#and nobody i know that i see without a mask is sick or is their family or anything

[wingedhallows]

you don't know shit ; the marauders

pairing: the marauders (+ lily x reader ; platonic ) | 1.6k words plot: Things had changed over the summer, you had changed. Why didn't you speak to them & why did you look more dead than alive? prompt: “you don’t know shit about what happened to me.” authors note: i just love angsty shit :)

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Spending the summer at home was hard, horrible even. All your friends decided to spend their summer together, at James Potter's house. You couldn’t join, not when your parents were fanatic purebloods with a grip so hard it bruised, literally.

Sirius had managed to run away, to flee from his parents' iron grip. You admired him for his bravery, but in all honesty, you were a coward, right?

Did enduring it all, pushing through every insult and curse make you strong or weak? You didn’t quite know. The train came to a halt, the whistle reminding every student to get off.

You had avoided them, your friends. You’d usually walk past the Hufflepuffs to the wagon the Gryffindors inhapitated but this year you didn’t. The Slytherin wagon seemed more comfortable, quieter than their wagon. Just to avoid their questions, their worry.

With your bag around your shoulder you exited the train, a heavy feeling on your chest. You could feel it, the way they stared at you.

You looked him in the eyes, Sirius. No smile graced your face this year, there was just nothing to smile about. Your mother had made sure that you’d remember that.

“Y/N, where were yo-” he stopped talking as you walked past them, not giving them the time of day.

“What the fuck.” You heard Sirius say as James rushed after you. “Hey, Y/N.” He caught your shoulder, a confused look on his face.

“Didn’t you see-”I did.” You paused before turning around. “Let go of me, Potter.” You spat, the cold look on your face was painful. You wanted nothing more than to jump into their arms, to give them the warm smiles they deserved.

You ripped your shoulder out of his grip and stalked off, tears threatening to spill. You were sorry, so sorry it hurt.

“Y/N!” Remus yelled after you, but you were too far ahead, thankfully. You would’ve turned around otherwise.

-

Breakfast the next day was weird, you sat at your house’s table, the Slytherins. Nobody talked to you, you had sat at the Gryffindor table the past six years for all they knew.

The boys stared your way, watched how you didn’t eat. The way your eyes looked lifeless and you hadn’t touched your cup once.

It made them sick.

“She’s not eating.” Sirius said, bread in his hand. James leaned over looking over the heads of his friends.

“Is she even breathing?” he paused, taking a sip from his cup.

“She looks dead.” Lily sighed, her head whipped around to look at you.

“She’s skinnier. What did they do to her?” Remus looked over his shoulder as well, the sight of you, how broken you seemed hurt him. It was devastating to see you like this.

The food made you sick and without another thought you stood, determined to get away from it, from them.

Their eyes were on you, you could feel it. Your eyes found James’, against your will because the look in his hurt more than the crucio curse your mother had sent your way when you arrived back home this summer.

Your heart began to pound as you caught a glimpse of them making their way over to you. Your feet began to walk faster, to get away. “Y/N!” You could hear Lily but you didn’t stop walking. You cut the corner, your shoulder almost hitting the brick wall in the process. "Y/N!" Stop!” Sirius's loud voice stopped you in your tracks, your breath hitched as your eyes widened.

“Just, stop.” he spoke quieter, a hand already on your shoulder. You took a breath, eyes closing in defeat before you turned around, face in the cold mask you were just so familiar with.

“What?” you spoke, voice almost too quiet to hear. His eyebrows furrowed as he stared at you.

“What the fuck do you mean, what?”

You looked away, anywhere but his face. “Did you need anything?” A sigh escaped you and James pushed forwards.

“Are you kidding me? You’ve been avoiding us like the plague since we came back.” You crossed your arms and nodded.

“What is wrong?” Remus said, a hand outstretched to grab your arm, you flinched away. “Nothing.” 

Sirius scoffed. “You can’t fool us.” he shook his head.

“Something happened to you back home, tell us.” he tried. A cuckle escaped you, face in a frown.

“You don’t know shit about what happened to me.”

Lily took a step toward you, your herbology book in hand. You took it without saying anything. “How could we, you won’t talk to us.”

“I’m busy.” You paused and took a step back.

“Astronomy Tower, 8pm.” Was all you gave them before you took off. Lily tried to reach for you but you were too fast.

-

There they stood, 8 pm sharp. “She’s not coming.” Moony spoke, elbows on the railing. Lily sighed and sat down next to Sirius who had just lit his next fag. “Just wait.” He spoke, breathing out the smoke. “It’s not been five minutes yet.” He said, shoulder leant on the brick wall behind him.

The door squeaked and their heads whipped around, you could feel their stares. With a smooth movement, you swooped your own pack of cigarettes from your pocket. Sirius had sprung to his feet, his lighter almost lit. You were faster and lit the stick on your own. “I got it.” you almost whispered before he retreated with a frown on his face.

“So, you gon’ talk now?” James threw your way, impatiently. “God, James.” Lily spat and stood next to you.

“What? It’s the truth, she’s been avoiding us, not wanting to be around us. I don’t know what the fuck is wrong with you.” He directed towards you, you sighed and took another drag of your cigarette.

“I will.” You said as you pushed your hand through your hair, desperately begging your heart to stop pounding.

You reached for your wand which was tucked in your right boot and took a breath before you called off the concealment charm and within a second the atmosphere on top of the astronomy tower changed.

Your friends now saw what you saw every day.

What the mirror showed you every time your laid your eyes upon it.

The scars of the objects your mother had sent your way in a fit of anger, the bruises of charms and hexes your father had used when you spoke back and the twitch of your eye, your lips of the many crucio curses you had to endure when you defended your friends.

“Oh my god.” Remus whispered, you took another drag of your cigarette. Your left eye still stung, it was probably blue too. You lifted your head, now looking at them.

“That’s why I couldn't talk to you.” You stomped on the done cigarette and sighed.

“I’m not as brave as you, Sirius.” Tears stung at your eyes, your chest tight.

“My parents are just like yours, selfish, hateful, awful people.” You paused and turned around, staring down the tower. The view was as beautiful as it had been the first time you looked down it. Absolutely breathtaking.

“I can’t seem to leave them, though.” Lily’s hand was on your shoulder now. “I’m too weak.” You let the tears fall, your clammy cold hands wiped at your nose.

“You’re not weak, Y/N.” Sirius spoke, no next to you, his elbow rested on the railing as well. “For all I know, you’re one of the bravest people I know.” 

You stared at him now, your eye twitched again. You could feel it now, the pain, all over again.

“I’m not-”To take all of that, whatever your parents did to you and still stand here.” Lily’s hand rubbed your back as you tried to hold back the sob.

“You’re not at all weak, Y/N.”

Remus stood next to Sirius, his elbow on his friend's shoulder. A sad smile formed on his lips as he wiped the tears.

“We’ll take care of those.” He waved at the scars. “I’ve had my fare share of those myself.” he tried, a weak chuckle escaped your lips. An attempt to lighten the mood.

“There she is.” James grinned. “A smile suits you better.” You punched his shoulder softly and he chuckled at you.

“I’m sorry for ignoring you.” Lily waved you off, an arm now around your shoulder. “Don’t sweat it, love.” Sirius threw in.

“You’re not going back there, though. I hope you know that.” Sirius spoke.

“You could stay with us, I’m sure mom wouldn’t mind now that Pads is stayin’ with us anyway.” James smiled at you and you tried to give him a small smile yourself.

“Or with us, I’m sure my parents wouldn’t mind if I explained.” Lily spoke as she rubbed your shoulder.

“You’re not alone in this.” Remus spoke, a hand on your cheek to wipe the tears.

“We hold together, no matter what.” Sirius said, a hand stroked your hair as he gave you a small smile.

“I love you, all of you.” You spoke, a new fag in your mouth now.

“You’re more than friends” You paused and lit the stick.

“You’re my family.”

James barked out a laugh and took a sip from the bottle he brought up here.

“To family then.” You chuckled and nodded. “To family, cause my own sucks.” Sirius nodded and took a drag from his fag as well.

“This family only.”

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[waxingrunes]

Ghostface Thriller

This was supposed to be my original fully fleshed out Halloween gig but I changed my mind at the eleventh hour to something else. I only have these very rough shallow sketches to offer that started the whole thing. Read on for a little texting excerpt of their conversation from this moment.

And for one single (quite tame?) Ao3 continuation.

Sirius: you know, this whole conversation is just proving more and more disappointing ghostie

Ghost: Why’s that.

Sirius: well

Sirius: the more you talk the more you

Sirius: this is gonna sound weird but you know when you can grow attracted to the way someone sounds without ever seeing their face? the way they hold themselves like through the screen, the way they talj

Sirius: talk*

Ghost: Are you about to tell me you’re crushing on me, pretty?

Sirius: i mean

Sirius: im telling you i think the way you talk is attractive and despite the damning circumstances you’re actually kinda smart

Sirius: you have to be to get away with the sick shit you do :)

Ghost: Mm, nobody’s made me blush before.

Sirius: me calling you a sick shit made you blush?

Ghost: And sent a jolt straight to my c*** little pretty.

Sirius: romantic

Ghost: Struggling to understand what’s disappointing about any of this.

Sirius: oh right

Sirius: well it’s just you sound hot but obviously you’re not actually you know

Sirius: hot

A moment passes where Sirius swaps the phone between one clammy palm to the other, doubting his turn of phrase with the radio silence that’d been dealt.

Staring at the bottom of the screen he waited another whole minute for the three dots to appear, which was excellent restraint in his books, before huffing out a breath through his nose and yielding.

Sirius: no ten wears a mask

Sirius: if you were as attractive as your fancy words make you sound you’d make it known

Ghost: You’re trying to unmask me through the phone and here I was thinking I was the pervert.

Sirius: doesn’t pretty get at least one photo

Sirius: of something? anything? to aid my crush :(

Ghost: Ask nicely.

Sirius readjusted, looking up to the ceiling as if he was going to find some sort of resolve there. What wasn’t yet clear, was whether it was the weight of the situation that was getting to his head and making his tummy swoop with this roleplay he’d voluntarily landed himself in, or, he really had a fucking crush.

Wetting his lips, he swallowed and was already blindly tapping out his response before his eyes fell to it again.

Sirius: please ghostie

Moments passed. Deadweight moments where Sirius convinced himself his shadow was moving on its own accord. In reality it was a handful of seconds but it felt like minutes, ticking by with the faint feeling of something hot dripping down the back of his throat.

Ghost: I don’t make a habit of sending selfies to my toys.

Sirius stared at the photo. It was his time to go quiet now, for reasons he planned to take to the grave; an event which may end up closing in sooner than anticipated if he plays his cards wrong.

Ghost: Tick-Tock, pretty. What you looking at?

The bastard.

Sirius: not much apparently

Sirius: i mean nothing i haven’t seen before apart from your legs

Sirius: never seen those out before

Ghost: You a leg man?

Against his will, Sirius giggled. Flushed in an instance from shame and shock and the feeling of very sudden self-awareness, but still had to swallow the tail end of it.

Sirius: am i going to get anything else more

Sirius: motivating

Sirius: i’ve been good all week and followed your orders

Sirius: i haven’t argued

Ghost: Oh, pretty. Come on now.

Sirius: okay but

Sirius: wouldn’t you get bored if i made it easy

Ghost: Clever boy.

Sirius squeezed his legs together, sinking further into the cushions.

Sirius: then reward me

Sirius: please

Sirius: please please please

Ghost: You’ll get what you want soon, but for now…

Another picture came through and for a sharp second, Sirius hesitated. It wouldn’t be his face, surely. He knew that and yet the moment felt pivotal either way as he hovered his thumb over the attachment and tried levelling his rattling heart.

He opened it, simultaneously losing feeling in his fingers and gaining it elsewhere.

Ghost: I wasn’t kidding about that jolt, not that hard yet but you’re doing a good job pretty.

Picture no.2

#tumblr is going to hide this #remus lupin #sirius black #wolfstar #ghostface #happy Halloween part one i guess #my art

[callmeoncette]

Hobie s chubby reader

I can just imagine him going crazy for someone with a fuss

Thickums

Hobie x black!chubby!reader

There’s some implied sex but like there’s no actual smut

I love a good chubby reader idc idc!!!! And I love the arach-kids and imma always love them!!! Those are my nieces and nephews fr y’all I just got cut out the movie😔

You stood next to your boyfriend and your honorary nephews and nieces as you got chewed out about something during a mission. You couldn’t care less about whatever Miguel was shouting about. You were burning up and your Spidey suit only made it feel worse. Like a wearable sauna.

Your mask was off and you started to fan yourself with your hand sighing loudly. Miguel cut his eyes at you making you return the attitude. He relented and pinched the bridge of his nose knowing he didn’t have the energy to argue with you, “dismissed…” he grumbled walking off as Lyla popped up to tell him something.

“Thank the lord! He see me sitting here burnin’ up and just keep talkin’ bout absolutely nothin’ like…” you tapped away on your watch. When the portal opened you turned to the others, “hey y’all wanna go swimming? My apartment complex has a pool but like nobody be out there cuz it’s full of old people.”

Margo, in person instead of her hologram, agreed quickly, “I love me a good pool, girl!” She said pressing buttons on her watch. The others also agreed excitedly. “I haven’t been swimming since I went with Gayatri.” He said in a love sick tone. Miles quirked a brow, “why’d you say that like it was forever ago it was just last week?”

You laughed, “just get changed and head to my dimension!” You say starting to step through.

Once through you quickly started pulling off your suit revealing your plush, chubby body. You let out a sigh of relief as you bend down to get the suit.

“Enjoying the show Bee?” You pop back up and turn to see him sprawled out on your bed. His eyes low as they study you with a familiar glint in them, “very much so.” His tongue running over his lip ring. You smirk and go to your drawer pulling out your swimsuit. You make your way to the bathroom and hear your bed quietly creak. Once inside you turn around and smirk up at the tall dark skin male leaning against the doorframe.

“Is there somethin’ you need sir?” Your arms crossed. He wrapped an arm around your waist and pulled you to him. His head dipped and his lips brushed over yours as they traveled to your neck where he peppered kisses. He then went and kissed your jaw and then your cheek before eventually moving back to your lips. He pulled back his thumb pulling at your bottom lip as you looked up at him with excitement shining in your eyes. His hand gently went around your throat to hold you in place, “gimme lips, yeah?” he pressed your lips together. Your giggles and mewls bouncing off the wall as he closed the door.

———

You and Hobie had a certain glow after your shower. Both of you smiling without actually smiling.

You were dressed in a white bikini when Margo and Gwen came through bickering. Margo wore a violet and teal one piece with a cut out on the stomach. Gwen wore black and white swim shorts with a teal top.

“[name] doesn’t she look like a girl kisser? She keeps tryna deny it!”

“I never said I wasn’t a girl kisser I just said you kiss girls too!”

You snorted at them and went to record a few videos of yourself in the mirror looking good.

The boys came at the same time with Miles gracefully tripping as he came in when he saw Margo and Gwen who giggle. His red swim trunks had small anchors on them that were black and gold. Pavitr was very smooth with his entrance as he flipped hair and showed off his blue and gold trunks, “you guys like? They match with Gayatri.” His smile practically blinding.

“You two have matching swimsuits?” Gwen asked with a quirked brow.

His expression fell, “well no. She said it was too cheesy, even for her…” he then perked up, “but I bought them and that counts for something!”

You pouted at ‘your’ kids, “awww so sweet Pav! Now come along children. Come get in your favorite parent’s video so I’ll have memories!” You say opening Snapchat and starting to record you all in the mirror. As soon as you started you noticed your pudge stuck out a bit more than usual, “hmmm my fupa really fupa-ing today.”

Just then Hobie strolled into the room dress in patriotic trunks he stole and made his own with tears and safety pins here and there. He got in the video and looked in your reflection in the mirror. He licked at his lip ring and shrugged.

“Good pum pum deserve shelter.”

You could hear a pin drop as everyone stood frozen, except for the punk who went about getting a towel. The video then stopped recording and continued to replay what he said, taking up the silence.

Everyone stared wide eyed. You broke the silence first.

“Hello???”

He looked at you and shrugged, “did I lie?”

You sputtered and Pav started laughing in the back.

“Honestly you’re lucky I didn’ say tha first thing I thought.”

#hobie brown x reader #hobie brown x black!reader #hobie brown x chubby!reader #atsv x reader #atsv x black!reader #atsv x chubby!reader

[specialagentlokitty]

Negan x reader - people can change

Part 2:

A/N: italics will be sign language

When Aaron was back on the road you took his blindfold off, handing him back his weapons and he smiled at you.

“Thank you. Do you have a name?”

Cole stood between you and Aaron, and he held out a slip of paper.

“The ghosts?” Aaron asked.

Cole nodded.

“You don’t talk much do you?”

Nobody said anything, so Aaron decided to stay quiet as well, not wanting to do anything to annoy anybody into killing him.

He did notice that the sick ranged from adults to a couple of children, all which wore the same plain wooden masks.

He was taking notes of everything he saw, anything could could determine whether you were to be trusted as a group or not.

The children despite being sick seemed to just want to play, laughing and giggling but they never spoke, instead they signed like everybody else.

He didn’t know sign, so he wasn’t able to make anything out.

Cole glanced at you, waving his hand in front of your face to get your attention.

Are we sure this is a good idea?

You gestured to the small ground in front of you.

We need medicine and a doctor. They have both. They’d be wise not to try anything.

If they do?

You gestured to the trees.

We’re not the only ones out here Cole. They will be watching for the surrounding trees.

He nodded his head, holding out a canteen to you and you pointed to Aaron.

It was going to take at least two days to make it to the community by foot, so you had to make sure everybody had enough to last the trip.

A leader sacrificed their own needs for the needs of their people, you weren’t too fussed about that.

So during those two days you went without food, sleep or water, you kept a watchful eye over your people to ensure their safety.

Finally the walls of Alexandria drew closer, and your group parted to allow Aaron to go first.

The people of the community raised their weapons and yours did the same, and Aaron raised his hands to both sides.

“They’re here to talk about a trade deal!” Aaron called.

The gate was slowly opened, Michonne walked out.

“You’ll think about a deal?” She asked you.

You gave a single nod.

“Under the conditions we help some of the people first, they need to see Siddiq, then they’ll consider a deal.”

“Nah, we can’t consider a deal with people who won’t even talk to us. Show us their faces or give us their names.” Daryl said.

Michonne nodded in agreement.

“He’s right, how can we trust people who won’t even let us look at them or speak with us?”

You reached into your pocket, pulling out a notebook and you walked over as you wrote, handing it over to her.

‘Help my people, I will speak. The mask stays in until I know my people are fine.’

She nodded.

“I understand that, if things go sideways you wouldn’t want to be recognised. Daryl take the sick to Siddiq.”

You turned to your people.

The sick go with the man. Fighters go with them. Watch carefully. Nobody is to be alone.

The nodded, going through the gates and Cole walked over to you.

“Your soldiers better not attack.” Michonne warned.

“They’re simply here to ensure the safety of the people that’s all.” Cole replied.

Michonne turned to him.

“You’re not the same one as last time.” She noted.

Cole chuckled, nodding his head.

“You’re correct. I’m not.”

You followed her into a house, and you were shown to a table where you were sat down with Michonne, Gabriel and Aaron.

“The rest of the council are busy, Daryl is watching over your people in the infirmary. They’re not your only people, are they?” Gabriel asked.

“No. There is another group of scouts outside your wall, harmless, hidden, just for precaution.” He said.

Michonne turned her head towards you, leaning back in her chair and crossing her arms.

“You said you would talk.”

“You’re yet to ask me any questions that require me to answer. This man can answer any basic ones you have. You have more questions, you and me talk, these two and him talk.”

“Fine.”

Michonne got up and you did the same so you could follow her.

Cole stood up and you pointed to him, lowering your finger and he slowly sat back down.

“You answer them honestly. But remember the rules.”

He gave a nod, and you left the room with Maggie, heading outside and into the street, slowly walking around.

“How many run your community?” She asked.

“Only me. I have levels of command of course, just in case anything happens. Rules, guidelines, all set in place. My back up plans have back up plans.”

“Why?”

You glanced over at her, then went back to watching where you were walking.

“A leader must ensure their group is well protected, that if they fall their group will survive.”

Michonne stopped by a stall, grabbing a couple of apples, and she held one out to you which you shook your head too.

“Aaron said you’ve gone this entire time without food, rest or water.”

“As I said, a leader ensures their group is well first. I have gone longer.”

“Take it, we have plenty. You fed us when you took us back.”

You sighed a little, taking the apple and you put it into your pocket.

“How many of you are there?” She asked.

“I’m not sure, I haven’t counted.”

“A lot of fighters.”

You nodded.

“Yes, everybody fights if they can. Children, teenagers, sick, injured, and the elderly don’t.”

Michonne nodded, taking a turn so you did the same thing.

“The masks?”

“Hand carved, crafted from fallen trees.”

“Creative.”

You stopped, and she did the same thing, turning around to face you.

“You have a man here. Negan. I request go see him.”

Michonne reached for her sword, and you raised your hands.

“I was not part of his crew of bandits, in fact, I took down a large number of them. I’d like to see what befell of the man. I’m sure he’d recognise me.”

“You fought him? He found your community?”

“No, his people kept crossing in our lands. I warned them, they never listened.”

Michonne seemed a little unsure.

“I have no intention to kill him, he thinks he killed us, I want to show him that we stand to our name Michonne of Alexandria. We are ghosts, we walk in the shadows, the wind carries nothing of us.”

“You wish to taunt him.”

“I suppose you could say that.”

This made her laugh a little bit, and she nodded her head.

“Go ahead, show him he lost. Come on.”

You followed her and she took you down to the cells, gesturing for you to wait and you did, sitting on some steps.

A young girl sat next to you.

“Hi, I’m Judith.”

You turned your head towards her.

“Hello.”

“Do you have a name?”

“Yes, I do. But I can’t tell you that.”

“Because you don’t trust us?”

You gave a small nod of your head.

“Yes. But you can call me Ghost.”

“That’s okay. Why do you wear a mask? Is it so we can’t see who you are?”

You nodded again, and she smiled softly at you.

“That’s okay. You’ll see you can trust us. We can all be friends.”

You hummed a little, and you reached into your pocket, handing her the apple that her mom had give to you.

“I’ll tell you what Judith, when I decide to take the mask off, you’ll be the first person to see. Deal?”

She grinned, shaking your head.

“Deal.”

Then you reached into your other pocket, pulling out a cloth and you held it out to her without looking at her.

She took it, carefully opening it.

“What is it?”

“Cookies.”

Judith gasped, quickly unwrapping it to see the little treats.

“They’re shaped like birds!”

“Our baker happens to be rather good.”

“You have a baker?”

“We have many things, just like your community does.”

She took one, holding it out to you, and you took it.

Judith carefully watched you, you knew she wasn’t going to eat it if you didn’t eat first, she was smart like that.

Pulling up your scarf, you lifted your mask slightly, letting you bite into the cookie, and you savoured the sweet taste.

Judith took one, taking a bite, and she grinned from ear to ear.

“It’s so sweet!”

“You don’t need sugar in order to make foods sweet, if you know your plants you can have the same affect.”

You took another bite into the cookie, looking down at the steps, and she looked at you.

Judith tried to peak under your mask, and you placed your hand over her eyes, pulling your mask back down.

“Sorry…”

You moved your hand away.

“It’s alright. You’re curious. I understand.”

You heard steps and you looked to see Michonne coming up.

She nodded and you made your way quietly without a sound down there, standing in the doorway.

“This some kind of trick? Trynna scare me now?” Negan scoffed.

You glanced to Michonne and she walked in first.

“You have your very first willing visitor.”

You slowly walked in, keeping your head down as you turned to face the cell.

“What the shit is this? The execution squad? You twisting my nuts or something?”

You raised your head, his eyes locking with yours under the mask and you watched as he tended up, slowly freezing where he was sat.

“You remember the mask, don’t you Negan?” Michonne said lowly.

“Oh yeah, hard to get that shit out your head when you watch three people wipe out over 50 men.”

You titled your head to the side slightly, and he tried to press himself further into the wall.

“Does one person really scare you that much…?” Michonne smirked.

He chuckled slightly, glancing at her before turning his eyes back to you.

“If you saw the shit these fuckers could do, you’d be pissing your pants. There was no sign, no noise. One minute you think you’re safe, the next these fucking things have you surrounded, you blink and then they’re gone again. Not a sound, not a single word. Half my convoy gone, all because we stepped on the wrong road.”

Michonne looked at you, and you titled your head to the other side.

Slowly you crouched down, and he grabbed a book, ready to use it as a weapon.

“Wow, you’re really shitting yourself here over one single person.”

“You think that’s it? There’s more, there’s always more of them, laying in wait for that one signal.”

“We know.”

Negan furrowed his brows a little.

“Oh yeah, there’s more inside this community and outside too. We know that Negan, so while you sit in here, unable to run, just think about that.” Michonne warned.

She left the room and you stood up, following her as well, closing the door behind you.

Making your way back up to the street with Michonne she laughed slightly.

“Now that’s a man who is terrified. Did you really kill his men?”

“They did the same as you, come into our area, we watched them, they were a threat. Looking for us, so we wiped them out and sent one back with a message for Negan not to travel that road.”

Michonne turned to you.

“Did he listen?”

“He sent more and more people trying to find us, even came out once himself.”

“You didn’t kill him?”

You shook your head.

“He willingly left, said he wouldn’t come through again and he never. It was a battle he knew he couldn’t win.”

“What did you fight him with? Guns?”

You tapped the sword on your hip.

“We all have them, found a weapons exhibit. Took all we could, learned to craft our own.”

Michonne seemed confused.

“May I?”

She nodded, and you stepped back, showing her you meant no harm and drew your sword.

When it was halfway out there was a small crack sound, and a spark, the rest of the blade lighting on fire and you twirled it a few times.

The fire on your sword dimmed a little as the breeze went by but it didn’t go out, not until you ran your hand over the blade, flicking the liquid and some flames on the floor.

You put the sword back, and stepped on the small flames to put them out.

“What the hell is that?”

“There’s fuel in the the scabbard, and a small additional catch on the blade and the inside of the scabbard itself to create a spark and light them.”

“You made these?”

You turned to her, and you gestured to the house.

She took you inside, back to Cole who stood up, and you looked at him.

“We are willing to do trade with you. What do you need?” You said.

You all sat back down.

“Honestly right now we’re at war, with people who wear walked skins, we need weapons, dry food.” Gabriel said.

“We can deliver these to you. In return all we ask is for medicine at the moment and warm clothes and blankets for the winter.”

Michonne smiled, nodding her head.

“We can do that.”

You stood up and so did she.

“Then it’s settle, Lakeshore will work with Alexandria, the hilltop and Oceanside.” You said.

Michonne shook your head.

“We are allies.”

You let go of her hand, and stepped back.

“I will send one team away, to bring what you asked for, for now if you accept my request I’d like to stay here until my people are well.”

“Yes, I’ll have a place set up for you all.”

“When my people are well, we will discuss the idea that you gather all your leaders, we will bring you to our community, as we have seen all of yours it’s only fair you see ours.”

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atychiphobia (1) | lee chan

genre: non idol! dino, figure skater! dino, skier! reader, sports au

pairings: chan x afab reader

warnings: mentions of anxiety

word count: 5.5k

note: introducing part 1 of chan’s series! i think this will roughly have maybe five to six parts, each being around 5k-6k words. i have included some original characters within the storyline for plot reasons as well, but you should see some familiar names too! let me know what you guys think and if you would like to be added to the tag list ☺️

•••

you have trained your entire life for the chance to compete in the Olympics. starting at age six, you practiced almost every day. although, at the time, you felt miserable; you knew that you were setting yourself up for victory someday. through countless training sessions and hard work, you caught the attention of the norwegian public earning you the nickname "the scandinavian sweetheart," and a spot to compete in the 2018 olympics in pyeongchang, South Korea.

to you, it felt like you went from being nobody to somebody overnight. after one brilliant run in the FIS Freestyle World Championships, you became a household name. with your almost white hair and beautiful blue eyes, you became a role model for the young girls and a hopeless crush for the boys. your coach, Aksel, basked in the praise and attention that his bright star had begun to receive.

sponsors came rolling in like waves, your follower count on every social media platform skyrocketed, television broadcasts constantly stated the fact that you were the best athlete in the entire country of norway. to Aksel, this meant that after coaching you for nearly ten years, his work was beginning to payoff. their work was beginning to payoff.

however, you did not see it that way.

in your mind, your work had yet to begun.

before you could begin to believe that you were indeed the Scandinavian sweetheart, you had to prove to yourself that you deserved the title, that you deserved to be in Pyeongchang. the only way to do that is to win gold.

other athletes were hungry for the gold mainly for the fame and validation that accompanied it while with you; you just didn't want to be a disappointment to yourself and your country.

"y/n, are you listening to me?"

you turned your eyes away from the view outside the car window and turned your head toward your coach, your eyebrows raised. "Yes, Aksel?"

"we are almost to the hotel, so I want to lie down some ground rules," he explained. "one, do not pig out on any form of sweets. two, you will be asleep by eleven at the latest to make sure you are well rested. finally, three, do not go anywhere without informing me first even if you just want coffee down the street. I will drive you in the car."

Aksel rented a car for their sixteen day stay in Pyeongchang in case you wished to travel throughout the city. the thought of you taking the bus or walking made his stomach churn. due to the sickness that was plaguing multiple countries during the winter months, he was terrified you would become sick before your competition even begun.

of course, you had no problem with following any of the rules you coach created. you did not have an outgoing personality, so staying up past eleven and traveling throughout Korea wasn't something you were planning to do.

the car rolled to a stop outside the hotel and the cold air of Pyeongchang felt like a slap in the face to you as you climbed out. of course, norway was colder than Korea currently, but after being in a heated car for a few hours, you were caught off guard.

Aksel walked around to the back of the car, you following close behind, willing to help carry whatever your small frame could.

"put this on," Aksel instructed, holding something out toward you as he opened the trunk.

you took the item into the palm of your hand, a look of pure confusion on your face. "why do I have to wear a face mask?"

"because of sickness, y/n," he replied, pulling multiple suitcases out of the trunk of the car. "the flu is going around and it's common courtesy to wear a mask to prevent the spread."

you did not like germs. you were borderline germaphobic even. the thought of millions of bacteria floating through the air was enough to set you on edge, but you also despised the feeling of the cloth against your face. the texture just felt wrong. however, you did as you were told without complaint.

you positioned the strings of the cloth behind your ears before reaching down to grab your backpack, slinging it onto your back, and your suitcase.

"I got your skis," Aksel told you, slamming the trunk shut. He slung his duffel bag over his shoulder before grabbing your fluorescent yellow skis off of the ground and starting toward the entrance of the hotel.

you quickly followed, your breath coming out in puffs and fading into the frozen air.

when they entered the hotel, the first thing that greeted them was a small Korean man positioned behind the front desk. He smiled as they saw them. "hello. welcome to the Athlete Village."

you let Aksel do the talking while you glanced around at the architecture. Everything just looked so elegant and grand. you felt slightly out of place.

"Which athlete is competing?" the dark-haired man asked.

Aksel stated your name and the man turned to his computer, typing quickly.

"We have her rooming with another women," the Korean man explained. "Is that okay?"

"y/n-“ Aksel spoke, but when he turned around you were no longer behind him. Instead your feet carried you across the hotel lobby and into the arms of a familiar red-haired girl.

the girl was caught off guard at the sudden contact, causing her to drop her bags onto the floor.

"y/n, you are so lucky that I wasn't carrying my skis!" she cried. "you could have just came up and hugged me like a normal human being instead of attacking me."

you grinned, your arms still around the korean girl's neck. "what would be the fun in that, jihyo?"

with a defeated grin, the korean girl hugged her best friend of four years tightly. "It's really good to see you."

"I can't believe it's been six months since we've seen each other."

jihyo opened to her mouth to respond, but was interrupted by Aksel who cleared his throat loudly.

"you and y/n will be roommates for the duration of your stay," he explained. "each country has their own designated floor; however, I pulled some springs and jihyo’s coach allowed her to be placed on Norway's instead of south korea’s. I assumed that you both would like to be placed together instead of with a stranger."

you and jihyo were best friends. you were the best friends that had countless inside jokes and would stay up until early morning talking about anything and everything. jihyo even decided to train in Norway for part of the year to be closer to you. but though all the jokes and laughs, they both knew that putting them in a hotel room together was not the greatest idea.

"that’s why coach just randomly shoved a keycard in my hand and took off," jihyo scoffed. she ran a hand through her hair before muttering "god give me strength," under her breath. you easily overheard.

"why would God have to give you strength if you are rooming with me? I am a blessing after all," you teased.

jihyo rolled her eyes as they followed Aksel toward the elevator that would carry them all the way up to the eighteenth floor which was built to house as many athletes from Norway as possible.

to the two athletes, the elevator ride seemed extremely short while Aksel felt that it lasted forever. from the lobby floor to the eighteenth, he had to tell you to calm down a total of five times due to your rapid talking directed toward jihyo.

at last they were standing in front of room 46.

"this is your room," the older man remarked. "here’s your room key. please be responsible and do not lose it."

"I won't!" you retorted.

"but remember our rules, y/n," Aksel advised.

“of course. don’t eat sweets, don't stay up past eleven and if I want to go anywhere, I have to inform you."

aksel smiled. "i knew you were always smart." He reached into his duffel bag and tossed a box into your hands. "also, here."

your eyes widened as you surveyed what you were holding. "condoms? why are you giving me a box of condoms?"

"they are not from me. the Olympic village gives each athlete a small box every year." the older man said casually as if it wasn't a big deal. "use them as you please."

"so you are giving me permission?" you asked warily, raising your eyebrows.

"as long as you are asleep by eleven, there won't be a problem," Aksel responded. "i’ll be on the coach's floor if you need me."

as your coach started back down the hallway toward the elevators, you handed your to key to jihyo who didn't feel like digging her own key out of her bag.

jihyo swapped the card in the door and pushed it open before stepping inside.

"would you like to explain to me why each athlete gets condoms when they check in?" you asked as she shut the door behind her.

the red-headed girl chucked her bags onto the floor before replying. "have you heard anyone say 'what happens in the Olympic village stays in the Olympic village?' well, it's because casual sex happens a lot. I mean, a lot."

jihyo pulled her jacket off, bending down to stuff it into one of her many suitcases. "I read an article a couple weeks ago that said Pyeongchang are expecting 2,925 athletes to compete. If you are a math whiz like me, that works out to around thirty-seven condoms per person."

you stepped past the older girl, sitting your suitcase onto the bed furthest from the window. you unzipped it before stuffing your red Norway jacket inside.

"the article also said at the Olympic Games in Seoul in 1988, there were so many condoms on top of athlete housing that they literally had to make a rule banning outdoor sex."

your face twisted in disgust at the thought of actually being naked outside with another person. the very thought of being naked in front of another person disgusted you, but doing it where there was no privacy was even worse.

"what person needs thirty-seven condoms over a two-week time frame?" you asked, tucking a strand of your blonde hair behind your ear.

jihyo grinned. "oh, you poor innocent child. when my sister was in the Olympics in 2000 she went through fifteen and some of her friends went through more than that."

your hometown of Oslo, Norway was called the one night stand capital of Europe for a reason. casual sex was a common occurrence and when you used to attend public school, it seemed like every day someone in group of friends had hooked up with someone. you were only one who didn't broadcast your sex life or therefore; your lack of one. so hearing that some people were able to have sex at least fifteen times in a two week period was amazing to you.

"let’s go explore downstairs. I heard that there is a pool." jihyo pulled a plain black hoodie onto her body. "besides, I'm starving."

"do you think there will be grandiosa?" you asked curiously.

"you are the only person who comes to South Korea hoping for Norwegian frozen pizza."

•••

due to this being the first time you had ever had the opportunity to compete in the Olympics, you were nervous to go downstairs.

jihyo was full of excitement and energy. she was excited to see fellow athletes that she hadn't seen since the last Winter Olympics. she was so excited that she failed to see how uncomfortable the younger girl felt.

jihyo had always been known as an outgoing and adventurous person. no matter what was thrown her way, she took it in stride. whether it be meeting someone new or traveling to a foreign country, she could deal with it without stumbling. that was the prime reason why you and her got along as well as you did.

every single time you were with jihyo, you were shoved out of your comfort zone.

today was no different.

you weren’t exactly nervous about meeting new people. you were just afraid that you would embarrass herself.

the two individuals threaded in between the multiple tables that filled the dining area of the hotel, but jihyo automatically stopped in her tracks when you clutched onto her arm, forcing her to stop.

"oh my god," you said, your eyes widening.

jihyo looked at her with puzzlement on her face. "what? what are you looking at?"

you nodded her head in the direction of a brown-haired girl. "it’s jiheon.”

jihyo’s eyes darted back and forth between you two, surprise in her features. "how did she even make it to the Olympics? the last time I saw her skate, she sucked."

"she was barely fourteen when you saw her last," you retorted, your anxiety spiking. "she’s like really good now."

almost as if the younger girl knew she was being discussed, she turned her head in the direction of where you were standing. before jiheon could comprehend who she was looking at, you grabbed jihyo’s arm shoving her toward one of the tables.

"she’s looking over here. get under the table now!" you got on your hands and knees, pulling the back the tablecloth and seeking solstice under the small round surface. "come on! hurry up!"

jihyo appeared beside in a mess of arms and legs and a hiss left her lips as she happened to hit her leg against one of the wooden chairs. "ow, fuck!"

"hush!" you told her, half tempted to place a hand over your best friend's mouth.

"i wasn't even being loud!" the older girl protested.

"do you even realize what her being here means, jihyo?" you questioned. "bad things! it means bad things are bound to happen!"

"why? you guys used to be like extremely close to one another."

you gave your best friend a pointed look and realization dawned on jihyo’s face. "oh, I get it now."

"yeah and if we run into each other, I will-"

your words trailed off as the white tablecloth shifted to reveal a boy with curly brown hair. he stared at the two humans under the table with curiosity in his eyes, but he did not speak.

he seemed slightly familiar to you, but you couldn't place where you had seen him before.

the awkward eye contact that you were holding with the boy was broken as a noise was heard from above.

"why are you looking under the table?" a voice questioned, curiosity in his voice. 

the tablecloth moved once again as another boy peeked his head in to survey the two girls. "oh, that's why."

"do a lot of people hide under the table at the Olympics?" the curly haired boy asked.

"not usually."

you smiled sheepishly at the two boys before turning to your best friend. "i think we are in the clear now."

"we were probably in the clear before," the older girl mumbled as they climbed out from under the table to see that jiheon was in fact out of sight.

"i don't appreciate the tone that you use when you are talking to me."

"do I look like I care?" she questioned.

their blickering was interrupted by one of the boys in front of them clearing their throat.

"why were you guys hiding under the table?" the younger boy asked, cocking his head to the side.

"oh, it's such a long story, but needless to say, we were trying to avoid someone." you couldn't help but blush as the boy spoke to you. you couldn't believe that you got caught hiding under a table by two boys because you were afraid to speak to a girl you hadn't seen in almost two years.

"she was trying to avoid someone. I was not," jihyo clarified.

the black haired boy just smiled, gesturing to himself and the other boy. "I'm joshua hong and this is vernon chwe."

at the mention of the two korean boys' names, your mind was refreshed and instantly flashed back to the last time you had saw them skate. it had been over two years ago.

you had been amazed by the man named josh and how he seemed to have the entire audience in the palm of his hand without even trying. the plushies thrown into the rink at the end of his performance to celebrate almost brought tears to your eyes.

with vernon, you remembered him for his flawless routine that was particularly hard, especially for someone for his age. however, he pulled it off effortlessly. you also remembered him falling asleep against josh’s shoulder during one of their post interviews.

jihyo smiled at the boys. "I'm jihyo and before you think I'm a freak, she's the one that dragged me under the table, not the other way around. I'm completely normal, I promise."

you rolled your eyes. "she's not normal. she's a liar." you turned back to josh and vernon. "it’s nice to meet you guys. I'm y/n."

josh raised his eyebrows at you. "you saw us skate before, haven't you? you were sitting in the VIP section and you told me good luck right before I got on the ice."

on top of irrational fear of failure, you were also afraid of being forgotten. you were afraid that the moment your soul left the earth that your name would leave the world's minds. you would mean nothing, so the shock on your face was apparent as josh explained that after two years he remembered your face.

your tone of voice gave away your surprise to his reaction. "yeah, I'm surprised you remembered that."

"well, it made me feel happy, so yeah, thank you for that." josh gave you a kind smile. "have you guys ate anything yet?"

jihyo shook her head. "No, but I'm starving."

josh gestured in the direction behind him before turning back towards the girls. "uh, we have a bunch of friends in the lounge room. there’s food in there if you would like to join us."

you opened your mouth to respond, but jihyo was already replying. "of course, we would love to!"

with everyone in agreement, the girls followed the boys toward the lounge area for any of the athletes who wished to use it.

as they entered the lounge area only two people were present. your eyes widened with recognition as you took in the sight of the two familiar human before you.

"y/n!" hirai momo screeched, throwing herself into the arms of the younger girl the moment she realized she was in the room. "I've missed you so much!"

choi seungcheol smiled at the blonde girl. "she really has. all she's been talking about for the last few weeks is how she'll get to see you at the Olympics."

"you are as excited to see her as I am," momo retorted. "Don't act like you're not!"

"I'm not acting," seungcheol responded as momo stepped back from the Norwegian girl, allowing her figure skating partner to step forward.

the dark-haired boy held his hands out to his sides, gesturing for you to come forward and hug him. you slowly wrapped her arms around seungcheol’s waist. his arms tightened around your small frame for a brief period before he mumbled "we both really missed you."

"I missed you guys too," you responded, your voice muffled by the boy’s shirt.

jihyo snickered beside you as she noticed the red color that had appeared on your normally pale cheeks.

a few seconds later, you guys pulled away from one another, which allowed momo to once again throw her arm over your shoulder.

"chan was here a few minutes ago, but I think he decided to go take a nap in his room," she explained. "but don't worry, you'll meet him soon."

a flash of black hair appeared in her mind at the mention of the name chan; however, you couldn't picture his face.

"sana, sana, come here!" momo gestured to the small Asian girl who had just entered the room.

the girl named sana came over to the small group of figure skaters, a smile on her face. "Hi!"

"sana, this is y/n and her friend, jihyo," momo explained. "y/n is competing in freestyle skiing for Norway while jihyo is competing in alpine skiing for korea."

jihyo smiled. "Nice to meet you."

you gave the girl a smile as well. "i’ve seen you skate before. You are very elegant."

momo responded with a polite thank you as momo led you toward the couch that seungcheol had previously been sitting on; his spot was now occupied by Joshua Hong.

due to not having seen you in person for at least six months, momo’s lips moved a mile a minute as she covered every topic from ice dancing to her and seungcheol’s YouTube channel.

you listened carefully and carried on the conversation until she was interrupted by the red headed korean girl.

jihyo cleared her throat.

"i don't mean to be rude, but where's the food?"

•••

you had only been in Pyeongchang for almost two days and you were already finding yourself feeling homesick. maybe you missed the weather of Norway or maybe you just missed not having huge amounts of pressure on your shoulders. you weren’t exactly sure. all you knew was that you missed home.

Aksel assured you that what you were feeling was completely normal and it was as a result of the fact that you never had been this far away from your home country before.

you had trouble adjusting to the time change as well. when it was night fall in South Korea, it was mid-afternoon in Norway. needless to say, you hadn't gotten much sleep since arriving and it was easy to tell.

a yawn escaped your lips as all the athletes were ushered toward the dining area after the introduction ceremony. over 2,500 athletes from various countries all had to stand up on stage and be introduced to everyone in attendance. you would be lying if you said that you didn't fall asleep on your coach’s shoulder until your name was called.

it was now almost ten at night and all the athletes were just now about to eat dinner. much to the blonde's surprise, you didn't feel that hungry. all you wanted to do was go to sleep.

"hey, jihyo?" you asked, grabbing ahold of your roommate's arm as weaved through the crowd of people. "i think I'm going to go to our room."

the red-headed girl furrowed her eyebrows with concern. "are you feeling okay?"

you gave a weak smile. "you know Aksel's rules. in bed by eleven."

you loved jihyo dearly, but you didn't want to admit how scared you were to compete and how that was draining you mentally. during the entire Olympic introduction ceremony, multiple athletes; some you knew, some you didn't, approached you and wished you luck. everyone seemed to know your name and were hoping that you made Norway proud.

that just made you feel extremely pressured and nervous. what would happen if you failed? what would happen if you didn't medal? not only would your entire country be disappointed, so would Aksel, your mother, and at the current rate, the whole world.

you could imagine the headlines now as you started down the hallway toward the elevator.

y/n, the Scandinavian sweetheart, falls short in first Olympic debut.

you wouldn't be able to recover from that. a failure that extreme would cause you to put away your skis forever.

a familiar voice pulled you out of your thoughts while also causing your blood to run cold.

"well, it's none other y/n. it's been such a long time."

you knew that you should keep walking. you knew that you shouldn't stop and acknowledge the person speaking from behind you, but every muscle in your body seemed to lock up at the sound of the voice.

you slowly turned around to face the brown-haired boy who was watching you with an amused smirk on his face as he walked toward you.

"i knew that you were bound to make it to the Olympics this year, especially with all the news coverage you've been receiving," jonas solhelm told you. "you are finally having your talent recognized. jiheon was so happy when they called you up on stage."

you surveyed the taller boy in front of you with wary eyes. his tone of voice was too nice. too fake.

although jonas wasn't invading your personal space yet, you still felt boxed in. you felt like you were trapped unable to escape.

"are you still with that choi dude?" he asked, crossing his arms over his chest. "or did Aksel make you break up with him?"

"seungcheol and I were never together," you responded, your voice barely above a whisper. "we are just good friends."

you were being honest, but you could tell by jonas’s facial expression that he didn't believe you.

the boy shrugged. "i noticed that he wasn't sitting at your table, so i was just curious, but whatever you say. it honestly doesn't matter to me anyway."

then why did you ask?

the thought that jonas had been close enough to you to see your table during the introduction ceremony made you feel slightly ill. he was watching you when you didn't even know that he was present in the room.

you desperately wanted to escape to your room or to the dining area where the dinner was underway, but it was practically impossible to do so. if you tried to walk past jonas or tried to walk the opposite direction away from him, he would most likely grab your arm to keep you from leaving.

"jiheon told me that she thought she saw you yesterday in the dining area, but she wasn't sure because you disappeared before she could reach you." your hands began to shake as jonas inched closer to you. "last time i knew you and her were on good terms. why are you avoiding her? it would break her heart to know that you no longer want to speak to her."

you had never been weak-minded or weak-willed. you knew that jonas was just trying to get a reaction out of you. he was trying to get you to feel guilty, but somehow his words still felt like knives hitting your skin.

"jonas, please just leave me alone, okay?" you responded, your voice surprisingly firm. "you and I are on polite terms. don’t ruin that."

your words seemed to go in jonas’s ears and leave without even making an impact. he just stepped closer to you. "that’s why i’m talking to you, y/n. because we are on polite terms. i’m just being nice. i’m doing nothing wrong."

all of the words that were filling your mind; begging you to tell jonas off, begging you to tell him to leave you alone once more, seemed to disappear the moment you needed them most.

"i think she said to leave her alone," a voice responded from behind jonas causing him to turn.

you weren’t able to see who the speaker was based on jonas obstructing your view, but you couldn't help but breath sigh a relief at the thought of no longer being alone with jonas. he made you feel extremely unsafe.

"you aren't a part of this conversation," jonas backfired.

the boy with the dark hair stepped in between jonas and you, his body slightly turned toward you in a protective stance. "yes, I am, and now, you no longer are."

you took in the boy positioned in front of you and your eyes rested on his frame. one word popped into your mind.

chan.

this was chan.

jonas and the boy facing off against one another had to be an odd sight. jonas was every bit the height of six foot, so he had a good five inches on chan, but he didn't look intimidated in the slightest. he stood his ground with his head held high while you remained silent, praying that a fight wouldn't occur.

when jonas realized that the boy wasn't going to move from his position, he rolled his eyes. "whatever." he made brief eye contact with you. "hopefully, i’ll see you around at some point."

he turned around and headed back toward the dining area. you watched him go until he was out of sight.

"are you okay?" chan asked, his dark eyes meeting contact with your bright blue ones as he turned to face you. "he didn't hurt you or anything?"

you swallowed the lump that had formed in your throat and took a deep breath before responding. "no, he didn't. thank you so much for helping me."

"no worries." he smiled, holding out his hand for you to shake. "i’m lee chan."

when you accepted chan’s hand, you hoped that he didn't realize how clammy your hands were. he showed no signs that he noticed. "so you are chan. it’s an honor to meet you. i’m y/n."

chan cocked his head to the side. "momo and seungcheol haven't stopped talking about you since they arrived."

that statement caused a smile to appear on your features. "only good things, i hope?"

chan nodded. "absolutely. they both adore you. they also never shut up about how talented you are when it comes to skiing."

you did not particularly like praise, but you never felt embarrassed by it, so you were shocked when you found yourself cheeks heating up at the boy's words.

"I heard that you are amazing in your sport as well."

he shrugged. "i'm okay." he was quick to change the subject.

"um, would you mind if i walked you back to your room?" chan asked. "just in case that guy tries to bother you again."

you knew jonas solheim better than you knew yourself. there was no way he was going to try to approach you again after the encounter with chan. however, you weren't about to turn down the figure skater's kind gesture.

"yeah, sure. thank you."

you and chan started down the hallway. although he was taller, you were able to keep up with his stride easily.

as they arrived at the elevator, you clicked the button, causing the silver doors open up and both of you stepped inside.

"what floor is norway?" The figure skater asked.

"eighteen."

"cool. my floor is six."

the button lit up as it was pressed and the elevator doors closed.

the elevator had reached the fifth floor before chan decided to break the silence. "so who was that guy?" he asked, rubbing the back of his neck.

"jonas solhelm, norway's prime athlete in skeleton," you responded, glancing down at your feet. that wasn't the answer chan wanted; you knew that. he wanted to know how you knew the boy, but that detail wasn't important.

"skeleton honestly scares the shit out of me," chan replied with a visible shudder.

you giggled, causing a feeling of happiness to form in the figure skater's chest at the fact that he was able to make you laugh after what occurred in the hallway. "me too. sliding down a course head first at sixty miles or more an hour is very scary, but some people live for the thrill."

"figure skating is enough of a thrill for me."

only a few seconds later, the elevator doors opened and the two athletes stepped out into the hallway.

It didn't take long to get to room forty-six.

"well, this is my room," you remarked, stopping in front of the door that had a gold 46 engraved on it.

"alright," chan said, stuffing his hands in his pockets. "have a nice sleep, okay? i know how tiring today has been for all of us."

you slid your key card in the door and a clicking sounded. "you too, chan. thank you for walking me to my room. i really appreciate it."

he smiled. "couldn’t risk you getting cornered by that creep again."

you pushed the door to room open, leaning against it. "goodnight, chan."

"sweet dreams, y/n."

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So if you feel like writing this, I had a little idea and I really don’t write that well, but I love everything you put your creativity and talent into.

So I have a crippling fear of airplanes and I just thought a cute idea is if you’re on the plane and it’s your first time flying, and you get seated next to Hook (who you don’t know) and he notices all the nervous and anxious things going on with you and helps you through them? Him being really sweet and comforting and helping you calm down?

this is actually so cute i love this idea and i hope you love what i turned it into!!

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Everybody goes on planes at some point in their lives, but you were hoping you’d be an exception to that. Unfortunately for you, that just wasn’t the case.

Everyone filed up the steps like they’ve done it a million and one times, but you could’ve swore your knees were going to buckle the second you stepped off the concrete.

Your clammy hands were trembling, heart was aggressively pounding in your chest, and you tried your best to soothe yourself but there was no use.

As soon as you sat down, it all sunk in. You were about to be trapped on that plane, suspended in the air for seven straight hours and there was no changing that now.

You closed your eyes and did your best to inhale a deep, hopefully calming breath, but it only felt like the oxygen in your lungs was being snatched out too soon.

Your shaking hands needed something to hold onto, and your armrest sufficed for that, but you didn’t feel any more secure.

You looked around at all the people surrounding you. Some putting in headphones and reclining their seats back, ready to doze off for the duration of the flight. Others were on their phones or pulling out a book to read, and nobody at all seemed the least bit nervous.

A couple minutes went by that you kept your eyes closed for. You wanted to attempt to sleep through everything and maybe it wouldn’t be so bad. You’d just wake up when you land and not have to remember what it looks like to stare down at clouds instead of up at them.

But you felt someone sit down next to you and immediately opened your eyes, finding that a guy with a black hoodie and sunglasses masking his face had occupied your space.

He stuffed some snacks in the pocket of the back of the seat in front of him before he glanced over at you, letting a small smile grace his lips.

“Hey.” he nods his chin as he removes his sunglasses and pulls his hood down, exposing his deep brown eyes and wildly disheveled hair.

“Hi.” you managed to shoot him your best smile, but it was shaky when it pulled across your lips.

Just then, you heard the announcement that the plane was taking off in just five minutes, and you suddenly felt that gut wrenching twist in your stomach all over again.

You rested your head back and closed your eyes again, attempting to take a couple deep breaths but, once again, they felt more suffocating than anything else.

That’s when you heard the sound of a bag loudly crumbling and glanced down to see the man sitting next to you, pulling out a bag of doritos and a bag of gummy bears from his little stash.

He opened the bag of gummy bears first and tilted them towards you. “You want some?” he offered, but you politely declined. The last thing you could think about in that moment was eating anything. You couldn’t even have breakfast that morning without feeling sick.

He shrugged and reached in the bag, grabbing a couple of the gummy bears and plopping them in his mouth.

You lolled your head to the side and tried to close your eyes again, but the second announcement rang through the plane and you felt like you wanted to bolt.

Suddenly your chest felt like someone double your size was sitting on it and the walls of the plane felt like they were closing in.

The second you felt the plane start moving you meant to grab the armrest, but the man next to you had claimed it.

He glanced down at your hand gripping his arm for dear life, and he didn’t pull away. He looked up at you with a bit of a confused look on his face before he noticed the way you were breathing unevenly, your cheeks were a bit flushed and you had the look of fear in your eyes.

“Is this your first time on a plane?” he asks, and all you can do is nod. You only realized it then, that you’d been gripping that stranger’s arm instead of the armrest and immediately pulled away.

“I’m sorry I didn’t mean to just grab you like that” you managed to apologize even though you felt like your throat was as dry as bone.

“It’s okay” he says as he keeps his eyes trained on you. He noticed the way your skin was getting paler by the passing second and reached down into his stash of treats to pull out one of the three water bottles he had.

“Here, you should drink this.” he says as he hands you the bottle. His brows knitted together as he watched your trembling hand struggle to twist the cap, and took it upon himself to open it for you before he passed it back.

You took a couple sips and felt the slightest bit of refreshment afterwards, but you were still shaking like a leaf and anybody would be able to see that.

“I’m Tyler” you heard the man blurt out. “What’s your name?”

“Y/n” you weakly replied as you clutch the water bottle like your life depended on it. Glancing out the window was your first mistake. All you saw was the city below getting smaller and smaller, clouds beginning to cover the rooftops.

“Whats your favorite color?” The man asks another question, one that was more random than anything else. You pulled your eyes off of the frightening view and over to him, noticing the rather perplexed look that crossed his face.

“Um… I don’t know, honestly. Maybe red? Blue? I don’t really have one.”

“Favorite snack?” he fires another question, “I probably have it in here.” he reaches down and pulls out an abundance of bags of candies, spreading them out across his lap. “Take your pick.”

You looked down at the various snacks, one in particular did seem more appealing than the rest of them, but you didn’t think you’d be able to stomach anything.

“I’m okay, but thank you.” you politely declined again.

He eyed you for a second, taking note that you looked a bit less pale than you did when the plane first took off. He nodded before he gathered those snacks back together and stuffed them in the pocket in front of him.

“Well if you want any later, help yourself.” he says as he slouches down a little in his seat, stretching his legs as much as he can.

He was trying to think of another random question he could ask in an attempt to distract you.

You couldn’t help but to look back out the window, but now all that you could see were the mists of the clouds. No buildings or roads or anything else in sight.

You nearly felt dizzy when you let yourself comprehend just how high above ground you were, and decided it was best if you just didn’t keep looking out that small window anymore.

Tyler saw you starting to get worked up again when you laid your head back and screwed your eyes shut, doing your best not to let your anxiety get the best of you this time.

He glanced down at your hands gripping the armrests and up at your lip being bit down on so hard that he was sure you’d make it bleed.

“Wanna listen to some music?” You heard him ask, peering your eyes open to see that he was extending an airpod.

You almost shook your head, thinking that coupled with everything you’re feeling, adding music in your ear to the mix might make you way too overstimulated, but you just grabbed the airpod and tucked it in your ear, because at this point you were willing to try anything that just might distract you.

He leaned in a little closer, his shoulder brushing against yours as he showed you his playlist.

“I don’t know what all you like to listen to, but I have a little bit of everything on here.” he tells you as he slowly scrolls down.

“Anything, it doesn’t matter” you say back, and he nods as he scrolls back up to the top and hits shuffle.

A couple Metallica songs here, Asap songs there, a few artists you’d never heard of, and a few you hadn’t heard since you were young played for about an hour, the two of you sitting in silence as you listened to the music.

“How you feelin?” He asked as he pressed pause at the end of a song and looked over at you.

“Better, actually.” you tell him. “It’s not that bad. It’s just being so high up- i don’t know-“

“Yeah, it’s the thought of it that’s the worst part. Once you get on though, it’s nothing to be scared of.” he shrugs easily, “I’ve probably been on about a hundred flights this year alone. Once you get used to it, it’s just another thing.”

“That’s a lot of flights” you gaped, “You travel for work or something?”

His brows knitted together slightly before a wide smile played on his face, followed by a chuckle.

“Yeah, usually. I’m a pro wrestler. I’m always traveling for that and some other stuff I do on the side.”

“Pro wrestler? Wow, I bet that’s a fun career to have. You do like- shows and stuff?”

Another chuckle slipped past his lips as he nodded, “Yeah, shows on tv, actually. You ever heard of All Elite Wrestling?”

It rung a bell with you, but you never really watched it. You nodded and then shrugged as you said, “Somewhat familiar.”

“Well that’s the company I work for.”

“That’s cool, i’ve never really watched it, to be honest. I mean, I watched WWE a good bit when I was a kid but, I got older and never really had the time. Maybe I’ll start watching one day.”

“I mean, I don’t want to sound like like i’m promoting or anything, but I think you should. Or maybe you could come out to one of the shows and experience it live. It’s better when you’re there in person.”

“Maybe i’ll do that” you say, watching as a boyish grin spreads across his lips, a bashful smile that ends in him doing his best to hide it by looking down at his phone, realizing that he hadn’t been playing the music because he got too caught up in the conversation.

You noticed the countdown on the screen ahead of you decreasing significantly. Somehow you’d been on that plane for almost three hours already and thanks to Tyler keeping you occupied it felt like you’d been on for no more than thirty minutes at most.

“So is that why you’re on here now?” you asked when the conversation died. “Do you have a show soon?”

“Yeah, tomorrow night.” he says, locking his phone and once again forgetting about the music he was supposed to be playing. “Usually it’s on wednesday nights, but sometimes Saturdays now too. Every once in a while I’m apart of a pay-per-view show and that’s on sundays. My schedule is kind of all over the place right now but, yeah, tomorrow.”

You couldn’t help but to smile at the way he rambled.

“What about you?” He asked. “Why are you on here?”

“Visiting some family.” You tell him as you finally start to feel that weight being completely lifted off of your chest, able to actually breathe again without feeling like your lungs were being squeezed.

“Usually I drive, but I didn’t have the time to get there and back before I have to go back to work. So, unfortunately, I had to hop on a last minute flight and face the one fear i’ve had since I was a kid.”

“Well, you’re facing it.” He shrugs with a grin, “You should be pretty proud of yourself for that.”

He looked down at his phone and realized then that the music was still paused, and you’d forgotten all about it yourself, until he pressed play and the intro to a rock song you were vaguely familiar with started playing in your ear.

You reclined your seat a tad bit, keeping your head turned so that you didn’t manage to steal a glimpse out the window.

He reclined his seat back and crossed his arms over his chest, looking past you, out onto the clouds that floated below the plane.

“You cold?” He asks when you rub your hands over your arms. It was just a way to keep yourself composed, but before you could respond, he was already calling the flight attendant over.

She came back a couple moments later and handed him a thick, white blanket that he opened up and passed one side over to you, keeping the other half of it draped loosely over his waist.

The simple gesture made your heart melt, but you did your best to hide that.

“Thank you.” You whispered as you clutched the blanket against your chest, reveling in the warmth of it.

“You’re welcome.” He grins. You could see his eyes getting heavy, and maybe that was contagious, because as soon as you got comfortable, you could hardly keep your eyes open.

The music being played through the airpod turned into nothing short of a sweet lullaby and before you knew it, you’d drifted off to sleep.

When you woke up, your head was resting on his shoulder. It took a moment for you to realize it, but once you did, you quickly sat yourself up, only to find him already awake, scrolling mindlessly on his phone.

“Sorry- I didn’t mean to lay all over you like that.” You tell him, but all he does is look over at you with that same, boyish grin.

“It’s okay, didn’t bother me at all.”

You felt your cheeks starting to burn, unable to contain the smile spreading across your lips so you turned your head, and that’s when you saw that the ground was rapidly approaching.

You looked at the screen ahead of you and realized that you’d slept through the whole other half of that flight. Part of you was glad that you did, but the other part of you wished you would’ve woke up a little sooner. Maybe talked to the sweet stranger next to you a little bit more.

You reached up and pulled the airpod out your ear, handing it over to him. He was already gathering his snacks that he hadn’t finished and a couple other random items he brought with him.

“Hey?” You blurted out before you actually meant to, but you caused him to stop what he was doing and look over at you.

“I just wanted to say thank you for calming me down earlier. I was honestly terrified, but it really wasn’t bad at all. I actually think… I don’t know, I think I might like planes now.”

You watched a smile spread across his lips and felt your heart fluttering back.

“Im glad I could help.” He grins, “And, I don’t know if you were serious about possibly attending one of the shows, but if you were, you should let me know when you plan on going.”

He clicked a few things on his phone before he passed it over to you, having the new contact screen pulled up for you to give him your number.

You couldn’t help but smile as you typed your name and number, and he couldn’t help but smile when he watched you do it.

He sent you a text that you read later on that night, simply stating his name and a link to all of the upcoming shows, dates and locations, but after that, another text followed, and you couldn’t help but to grin ear to ear when you read it.

“but if you’d rather not come to a show, we can always go out to dinner instead.”

#hook aew #hook x reader #aew hook #hook aew fic #hook aew x reader #tyler senerchia

[dyns33]

Flufftober 25 - Deadpool

Wade Wilson x reader 

           "This must be your favorite day."

           "Because you're a freak."

           "I think he understood. Unless he's stupid."

           "Haha. You guys are sooooo funny. Halloween, my favourite day, because I wear a mask all the time, and under the mask I look like a moldy avocado. Nobody never said that to me. I think someone did, to Batman, so I'll take that as a compliment."

           "You're not as handsome as Batman. With and without the mask."

           "Thank you, Yellow, you're adorable."

           "More than you, for sure."

Wade didn't know why he kept chatting with the boxes. They were never nice to him and they didn't deserve his attention.

Maybe it was because no one else wanted to talk to him. Despite his best efforts, people still ended up finding him weird, crazy, and dangerous. This was incomprehensible to Wade, who thought he was the best friend in the world.

Loyal, funny, ready to kill if asked, for money or a hug.

According to Spidey, Red, and Moon-Moon, the only heroes who agreed to spend some time with him, he didn't do it well. He was too intense and he had to stop threatening people, whether it was to protect the people he loved, or to ask the people he loved to love him back.

And all of that was when he had his mask on.

No normal person ever gave him a chance seeing his face, running off before they tried to get to know him.

It was a bit hurtful, but Wade could understand. He had already vomited and passed out after seeing himself in a mirror. At the same time.

So even if they said that to be mean, the boxes weren't wrong. His scorched pizza face could only come out on Halloween, because people thought it was a disguise then, and everyone praised him, saying he was really awful, which was so cool. Just for that day.

The other days it was just awful.

           "We could enter a contest. We would win a prize."

           "At the end, they will understand that it is not a costume and they will throw tomatoes at you while laughing, like Quasimodo."

           "Even Quasimodo is more handsome."

           "He's not with the girl at the end."

           "And Wade is single, I don't see where the problem is."

           "I want tacos !" declared Wade, who was tired of listening to them, even though he knew they were going to follow him wherever he went. They were silent only when he shot himself in the head, and never for very long.

It was nice to go out without the mask for once. He decided to put on a cap anyway, to avoid attracting too much attention. If someone asked him, he was a sexy zombie, and a famous one, but incognito, so he didn't accept photos, thank you.

On his way, he passed an ice cream shop, and eating ice cream before the tacos seemed like a good idea. It all ended up in the stomach at the end, the order didn't really matter.

It was a little cold, so there weren't many people in the shop. Some stared at him, both frightened and fascinated, smiling shyly at him when he greeted them.

It was that stupid gesture, to wave his hand to embarrass strangers, that changed his life. Well, maybe not his life, but at least his day.

No, yes, his whole life.

Wade's hand passed very close to the girl who was patiently waiting her turn behind him, touching her hair, and they both jumped at the same time.

The poor innocent backed off, while he immediately apologized, explaining that he hadn't done it on purpose, and that she had no reason to be afraid or disgusted, he wasn't sick or contagious, just ugly.

           "Well, I guess there's reason to be disgusted, I have a special face."

           "Oh. No, sorry, I was surprised, I was thinking about the ice cream I was going to choose, I thought something was falling on me, like an insect."

��          "If I was an insect, I would be a dung beetle. Often screwed up, but very useful for the whole world."

The boxes told him he was ridiculous, but that made the young girl laugh. They then told him that she was making fun of him, while she added that he was funny, with a charming smile.

           "My name is Y/N." she said, holding out her hand, as if she wanted him to shake it. He couldn't do that, she was way too pretty for him to touch.

           "Wade Winston Wilson. Triple W. My dad was an alcoholic, he wanted to call me Georges, but eventually he gave the dog that name, and he loved him more than me."

           "I hope that's not true."

           "The name story isn't. Shall I buy you ice cream?  To make up for almost slapping you. Really sorry, I'll never do that. I'll cut my hand off rather than hit a woman. I've fought women before, but they were bad guys, I mean bad girls, and I think it's pretty feminist of me not to discriminate, but I won't hit a helpless woman who didn't do anything wrong. I'm actually hired to hunt down guys who do this, and sometimes I even do it for free."

This made Y/N laugh again, and Wade considered that she hadn't understood that he was serious.

Not to scare her away, he didn't insist. She had accepted that he pay for her ice cream, if in exchange he agreed to stay a little with her to discuss.

           "I thought you wanted tacos." White reminded him.

           "But now he wants Y/N."

           "She's too good for him. Just like Esmeralda with Quasimodo."

           "She's much prettier than Esmeralda."

           "What ?" Y/N asked looking at him in surprise.

           "Nothing, I... I'm talking to myself, I was thinking of something else. So, not dressed up for Halloween yet ?"

           "No, not yet. I'm not sure I'm going out tonight, the streets aren't safe, and I have a date."

Wade did his best to hide his disappointment, so very badly. This made the young woman laugh again.

           "I mean, I have a date with my sofa, my television, a blanket and some chocolate."

           "I think we have a date with the same person tonight. It's terrible, they're cheating on us, we should get revenge by going out together !"

           "Haha, yes, why not."

He had said that as a joke, really. It was one of the only non-serious things he had said since the moment he saw her sweet face and his heart almost stopped beating at so much beauty, and now Y/N had just accepted a go on a date with him.

           "No, she's joking too."

           "Yes she didn't understand that we were really ugly."

           "I'm really ugly." repeated Wade, pointing his fork at his face. "It's not a mask, I look like it all year round. And I'm really hired to punch bad guys, or worse."

           "I know. You're Deadpool. You sometimes work with Spiderman and other heroes, I've seen you on the news."

           "... And it's okay ?"

           "Yes." simply replied the angel who was eating her ice cream in front of him.

White yelled at him that they were probably dead again and dreaming while he was regenerating. Yellow whispered to him that it was a cruel joke, or that she was a Hydra spy who wanted to capture him to study his cells. Wade watched the rainbows and butterflies floating in the air, hearts in his eyes.

Obviously, Y/N didn't see the little hearts, taking his silence for a rejection.

           "If I was too quick, I'm sorry, I... You're nice, and funny, and I had a great time with you. But if you're not interested, or you already have someone, or...'

           "No ! I'm having a great time too. It's much better than tacos ! I wanted to eat tacos before stopping here."

           "Really ? We... We could go have some together?  Then I don't know. We'll see. Do you have a number ?"

Convinced that she wouldn't call him, he gave her his personal number. The one he had given to his pals of the Team Red of the Moon, and that was it, because all the other people he knew didn't deserve to know this number, with its brilliant voicemail where he imitated Ryan Reynolds, only knowing his professional phone, where he was making farts noises.

Except that Y/N immediately sent him a message, while they were still together.

           "Here. That way we can schedule another date."

           "Another date ?"

           "Yeah... I mean, unless we don't consider today to be a date. Sorry, we'll schedule a first date."

           "I don't know if White and Yellow are right, but I don't care."

           "What ?"

           "Nothing. Shall we go and eat tacos ?"

Leaving way too much money for the waitress, Wade hopped happily alongside Y/N who was still smiling like he didn't look like an idiot with a ravaged face, and Wade thought to himself that Halloween was maybe actually his favourite day. And that eating ice cream before the meal was a great idea !

#deadpool #deadpool imagine #deadpool x reader #wade wilson #wade wilson x reader #wade wilson imagine #flufftober 2022

[helloalycia]

unrequited // alicia clark

summary: after reuniting with Alicia after presuming her dead, you can’t help but think back to the last thing you said to her: that you’re in love with her.

warning/s: mentions of injury, blood and obvs the usual that comes with writing anything ftwd. also sad gay angst.

author's note: a lil one shot set in s7 that i wrote a while ago and finally got 'round to editing! it's set about the time after Morgan finds Alicia after the nuclear explosion (is that what it was? i can't even remember lol). It's been so long since i watched it so i can't even remember who the predominant characters in this part are, so apologies if it's incorrect! hope you enjoy anyway haha.

also another shameless plug but i've almost finished fully publishing my original fiction book titled 'Evie' on Wattpad so do check that out if you're into gay mermaids, pining and angst 👀

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"It's called being efficient," I said with a hint of pride at my handiwork, but Sarah disagreed.

"It's called wasting time."

"Well, next time you happen to tear your favourite shirt, don't go asking for my help," I said to her lightheartedly, continuing to sew up a hole in my socks.

"We'll see," she mumbled, before leaving me be at the kitchen counter.

I chewed on my lip as I finished threading the needle through the hole, pulling the fabric together and tying it off. It was arguably pointless to some, but with everything going on outside the submarine that we were all seeking refuge in, I couldn't exactly go and pick up some new socks when my current ones ripped. So, why not put an old skill to practice?

After pulling my newly-repaired socks and shoes on my feet, I was about to head to my room when I heard a knocking coming from down the hall. Pausing, I listened again and realised someone was at the entry hole at the top of the ladder.

"Someone open up! It's me, Morgan!" a voice called from above when I approached the ladder.

"Oh, shit," I mumbled to myself, before calling out to him, "I'm coming, Morgan, one sec!"

"Great, thank you!" he said gratefully.

"Guys, Morgan's back!" I shouted down the hall, whilst rushing to climb the ladder.

Morgan had gone out two days ago with Grace and the baby, Mo, to seek help from Strand at his tower because Mo was sick and nobody knew what to do. Luciana, Daniel, Charlie, Sarah and I were left behind to hold down the fort, but we hadn't heard anything from him since. Naturally, we worried, but couldn't risk leaving when we promised to stay put until he returned. That, and it wasn't safe to leave without enough gas masks for us all.

But he was finally back! And as I unlatched the door above me, I prayed that everybody was okay, especially Mo.

"Morgan," I called with relief when I saw his face looking down at me. "C'mon, you were gone for so long, we were worried!"

He smiled a little, but it didn't reach his eyes, and that's when I realised things couldn't have gone well.

Knowing I had a million questions but he needed to come inside first, I jumped off the ladder and waited at the bottom to help. The others had joined me in the hallway, the lot of us anticipating what Morgan had to share.

He climbed down the ladder first and I began to help him, growing concerned when I noticed the dried blood and dirt in his clothes.

"Where's Grace? The baby?" Sarah pressed when she noticed the lack of the others. "Mo-Mo, what happened?"

"Strand took them," he said with regret, accepting my help off the ladder. His eyes followed up it, and I realised a stranger was following down after him – some girl.

"What?!" Sarah snapped, eyes widened, and everybody collectively gasped at the news.

"I managed to find an old friend, however," he continued, as I was about to lend a hand to the stranger.

Only, when she accepted my hand and jumped off the last few rungs of the ladder, my breath caught in my throat. It was Alicia, the girl who I'd presumed long gone, or even dead.

"Y/N," she exhaled, just as surprised as I was, before immediately pulling me in for a hug.

I hugged her loosely at first, oblivious to the excited comments from the others at the sight of their dear friend, and then I closed my eyes and tightened my hold, afraid to let go.

"You're here," she said with disbelief, before pulling away to meet my eyes. Hers were tired and dull, but momentarily bright as they met mine. "I mean, Morgan said you were but I didn't– I–"

When she didn't know what to say, I found my words. "I didn't know if you were alive. I was so worried, Alicia, I thought–" And then the shock faded, replaced by a nauseating guilt. "I wanted to look for you, but–"

"It wasn't safe," she finished for me, not the slightest bit offended. "I know, Y/N, I know."

I frowned, eyes flickering between hers, my heart thumping louder than ever at the mere sight of her. She was alive. She was back. She was okay.

After everybody became reacquainted with Alicia, and Morgan shared the news about Mo and Grace – Strand had taken them in, offering to 'help', but had tried to kill Morgan in the process – I went to the kitchen to get some food for them both. They'd also shared everything they'd been through after Strand stole Grace and Mo, including almost dying because of his men, getting caught up with some infected and declaring war on Strand, so it made sense as to why they both looked like they'd been through hell and back.

"Here," I said once I'd plated and warmed up some canned soup for them both, before adding for Alicia's sake, "this is all we have."

"It's perfect, thanks," she said with a nod, before digging in immediately.

Morgan nodded gratefully before doing the same. I cleaned up the mess I'd made as they were eating, before dismissing myself so I could sort out a sleeping space for Alicia. It didn't take long to find her an unoccupied bunk, and with Luciana's help, we put out some fresh sheets and found some clean clothes for Alicia. I could barely believe she was here still, having reluctantly accepted that I may never see her again, not so soon anyway.

Once I returned to the kitchen, Morgan was no longer there, but Alicia was still sat there finishing her soup.

"Hey, Luci and I have sorted out a space for you to get some sleep," I said, unsure why I suddenly felt awkward around her. "We've left some clean clothes on the bed for you, as well."

Alicia looked up, nodding, before taking the last slurp of her soup and wiping her mouth. She stood up from her stool, pausing and clutching the counter tightly for a moment.

"Hey," I started with concern, recognising she looked dizzy, and stepped forward to help, but she raised her hand to stop me.

"I'm fine," she said with a clipped tone, eyes closed as she took a deep breath.

"You don't look well," I commented, eyes scanning her face. Dark circles plagued her eyes and she was still clammy, something I thought was temporary because of the rush of the day, but clearly I was mistaken.

"Is it that obvious?" she snapped quietly, before exhaling sharply and opening her eyes, though avoiding mine.

"Sorry, I just–" I wasn't sure why she was suddenly moody, but I wanted to help somehow. "Do you need medicine? We don't have much, but I'm sure–"

"No, it won't work," she cut me off, before pushing her weight off the counter and onto her feet.

"What?"

Shaking her head, she sat back down on the stool for support. "It doesn't matter. Just give me a minute."

I nodded, though I couldn't help but worry. This wasn't the same girl I'd last seen before she was taken from us by Teddy, the homicidal maniac who believed he was a god. No, this Alicia was worn out, exhausted and sick. Something was wrong and I hated that I didn't know why. But not as much as I hated that she'd been left with him and his crazed cultist followers all alone.

"I can get you some water," I offered, wanting to do something, but she shook her head.

"I'm fine."

"Right... well, d'you wanna take your shoes off? I'm sure you've been on your feet all day, it might help."

"No, thanks."

The longer she had her head in her hand, clutching at her forehead with her eyes closed, the more I didn't know what to do.

"Can I take your gloves off you? Maybe get some air to your hands?" I asked, noticing she hadn't removed them when she was eating. "Anything, Alicia, I–"

"I said I'm fine," she repeated firmly, before wincing at the way it came out.

I pursed my lips, nodding awkwardly. A quiet followed soon after and I wasn't sure how to fill it. The last time we had spoke, before Teddy had taken her... it hadn't been ideal. I was certain I'd ruined everything between us when I told her the truth about how I felt – that I was in love with her – and accepted that I might have lost her forever when she never told me what she thought because of the Teddy incident that occurred afterwards. But now she was back and things were awkward and the giant elephant in the room wasn't helping.

"I'm really glad you're okay," she suddenly spoke, voice soft but weighted with gratitude. "That you got out with the others."��

"I'm sorry I couldn't get to you," I said, taking a seat on the stool beside her. "It all happened so quickly, with Teddy taking you. We were running out of time and we didn't know where to go and–"

"I'm glad you didn't go after me," she interrupted, looking up at me. "It wouldn't have been safe. They would have killed you if you tried anything, and if you didn't find me, the explosion would have. You were right to get out when you could."

Just because she said it didn't make me feel any better. Leaving Alicia behind was the hardest thing I'd ever had to do and I was certain I'd live with my regrets forever, even now that she was back with me.

"What happened, Alicia?" I asked. "Where were you?"

She exhaled tiredly, like the answer wasn't so easy. And when she began to tell me what, I realised it wasn't. She spoke of the moment Teddy took her, revealing his plans to blow everything up and keep his followers safe in a bunker that she was locked in with no escape. She told me about how she tried to escape, how they wouldn't let her, about Will, someone who tried to help her and was now dead because of Strand. And the the biggest surprise of all was when she revealed that she'd been bitten when she tried to escape, an infected leaving its mark on her arm, and how she had to saw off her own forearm to survive.

None of it seemed to phase her as she shared it, but I found myself tearing up at all of it. Naturally, my eyes fell to her arm when she told me, but they were both covered by forearm-length gloves.

"The fever won't leave," she explained, and it was beginning to make sense why she looked the way she did, pale and sweaty and exhausted. "The infection is killing me, Y/N."

"No," I muttered, refusing to believe it, because how was that fair? How could she have to go through all of that because some psychopath stole her away and tried to enforce his sick fantasies on her?

Alicia tugged off her glove, revealing a metal cast with a bone in it and a sharp knife at the end, all attached as a sleeve on her actual arm. I was speechless when I saw it, eyes unable to take in what I was seeing.

"Yeah, that's kind of how Morgan reacted, too," she said once she noticed my expression, sounding neither offended or annoyed.

"Alicia, I'm so sorry all of that happened to you," I said, finding my words as she replaced her glove.

The thought of her having to undergo all of that trauma by herself hurt, but she was the strongest person I knew. If she could do all of that, she could beat a little fever.

"Don't be sorry," she said. "It was better me than any of you."

I frowned, resisting the urge to hold her hand. "You don't know that that's what's making you sick. It could be something else."

"I do," she said patiently. "The infection was slowed down, but not gone entirely."

"But you could've got to it in time," I said hopefully.

"Y/N, I've tried everything," she lashed out, before swallowing hard and lowering her voice. "It won't go away. I'm dying."

I clenched my jaw, frustrated at the situation and refusing to give up just because she said so. "No. I don't think you are."

"Whatever."

She was bitter, avoiding my eyes and clearly peeved at my optimism. I stood up suddenly, earning her attention.

"You're not dying," I told her with certainty. "Not after everything. Not if I can help it."

"Uh-huh," she played along as if to avoid an argument, but I didn't let it bait me.

It was just a fever. We could break it. I truly believed we could.

The next day, a few of the others had gone out on a supply run, leaving Luciana, Daniel and I to stay back and keep an eye on Alicia, even if she didn't know it. Her fever wasn't letting up, even with the medication we gave her, and she was currently napping in her bunk per our instructions after she almost passed out at lunch.

It was my turn to watch her, so I was sat on a stool by the bottom bunk where she was currently fast asleep. A book was in my hand, an attempt to distract me and give her a little space, but I'd be lying if I said I wasn't stealing glances at her every now and then. Eventually, her eyes began to flutter and her movement made me put my book down.

"Hey," I said gently, not wanting to startle her.

She blinked tiredly, eyes distant and confused. "Are the others back yet?"

"Not yet. How d'you sleep?"

She breathed out slowly, lifting both hands to rub her eyes, only to realise her mistake when one of them was missing. She'd removed her metal cast before going to sleep, along with her gloves. With a quiet sigh, she nodded to the opposite side of the room.

"Can you pass me my arm, please?" she asked, sitting up and swinging her legs over the edge of the bunk.

"You don't have to wear that in here if you don't want to," I reminded her, noticing she didn't answer my previous question. "It's just us."

"I do," she said dismissively, before nodding to her amputated arm. "It's ugly. The arm makes me feel normal. Like I once was."

As I got up to grab it, along with her gloves, I said, "You may think that, but I think it's just a part of you, and no part of you could ever be ugly, Alicia."

She froze at my words, jaw tensing slightly, and I realised I'd said too much. My intention was never to make her feel uncomfortable – quite the opposite actually – but judging from her reaction, I had.

"But my opinion doesn't mean anything," I added, hoping to ease the situation, "so here." I handed her the arm and gloves before deciding to leave, knowing it would be for the best.

As I was, she finally spoke up from behind me, stopping me in my tracks. "I can't give you what you want."

Turning around slowly, I met her unreadable gaze. "I didn't ask for anything."

She licked her lips, looking down at her hand. "What you said, the last time we saw each other... I can't..."

"I didn't ask for anything," I repeated, interrupting her. "And I already know. Your silence at the time said it all."

It wasn't easy to forget the look of disbelief she gave me once I'd said the words – I love you, Alicia – and the silence that followed after my declaration. She never told me what she thought or felt, but it was obvious enough.

I swallowed thickly, hoping my sadness wasn't showing. "You were my friend long before anything else, so I was only hoping to treat you as such. If that's too weird for you, then I'll step back."

When she didn't reply, nor look up at me, my insides shrivelled a little.

"For the record," I added defensively, "I didn't want anything from you. I've only ever been honest with you."

Again, she didn't answer, and I took that as an answer in itself and turned to leave. I knew she didn't feel the same as I – her silence spoke volumes – but it still made my heart crumble a little, hearing her finally admit it or imply it or whatever the hell that was just then.

Since Alicia and I's awkward encounter, I knew it was probably best to keep my distance and only converse when we needed to. Personally, I could live with only being her friend, but she didn't want that and I wasn't going to force myself on her. She was fair to want that, even if she'd gone about it in the wrong way. So, I stayed away.

Instead, I focused my energy on helping Luciana help Daniel, who was forgetting things slowly with time. He believed his daughter, Ofelia, was still alive and out there, so it was a struggle keeping him in the sub where it was safe. That, and creating a plan to get Grace and Mo back whilst simultaneously stopping Strand was keeping everyone busy.

It was a few days later when Alicia had left, following a lead on where this 'PADRE' person or place could be – according to Morgan, anyway. It wasn't like she'd said anything to me before she left. I didn't even know she'd gone until Morgan let everyone know afterwards.

She wasn't well, her fever only getting worse over the past few days, and the last thing she should have been doing was going outside all alone, chasing a lead that might not even exist. But it wasn't my business, I suppose, and she wouldn't have listened to my protests anyway.

As much as I pretended I didn't care, I did. And my concern only worsened when Alicia finally returned to us, though not by choice. It was Morgan who had brought her back after searching for her because she was gone too long. He'd found her unconscious and could barely carry her back to the submarine without needing extra hands. My heart had fallen into my gut when I saw her out of it, dark eyes closed and highly contrasting her pale skin.

Immediately jumping into action, I helped Morgan take her to her bunk, taking off her socks, shoes and jacket. She would have cursed me out or dropped some passive aggressive comment, but I also removed her gloves and arm, needing to get some fresh air to her skin. She was burning up, hair glued to her forehead, and my heart was shrinking the longer I watched her.

"You're gonna be okay," I whispered to her, even though she couldn't hear a thing. "You've got to be."

My fingers pushed her damp curls behind her ear, the sweat beading on her skin. She was too hot, but the cold cloth I was dabbing seemed to cool her down a little.

If things hadn't gotten so messed up between us – if I hadn't confessed my damn feelings to her – then maybe she would have trusted me enough to come with her to find whatever PADRE was. I couldn't have cared less about it, but at least I could have been there to make sure she was taking care of herself. We were so close at one point, as thick as thieves, and now she wanted nothing to do with me. I hated it.

But more importantly, I hated myself for being selfish for one moment, because it had cost me my friendship with her.

I stayed with her for a while, replacing the cold towel and dabbing her skin to bring down her temperature. My worry wouldn't let me leave her side, not whilst she was like this. But as soon as I saw her green eyes flicker open with confusion, I knew she'd want me gone.

"Morgan?" I called, standing up and putting the towel to the side. "She's awake!"

He was in the room in no time, just as concerned as I, and sighed with relief when he saw her fully waking up. I moved past him, giving him no chance to ask what was what, and left to go somewhere else.

I went to my bunk in another room, grateful nobody was there to see my disheartened self. At least she was okay. Morgan would make sure of it.

Busying myself with folding some washed clothes, trying to distract myself from the impending doom that seemed to be following us wherever we went, I almost didn't hear the knock on my open door.

"Yes?" I spun around, then paused, surprised to see Alicia standing there.

"Hey," she said quietly, voice hoarse.

"Hey," I murmured, still surprised that she was talking to me. "I'm glad you're up, but maybe you should rest."

She didn't look the best still, especially as she leaned against the door for support. But if she heard me say anything, she didn't let on. Her eyes were focused on the floor, distracted, and then she finally looked up, startled gaze meeting mine.

"You have to forgive me," she said suddenly, desperately. "For lying to you. For pushing you away. For making you feel worse."

My brows furrowed. "What?"

She began to frown, eyes watering. "I might be dying. And I know it's selfish, especially after everything, but I miss you, Y/N. And I've loved you this whole time, but you deserve better."

My eyes widened at her confession. This was the last thing I expected to hear, especially with the silent treatment and distance we'd shared these past few days.

"Say something, please," she pleaded.

I swallowed hard, looking around as if the answer would be right there. "I... I don't know what to say."

She tensed her jaw with uncertainty, waiting.

I took a moment, finding the right words to say. Calmly, I said, "If this is all true–"

"It is," she cut me off instantly, and I stared at her, unmoving.

"Why are you telling me now?" I asked. "What's changed?"

She sighed, ashamed. "The closer I get to dying, the worse I feel and the more scared I become."

"Alicia, you're not dying," I said sternly, sick of hearing it, but she only winced slightly in response and I knew she didn't believe me.

"I am," she said with finality, making me frown. "And I thought that pushing you away would be what was fair. It still is, for you." Inhaling sharply, she avoided my eyes. "I'll be gone and it's not fair to tell you how I feel when that'll happen, but I can't help it. If I'm only here for so long, I... I want it to be with you." Her eyes crept back to mine, glistening with unshed tears. "I don't want to go knowing that I didn't have to be alone in the end. That I pushed you away."

My heart was full as I watched her, her own heart on her sleeve, expression full of embarrassment, shame and guilt. It made sense what she was saying, but I only wished she hadn't thought like that.

"Firstly," I started, approaching her, "you're not dying, so quit saying that. Secondly, I'm gonna help you. This isn't it, okay?" I followed her eyes, refusing to let her break contact. "But no more stupid walkabouts without help. Thirdly, the fact that you thought pushing me away would be fair to me is insane. In case you didn't hear me the last time, I'm in love with you. Have been for a long. Why the hell would you think I'd just get over you like that? That I wouldn't forgive you?"

"But I was horrible," she reminded me. "I disregarded your feelings."

I looked down, holding out my hand. She placed hers in mine reluctantly, and I squeezed it gently to show her I meant what I was saying.

"You're not now," I told her. "And I would have had you in my life as a friend, an enemy, even a stranger, rather than not at all. You could literally tell me you hate me and I'd still be here. Guess that's what love does, right?"

When I looked up, her eyes were on mine, a tear having slipped out. Her lips were trembling and it broke my heart.

"Come here," I said, tugging her close, and she fell right into me, hugging me tight.

I fought back my own tears as I wrapped my arms around her, grateful to have her back. It was just my luck that she loved me, too.

After a moment, I tried to pull apart, but she stopped me, immediately pressing her lips to mine in a sloppy, desperate, teary kiss. I closed my eyes, kissing her back whilst letting her lean on me for support. When we pulled apart, I cupped her face and wiped her tears away with my thumbs, not wanting her to be so upset anymore. I leaned in, pressing a brief kiss to her lips, the butterflies in my stomach almost lifting me off the ground. Any other instance and I would have been too caught up in the fact that she liked me, too, but her well-being was my biggest concern right now.

"I'm sorry," she said, barely a whisper.

"You don't need to apologise," I told her, before letting go of her face and taking her hand. "You do need to rest though. C'mon."

I half expected her to protest, but she let me take her back to her bunk. I didn't leave her side as she lay back down, a relieved sigh escaping her lips. Stroking my fingers in her hair, I was glad to see her eyes closing contently, appreciating the momentary peace.

"I promise I'm gonna fix this," I said with conviction. "You're going to get better."

"But if I don't–"

"No buts," I stopped her. "You will."

She opened her eyes slowly, an almost childlike wonder in them, both desperate and hopeful. Those were the same eyes I'd fallen in love with over the years, the same eyes I'd once avoided because I was too scared to admit how I felt. Never did I believe I'd end up here.

She nodded at my words and I'd almost forgotten I'd spoken because of how distracted I got. I pressed a tender kiss to her forehead and continued to stroke her hair, watching her eyes close yet again.

I wasn't going to lose her, not now that I had her back.

#alicia clark #alicia clark x reader #alicia clark imagine #alicia clark x you #alycia debnam carey #fear the walking dead imagine #fear the walking dead #ftwd #feartwd

[ethoglrl]

Thinking about a hc/ls powers au where triplets!Grian, Pearl and Jimmy are villains and heroes!Scar, Mumbo and Ren are trying to stop them (while not realizing how corrupt the organization they work for is) (im calling this AU Eyes Ears and Mouths or EEM for short)

Like okok consider, consider:

Civilian Grian and Scar crushing on each other, maybe borderline dating (like they go out for things that are totally dates but if anyone brings it up "nooo we're just friends guyssss how many times do I have to say it!") and then bam, hero and villain fight happens that night, next day they see each other and Scar's limping, brushing it off as "oh I fell" when it was villain!Grian (aka Watcher) who had scratched his leg deep, or Grian having to cancel cause he "feels sick" when really hero!Scar (HotGuy.. duh) had hit him with an arrow and he desperately needed time to heal

Consider as well :

Pearl, Grian and Jimmy as young kids, running around the streets, orphaned, eventually learning about their powers and struggling to control them without their parents teaching them how

Consider:

Jimmy discovering his powers when he went to steal some clothes for winter, having had to try to run from a mall cop (malls were usually easier as they were more crowded. Easier to escape if the doors were close by) but getting tackled to the ground, him immediately panicking and then going full Listener

Jimmy almost killing the cop as he went full Listener (wings and feathers sprouting from the sides of his face by his ears and all down his back and legs, fingers and toes becoming sharp talons, ears floating all around him kind of like a vertical halo if that makes sense) and couldn't stop himself from using his powers (the listeners themselves going into the man's mind, invading his thoughts, taking them and his memories away, paralyzing him while Jimmy scratches him deep, not realizing how strong he is, trying to escape the man's grasp)

Pearl and Grian watching this, almost scared of their youngest brother, not knowing if he'll snap at any moment

Less angsty but consider :

Civilian!Scar and Mumbo being friends, not knowing the other is the hero they work with as the organization has a 100% identity hidden rule and if your identity is revealed to anyone you're kicked off the team

Okay now time to explain the powers so it's less confusing LOL

Villains -

Grian : Watcher : when in watcher mode, like Listener and Speaker, feathers and wings sprout out by his ears and on his back to his legs, his being a reddish-orange, and his toes and fingers turn into sharp talons, while purple eyes surround his face, helping him to see more of what's going on around him. Wears a dark purple cloak with some holes for his wings, and a simple metal band with the watcher emblem on it for a mask : is able to send the watchers (aka some little eye things, think like how most people draw eyes around watcher!grian, little 2D purple things) to attack his victim(s), shooting little balls of... well, nobody knows what, at the target(s)

Pearl : Speaker : when in speaker mode, like Listener and Watcher, feathers and wings sprout out by her ears and on her back to her legs, hers being a more bluey-white, fingers and toes turning into sharp talons, while small mouths float around her head, telling her dark secrets of those she wishes. Wears a dark blue cloak and a similar metal band to grian as a mask, but with a different symbol (I'll make the symbols for her and Jimmy eventually) : is able to send the speakers (aka little mouths) to attack her target(s), where they then scream their dark secrets, things that make them feel guilty or hurt or generally bad, at them, in words only they can hear, giving the victim(s) such powerful headaches (not to mention negative feelings) that they crumble to the ground

Jimmy : Listener : when in listener mode, like Speaker and Watcher, feathers and wings sprout out by his ears and on his back to his legs, his being bright yellow, fingers and toes turning into sharp talons, while small ears float around his head, helping him hear everything going on around him. Wears a dark yellow cloak, with a metal band like the other two for a mask but with his own symbol : is able to send the listeners (aka little ears) to infiltrate his target(s), going into their head and thoughts, temporarily sucking out almost every thought and memory, making is nearly impossible for the victim(s) to move as they struggle against the listeners in their mind

Bdubs : Moss ("I don't want a good name, my name's just gonna be my power. What about it?") : wears a blanket (he swearssss it's a costume but idk mannn) that's literally just covered in moss, mushrooms, I think a tree is growing in there, nobody knows but it makes him more powerful, as well as uses some moss to make a mask kinda like the one ethos mc skin has yk : pretty much can control plants and nature, especially good at moss and moss covered objects, even able to conjure up some moss on himself as a protective measure if needed

Etho : Winter (listen he's Canadian let's cut him some slac-) : ... literally just what ethos MC skin looks like, his hair is naturally a blonde but turns white when using his powers : can make it snow and hail, can form snow and ice in his hands as well as is always freezing to the touch, and can literally freeze victims with a touch if wanted

Martyn : Shadow : ... last life shadow alliance Martyn, need I say more? : can jump into and out of shadows (as if they're portals), as well as can use them to completely hide himself (so unless you know he's there, you can't see him) and can also use the shadows to attack you if you're in them or close enough to them

Scott : Heartbreaker : simple teal jumpsuit or whatever heroes always wear with some gold accessories and white and gold accents on the jumpsuit itself, with a very fancily embroidered mask (Hes gay he needs everything to be extra /stereotyping) : is able to drive wedges between teammates or.. well, anyone really. Can be as simple as a distrusting glance between each partner after he uses the power, or as much as them no longer able to work together, or screaming at each other rather than fighting the villains

Heroes -

Scar : HotGuy : ... well we all know typical hotguy attire must I really say : can fly (without wings unlike the triplets) and always hits with his bow without fail, except in extremely specific circumstances

Mumbo : RedStone (listen, he was told to come up with a name himself, he never said he was creative) : kind of looks like that tuxedo guy from sailor moon except he has a mustache that's very prominent : telekinesis, an extremely strong version of it in fact. Is able to rip chunks out of walls and rip concrete up from the street to make a shield easily, as well as throw people around (although he does MUCH better with inanimate objects than with people or living things like Bdubs' moss and trees)

Ren : WereDog, eventually becomes WereKing : originally just simple red t-shirt and overalls with some pockets for what he needs, and when he rebrands to WereKing, wears much more kingly fashion, a red cape with puffy white.. stuff (idk what it is I don't sew) on the lining, a "crown" as his mask with a frilly shirt on under it (probably just jeans for his pants idk I just like his design in my mind so that's why he gets a paragraph of it) : can turn into any kind of canine (a wolf, a dog, a coyote, whatever) (yes I spent more time imagining his costume than his power shhhhh)

More characters and their info to squeeze in -

X : leader of the heroes, though not of the organization : mostly plans out who patrols where (sometimes the upper management gives *suggestions* on where certain heroes should go), what heroes to use in a given situation, disciplining heroes who mess up (no matter how bad), usually is the one who fires and *sometimes* hires heroes (also does other more boring stuff I ain't explaining it all)

Doc : a more minor hero called Monster : when using his power turns giant, green and fuzzy (like a weird hulk) (doesn't wear a mask as he looks almost 100% different when using his powers) : also like the hulk is extremely strong, and can also explode when wanted (this does leave pretty severe burn marks on him, however he will survive)

Those are the only ones I really have done so far LMAO I need time to think. I will update when I have ideas !!!

Tempted to make this a fic, if you'd read it lmk and I can make one on ao3 or just a shorter one on here, post it as little one shots of certain scenes if you can't read a whole fic

#desertduo #grian #watcher grian #listener Jimmy #speaker Pearl #Eyes Ears and Mouths AU #EEM AU #new au just dropped #hermitcraft #hermitshipping #?? i think #third life series #life series #hc mumbo #mumbo jumbo #gtws hotguy #gtws hermitcraft #gtwscar #hermitcraft grian #scott smajor #rendog #renthedog #rentheking #docm77 #etholabs #hermitcraft etho #etho and bdubs #hc etho #bdubs #hermitcraft bdubs

[writersblockiskillingme]

so uhh here's a list cuz there's a bunch for Jann cuz yeah he's Jann

Mornings with him

traveling with him

movie night

date night

night time routine (like face masks on eachother)

Jann meeting reader at a gig, they see eachother at a store and Jann recognizes R and they get eachothers phonenumber and they start hanging out and eventually dating (maybe a lil smut or a lot)

Marvel!AU OR Game of Thrones!AU or even as a Sith in Star Wars!AU

After Date Night (could be part 2 to date night and this is SMUTTY AF)

maybe another song of his like you did with Gladiator

Jann with hippie!reader cuz I never see a damn hippie reader (but not like crazy and unhygienic hippies, yk what I mean)

unable to sleep and Jann helps (fluff, and/or smut or maybe even to versions)

CUDDLES

going with him to Eurovision (imagine he actually went), maybe him winning Eurovision and at the hotel after (maybe extreme fluff or very very very smutty)

Jann's instagram when R and him are dating

R being sick and Jann takes care

Jann being sick and R takes care

R gets hurt and Jann gets a little help crazy like wont let her do a lot without him near incase something happens due to R's injury

yeah I got a lot more that I need to write down so I don't forget TY

So This Is Love | Jan Rozmanowski/Jann

Pairing: Jan Rozmanowski/Jann x reader (singer!reader)

Summary: Jann noticed you randomly during one of his gigs. Eventually, you both realize that you will be competing in Eurovision as you start to date and experience the love you have for each other.

Warning/s: long author's note (I'm sorry, but I had to say it cause it's important), possible grammar and spelling mistakes, smut, but like kind of. Explicit, but at the same time not really, idk.

Author's note: Okay, so right now my inbox is literally being stuffed with requests for Jann after I made that one fic, but I'm loving it so much. For this fic I want to say sorry because I couldn't include all of the stuff from the big request, but I included almost everything. I also got another Damiano David request so I will be getting around to that one as well after this so yeah. There will be more Jann imagines and always feel free to request and I will try to get around to everything. Anyway, enjoy!

(F/F) = favorite fruit

(Y/C) = your country

You were truly having the time of your life. You were jumping around with a few friends, dancing, laughing, just having fun on a free Friday night. It was ironic really, you wanted to stay at home and binge watch your favorite shows and sleep, but thanks to your friends you were dragged out in a club where some guy you have never heard of was performing.

You really didn't want to go, considering the fact that you didn't know the singer nor didn't you know any of his songs, but now you were so glad that your friends dragged you out of your apartment to have fun for a while. Even tho you were kind of annoyed, you were so thankful to your friends for this moment.

Now, as you looked at the singer, you noticed something. He was so gorgeous, so handsome. He was simply breathing and it made you speechless for a while. His voice what slightly rough, but he was hitting higher notes and it made you shiver, but in a pleasant way. He was so tall. His hair was a dirty shade of blonde that was perfectly falling on his shoulders. His eyes were piercing black in the dark room. Every inch of his face was proving you that he was an angel sent from heaven. It was truly hypnotizing.

Jan Rozmanowski was in his zone. He was gripping on the microphone as he sang his soul out in front of the crowd. However, somewhere among the crowd, all of a sudden, he stopped his gaze and got quite for a second or two. Thankfully, however, nobody noticed that little moment. Everyone was either too drunk to catch that or they just didn't care about that.

Jan spotted a beautiful, no, gorgeous girl dancing and laughing in the crowd. He was so mesmerized by her beauty that he wanted to stop his performance right there, right at that moment, just so he could talk to her. To get to know her. He felt his breath get caught up in his throat as he watched her sway around the room, her hair flying around her as she danced carelessly. He just couldn't wait to get off of the stage to go and to talk to her. However, once he was done with his performance and one he went to get himself a drink from the bartender, he noticed that she was gone.

But, as luck would have it, it seemed that the whole universe didn't want that to me your last meeting. You couldn't even call it a meeting, really. That was considering the fact that you didn't even get the chance to talk even a little bit. Luckily, you accidentally bumped into each other at the grocery store just two days after his performance in the bar.

You were snooping around the fruit section looking for (F/F). You probably didn't really watch where you were going when you kind of bummed against a tall guy. You felt leather material pressing against you as you did. You started spitting apologizes at the person you bummed into and he was doing the same. However, you felt as if somebody stole all of the air away from your lungs once you saw who you bumped into. It looked like Jan wasn't experiencing something much different from what you were experiencing at the moment.

"Are you stalking me, gorgeous?" He asked you in a playful manner and you couldn't believe that he actually noticed you among the busy crowd.

"I don't know." You couldn't help but blush a little as you talked to the handsome singer in front of you. "Are you stalking me? You know, bumping into each other in a grocery store... it a bit cheesy don't you think?" You joked.

"Perhaps it is." He laughed. "But you know. I am nothing if not cheesy for a pretty girl."

And so you talked. In the middle of the store, you talked for a very long while. It seemed like hours have passed unnoticeable, but you never got bored, never ran out of things to say to each other. After a while, you exchanged numbers and you said your goodbyes. Just as you got in your car, you noticed that your phone light up. Jan wrote you a message.

"Just making sure I got the right number. - Jan" The message said. You didn't even notice how quickly you grabbed a hold of your phone and started to type back a response.

"Yes, you have the right number. - Y/N" You wrote and not even a second later you got another text.

"Great, it would be a shame if I couldn't hang out with a beautiful girl I met at the gig anymore."

You continued to text each other for days until Jan invited you to go and grab a cup of coffee with him. You were so excited about the invitation, you couldn't wait to see him. And so, after you practically jumped down the stairs of your apartment, you stepped onto the cold, chilly weather as you started to walk towards a familiar caffe place. You walked in and immediately noticed him. Jan stood up as you approached him and gave you a hug that was just about as friendly and innocent as it could be.

You got talking and as you did that, you found out that he was still very new to the music industry just like you were. However, you quickly realized that he had much talent and you just knew deep in your heart and soul that he is going to accomplish great things. You also discovered that both of you were supposed to compete in a Eurovision song contest. You were both so surprised, but nevertheless so happy to find out that interesting piece of information.

Time seemed to fly by as you talked about everything and nothing. In fact, it flew by so fast that you didn't even notice how the light outside suddenly disappeared. You also noticed that it started to rain.

So after you paid for your coffees, you ran out into the rain. He was staying in a hotel not so far away from your apparent, so he strongly suggested that he should walk you home and so you had no chance but to accept his offer.

You were running around the city, laughing like a pair of teenagers. It was fine though, you felt like it anyways. You were soaking wet by the time that you got to your apartment. You didn't really know what it was.

Perhaps it was the tiredness, or the silly crush you both had on each other or perhaps it was the coldness that covered your bodies compelling you to find any sorce of heat. You truly didn't know what it was, but at that moment you got closer as you leaned against the door of your apartment. Jan and you could feel the hot breath on each other faces, looking longingly in each other's eyes before Jan finally broke the ice and pressed his lips against yours. And so you let him do just that. You were enchanted and it felt better that anything you have ever experienced.

After the start of the Eurovision song contest it felt like things were getting crazier. Once Jan and you were 100% sure that you will be representing your countries in Eurovision, you started to practice randomly at each other's apartments just for fun. Jan was competing with his song Gladiator and you were complimenting with your song El Diablo (A/N: let's be clear, I don't have any rights for this song, it's just for the sake of fic plus that is one of my favorite Eurovision songs so here you go).

After a while you both had to start with the process of packing for the contest, so it was safe to say that you didn't see each other for about a week because of the busy schedule up until you had to meet in Liverpool in United Kingdom for the competition.

It was all an emotional roller-coaster, truly. The competition was full of nervousness and joy and love and just amazing energy. You made some new friends and your relationship with Jan seemed to get stronger.

The weeks seemed to fly buy and so before you know it, the day to announce the winner has finally arrived. Poland and (Y/C) was sitting right next to each other as you anxiously waited for them to announce the winner. You were currently at 4th place and Jan was on second. Before you knew it, it was announced that Poland was the winner!

Jan and you jumped on each other and started to celebrate. You were hugging for so long that you eventually had to push him away so he could perform and get his prize. You felt utter, pure joy as you watched him sing his song Gladiator. You started to sing and dance, too. At that moment, it was like everyone was happy.

After your winner came down he quickly brought you into another hug and gave you a kiss. You could hear people around you cheer even louder, but you didn't really pay that much attention to them. You felt something else as you kissed him. It was a bit more different than your usual kiss. It was more passionate. More needy. It was full of longing. After that you had to attend a little after party and you just couldn't wait to go away for a bit. Luckily for you, all that wait was worth your while.

The moment that Jan and you walked into his hotel room, you were all over each other. Not like that wasn't a case the entire night, but still. He was kissing you so passionately, it was all oh so greedy. It was perfect.

Both of you slowly started to undress as you moved painfully slow towards the bed. Once you got there he slowly started to kiss your neck. After a while he started to slowly trail his kisses down your body.

"Are you sure?" He stopped to ask you that just as he was about to reach the place where you needed him the most at the moment.

And so, with a needy nodd from you it all began. It was safe to say that you were celebrating his win all night long.

Your life with Jan after you met him and after Eurovision only seemed to get better and better. It was as if it couldn't be more perfect.

You were sleeping in the bed, completely exhausted from the last night's activities. You were rudely woken up by a bright dim of the Sun coming through the window. You steached out in the bed noticing that your hair was spread out all over your pillow. Your hand accidentally fell onto the spot where your boyfriend was supposed to be laying in, but he wasn't. You found the other side of the bed to be completely cold. You groaned softly as you sat up, the sheets slowly falling down your naked body. You grabbed the first shirt that you could find and so you put on Jan's shirt and found out that it was truly to big for you. However, you didn't really care as you started to make your way towards the kitchen.

There he was. Jan was standing in the middle of the kitchen, shirtless, making coffee. As he noticed your presence, he turned around to face you. His messy hair falling perfectly onto his shoulders as his gorgeous crystal that represented his eyes looked at you.

"What are you doing up, gorgeous?" He asked you, his voice still raspy from the sleep. "I wanted to bring you coffee and breakfast in bed."

Yes, everything was truly perfect.

#jan rozmanowski x reader #jann x reader #jan rozmanowski #jann #imagine #singer!reader #fiction #fic #smut #x reader #jan x reader #jan rozmanowski smut

[marunalu]

Hi! MHA 406 is almost bad for my taste because of Bakugou. But One thing!

AFO facial expression!!! Please analyze this!!! Please!!!

From now on I will just ignore EVERYTHING related to bakugou because it makes no sense any longer to get angry about it. Bakugou is horis pet character and the only character who truly matters to him. At this point bakugou is just the most horrible written gary stu character in shonen history and its clear that hori doesnt care about how shitty his writing of him is. Most of the mha fandom kisses bakugous ass anyway so the horrible writing about bakugous fake "death", his even more horrible written resurrecction and now in this chapter bakugous pain somehow making him able to create bigger explosions and making him faster just shows that hori can write whatever he wants about bakugou and the fandom will still eat this shit out of his hands! Like... I dont care anymore. So I will just do my best and from now on ignore this character as good as I can. If it will be suscessful is the other question, because horis writing of bakugou is just SO bad 🤣🤣🤣🤣

Anyway lets look at the actuall only intetesting part in this chapter. FINALLY we get a little bit more of afos and yoichis backstory and FINALLY we know 2ths name, because I was sick of calling him 2th all the time. My question is now is kudou his first or his last name? Because I think it would be weird if afo calls him by his first name. The only way this would make sense is if kudou once worked for afo and they were friends. Also interesting that we get 2ths name reveal before 3ths 🤔

Now I have the hope that we will soon get a little flashback "arc" or at least a few chapters dedicated about afos and yoichis past. Now about afos expression. Well LOOK AT MY MAN!!!

I LOVE how vulnerable he looks here. And its a smart move of hori to only show afos eyes (which for once dont look dead) again while the rest is in shadows. He doesnt want to reveal yet the utter despair on afos face when he realizes that his brother is DEAD! But you can clearly see in the way afos eyes and eyebrows are drawn how devasted he is. He is crying! To see the great demon lord and most dangerous super villain who ever lived with such an human expression is actually quite heartbreaking. It shows and confirms that deep down his demon lord facade is simply just a mask to hide his own human heart! Its nothing but an act to look strong and untouchable, so nobody could hurt him! Hori is showing us that, yes, this horrible bastard who did so many evil things to others is still a human deep down with feelings and emotional pain and who actually suffers. Thats how hori writes his villains and to me it was always pretty obvious that he would go the same route with his main villain. Afos demon lord facade is nothing but a coping mechanism to excuss his own evil actions and trying to distance himself from his own humanity.

This chapter confirms without a doubt HOW MUCH afo loved his brother. His only family! And the most interesting part is that afo wasnt even aware that HE killed yoichi. He was SEARCHING for him. He believed him to be ALIVE! Its his enemy who gives him the news that he murdered his own brother, but afo seems to be completly taken by surprise by this! There is just no way that afo actually REALLY tried to kill yoichi with full intent and backs up my theory that yoichis death was an accident or that yoichi sacreficed himself for someone else afo wanted to kill (like kudou and 3th) and then kudou took an injured yoichi to an other place where he died shortly after. Afo believed yoichi to be fine, he had NO IDEA his brother was dead! And it explains so much why afo is so obsessed with the ofa quirk. Its his only way to get yoichi back. The only thing that is left of him. His only way to make amends with yoichi and MAYBE even telling him that he is sorry for what he did!

He clearly still believes everything is kudous fault (what he is telling himself) like I mentioned already a few times in other posts. Kudou freed yoichi from the vault, filled his head with even more heroic ideas which in return made yoichi eventually even more reckless and putting himself in harms way. In yoichis eyes kudou and 3th are his heroes. What is the opposite of the hero? The villain! Lets remember that afo never called himself a villain while yoichi was still alive and even tried to put the blame on his followers when they did something horrible to others ("they did it on their own. I never told them to do it.") He was trying to keep his hands clean. But now Afo WANTS to be a villain, because in his mind its the heroes fault that his brother is dead! And maybe its not just that he wants to be a villain, but also that he believes he cant go back anymore. He crossed the line with yoichis death so to speak. He lost the only person that mattered to him. Why should he care for anyone else now? The world took everything away from him and thats the reason why he wants to destroy everyones happiness and future in return.

And if dfo is canon it could mean that inko and izuku were the first thing after 200 years afo cared about or even loved and saw as his last chance to leave his villain life behind him (him mentioning that he wants to retire). But then all might happend and izuku got ofa. Now there is most likely really no going back anymore.

#bnha #bnha spoiler #bnha all for one #bnha dad for one #yoichi shigaraki #kudou 2th ofa user #anti bakugou

[ineffablefool]

Hey guys.

I know that there’s all kinds of fun events coming up, screenings and signings and conventions and whatnot.  They will involve large numbers of people in the same space.  I accept this.  It is happening.

Please wear a properly-fitted N95-or-better mask if you’re going.

Please mask up if you’re going, because covid is still out there, and I cannot risk bringing it into my house.

Please mask up if you’re going, because I can’t go.  I have to very, very sharply limit my time in public, because every time I go out I am risking covid, and I cannot bring covid into my 100% high-risk household.  That means I have to ask myself what I’m willing to potentially hospitalize my companion of 20 years for, or what I’m willing to potentially hospitalize myself for.  And as long as covid is circulating freely, I can never stop asking that question.

I can’t join my fellow fans at the Good Omens early screening, or at SDCC, or anywhere, because almost nobody is masking.  Almost nobody is being covid-conscious.  Could you, just for these few events?  Please?  The more individual humans that do it, the more other people will see them doing it and perhaps follow suit.  The more that people in general are willing to wear masks, the less likely I am to catch covid with every trip outside.  I might be able to go to a con again, some day.  I might be able to go watch that total solar eclipse coming up next year, the one we were already making plans for back in 2017 (I’m guessing we’ll just have to wait for the next one that swings by anywhere near to us, which will be in... let me check Wikipedia... 2044).  I might be able to just... go out in public without it being a huge stressor or requiring tons of preparation, swing by a coffee shop just because I feel like it, maybe even have offline friends again.  Have a professional cut my hair in a way that gives me good gender feels again.  (Do you know, I’ve been ready to talk to my doctor about testosterone for almost two years now?  But gender dysphoria won’t put me or my housemate in the emergency room.  Vastly increasing the frequency of my visits literally to a place where sick people congregate might.)

I understand that the pandemic has been declared to be over, and that long covid is obviously only something that happens to someone else, and it’s okay, as long as you’re young and/or basically healthy it’s fine!! :) :) :) :)

I’m one of the weirdo sickies.  As long as you’re having your fun togetherness times unmasked, I get no fun togetherness times at all.

If you’ve ever gotten even a tiny bit of joy from a story I’ve written, could you please just wear a properly-fitted N95-or-better mask when at one of these public events?  As a personal favor to me?  Because, yes, I know a handful of people wearing masks a thousand miles away doesn’t make an objectively measurable difference to me.  Except it would make such an incredibly huge difference.  To me.  If for just one single day this summer, someone would put up with some inconvenience, just to show the world that they do still care about people like me.

(This post is me, as one person of a particular fan community, reaching out in an attempt to reach others in that community who are aware of my specific existence as a human being, and who could potentially want to do me a favor.  If this breaks containment then no, random person who doesn’t know who I am and doesn’t care, I am not asking a single thing of you, other than that you accept that perhaps this interwebs posting is not for you.  Because it’s not.)

#discourse stuff #i guess? i mean i kind of want everyone to read this but also i do like to keep everything not under that tag not unSoft #i had some very angry tags typed out but i deleted them all because they won't help anyway

[oogalaboogalabich]

I have an odd little idea that wont go away.

This idea that Ascended Astarion not only fetishises his own face as he does in canon, but also his consorts. I especially like this idea with a Durge.

When he turns them, hes stolen their visiage in the same way his was. He wont let them forget it of course. He will paint a portrait himself. He will learn the skills and perfect them because nobody is ever going to see Durges face but him ever again without his express permission.

And the thought utterly 'lances' him with the first spike of living arousal in two centuries. So strong he thinks its pain at first. This makes the fixation cement even harder.

Astarion would specifically go out of his way to find a jeweler before hes even gotten the chance to process what happened. Just 0-100. Doesnt bother to tell durge about it. He doesnt even know if its because he thinks theyll like it and wants to surprise them. Or because he knows the gesture may piss them off as well and the thought of forcing it on them anyway has him just as excited. He honestly doesnt know which outcome he wants more.

He has them craft an ornate mask thats surprisingly similar to something youd expect from gortash. Perhaps thats on purpose, perhaps not. I like to think of it as a tiny nod of mockery towards their past relationship.

He has durge kneel to receive it, and he states quite clearly that this is 100% about ownership. That he gets off on the whole slew of sick little details of nuance that make up the very specific fetish. And he names them off one by one while stroking his fingertips along their cheeks and nose, planting gentle kisses that entirely contrast the rough hewn tone of his voice, like hes almost furious at the very concept of others being allowed to look at HIS consort.

And durge in MY head EATS. IT. UP.

bro is so fuckin down bad he even suggest they make a few with some sort of gag or bit he can sink his teeth into and just gnaw without concern of breaking it. Something for combat and when his urges get out of control.

Astarion finds he rather likes the idea of his spawn drooling around a gag behind the ornate golden maw, eyes afire with battle rage as he swings his war hammers together around a skull.

Pic of Viriani (my fave durge) in the mask that inspired this surprisingly mild filth.

#ramblin about my blorbos again #this has a distinct seasonin of degenerate autism about it #astarion #durgestarion #the dark urge #baldur's gate 3

[factorialsotherfandoms]

It's warm in Soulfire's underground base, no matter how cold the surface is. There's lava below the earth and fires burning in the corners, their little patch of greenery and safety in the burning wastes of purgatory.

Pac sits between Forever and Mike, a bowl of melted ice on his lap. He swaps the rags on their foreheads for fresh ones, and looks over the group - so many of their team have fallen sick, the frozen outsides coming to spite them. Somehow, Pac has avoided it; Fit has as well, and Bad is pretending not to be suffering for the sake of morale. Tubbo worked through the worst of it and is nearly back to full form, Bagi is just starting to come down with it in turn...

Tina fell sick most recently, caring for everyone else both taking its toll and exposing her. Pac wonders if he'll follow her soon - and if he does, if Fit will catch him when he falls.

ElQuackity he isn't sure about, the man having already left before everyone else woke up.

Luzu (Arin) vanished a few days in, and nobody knows what happened to him at all.

"Will you be alright?" Bagi asks, eyes checking him over.

"Yes," Pac nods as he says it. "You go to the meeting; I'll look after them."

"You sure, king?" it's Tubbo asking. "You don't need someone else to stay too?"

"The eye said everyone available," Fit points out. "Even leaving Pac is pushing it; and if we disobey..."

It doesn't really bare thinking about; Pac smiles at them, "go get this all sorted. Good luck, Tubbo, I hope you win and save the eggs."

Pac knows Richarlyson is as safe as possible - Cellbit is awake and on their opposition, and, for all his recent crimes, will save their son if there is any chance, plus Philza will account for Felps (he hopes, if only because Philza will be praying Missa is counted by Soulfire). And even if three are in fever dreams and Pac himself is caring for them, he trusts Tubbo to remember how many of the boy's fathers had his back.

It's Dapper, and Ramon, and Leo, and Chayanne and Tallulah, that people are really fighting over.

"Tell me if anything happens?" Pac asks.

"Of course," Fit promises first.

"We need to head out," Tubbo says, checking his comms. "You shouldn't have trouble, but call if you do?"

"We'll come straight back," Bagi promises. "Just stay safe, okay? Even if they break the truce, they've never hurt the sick before - just hide."

"I know," Pac... trusts the enemy just enough to know only he is in any danger. "You should go."

"Later!" Tubbo calls, and the rest also make their farewells. It's Fit who lingers longest, saying nothing else but meeting Pac's eyes.

Pac wants to reach out and squeeze his hands for reassurance, for safety, for protection - instead he wrings out another cloth, and leans over to wipe down Mike's face.

By the time he swaps to Forever, the others are gone; he's careful they don't see the strange nether-marks on Forever's cheek. Those seem to come with their own sickness, for Forever's fever sits deeper than the rest, his sleep more restless, his dreams more terrifying and more desperate. Pac soothes what he can, and then stands.

He doesn't want to, but there are more than just his two fellow Brazilians to attend.

Tina did so well keeping the group together, but suffers so much now - he redoes the braids keeping her hair from her face, a little confused Bagi did not do it before leaving. Rivers is half-awake when he gets to her, so he gives her some painkillers and a glass of water to help.

They're taken without complaint, and Pac is pretty sure that means it's bad.

Pol and Lenay, Mariana and Pierre, Kameto and Niki and Missa - the last is hard, because Pac knows he shouldn't remove his mask. Rather than intrude on privacy he does as Tina did, and tucks the cloth behind his neck instead.

He checks on everyone, before quickly stepping outside. He collects more water, sees the burning red sky, and quickly flees back inside.

Unless something changes, they'll be alright for a little while; Pac still sits himself between Mike and Forever, one hand clinging to each of them.

Mike was in the hospital even before they were all dragged out here, thrown into purgatory unconscious and having not woken up since. Forever... Was doing better at the start, but the burning heat of sickness has been building all these two weeks.

Pac just prays that, after whatever meeting the eye summoned them for, everyone can go home. The island is terrible, but at least there's medicine and beds and no worries your neighbours will come murder you in your sleep because a great Eye has stated that you kill or your children die.

Just a few hours more, and they can get everyone proper medicine. And beds. And they can find out if the reason he hasn't seen Felps all week - and so many others - is also sickness and being hidden away to recover, or something else.

A few more hours, and everyone will be safe. Just a few more hours to hold on - Pac clings to his friends and promises himself its just a few hours more.

#qsmp fanfic #qsmp pac #qsmp purgatory #angst #yeah sorry pac its not going to work out okay #on any of the levels you thought it might #whumpcember2023 #day 1: fever #I'm not aiming to do every day probably #but I've got ideas for a few #... fainting is half written and going to be fun I promise #anything else not even I know #and I do want to get some other bits done if I have spoons and time... #half tempted to put a poll for which characters get most attention in the whump event #but like eh

[somereaderinblue]

Gotham's New Stray

Gotham Menagerie Menace AU: 1 | 2

-Lila swore off the ‘sausage tails’ hairstyle but by god she’s breaking that vow if only so she could use them to strangle Marinette.

-The past month has been an absolute shitshow circus.  Somehow, LB managed to defeat Hawkmoth who turned out to be Gabriel (jfc, just when she thought the asshat couldn’t sink lower) but *gasp* CN has betrayed her! Worse, Adrien is gone!

-So far, no one, not even LB herself, specified what ‘gone’ meant. Was he missing? Was he dead?? Nobody knows and it’s killing them.

-Poor Marinette is naturally heartbroken & worried sick and oh, it’s so romantic how she’s holding onto hope. Just look at the shrine she made for Adrien!

-(Lila will bet her entire Venetian Mask collection that she isn’t the only one who wants to burn the embodiment of a stalker’s delusions & entitlement to the ground.)

-Chloe was throwing money at PIs but with the Hawkmoth revelation, Andre wanted nothing to do with Gabriel, much less his son.

-Felix doesn’t believe he’s dead. Call it stubbornness, call it desperation, call it faith: Adrien was tenacious long before he got the miraculous with an animal said to have 9 lives.

-More importantly, Adrien would Cataclysm himself before betraying Paris (yes, he & the others know bcz secret IDs are bloody overrated).

-Lila, Chloe, Zoe, Nino, Nath, Marc, Felix & Luka are determined to get to the bottom of this but where do they start?

-Their first lead comes in the form of Nathalie.

-Nathalie, who tells them the instructions she gave Adrien; who also shows them the peacock & butterfly miraculous.

-When Adrien Cataclysmed his sperm donor (damn it, all of them would’ve paid to see that), Nooroo barely hid inside his miraculous in time to avoid damage. Luckily, his dormant state made it easier for Nathalie to snatch him & Duusu before LB could.

-Although very suspicious, they begrudgingly accept her help. An adult would make a better scapegoat cover anyway.

-While the others prepare to leave, Felix reaches out to his Gotham pen pal.

F: I’m coming to Gotham. D: And others say my humor is lackluster. F: I’m not kidding. D: And I’m not laughing. D: You’re also not the type to do something without reason. F: Damn right I’m not. I need your help.

-Before leaving, Nathalie tells them one last thing: she’ll hold onto the peacock (she’ll be damned if she lets another kid suffer for her mistakes), but someone has to wield the butterfly. It’s not combat-orientated but being able to empower someone in a place like Gotham? A boon they can’t waste.

Nathalie: Which one of you will accept this responsibility? Chloe: .....just to clarify, Hawkbitch was wearing that like, 24/7? Nathalie: Yes. Chloe: I love Adrien but ew, no, not it. Others: Not it! Nathaniel: Not- damn it! Lila: Twas fate.

-They could’ve sworn they saw Nathalie smile.

Meanwhile in Gotham.......

-Adrien was adapting.

-He’s found a decent building to stay in (Gotham was full of abandoned buildings), got a job at a hole-in-the-wall café & even better, the city was a fresh start for his alter ego!

-Rather than mope around, he’s more determined than ever to continue being a hero. His dad being a villain means he has more to atone for & Gotham may be a slaughterhouse but she never dictated who could play savior.

-He’s established a routine. Whenever he doesn’t have to work at the café/ run errands, he’s prowling around as Stray. He wanders around, helping wherever & whenever needed; saving a stray cat from cruel assholes with nothing better to do, stopping a mugger, befriending other kids who have it rough, he goes where there's trouble which happens to be everywhere.

-(Lots of crime means lots of work that requires lots of focus! Lots of focus means lots of time & less to be spent lingering on many repressed issues/traumas waiting to bite his ass.)

-He becomes a bit of an urban legend. Slowly but surely, he’s welcomed into the community. It’s imperfect & dirty but the slot he’s carving for himself fits him so much better than Paris’s ever did.

-Back home (...? Dare he call it that?), he’s trying his best to take care of all the kwamis. Each were unique & there was never a moment’s peace but Adrien loved them. These tiny gods gave him companionship & guidance despite what his father’s done to one of their kin. 

-They try to teach him everything Fu didn’t & he’s lenient with them. His territory has more paraphernalia for their interests than his. When Adrien’s gone, they use fractions of their powers to chase away any would-be-robbers, giving Adrien’s building the ‘haunted’ status.

-Whenever someone he saves offers compensation, Stray usually asks for some food to feed himself & the kwamis.

-(They probably don’t mind giving food bcz there’s the saying abt feeding strays. But hey, him hanging around means extra protection. It’s a fair price to pay.)

-One night, while feeding a bunch of strays, he gets a visitor.

-Catwoman (he's totally not fanboying, he is.)

-Stray is surprised & a bit scared bcz shit, what if he’s done something wrong? Was he trespassing? Was he unintentionally mistreating the strays?!?!

-Catwoman was simply curious. She heard rumors of a ‘Stray’ lingering around the Narrows. She half-expected the mini menace to be some hotshot punk in over his head but-

-She knows.

-She knows how to spot the signs of abuse with a certainty as familiar as it is painful. She’s seen them all: abused animals, abused women, abused children, abused partners.

-The kit covered it with puns, cockiness & charisma but he wasn’t fooling her.

-It wasn’t just the matching theme. They clicked & before he knew it, they were sitting together on rooftops every night to feed & pamper the strays. Some nights, they sat in companionable silence; others they gossiped & bantered each other into a friendly spar.

-Maybe it was the loneliness & lack of human companionship but Stray found himself looking forward to their nightly hang outs.

-Selina knew it wasn’t her place to take him in like Batman would've; but she tried to teach him some tips before the city’s cruelty could. The first time he appears with a cut on his cheek & a split lip, she doesn’t hesitate to treat his wounds.

-Stray wouldn’t call her a maternal figure (she's neither Emilie nor Nathalie), but he comes to view her as a reliable cool older sister/aunt figure. She was nothing like LB. They were parallel lines: heading in the same direction but never intersecting.

-He’s glad that he’s made a friend.

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-But some nights, when he thinks the kwamis are asleep, all of them can hear him cry for the friends & lover he never got to bid goodbye to.

To be continued

#adribat #gmm au #miraculous ladybug #adrien agreste #nathalie redemption #marinette salt #WE NEED MORE ADRIEN & SELINA CONTENT #LET THESE TWO MEET #they can have a deep meaningful relationship without it being full on mother-child from the get go #that's what development is for #they look out for each other but never look AFTER each other bcz both sides have faith in the others abilities #if that makes sense #au of an au #selina kyle

[idyllic-ghost]

seventeen reacting to you fainting on stage

request: Could you do a seventeen reaction to their s/o fainting on stage? idk if you're okay with it tho-

a/n: i know it gets a bit repetitive at times, but i was running out of ideas!

cw: fainting

genre: blurbs, fluff

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s.coups he was watching your performance at an award show. naturally, he had to keep his composure in order to keep your secret relationship safe. however, when he saw you fall to the ground, there was nothing he could do to stop himself. he stood up, and was ready to walk backstage. jeonghan grabbed his arm and sat him back down before seungcheol could start walking. his jaw tensed, and suddenly he really needed to leave this stupid award show. as soon as he saw an opportunity, he took the chance to sneak backstage. you had hit your head during the fall, and was sitting alone in a corridor with an ice pack against your forehead. "they wouldn't let me go to you when it happened. are you okay, darling? please, let me take care of you."

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jeonghan he was watching you during a rehearsal of your performance. you always had the same amount of energy as you would have on a real stage - and jeonghan always enjoyed watching it. however, today you seemed a bit out of it, which made jeonghan feel on edge. as he had expected, you weren't feeling well - and in the middle of your performance you fainted. jeonghan ran out on stage without a second thought, he was lucky that there wasn't an audience yet. the practicing stopped as him and your group tried to wake you up. "give them some space, they won't have any room to breathe if you keep standing so close."

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joshua he was by the stage, watching your first big concert from a place that nobody could see him. you had been so excited to perform, that it completely masked the fact that you were feeling unwell. so when you fainted it was a shock to everyone, including joshua. he wanted to run out to you, but knew that he wasn't allowed to do that. instead, he watched as a few staff members carried you over to him while the rest of your group danced as well as they could. joshua sat down on the floor and put your head in his lap, quickly asking the staff to get you some water. when you opened your eyes again, he sighed out of relief. "don't ever scare me like that again."

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jun he was in the crowd during one of your concerts. he had gotten tickets for a place that had a good view, but where people were less likely to see him. you had offered him a backstage seat, but he declined saying that he wanted to experience your concert for real. when he saw you faint, he immediately regretted his decision. jun made his way backstage, showing the staff his backstage pass before entering. when he finally got to you, you had woken up. "i saw what happened, are you overworking yourself again?"

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hoshi your group was doing a stage with seventeen, so he was right on stage with you. before you had gone on the stage, soonyoung had noticed that you looked a bit faint. he had asked you about it, but you brushed it off to just being tired. even if he tried to persuade you, you wouldn't budge. when he saw you fainting, he was the first person to run up to you and carry you off stage. he was very close to say "i told you so", but opted not to. instead, he helped you to the nearest room so that you could lay your head down. by then the performance was over, and you apologized to him for missing it. "i can always do another performance, you're more important."

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wonwoo he was watching you performing on stage during an award show. after the first minute or so, he noticed that you started looking a bit sick. he excused himself to the members and started walking towards where the bathrooms were, taking a sharp turn to go back stage instead. just as he reached a corner he heard the audience gasp, making him start to sprint. when he saw you, you were being carried by two staff members that wonwoo thankfully knew. "i'll take care of them, it's okay."

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woozi he was right by the stage when it happened, since he was supposed to perform after you. even though he wanted to go to you and take care of you, he knew that he couldn't - and it absolutely killed him inside. he made sure that there was room for you to lay down right by him, and quickly knelt down beside you as soon as you got carried inside. the other members, knowing of your relationship, acted like a sort of shield around you - letting jihoon take care of you in peace. as you woke up, seventeen got their last minute notice saying that they would be going out on stage soon. he asked a staff member to bring you to a quiet room. "i'll be right back, okay? try to get some rest."

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dk he was already nervous for your concert, knowing that you had recently been sick. when he saw you faint, all thoughts escaped him - and he ran out on stage from his place in the backstage area. he was wearing a slight disguise, and could only hope that it would help him hide. right now it didn't matter much, he just needed to get you off the stage. you came to in his arms, and tried to stop him from taking you backstage. his always soft tone with you was gone. "no, you're going backstage and resting. i don't care if you miss the performance, your health is more important."

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mingyu he had been watching you practice for your concert from a place in the audience. but hesitated when he saw you faint. maybe you had just fallen. when you didn't get up afterwards, he quickly climbed up to the stage to see if you were alright. he was right next to the barricades, and the stage was pretty low to the ground - so it didn't take much of an effort. when he got to you, the other members of your group backed away so that he could carry you away from the stage. "i feel like some sort of bodyguard... don't worry, y/n, i'll take care of you."

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the8 he was in a green room when they carried you inside, unconscious. the room was filled with people - and he knew better than to trust any of them to keep your secret relationship hidden. all he could do was watch as someone else took care of you. when he got home that night, he couldn't let go of you. this felt unusual to you since he wasn't much of a touchy person. his eyes were filled with tears as he apologized profusely for not helping you. you tried telling him that there was nothing he could do, but he still felt so regretful. "i'm really sorry, y/n... god, i hope i'm never in that position again."

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vernon he'd be watching your performance at an award show, happily clapping along. when you fainted, he almost thought it was a joke at first - or maybe that it was a part of the performance. as soon as he saw the worried look on your group member's faces he realized that it wasn't. he was conflicted: wanting to go to you, but know that he couldn't. he ended up finding where they took you to rest, and lucky for him you were left alone. "i saw what happened, do you need me to take you home?"

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seungkwan he was so happy to be the mc of a show that you were performing at. being the mc, he had a bit more power to do things that he couldn't normally do. which is why he took the opportunity to help you get off the stage after you had fainted. once you were backstage, he brought you a bottle of water and let you lean your head against his shoulder. when you came to, he started planning on finding a better place for you to rest. "come on, you can't stay here... i'll find a room where you can rest."

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dino he was doing a performance with you, and had to watch as you fell into the arms of another member of his group when you fainted. of course, he was very worried - but he couldn't help that he was a bit jealous too. nevertheless, he pushed those jealous feelings aside and set out to help you. together with the person you had fallen on, he helped you off the stage and to a quieter area. the staff tried to help him, but he said it was fine for him to go alone. when you came to he was right next to you, ready with a water bottle and a blanket in case you were cold. "why didn't you tell me you were feeling sick? i would've stayed home with you."

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