast enough to save his life…and in the end it didn't matter.

Izuku had vague memories of the days following that incident, focused as he was on Eri and Togata, but he could recall Ochako being…quiet, in those first few weeks. She smiled less, laughed less, talked less…he wondered if, when she was alone, she broke down like this…like she did during the sports festival.

He could not stop her tears, not then, not now…but that didn't give him the right to do nothing.

"Nighteye didn't die because of you." He said of a sudden, voice clear and sure despite the tears that have started to gall down his cheeks to match her own. "Ochako that didn't happen because you weren't fast enough."

Ochako only buried her head deeper in his chest, refusing to look at him.

He grasped her shoulder and hauled her up to meet her eye to eye. "Nighteye died protecting his student and a young girl, he died doing his job." His words felt bitter on his tongue, but this is something she needed to hear…that he needed to hear. "There was nothing you could done to save him."

Sniffed miserably. "If I had been faster-"

"You weren't." He stressed, squeezing her shoulders. "You went as fast as you could, pushed yourself to the absolute limit to save him…he was just…too far gone." He looked at the broken TV set for a split second before looking back at her. "…and so were the people in that building."

She sobbed weakly. "Izuku stop-"

"You went at it like you were mad." He shook her so she couldn't ignore him. "You were surrounded by fire and smoke and had a wooden beam fall on top of you and you just kept going." He put her faced between his hands, feeling her wet cheeks on his palms. "You tried, you never gave up, you saved everyone you could reach." Izuku smiled wetly. "Not even All Might…was able to save everyone."

Ochako stilled, Izuku's words getting through. To hear him place trust in her was one thing…but comparing her to All Might?

"You didn't fail." He said, voice warm and cheeks growing wetter as his panic gave way to his own sorrow. "I froze up in there Ochako, people needed me and I froze up…but then I saw you…charging through the fire." He smile shrunk by an inch. "You saved me there too."

Ochako, hiccupped before another sob left her. "All those people they…she died because-"

"Ochako." Izuku exclaimed, resolutely. "This…" He took a deep breath, the tears in his eyes clogging up his throat. "This…wasn't your fault."        

Ochako let out a chocked sob, covering her mouth with her hands, looking at Izuku, seeing her pain reflected in his eyes as he held her face in his hands. She reached out for him, running her hands through his hair while minding his bruise, gulping the lump in her throat. "It…wasn't your fault either."

Izuku opened his mouth, to agree, to refute to argue, it didn't matter. Ochako flung herself at him, wrapping her arms around his neck as she kissed him desperately, the salty bite of their tears where their lips met.

They soon stopped as Ochako hugged him closer, her head next to his as he squeezed closer as he shook, their sorrow melding together in their embrace as it came pouring out.

They spent a while on the couch like that clinging together as their shared sobs quieted and slowed, until they sat silently in a calm embrace, their arms so limp one of them could just get up and leave…which they wouldn't, even if they had the strength.

"Sorry."

Izuku looked at Ochako for a moment, not sure he heard her right an account of her sore her voice sounded, "what was that?"

"I'm…sorry for just…" She gestured vaguely with one hand. "Just…falling apart like this." She shook her head. "I feel kinda…selfish for doing that."

"Don't be." Izuku smiled with a weak chuckle. "I was doing the same as you…after a night like this…I think it was a good thing we both, uh, fell apart like that together." He buried his head in her head again, letting out an easy breath. "I was actually gonna apologize for the same thing so…don't worry."

Ochako was quiet for a while, taking in the smell of him this close and safe, before sagging against him and sighing. "Thank you, by the way, for being here when I…I really needed it, really thank you Izuku." Her head was jarred for its comfortable position by Izuku laughing of all things, which she responded with a quick jab to his stomach. "What's so funny?"

"Nothing." He chocked and laughed, rubbing where Ochako hit him. "It's just…are you going to steal the words from my mouth all night or what?"

He laughed again, and this time Ochako joined him.

She shook her head, and rubbed one of the many bandages covering her form. "We should…probably go find Recovery Girl…we kinda did a lousy job on these."

"You mean I did a lousy job." He hugged her with a tired smirk. "But yeah…we should probably find her sooner rather than later…who knows how she'll react to us just…leaving without getting proper medical attention."

"Not in a fun way…that's for sure."

He laughed again, this time with a bit more strength behind it.

---

Recovery Girl, did not, in fact, react well to them running off. The only reason they didn't get an ear full for running off while having several first degree burns was that she simply had far more people to deal with than them, so she sent them off with a reprimand and a promise this would not be the last they hear of her and the subject.

Ochako felt the spot where the large wound had been, a phantom sensation of where the wooden beam landed on her as she-tried to save the child from the fire. She felt a frown tugging down on her lips before she felt someone hold her hand.

"You okay?" Izuku smiled down at her worriedly, only mollified when she squeezed his hand back. "…I think we had enough excitement for one day…wanna go home?"

Ochako nodded, feeling dead on her feet. "Yeah, I could use a long nap after-" She stopped, the sound of inconsolable sobbing reaching her ears and making her heart drop through the floor.

"Ochako?" Izuku fretted, seeing her look somewhere to her left. "Did something hap-" He stopped, his face falling. "…oh."

Right there, across the hall, were the two people Izuku had managed to get out of the burning building…the parents of Minami Ako.

"Ochako…" Izuku whispered in her ear, they were in civilian clothes so they had not yet been spotted, they could still walk away. "You don't have to-"

"I do." She said firmly, though her voice still shook. She clenched her fists as she saw the mother cry and sob for her lost child, a stab of shame going through her at her own display of grief earlier while the woman had been going through so much pain. "I must do this."

Izuku was quiet for a moment, before he nodded. "Okay, I won't stop you."

"They need someone to be strong for them." Ochako muttered, some doubt in her voice if not her words. "I need to be that strong someone."

"You don't have to be strong alone though."

Ochako looked back at Izuku at those words, a warmth floating through her as she met his brilliant smile. "Do you…" She mumbled quietly, "do you really think I can do this?"

"Of course." He stated confidently. "You're Uravity, the hero who picks people up."

She saw a flash of sadness in his eyes then, and she grabbed his hand. "And you're Deku, the hero who can save anyone."

They shared a scared but determined smile, took a breath, and walked towards the grieving couple.

Tomorrow, they would need to file an official report, coordinate a public announcement towards the victims and their families…but today, tonight, they fulfil their duty towards Minami Ako.

And they do it together.

#My hero academia #Midoriya Izuku #Uraraka Ochako #izuocha #Izuochaweek #Izuochaweek2018 #stuff rex wrote #Strength weakness #okay this is like legit the saddest thing I've written #I'm happy with it! #but damn

[jepleurs-icry]

My Life, My Mess, My Legacy Part 2

If you read part 1, then you are getting a glimpse of my earlier years.  Time goes by.  At the end of part 1, I wrote that I should have ran from a relationship that was not easy, it was scary, fearful, confusing, it gave me low self-esteem because I was made to feel that way.

My daughter's are the reason I stayed with him for 11 years.  After 5 years of being married, I knew I had to leave but was not ready yet.  I needed to learn some skills, for work, to support myself for later on.

The divorce came after 11 years, and it was very rough on the girls.  They lived in suitcases for about 5 years of going back and forth, as that was how the divorce settlement was written up.  Not my choice for sure.

Eventually, I did learn that one of my daughter's was caught stealing.  I went right away to the Police station and talked to a Juvenile Officer.  I went to the drugstore and talked to the Manger.  She was pleasant and happy I was addressing the situation so my daughter did not do this again.

Seems like her troubles were happening when she was staying at her Dad's house not mine.  I contacted a good lawyer this time and it was settled that the girl's would stay with me.  They could see their Dad when they wanted, but no more living out of a suitcase.

After that, things settle down.  I moved on, went out, found a group for divorced parents, joined and had fun.

After about 2 years, I met a handsome man who was British.  He was newly divorced and at a dance.  My girlfriend handed him a piece of paper with my name and phone number on it.  He put it in his pocket.  I thought he would call but he did not.

But one day, out of the blue he did call.  He made a date and we went out to dinner that weekend.  We talked for a long time at the restaurant.  Maybe 4 hours.  He had 3 children.  He was smart, different, handsome.  I was attracted to him.  At the end of the date, we had a quick kiss and said goodnight.  That was in 1989.

It was getting close to Christmas and I hadn't heard from him.  He had given me his phone number, but I was not a call the guy type of girl, except this time I did.  He was going to England to see his parents for Christmas.

One Christmas Eve, 1989, I was visiting my Foster Mother in the country where I grew up.  Around 4 o'clock she suffered a stomach hemorrhage and vomited blood.  I called the ambulance, but by the time they reached us they could not intubate her and she passed away.

My daughter's were with me on that dreadful day.  They came with me to the hospital, and had to wait in the waiting room until the coroner came to get me and asked me what happened.

My Foster Mother was on blood thinners since she was 63.  She had surgery to repair the arteries in both her legs as cholesterol had built up.  On Christmas Eve 1989 she was 77 years old.

The coroner said her stomach lining had burst, as the blood thinners had eaten away the lining.

It was really tough to go through that.  It stayed with me for about 5 years and eventually I made peace with that day.  I realized it was a blessing that it happened while I was visiting her.  At least she was not alone.

Then, one day the "guy" called me.  I told him what happened.  He was sympathetic , but not overly so.  That kind of surprised me.  He did not ask me for a 2nd date.

A friend, from the divorced group called me; said she was going to have a dinner party.  A murder mystery dinner.  She was going to call the "guy" up as she had met him at another time and place.  She knew I liked him.

The evening of the party came and it was a lot of fun!  He was there sitting beside me.  But, I stayed cool,  I became sarcastic and indifferent towards him.  The dinner ended, the mystery murder was solved, and everyone went to sit down in the living room.

He could see I was upset at him for not calling me or asking me out again.  I knew he liked me.  Perhaps he was not ready for a relationship.  The time came to say goodnight and we walked out together.  When we got to my car, we kissed and talked for so long.  I knew I wanted this man in my life.

After that, he called all the time.  We went out, I eventually met his children, he met mine.  We became a family.  He was British, sophisticated as the English are but also depending what region they come they can be snobby. He told me or I guess one day I found out he did not like African Americans.

This was disturbing to me, as my Foster parents raised me that a person's color is just a difference.  Nothing to fear.  They were not racist and they taught us (me and my sister) not to be.

But my guy made racial comments at times and they were degrading.  He said it was because his brother who lives in South Africa, had trouble with the locals there.  That was his explanation.  Silently, I hated this part of him.

After 2 years of dating, we became engaged.  We got married.  His parents came over from England for the wedding.  They seemed nice enough.  I noticed that his Mother was scrutinizing me at times.  She would undermine things I said.  I complained to my finance, but he brushed it off.

We rented a convertible to get around in.  I was driving one evening, and ended up in another part of town.  This part of town was not so rich.  The houses were smaller, and you could tell it was a rough neighborhood. Our honeymoon was on Singer Island in Florida.  A rich neighborhood.

In the car he said to  me... What are you doing? Get out of this place.  It's bad people who live here.  Meaning African Americans.  He asked me if I was scared of the neighborhood.  I was naive, I said no.  Again the racial interlude showed it's ugly face.

Honeymoon was over in about 6 days, we returned home (one that I put the down payment on).  His parents had stayed to babysit my dog.  My boxer.  They did a great job and she was a great dog!  The Mother in Law still undermined me. After a week or so the in laws went back to England. Time went by.  We had been married less than a year.  The true colors of MY NEW HUSBAND came out even more..  He stopped paying attention to me.  He became rude, indifferent to my needs or concerns.

Having had an abusive 1st marriage, I was not about to go through this again.  We had been to family counseling prior the wedding.  This helped us because on some weekends, there were 5 children in the house and we did not want to have disciplinary issues.  Things had to be fair.

Like I was some kind of pawn.  He went away for two weeks.   When he came back I did not pick him up from the airport.  He took a taxi home. He entered the house,  I was on the sofa watching TV.   He said to me, " So did you cheat on me while I was gone"?.  I laughed and told him just because it happened to him while he was married to his first wife, I could not never do that. Plus I was still recovering and never went out of the house. For whatever reason, and I will never know exactly, but the idea crossed my mind that he was comfy now, had a home with me in both our names, he was no longer living in a friend's basement.  I will never know why he changed towards me the way he did, but it hurt and it reminded me of my 1st husbands abuse.

I could tell things were not getting better, so I went to see the counselor for myself.  The counselor asked me if my husband was drinking.   Yes, sometimes he would have a beer after work and a couple of them on the weekends.  Which is the norm for some people.  We had liquor downstairs and there were liquor glasses in the dishwasher.  That told me he was drinking after I went to bed. Eventually, while all this neglect and emotional deterioration was going on, I was getting sick.  I could no longer support the beauty salon I had purchased, as the clientele was not there.  The man who sold me the business had lied about the actual income too.  I was in the process of suing him. With the new marriage and the business going down the toilet,    my health paid the price.  I developed an auto immune disorder.  I was weak, had sinus after sinus infections, fever, loss of appetite, and I developed asthma. I was 31 or 32 years old.  I had to quit my job. This went on for 3 months.  During that time, his parents had invited us to go visit them in England sometime in May. They were going to pay for the airfare.  It was a nice gesture, but I knew I could not go. I was just too sick.  I could not face them or his brother and wife, etc. being so sick.   I explained to my husband that it was best that I did not go as I was too sick.  He told me I should go.  But I knew it was impossible for me to travel. As time approached to May his parents called and asked if I was going to come too.  He told them no, as I was still so sick.  Then he told me, I'm glad your not going because I will not let you come with me now. I was so crushed that he said that. So, I went to a support group.  It did not help, it was sad. Stories about their spouses drinking and how the coped with it.  I knew what I had to do.  I did not sign up for this kind of life. I wanted out.  I asked for a divorce in October 1992. The fighting for who was getting the house started almost immediately. I had put down $15,000.00 from my inheritance towards the purchase of this house. He paid the mortgage every month, but I bought the groceries and paid for the cable. He thought he would get the house and I would get nothing. This is what he told me. I responded in kind saying that no judge would give him the house after I had put the down payment and paid for groceries and other things. We finally settled on $10,000 payable to me, and he remortgaged the house and kept it for himself. I didn't care anymore. I just wanted out of the marriage and could hardly wait to start my life over again. So tell me. If you can? Why did I make such a costly mistake. He seemed genuine at the beginning. How did things go south so fast? This is my mess number 2 with men at least. The emotional cost and financial aspect blows my mind! This was a total of 11 + 4 years = 15 years of my life gone down the toilet. The only good thing was my two beautiful daughters. How could I have made such a mistake? I think a trained counselor could have helped me understand the situation. How many times in life do you have to pick up the pieces. I always thought I was smart, intelligent, witty, down to earth, could figure things out, was very independent. But when it comes to love I sucked at recognizing some signs I guess. But if the signs are hidden a person can never know what their future will be. The divorce was going through, and I moved out in December I believe.  He did not even fight for our relationship, which I thought was very sad. If you truly loved someone wouldn't you fight for them?  To make it work I mean. My new life settled in, I was working full-time by then, and seemed happy enough except for money struggles once in awhile I was doing pretty good. It took about 2 years for my health to return to normal.  I became active again in the singles group, joined a softball league, and went back to the dances. Two years past by.  I was starting to forget about "my guy" whom I was crazy about the first few years. Life continues as they say... and that's what happened... my life

continued. Thank you Chickapea

#abuse #manipulators

[mystic-messenger-writing]

Hi, I've spent the past few days reading your headcannons and I'm in LOVE with them! I was wondering what were your headcannons for a weak MC wanting to arm wrestle with the RFA+V/Saeran? Hope it's not too much, Have a good day! (I really love your headcannons. Keep writing!)

You’re so sweet anonny, thank you so much for the kind words and support! Okay so I really liked this idea and ended up making these super long so my bad! But thank you for the request and I hope that you enjoy!! ^^

Yoosung

Yoosung came home from work one day very confused by the odd set-up of his apartment

You removed everything from the kitchen table and had motivational music playing, your eyes perked up when you saw your boyfriend

“Yoosung Kim, I challenge you to an arm wrestling competition! The loser has to wash dishes for the next two weeks!”

This boy had to try and not giggle because of how cute you looked but he suddenly felt nervous, you had terrible arm strength

Of course, Yoosung wasn’t the strongest guy around but he knew he could beat you in arm wrestling

So he made the mental decision to go easy in you and let you win because how could he crush you when you looked so cute and determined

Yoosung got into position and you counted down from three, using all of your strength to try and push his arm down

But you were so weak that it was almost impossible for you to win but Yoosung let his arm go slack and you slammed his hand to the table

“Haha I win! You gotta do dishes now, sorry Yoosungie. Maybe you should try and do some arm strengthen exercises to get on my level!”

Yoosung couldn’t help the giggle that escaped his lips, making you confused but he quickly gave you a kiss and headed to the kitchen to start his punishment

“You’re right, MC. Maybe you can give me some lessons and someday I can maybe beat you! But until then, stop playing that motivational music and help me clean up!”

Zen

Zen woke up one morning to hear you grunting, making him sit straight up in bed and run to you

He feared the worst but stood dumbfounded when he saw you stretching your arms

When you noticed Zen staring at you, you jumped but composed yourself and pointed at his chest, eyes lit with fiery determination

“I, MC, challenge you Zen to an arm wrestling match! Loser has to let the winner do whatever they want with the loser’s hair!”

Oh no, this wasn’t good for Zen at all

He knew that you were seriously lacking in arm strength and that he could easily beat you in a match but he didn’t want to destroy your confidence

On the other hand, his silky silver hair was precious to him and who knows what kind of things you would do to it, it was quite the predicament

But Zen went along with it because maybe you actually had attained some arm strength

When you and Zen were set up, you screamed start and he found out that your arm strength was just as bad as he remembered

He tried to make it seem like he was trying but in actuality he could probably crush your arm if he tried with his strong muscles

So he decided to let you win and when you hit his arm down on the table, you jumped for joy

“I can’t believe that I actual best you, Zen! Alright, now time to make your hair beautiful!”

Zen groaned and nervously brushed his fingers through his hair as thoughts of his perfect hair being ruined filled his mind

“Yeah yeah I know you won but please MC, be careful with my hair. If anything bad happens I’ll make sure to beat you the next time we arm wrestle!”

Jaehee

Jaehee is typically a no-nonsense kind of woman and doesn’t like jokes or pranks

But you’ve helped her lighten up more which she appreciates, except for when she came home one day

You had cleared the dinning room table and wore a sweatband around one of your wrists, you grabbed Jaehee’s arm and led her to the table

“It is time Jaehee Kang, time to have an arm wrestling competition! The loser must give the other a shoulder and neck massage to show for their defeat!”

This was quite the dilemma for Jaehee, that massage sounded heavenly to her since she’s been working her butt off at work all week

But she also knew that your arm strength was awful and she could snap your arm like a twig thanks to her superior arm skills thank to judo

The look of concentration on your face as enough to convince her to let you win

So once the battle commenced, Jaehee tried to act kind she was trying to push against you, even though she used no strength at all

When you smacked her arm down to the table, your eyes widened in excitement as you cheered for yourself

“Wow, I can’t believe that I actually won! Your judo skills must be getting rusty Jaehee, maybe you should practice some more to get muscles like mine.”

Jaehee playfully rolled her eyes as she stood behind you to rub your shoulders, if only you knew the truth but she didn’t mind playing along

“You’re right MC, my skills must be weakening. You’ve proven your strength today with an exciting arm wrestling match, congratulations.”

Jumin

Jumin had always found commoner things and ideas interesting

You would show him a new food or a new store but he was not expecting a new game like the one you’d show him today

He was surprised when he came home to find you lifting weights and doing arm stretches but he just told himself to go along with it

When you noticed him enter, you set down your weights and rushed over to him, dramatically pointing to him

“It’s about time you came home but Jumin Han, I challenge you to an arm wrestling contest! The loser has to bathe Elizabeth the third!”

Jumin cringed at the thought of his precious cat taking a bath, it was never an easy task so he didn’t want to lose

But he also knew how weak your arm strength was so he didn’t want to crush your spirits

He contemplated his options for a moment, you were lifting weights so maybe you were getting stronger

Either way, Jumin didn’t want to lose as he awkwardly set his arm in position and when you said start, he realized that you were just as weak as re remembered

He glanced and saw that your weights were only 2 pounds heavy, that explained to him why you were just as weak as he decided to let you win this silly match

When you hit his arm to the table, you cheered for yourself, you couldn’t believe that you beat Jumin

“I did it, I beat you Jumin! I can always lend you my weights if you need them. Have fun trying to give Elizabeth the third a bath!”

Jumin couldn’t help but smile at your enthusiasm, but he wasn’t looking forward to giving his fussy cat a bath

“That was a fun commoner game, MC. Although I believe that I will make the loser’s punishment since I do not expect myself to lose next time.”

Seven

Seven was always the one to surprise with all kinds of random things but now, it was your turn

One day he was snapped out of his work trance when he heard loud music playing

He walked into the living room to find you decked out from head to toe in sports attire complete with a sweatband with your initials

When you saw Seven, you handed him his own sweatband with his initials as you struck a dramatic pose then pointed to him

“You, Saeyoung Choi, have been challenged by me to an arm wrestling competition. The loser must do whatever the winner demands. No matter what it is.”

Seven was never one to say no to a challenge, especially seeing how much work you put into this

But he also knew that you were the weakest person he knew and he didn’t want to crush your spirits

So he put his sweatband on his head and determinedly prepared himself for the arm wrestling competition of his life

You battled valiantly but your strength was pitiful compared to Seven who’s had agency training

Seven thought that he should let you win just this once and let his arm go slack, making you slam his arm to the table, cheering with boastful pride

“I can’t believe that I won! I, MC, have defeated the great God Seven!”

He smiled at your cute victory chant but dreaded what you were going to make him do, he’s done some pretty awful pranks to you so he prepared himself for the worst

But when you announced that you wanted him to take the day off to rest, Seven happily complied and snuggled with you on the couch  

“This is the best punishment I’ve ever had and I’m happy that I was defeated. I should let you win more often, MC!”

V

V would do absolutely anything to make you happy, although today you were acting a bit off

The second he came home from a photo shoot, you grabbed V and dragged him to the kitchen table

He was very confused, but he went along with it because he knows that you can do some crazy things sometimes

You made him sit down, he tried to hold back his giggles because of how cute you looked when you were determined as you declared your decree

“It’s time that we have a challenge so V, I declare that we have an arm wrestling contest! The loser has to do laundry for the next month!”

V was now at a lose on what to do, both you and himself were never fans of doing laundry so he did want to win

But this boy also knows how weak your arm strength is and he didn’t want you to feel bad

So being the precious angel he is, V made a silent resolve to let you win the match

You were so bad at arm wrestling that V didn’t think his acting would be convincing but it somehow fooled you

V smiled to himself as you smacked his arm to the table, your eyes widened in disbelief at your victory

“Did you see that V?! I actually won! We need to work up your muscles if you ever want to beat me someday!”

Even though he had to do laundry, seeing you so happy made V happy himself

Although V did have some problems with doing the laundry, he accidentally overfilled the washer with fabric soap

“While I am happy that you won MC, I won’t lose in our next arm wrestling match. But it was actually a lot of fun, let’s do it again soon.”

Unknown

Saeran never understood the strange, random games that you would want to play with him

He usually just ignored them and let you win on purpose until you elaborately set up the kitchen table

When you noticed him enter the room, dragged Saeran to the table and set him down as you excitedly explained to him what you were doing

“I have a fun challenge for you Saeran, an arm wrestling match! The loser has to let the winner give them as many kisses as they want!“

There were times when you would attack Saeran with a barrage of kisses which he didn’t usually mind but you always seemed to give them out when he was cranky

So he didn’t want to lose the match but he suddenly remembered how weak you were and reconsidered

When you started the match, Saeran couldn’t believe just how weak your arm strength was

Sighing, he purposely let you win, you couldn’t believe your eyes as you got up from your seat to cheer for yourself

"I did it Saeran, I really beat you! Now come here and let me give you lots of kisses!”

Saeran couldn’t help the laugh that escaped from his lips, your kisses always made him happy and ticklish

Seeing him happy made your heart soar as you kept on giving him kisses until he finally had to hold you back

“Mark my words MC, I don’t plan on losing another arm wrestling match again. Be prepared to get your butt kicked next time.”

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Prompt 1: Welcome Home

This is from my personal prompt list. These will vary between one-shots and multi-chaps. I’ll post them on my fanfiction account, too, so check me out over there! (Link in bio)

Prompt 1: Welcome Home 

SasuSaku

Post-”The Last”

One-Shot

Sakura's hands trembled. Each expert chop shredded away the round cabbage she'd purchased earlier that day in the market when the sun was high and the streets were busy. Now, it is almost evening. It is time for families to gather, for meals to be prepared. It is time for friends to speak of joyous memories and mundane duties, with smiles on their faces and food in their stomachs. 

With an expert flick of her blade, the sliced vegetable gathered atop her knife. She separated it equally into three mounds, placing it neatly beside the Tonkatsu pork chops she had finished frying only minutes before. The woman took a step back to eye her plates. Were they presentable? Did it taste well? Sakura had followed her mother's recipe perfectly, but she had a knack for making even the freshest foods inedible. There's nothing wrong with adding healthy ingredients…but many tended to be bitter and hard to swallow. With a vicious inhale, the slender woman devoured the aroma of her hard work and went to fix the table.

She had very important guests coming. As she sat the last of the chopsticks down, three simple knocks rapped on her front door. Wiping her sweaty hands on the front of her apron, she untied it and hung the worn thing on the handle of her kitchen oven. Sakura's steps were slow and graceful, despite her uneven heartbeat. Naruto stood before her with masculinity and aristocracy. Though his eyes would always show innocents, it was clear that he had mature. He was no longer the wild, sly fox of his youth—after all, he would be Hokage in a few years.  

Training was difficult and tedious for the Kyuubi. Sadly, because he was busy learning the trade, he and Sakura rarely saw each other much anymore. Still, the man made sure to keep at least one day out of the year open for her. Sasuke had promised the same. Naruto smiled—a charming little thing that showed off the whiteness of his teeth—and brushed by her petite form. "It smells great, Sakura-chan. Is the teme here yet?"

Sasuke had always been punctual. She assumed that if he had not made it to her home at seven on the dot, he wouldn't be arriving at all. The man had been traveling for months now—searching for a redemption he would not find in the loneliness of damp forests and unfamiliar towns. It worked out well for the village, because he was often put on secret reconnaissance missions, and he could protect his people from the outside. Still, Sakura missed seeing him.

She respired, letting the heartache flow from her lips as if it were the very air inside of her.  "I don't think he'll make it…again."   It was the second year in a row. Together the old friends sat, sipping frothy green tea and speaking of important assignments and hospital conundrums. As they conversed, Sakura realized how…utterly uneventful her entire year had been. When she was a girl, a new year meant a new start. Things like a different hairstyle or losing weight to suit her structure better had always been at the top of her lists of "change". 

She did not have the time for such thoughts anymore. The business of her life had taken such a strong hold; a full year had come and gone uninterestingly, but busily. Though Konoha's peace was always a blessing, the woman couldn't help but feel…trapped. It was almost like life was just an endless cycle of scraped knees, emergency surgeries, and non-threatening missions. Naruto spoke of his expecting wife and how excited he was. His years have been a lot more interesting. Hinata was three months along now—and although she had just started to show, the entire village already knew of their pregnancy. 

A hero's child was soon to be born. Everyone was excited to meet the heir. Sakura, especially. 

The blush-haired woman finished her meal and gathered her dishes dazedly as Naruto continued. He waved his arms wildly with excitement. "She eats all of the time now. I'm lucky that she craves ramen, at least!"

"What if your child develops that habit? Make sure she takes all of the proper prenatal vitamins and only eats ramen as a treat. It's so high in sodium!"   She couldn't help chiding him. Naruto always had a way of reminding her of his prepubescent self, and of better days—innocent days—when she had something to pick on him about. She grinned as he brought her his empty dish, leaning against her as he rinsed and scrubbed.

"You're getting better at making food, ya know."

"I practice all of the time." 

"It's a pity you'll throw that one away. I'm…really sorry, Sakura." The sincerity behind Naruto's words was not lost on Sakura. She discards the leftovers and leans against her counter, thinking of Sasuke and wherever he may be.

"It's alright. The food is cold, but his heart is warm. Something must have come up for him to be absent."

She had hoped to woo Sasuke with her improving skills as a housewife. For a moment, the night before, she could almost picture the subtle quirk of his eyebrow as he walked into her home. Perhaps he would say, "It smells nice in here. Did you cook all of this? I'm impressed!"   She rolls her eyes.

As a Genin, Sasuke had expected her to train more and get stronger, so she could be a useful kunoichi and defend herself. As a Chunin, Sakura had become one of the strongest ninjas in the entire nation. Now, as a Jōnin—powerful and famous and an expert in medical expertise—she was worried about childhood fantasies all over again?

It all felt silly. She is caught in between, no longer a child and not yet a woman. The ripe age of 20 tended to do that to you.

Naruto left not long after. He was the anxious type, and when away from Hinata for too long he began to get antsy. Sakura enjoyed his company, though, and reminded him that he was always welcomed in her home. When he left, he took his brightness with him. The emptiness of her one-bedroom flat only taunted her. But, life was as happy as it was sad, and loneliness was nothing to dread. It would be bedtime soon, but Sakura was not tired in the least. 

She sat on her couch and zoned out to the news and weather, frowning slightly at the imminent chance of rain.

As her television blared and its cool blue glow tinted the color of her living room, a small knock sounded on her door. The wind had been howling since midnight, sending waves of fallen leaves against her home. For a moment, she thought that something from outside had come loose and pecked against the wood of her door.

But then, it happened again.

Wrapping her shawl around slender shoulders, she toed on her slippers and grabbed her hidden kunai from underneath her coffee table. She was a kunoichi, after all. Tentative steps led her to the front of her home, and with an excruciatingly slow turn, the knob unlocked and she peeked on into the darkness of the night.   "Sasuke-kun?"

The tall man brushed passed her and shook the leaves from his floppy black hair, letting them fall on the ground of her foyer. She took his cloak in a bewildered panic, brushing the smooth cotton with her fingertips before hanging it on a coat rack. 

"W-w-welcome…" her voice faltered, and the phrase she'd worked so hard on tumbled gracelessly to her newly dirtied floor.

"I didn't make it in time."

Sasuke's statement caused a red heat to feather her cheeks. She smiled as warmly as she could, shaking her head in a ‘don't-worry-about-it' gesture. "You must be hungry. Can I make you something to eat? You can use my bathroom if you need to."

Sasuke was the type of man that could look impeccable even in the thickest of grime. Sakura could not remember a time when he smelled of perspiration or of body odor, even in the longest and most grueling of missions. His scent, however, was always different, almost like his body soaked up the environment around him. 

He smells humid and rainy like he'd encountered a heavy thunderstorm that left him completely dry. She inhaled him.

"Ah," He says, under the impression that her unabashed sniffing had caught something rather unpleasant. He followed her to her small restroom and took the spare clothes she had. It was a simple black top and men's bottoms, still soft and new from a recent purchase.

"I've been stocking up on spare clothing," She explains. "I always get strange visitors in the middle of the night. You wouldn't believe how many stone-cold ninjas are too afraid of Tsunade to go to the hospital!"

Sakura knows that, if he'd let her, she would babble for hours. But he wants to wash up, and her mouth would certainly send him back out to the wilds if she didn't keep calm. 

She makes her way to the kitchen and starts to prepare a modest meal—rice balls with bonito flake filling. She is grateful for her mother's advice in this moment—to always leave her rice out to soak overnight—and it gives her plenty of time to fix her hair and fold up the shawl left on her couch. When everything looks presentable, the woman turns on her tea kettle and waits, thinking of all of the things Sasuke has missed out on, and all of the things she wanted to tell him.

  For some reason, Sakura only has unimportant things pop into her head. Though she knows no one would be interested in the strange price increase on deer antlers and thisslebush flowers like she is, (because they are used frequently in the medical field), she can't help wanting to express this to him. Sakura wants to tell Sasuke that the red bridge they used to meet on has a loose plank—the third to the right. She wants him to know that the cabbage vendor has a new grandson, and that her landlord just turned 68, and that she broke her favorite glass vase a few months ago and still hasn't found a replacement.

Sakura doesn't want to talk about how long he will stay, or when he will be leaving again.

When he walked into the kitchen—barefoot and still toweling off his thick, ebony locks—she had just finished shaping the last onigiri. She is shy with her steps but genuine with her smile. So when Sakura places the food down on the table and pulls the chair out for him, Sasuke can't help but eye her skeptically. She's not angry like his mother would have been for arriving so late. She's not needy like Naruto is when he hasn't seen Sasuke for a while. She's not nagging like Kakashi does when Sasuke doesn't give notice of a delayed arrival. 

No, she is simply Sakura—warm, inviting, and loving—like she always had been.

Sasuke looked at the meal in front of him. He cannot remember how long it has been since having food prepared just for his sake. During his travels, if anyone asked where he was coming from, Sasuke said he belonged to the land—that he was just a roamer with no home to come back to. But he has found his home in Sakura, no matter where he lays his head at night.

  Placing his towel over the armrest of the chair, Sasuke approached her. His words could never fully convey his gratitude, his thankfulness—not like his actions could. 

Gathering her face in his hands, he meets her gaze fully. In this proximity, Sasuke can see the flecks of gold and silver in her shocked irises, and the feathering blush that blooms across the bridge of her nose, and the parted mouth pant that escaped just before her breath was captured against his lips.

And when he moves away, still in her gravitational pull, Sakura says the words she's wanted to say to him the most—the words that wouldn't come out before. It is not about deer antlers, or thisslebush flowers, or the vase she cannot replace. 

It is about them.

"Welcome home, Sasuke-kun."

And in the end, Sakura knew she was right. Because the food may grow cold as their kisses get deeper, but his heart will always be warm. In her hands, he could never grow cold again.

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