#god I’m so tired of being homeless

[noonblight]

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#god I’m so tired of being homeless #being on a disability pension sucks #I’m never going to get to be married someday and probably won’t even get a place to stay at this rate #the care facility I’m in is temporary stay only #and accessible housing is rarely offered #the mental toll is so much I can barely even process stuff emotionally #sorry to vent on main but fml I’m so exhausted #i just want a safe home to do art in #i was supposed to finally be volunteering this time #now I’ve got a temporary roof over the head and that’s it #I’m so tired so so tired #what if I never get to transition either #i feel too sick to even think about what the rest of my life is gonna look like #i just need to keep going #fuck the government

[idkwhatever580]

Her pt. 1

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Pairings: Natasha romanoff x reader

Prompt: natasha meets y/n while undercover at a soup kitchen. What happens when hydra gets mixed in?

Warnings ⚠️: cursing, some angst, mentions of blood and gunshot, getting beat up? Tell me if there’s any more!!

Pronouns: she/her

A/N: guys this one is really long 😭 idk how many words tho. Idk how to find that out. Make sure to tell me if you like it and follow if you want to see my next post. (Idk when it will go up but I think I’m gonna do a part two)-> https://www.tumblr.com/idkwhatever580/749925326055948288/her-pt-2

Natasha’s Pov

Ugh. This is so stupid. I hate this room.

Fury thinks it is a good idea for us to stay in a stupid rinky dink motel to keep our identities safe.

I think it’s bullshit. The least he can give us is a days inn. But noooo we gotta stay in a one star motel that stinks and has horrible water pressure.

I look over at Clint and glare. He smirks at me and says

“Why the long face?”

I sneer and say

“You know exactly why. We’re stuck in this dump for another month!”

He chuckles and says

“We’ve already been here a month. What’s one more? I honestly think this place is growing on me”

I roll my eyes and say

“Of course you would end up liking this shithole.”

He comes over and nudges my shoulder and says

“Hey! Think about it this way. You get to see her for another month.”

I narrow my eyes at him when he puts on a cheeky grin.

I scoff and brush it off like normal. But Clint knows. He knows me. He knows that I like her.

Her.

I could think about her all day if I tried.

You see, Clint and I are on an undercover mission to investigate a possible hydra meeting place. We’ve been eating at this soup kitchen for weeks. Acting like we’re homeless so we can get info. Normally I would hate this job. And I do don’t get me wrong, but there’s this one volunteer. Her name is y/n.

Y/n.

Doesn’t that just roll right off your tongue? I wish she’d roll right on my tongue.

I shake my head to void myself of these thoughts. But it’s all in vain. She is so pretty.

Her smile is bright. Albeit her teeth might not be perfect but I think it makes her even better. She makes this whole thing bearable.

Her sweet face, and quirky remarks make me almost blush.

Almost.

Clint snaps in front of my face and I look up at him and he says

“Did you hear a single thing I said?”

I shake my head even though I want to say yes. Whatever he said could have been important.

He sighs and says

“Well. I’m going to take a shower. And try to see if the water actually heats up this time. If not. I’ll still be in there a while. I gotta take a shit. So if you need to use the bathroom I suggest you go now or forever hold your peace”

I chuckle a bit and shake my head and he grabs his towel and says

“Alright. Have fun thinking about y/n”

He goes off and I lie back on the bed. It creaks but I don’t care anymore. All I can think about is her.

I don’t know who she is. She seems well off. But she’s not mean. No. What mean person would willingly volunteer at a soup kitchen?

She is so tender. Always making sure all the homeless people get their fair share and if she thinks someone is looking a little skinny one day she’ll give them a bit more.

She always gives me a bit more. Then says she put too much. Clint thinks it’s just to see me a bit more. I think she’s just a bit tired by the time I get in line.

Her.

God. It’s only been a month and her beauty floods my senses. I remember the first time she hugged me.

She smelled like oranges and cupcakes.

She always stayed and sat with all the homeless people. Making sure to update herself on their lives.

Clint and I stay longer though. So she ends up talking to me. He kind of acts closed off. So that he can always be on guard.

He knows my senses are being let down by her. And he’s okay with it. I wish I wasn’t.

She talks of her life a lot. And I sometimes think I see her look at my lips but I shake it away and try to forget that telling myself I imagined it.

By the time I’m done day dreaming of her today, Clint comes out and says

“One. Do NOT go in there. And two. Let’s get ready to go”

I sigh and smile a bit. I know I’m gonna get to see her. I put on my ‘homeless attire’ and we leave the building.

We walk into the soup kitchen along with some of the others who are nice. I look around and my eyes zero in on y/n’s normal spot. I see her and she sees me at the same time

She smiles excitedly and waves at all of us but her eyes linger on me. I wave back shyly.

We go up and she portions our food while asking how everyone’s day has been.

When it’s my turn she portions my food and hands it to me and then says

“Oh! I think I gave you a bit too much. Here let me fix it.”

She brushes her hand across mine and for the first time. I blush.

I blush

Crap. I blushed.

Thankfully she doesn’t notice. But I know.

She hands it back to me and says “there you go sweets”

I smile shyly but I’m screaming inside. I thank y/n and scurry off to my undesignated designated spot. Clint sits by me and says

“Did you?”

I slap him in the arm and say

“Shut up Barton or I’ll kill you”

He giggles and hops away from me to eat his food.

After a while y/n comes up to me and says

“Hey girl! I finally finished the portions. Wanna talk?”

She always asks if I want to talk and I always nod my head. She sits down and start yapping while I smile and listen to it all. At some point she says

“My mom and I always had this deal. That if I ever sent a message to her with a lowercase x at the end, that means I am in danger. Thank goodness I never had to use it though.”

She quickly moves on to another topic just as fast as she got to the previous. I try to keep up with her.

As the soup kitchen closes for the day around 3 and we all leave. I leave with a smile on my face.

God she’s so pretty.

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I wake up in bed and smile. I look over at my alarm clock and realize I have only about thirty minutes left to get ready for the soup kitchen.

I hop out of bed and Clint smirks and says

“You’ve never slept that long. You good?”

I roll my eyes and say

“Fuck off”

We quickly leave for the soup kitchen and I walk in and look for y/n. My eyebrows furrow when she’s not in her normal spot.

I go over to Calvin, the soup kitchen owner and say

“Hey. Is y/n here today?”

He shakes his head and says

“No. Surprisingly she sent me a text this morning saying she’s not gonna make it. Look”

Calvin turns his phone towards me and I read the message.

Y/n Y/l/n

Hey! I’m so sorry this is last minute but I can’t come in today. Hopefully I’ll see you tomorrow! x

My eyes widen and I say

“Oh. Okay. Thanks Calvin.”

I quickly walk to Clint who is eagerly waiting in line for his food. I whisper to him.

“We need to go. Y/n is in danger.”

He looks at me confused and says

“What? You heard Calvin. He said she said she was fine.”

I shake my head and only now does Clint realize I am being serious.

“Aww but I just got to the front of the line”

Clint whines and pouts and I say

“If I let you grab this you better get a to go box. And hurry”

In a stern voice. He nods his head and gets his food quickly.

We head back to the motel. I pull out my emergency bag and grab the laptop. I’m only supposed to go online in emergencies and I dictate this as one.

I explain to Clint what is wrong and he nods his head in agreement. Y/n has never missed a day of the soup kitchen. Even when she was so tired she looked dead.

I quickly power it on and start looking into her socials.

It’s a wonder I haven’t looked her up until now. It’s actually a wonder that I haven’t even heard of her. She’s popular.

She’s a famous artist. Actress and Singer/songwriter. Her name is Y/n y/m/n y/l/n. She’s 24. Only three years younger than me. She acts in some really popular movies. Of course I never have watched them. Or else I would have probably recognized her. She writes and sings a bit. But not much.

I start digging deeper. I look at her most recent posts and I see that she posted on Instagram about the same time that she sent the message to Calvin.

I read the post and it’s a cute picture of her. From yesterday. That’s the outfit she wore and she took a quick selfie in it.

She added a paragraph and I scour it intensely.

Hey guys! I know I don’t do this a lot but I whant to come on heere and thank you for your dedication tol me. I’m so excited to have hit fifty milliopn follmowers on Instageram. It’sh truly an hyonor to be lovedd by so rmany of youa. xoxo x

I see how she has a bunch of misspelled words and I put two and two together. The misspellings put together make out a sentence.

Help me hydra x

I look back at Clint and he says

“Damn. That was easy. She’s smart.”

All the comments are either fawning over her or bullying her for having so many misspellings but I know. She’s communicating to me. To anyone who notices. And I am the person right now.

Thankfully, the hydra people are fucking stupid. And I’m highly trained in coding. So I am able to track her phone easily.

I pinpoint it at the soup kitchen. And then Clint grabs my shoulder and says.

“The back room. Y/n always talked about Calvin chilling in a back room that she caught a glimpse of once. She said it looked scary.”

I widen my eyes and my shoulders tense up say

“You think they’re stupid enough to keep her there?”

He nods his head and I shake mine and say

“Well. There’s no harm in trying. And we might get our mission done faster if we’re right.”

I quickly put on my suit as Clint puts his on in the bathroom. He walks up with his bow and arrow at the ready and he says.

“You ready?”

I nod my head stiffly and we hop in the run down car that we are only allowed to use in emergencies. Once again we both dictate this an emergency.

Clint drives as I map out a plan outloud.

“Okay. So we’re gonna split up. You go in the front. I’ll go in the back. See what we can find. I know our mission is to get intel but if y/n doesn’t make it out alive I’m gonna burn the whole city down.”

Clint chuckles a bit with his signature smile on and I raise my eyebrow and say

“What?”

He shakes his head and says,

“Well, it’s just- you really like this girl huh? I mean burning the city down is a pretty big thing to do. And that’s kind of odd for you. I didn’t think you’d be the type.”

I scoff and cross my arms and say

“We need to focus on the mission. And not the fact that I may or may not be down bad.”

He chuckles once more and then pulls into a spot away from the soup kitchen.

I run to the back and Clint runs to the front once we solidify our plan and then we both easily break in. The soup kitchen is usually open in case there is a homeless person who desperately needs shelter. Like if there’s a storm or something. Thankfully though Clint tells me through comms that there’s no one inside.

“I’m in”

I say when I pick the lock. I frown when I realize that this is gonna be an easy feat. I know not to let my guard down. Just in case.

I hear a crackle when the comms come on and Clint says,

“Hey nat… you’re gonna want to see this”

I put my finger on my earpiece and say,

“Did you find y/n?”

“No, but I found the intel we were definitely looking for. And a lot more.”

I frown and say,

“Okay put it on a drive then come find me. I’m in the west wing. Call a quinjet to pick us up.”

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Nobody’s pov

Clint downloads the files to a usb drive and he kind of freezes for a moment as he sees the files of horrifying victims flow into it. There’s footsteps headed his way and he pulls out his arrows and prepares to shoot someone.

One set of footsteps quickly becomes about four and something he can quite pin he takes a breath prepared to fight.

The doors open so fast he doesn’t even have time to blink before he is shooting his arrows. He quickly downs four of them but he knows there’s a fifth.

He slowly looks around the area they came in and moves around the desk only to find a shaking ball of a human. He squats down and says

“Y/n?”

So softly she might not have heard it. She snaps her head up and says

“Cliff?”

She sniffles when she says his code name and he holds his hand out for her and says.

“It’s Clint. I know this is confusing and scary but we’ve got to find Natasha and get you out of here before anything else happens okay?”

She nods her head and says

“Is Natalie Natasha?”

Clint nods his head and presses his earpiece to tell Natasha that they’re done.

Natasha huffs and says

“Wow you just have to take all the credit huh?”

Clint giggles a bit and then grabs the full usb drive and starts walking out carefully. He looks back at y/n and says

“Are you coming or not?”

She is shaking and says,

“Uh. I- I think I can’t walk”

Clint finally realizes that she has a bullet in her thigh and it’s bleeding a bit but thankfully not enough to kill her. At least for now. He sighs and says,

“Alright. I’m gonna pick you up and we’re gonna fly to New York for a bit to get you healed.”

She nods her head and we head off.

Once Clint gets everyone on the quinjet y/n passes out.

“Fuck”

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Y/n’s pov

I wake up in a hospital bed. I open my eyes a bit just to close them immediately. You’d think that they would turn the lights down or something.

I groan a bit and someone is at my side. I don’t even want to see who it is. I just want to get back to my home.

Which is what got me into this situation in the first place.

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(Kind of flashback?)

I walked out of the soup kitchen. Everyone had left and I locked the door. I decided to walk there today so I started my trek back home. And then I realized I left my phone. So I went back and unlocked the door.

Calvin was in there. I assume he is just restocking or something and I say hi and asked if he has seen my phone.

He dangles it in front of my face and then puts a gun to my head.

Shit

He says I need to make a text to send to him so that nobody from the soup kitchen worries about me and then make a post so that my fans don’t think anything of my absence.

At this point. I probably won’t be making it out.

Yes I’m famous. And yes I have a lot of caring fans.

But nobody knows me well enough to even think of me. And by the time someone does. I’ll probably be dead.

He walks me to the back room that I’ve only seen once. Damn. I knew this was sketch.

His grip on my hands is so tight.

I didn’t even realize I have tears streaming down my face until he says

“Quit your whimpering. If you get us caught you’re dead”

I look up at him and say

“Us? There’s more?”

He scoffs and says

“Of course there’s more of us. Hydra doesn’t do loners. We’re not dumb enough. Now shut up or I’ll kill you and everyone else you’ve ever loved. Including your little Natalie”

That shut me up real quick.

Fuck my life.

He throws me in a cell and beats me up. I have so many cuts and bruises already.

He left me about an hour ago and now I’m just laying here on the concrete. By my calculations the soup kitchen will open in about 8 hours. Hopefully Natalie notices I’m gone.

She notices everything.

I know she’s homeless and I’m not but part of me wants to take her with me. Give her a new life.

Make her mine.

But she doesn’t like me like that. And that wouldn’t be fair to the other homeless people who have been here even longer.

Gran says I’m head over heels and I should court her. But she’s also a bit crazy.

But then again pops says she likes me back. And although pops is like never wrong, there’s always a first time for everything. I’m not so sure though.

God how am I thinking of her at a time like this? I’m actually daydreaming about a silly little (not so little) crush of mine while my life is at stake. Well, I have nothing else to do. So thinking about her it is.

Her

She’s so beautiful. Even when she has dirt all over her and her clothes look like they need more than just a little stitching and washing.

Natalie

It’s a pretty name but it honestly doesn’t fit her quite right. I just don’t know what other name would though.

Meh. I’m probably just being weird.

By the time I am finished thinking about her I fall asleep and I wake up and calculate it is already morning. Thank god. My calculations are confirmed when one of the guards brought me food for some reason. I ask him

“What time is it?”

He says,

“I’m not supposed to talk to you but it’s 10:46 am”

I nod my head and thank him.

I scarf the food down so I can hopefully get as much energy before they take it away from me. Maybe I’ll be able to stay alive longer.

After I’m finished Calvin walks in and says

“What do you know about Natalie?”

I frown and say

“Why?”

“You’re very close to her. And i want info on her. If you tell me everything you know I’ll let you go”

I consider my options. But clearly they want her info for something. I don’t want her to be in danger. She’s strong yes. But she’s also homeless. Nobody to care for her. And I don’t want her to die on my watch. I wouldn’t be able to live with myself if one of my favorite people died because of me. Hoe selfish would that be.

So I say the bare minimum.

“I don’t actually know much about her. I usually do all the talking.”

He kicks me. Ouch.

“I think her favorite color is red. And her favorite food is whatever I cook. At least that’s what she says.”

Another kick. Ow.

Calvin gets a bit mad and says.

“The soup kitchen is about to open. I’m gonna go get the food prepared and you’re going to think about every little thing she’s ever told you. And about that cliff dude too.”

I glare at him and say

“He never talks. You think I know anything? I’m just a stupid girl.”

He sneers and says

“If you don’t come up with anything good you better kiss your little girlfriend goodbye.”

I frown and curl into a ball as he leaves.

I mumble

“She’s not my girlfriend.”

What can I find that will seem plausible that isn’t true about her.

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Time jump to after soup kitchen closes and Calvin comes back.

“Tell me everything you know bitch”

I spit at him and say

“I don’t know anything about them”

He gets really angry at that and he kicks me in the head.

I’m shaking really bad already. That’s gonna hurt way worse later. If I make it to later.

After more and more berating he finally has enough and pulls out a gun. I cry and sob and say

“Pl- please no. Calvin you’re better than this! It’s okay I won’t tell anyone! I promise just let me go. Please”

I beg but he doesn’t give in. He points the gun at me and shoots.

It hits me in my thigh and I scream. I scream and I scream and he says

“Shut up bitch. Nobody can hear you. They won’t hear you when you scream.”

I cry but I quiet down. Clearly there’s no point in using my voice. I’m just gonna die anyways.

Suddenly there’s a guard running to Calvin and he whispers something to him. Calvin looks at me and says

“Get up bitch. You’re coming with us”

Three more guards come and pick me up and start marching me away from whatever it is they’re scared of. They open a door and then I fall on the ground. They dropped me for some reason but I don’t care. I curl up into a ball and then a soft voice calls my name.

I look up and say

“Cliff?”

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And that’s how I ended up here.

I’m in a hospital bed. Somewhere. Probably safe.

I finally open my eyes and see Natalie. Well. Natasha.

That name fits her better. Now I know why I felt that way. She’s still so pretty.

But she’s in a black catsuit. It shows off her curves. I look away because I don’t want to objectify her or anything.

She smiles and says

“You’re awake”

I can tell that she wants to say something else but doesn’t know if she can.

I look at her and say.

“Yeah. What happened?”

“Well. You obviously know you were kidnapped by hydra.”

I nod my head and don’t let her finish. I’m clearly hurt when I say

“Why did you lie to me?”

She sighs and says.

“I’m sorry. You have every right to be mad at me. I lied because I am an avenger. We’re in New York City at the avengers tower. I can take you home as soon as you’re cleared. But for now I’m going to explain okay?”

I nod my head and let her speak.

“Since I am an avenger and a highly ranked spy, I sometimes have to go on missions undercover. My name is Natasha romanoff. My alias’ are Natalie rushman, black widow and others. I was recently undercover with my friend and coworker Clint Barton. His alias’ are cliff barren and Hawkeye.”

She pauses and then continues

“We were looking to find intel. We had a hint that hydra, the people that took you, were there. Thankfully you were able to send a message out before they took you. They’re dumb. So I tracked you the second I knew you were in danger.”

I frown and say

“So you lied about not knowing who I was?”

She shook her head and says

“I only found out who you were after you sent that message. Because I looked you up on my emergency computer. So no. I didn’t lie about that. Y/n you are very brave and strong. Most people wouldn’t have made it out of there. Most people didn’t.”

I nod my head and say

“So. How long have I been out?”

“About a day and a half. Clint and I went to the soup kitchen the past two days to make sure everyone was okay. It’s under new management already. She’s nice. Her name is Mary. We cleared out hydra and everything and everyone at the soup kitchen is okay.”

I nod my head and say

“That’s good.”

I frown and say

“What now?”

She sighs and sits down and says

“Well. You have a few options after you’re cleared. Continue on with life and forget all about us. Or, we can create a new safe soup kitchen and you can start creating houses for the homeless. Give them new opportunities. Get some of them into rehab. Follow your dream. Fully paid of course, courtesy of Tony Stark and SHEILD considering you helped us get one of the biggest bouts of information in a very short amount of time.”

My eyes light up and I say

“Wait… you… you listened to me when I was talking?”

Natasha nods her head and says

“I don’t know if you noticed but I notice everything. When you talked about your dreams of retiring as an actress to help the needy, it was so moving. It’s a good dream. And I want to help you achieve it.”

I sit up carefully and say

“I’m so excited I could just kiss you!”

I realize what I said and then say

“Oh shit. I didn’t- I don’t- I didn’t mean that”

Natasha says

“Really? Because I would have done it if you did mean it.”

I widen my eyes and point at her a little dumbfounded and say

“You- you wanna- I-l”

She smirks and walks up to my hospital bed and leans into me. She stops just before to silently ask permission and I nod my head.

She presses her lips softly into mine and they’re softer than clouds. She pulls away softly and I giggle like a school girl and say

“I’ve wanted to do that for a while.”

Natasha raises her eyebrow and says

“Even when I was covered in dirt and smelled like shit?”

I shrug my shoulders and say

“I think it adds to your charm. You’re a cutie”

We hear a chuckle from the doorway and Clint walks in. He smirks and says

“I don’t think anyone has ever called Natasha romanoff a cutie and made it out alive.”

Natasha rolls her eyes and says

“I don’t know what you’re talking about. Nobody called me anything”

I giggle and say.

“Natasha?”

She immediately looks at me and I say

“Do you think I can really do that homeless shelter?”

She nods her head and says

“I know you can.”

I smile realizing a whole new chapter of my life is about to start. And it’s gonna be great.

All because of her

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A/N: whew!! Damn that was long. I hope y’all liked it!!! Please tell me if there are any warnings I missed. I think I’m gonna do a part two of the next chapter in y/n’s life. I really just write whatever I’m thinking about lol. My anons are in fact open. I don’t have too many requirements. But expect to have a happy ending lol I’m so sappy 🤷‍♀️🩷

#avengers #fanfic #marvel #natasha romanoff #natasha romanoff x reader #natasha x reader

[mixelation]

(a)synchronicity - probably the very beginning

Tori was currently tied by the wrist to two other people, part of a chain of five civilians and one shinobi. They stood out in the rain, in a muddy field outside of Ame. Hanzo stalked back and forth in front of them. 

Needless to say, Tori’s day wasn’t going the way she had planned. 

“You are the absolute scum of the earth,” Hanzo wheezed out through the filter over his mouth. “You are traitors and usurpers. Did you really think we would let you get away?”

The Ame Tori knew– the one twenty or so years in the future– would have let civilians move out, if they could prove they needed to. She could have written herself a very compelling letter about having no familial or professional ties and no job prospects, laid out a plan for how she'd be so good at a job somewhere else in the country, and she would have gotten exit papers. 

Apparently in mid-Civil War Ame, even civilians were under suspicion of joining the rebels. Despite being homeless for the last month, despite not having a single thing to her name because she was not even from this time, despite not doing a single thing for Ame or its wars, Tori was meant to stay in Ame even if she starved. That was giving your life to a village, according to Hanzo’s ongoing mental breakdown. 

“I’d rather die here than live another day serving you,” the shinobi that was supposed to be guiding them out snarled. Then she spat into the mud. 

Why, Tori thought. There was no talking her way out of this, not with that attitude. 

“As you wish,” Hanzo answered. His hands rose towards his face. There was a shuffling around them as the Ame-nin holding their sad little group at sword-point pulled gas masks over their mouths and noses. 

Why would sewing a piece of salamander into yourself do that? Tori wondered as she watched purple fumes pour from Hanzo’s mouth. 

She didn’t have it in her to feel fear. She’d done nothing but squat in abandoned, cold buildings and beg for food for the past month. She probably hadn’t gotten properly dry the entire time. She didn’t even have the energy to feel angry. She was just annoyed and tired. 

The poison made all her neurons misfire. Pain shot through random parts of her body, and her legs convulsed and knocked her over. She dragged down both the people she was tied to– or maybe they dragged her down? It was hard to tell. They were one twitching mass of limbs and shrieks of pain at Hanzo’s feet. 

“Tell your filth friends when you see them,” Hanzo said, voice no longer distorted by the mask, “that I will not stop even when Hell is full.”

Tori knew she was properly dead by then, because the gnawing hunger of the Shinigami spread inside her, becoming a part of her, driving out her own feelings. If Hanzo was going to fill her stomach, why wasn’t he? Why was he wasting her time with this measly meal?

It almost felt good to be one with the Shinigami, who did not feel cold or tired, just hungry, always hungry. Except, today she also felt… 

What are you? The Shinigami wondered. But gods did not have to experience time strictly linearly like humans, and it puzzled it together quickly. Disgusting, Tori thought of her own soul, and then suddenly had the very human instinct to vomit. 

She could feel the souls of the five other people in her stomach. She could also feel arms cutting her hands free and then dragging her through the thick mud of the field. Her nerves twitched. This was probably just what corpses killed by Hanzo did, because the person dragging her didn’t react. 

This is a vile feeling, the Shinigami thought. Or perhaps it was what Tori thought. How dare a human touch me?

Tori had to fight to stay limp as repulsion filled her. Then she was being dumped down a hill along with the other bodies. 

Ah, the Shinigami-in-her-head thought. The carcasses after a meal. And yet I’m still hungry…

Tori had been dumped into a mass grave, on top of a pit of rotting human bodies half-submerged in mud. Bile rose in her mouth, but she fought it back down, flailing for the edge of the pit. She refused to look down or think too hard as the Shinigami faded from her brain. 

It took a long time and many failed attempts to crawl her way up the muddy slope. 

Tori allowed herself to splay out in the mud for a few minutes. The Ame-nin were long gone. She hated dying, but it was a convenient little trick. 

The poison still had lingering effects, and she stumbled over her own feet several times as she headed to the forest at the edge of the field. Her vision was spotted. But she was alive, and she was getting the hell out of Rain Country. 

xXx

Tori was still in Rain Country. Travel was… challenging. Rain Country was at war with itself and its neighboring countries. Ninja occupied towns and roads and would randomly show up and kill you for no reason, or perhaps confiscate your supplies if you were lucky. The ninja came from every country, having made Ame the stage for their stupid Third War. 

She had money now, though, at least. Ninja here weren’t any better at not getting tricked than they were in her timeline. 

“What do you mean, kill them?” the farmer’s wife said. “They’re ninja!”

“They’re not even conscious,” Tori countered. She pressed the knife at the woman again. “They’ll die like anyone.”

The farmer’s wife seemed doubtful, her eyes nervously flickering over to her dining room where three young men sat slumped over their seats. 

“Fine, I’ll show you,” Tori said, turning on her heel and marching back into the room. 

It was nice of the farmer’s wife to let her stay with them, curled up in the dry hay of her barn. The ninja had been here since Tori had, because she’d stalked them here. 

The farmer’s wife had old medications prescribed to her husband, from before the supply shortages and before her husband had died resisting a ninja raid. It had taken very little convincing from Tori to get the woman to crush up pills into the food she served the ninja. And then it had worked, because ninja had a hard time believing non-ninja weren’t idiots. They hadn’t expected a young civilian like Tori asking a bunch of stupid questions to be a distraction for another civilian doing something dangerous. 

Of course, there was a period between being drugged and passing out where the ninja had realized something was wrong. There were several kunai in the walls and a huge scorch across the wooden dining table from them freaking out. This was probably why the farmer’s wife had refused to enter the room, despite being gungho about the plan just an hour ago. 

The drugs worked just as well as the warning label had promised, though. There were all out like alight, breath and limbs heavy

Tori hovered over the biggest of the three ninja with the knife. A Konoha headband glinted back up at her. It was funny. She’d always just assumed Konoha-nin would be kinder than everyone else, but they weren’t. They would barge into some lady’s house, scare the shit out of her kids, and demand free room and board, just like any other ninja. The farmer’s wife had no idea what village had killed her husband, and it didn’t matter. All ninja were ninja to someone like her. 

Tori fiddled with the knife. She wasn’t… she didn’t… well. She didn’t mind the idea of killing someone with a knife, but she had no idea how to do it cleanly. 

She ended up turning the knife on herself and making a little incision into the fatty part of her forearm for blood. It would take some extra time and finagling, but fuuinjutsu was almost always what she was most comfortable with. She patted the ninja down for a spare fuuinjutsu brush– a lot of them had them, even if all they knew how to do was re-ink storage scrolls– and set about making a seal that would disrupt the ninja’s chakra just long enough to kill them. 

It took long enough that the farmer’s wife regained the courage to creep into the kitchen.

“You’re one of them,” she gasped at the seal Tori had drawn in blood across the table. 

“Um,” Tori said, settling the third ninja’s hand into place on the seal. “No I’m not?”

She smeared the last character into place with her finger, to activate the seal. She’d drawn the seal imperfectly, as it was on a random table in blood rather than traditional methods, and a lot of very dramatic smoke escaped. 

The farmer’s wife made a lot of dramatic, outraged spitting noises. She didn’t even seem relieved when Tori confirmed all three men were dead now. 

She kicked Tori out, although she did nothing but stand around and accuse Tori of being a lying bitch while Tori patted down the corpses for useful things. Like more pocket change. Or travel supplies. Or– gasp!– sealing ink and a bunch of blank tags!

“Which village sent you?” the farmer’s wife demanded, waving around another knife she’d picked up at some point. “Don’t you dare send any more of your freak friends out here!”

“I suggest burning the bodies,” Tori told her and she packed up her new goodies to leave and wiped the table clean of evidence. She didn’t need any shinobi getting wind of her fuuinjutsu. “Or anything else to hide their identities.”

Of all the villages, Konoha was most likely to send people to investigate random disappearances. They liked tracking where their bloodline limits ended up. Or, at least, that’s what the Iwa-nin that Tori had failed to convince to go engage a Konoha team had said as his excuse.  

The temperature was dropping as she hiked away from the farm. Maybe there was a way to use fuuinjutsu to temperature-regulate her tent… no, that seemed like it needed a lot of testing to make sure she didn’t set it on fire in the night…

Tori’s hands balled into fists as she walked. Why was even finding a warm bed impossible? Or someone to just be nice to her, without suspicion and threats?

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TORI KILL COUNT: 3

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This was from my AO3 account, I will try to post on both accounts🧡

Content: Sometimes even villains need a bath time

It was a hassle, he fought you the entire time, threats of burning your apartment down if you so touched him falling out like venom from his lips. You were used to his threats and his hard glares though, not fazed by his strong diversion from physical touch. It was understandable, from what he told you about his past. Though today was not a day to be understanding, rather he needed this.

Dragging the adult male into the bathroom, you took brisk movements to lock the door so he wouldn’t escape, a glare was your only response as you looked back at your lover. After the few years, you knew him, this might have been the lowest he was in. Covered in soot and blood from his past battle with a few ambitious heroes, he looked more like the homeless man you encounter so long ago. A grunt and raised brow was his reply as he watched your eyes evaluate him, seeming displeased by your judgemental gaze.

“I know I’m handsome, doll, but you don’t gotta stare that hard. Might hurt my fragile ego.” A sarcastic reply to cover up his feeling of embarrassment, only becoming glaringly obvious when you walked away to turn the faucet of the tub on.

“Get undressed.” It wasn’t a suggestion, and he knew you well enough to know you were serious. He wanted to chide back a smart remark, but it would only annoy you. Though he didn’t mind seeing that fire in your eyes. Letting out an exasperated sigh, he did as he was told. He really did it this time, some of the surgical staples were loose, showing just a glimpse of the burnt skin underneath. Worry crossed your features once you noticed the irritated skin, would a bath be okay?

“I’m fine, let’s just get it over with.” As if reading your mind, he only eyed you from the side, a look that told you not to look down on him. He was strong after all, a little soap was the least of his concerns.

Shoving you to the side, the man stepped in, the warm water causing him to hiss a bit. You were quick to his side, a glare shot your way, once more reminding you to not treat him so weakly. A thought rushed in his head, the things he did for you, thank god you were good-looking. He crouched down slowly, letting his body get accustomed to the water. A bored expression graced his tired features as his turquoise hues fell on you. “Happy?”

Well, it wasn’t exactly how you pictured it, but you wouldn’t complain. Grabbing a washcloth, you lathered it up with soap, the villain only watching in mild interest, a hint of sarcasm on his tongue. “You gonna wash me up too? Wow, I hit the jackpot.”

“Don’t be pissed just because you got dirty, jerk.”

“Yeah, well you reap what you sow, I suppose.”

The washcloth touched the skin gently, still causing discomfort on his features as you went to work. It was unknown if it was from the soap on his skin or just the touch alone. Eyes looking anywhere but you at the moment, a wave of vulnerability hitting him as you washed his blackened skin. Silence crept through the walls, the only sound being the water splashing about as you cleaned the rag. A soft sigh escaped his chapped lips, turquoise eyes finally turning to watch you clean the washcloth, listening to you make a “tsk” with your tongue over the water blackening.

“It ain’t that bad, is it? I’ve seen worse.”

His smart reply left you to chuckle dryly, eyeing him with a sharp look as he grinned, knowing he got under your skin. It was probably his favorite pastime, watching you tick. “Yeah, I’m sure my landlord would love to know how I got the tub black.”

“A remodel? I heard black is the new bathroom thing, trust me.”

Eyes rolled at his words, going back to cleaning his arm this time. A concentrated look was plastered on your face as you were careful not to touch his opened wounds from the missing surgical staples. “Want me to stitch them after?”

He looked down at his arm, a half-hearted shrug was your reply, a quick hiss following after from moving his shoulder. Damn, he really should think his impulse control over. “Do what you want.”

“Fine, I’ll make sure not a single staple gets out next time.”

He raised a brow at your reaction, knowing you were annoyed with his dismissive behavior. His stare moved back to the bathroom tile on the wall, a hand going up to run over the design. Silence once overcrowded the room again as you continued to clean him up. Finishing up, you threw the dirty washcloth in the laundry basket, no concern about if it was salvageable after the bath. Leaning back down over the tub wall, you grabbed your shampoo and conditioner. A calloused hand grabs your wrist to stop you.

“You’ve done enough, I’m clean aren't I? Don’t worry about the rest.”

His voice came out a whisper, almost like a silent plea to stop spoiling him as if he couldn’t handle it anymore. A stare-off started, both of you too stubborn to back down from your apparent claims. Furrowing your brows once more, you tried to grab for the shampoo bottle again, his hand keeping you in place. “Just this once? Please?”

A look of hesitation flashed through his blue eyes, finally he let you go, huffing out as if it was the worst decision in his life. Smiling at his surrender, you quickly grabbed the bottle so he wouldn’t change his mind. Again, as gently as possible, hot water ran through his hair so you could lather it with soap. He closed his eyes as a soft sigh came out, shoulders relaxing just a bit from the water running down his sore muscles. A shudder soon followed after the moment your hands touched his head, the sensitivity of your hands running through his dark locks only making him want to close his eyes more. He shouldn’t have agreed to this.

Nails massaged his scalp, he gripped the tub to handle the new feeling. The concern is shown on your face, stopping to look down at him. “Are you okay? I’m hurting you?”

“No.” It was spoken harshly, not wanting to admit his weakness to your touch. He was stronger than this, he could handle having his hair washed. “Just hurry up, will ya? I want to sleep.”

Going back to work on his dyed locks, you mumbled something he couldn’t comprehend, probably a smart remark to his words, he didn’t blame you for that. Water ran back down his hair and back as you rinsed out the soap, fingers combing through the strands to make sure all the soap was out, he only gritted his teeth, wanting this sweet torture to end. Not wanting to feel again after this.

It was conditioner next, an annoyed sigh at the feeling of the thick cream being spread through his burnt locks. He was never agreeing to this again, hating the feeling of relaxation taking over him. Hated the soft feeling growing in his chest. Hated you.

Luckily it ended quickly, water once more rinsing out the dirt and conditioner from his hair, the man looking more like a wet cat than a villain. Eyes even slit in contempt as he stared at the faucet in front of him. Getting up, you grabbed a towel, calling out to him to get out. You didn’t have to call out a second time, he stepped out, ripping the towel from your hands to dry himself, not even caring if he opened his wounds once more.

“Stop acting like a child, you’re just going to get an infection if you irritate the skin.”

The dead stare at the ground was your sign he wasn’t in the mood, though that was never new. Walking over, you grabbed the towel from him, a glare your only reply as you got to work drying him off properly. Moving to his hair, you ruffled his head, fried hair poofing up a bit from the friction. A laugh escaped your lips from his non-villainous look.

“Cute.”

“You’re calling the wrong person cute, doll.”

A roll of his eyes entered your vision, though the trace of a smile was seen on his lips. Bath time didn’t have to be bad all the time, he supposed, though he wouldn’t admit that. Not to you anyway. Never to you.

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ℳ𝒶𝓎𝒷𝒶𝓃𝓀𝓈 𝓈𝒾𝓈𝓉ℯ𝓇

Part 3, chapter 3- running with a bullet in my leg

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“Little change of plans, they did it. They sent Kiara to the wilderness camp.”

“Oh, no.”

“So, uh, I’m gonna need about eight hours for liberation.”

“Eight hours? I don’t have eight hours! We’ve got a jet here, we’re all waiting!”

“I know, dog. I know the clock is ticking. Look, my sister was sent to the camp for like a while, she knows it better than anyone. I’m gonna need to talk to her. If you have to go, we’ll meet you there.”

You got put into the wilderness camp when you were 12. JJ was 10. You had gotten into yet another fight, and the cops had busted you with a pre-roll or two in your bag. You were 12, smoking. They forced you to go, basically kidnapping you as you screamed and shouted against the workers hold.

You were there for almost a year, until your dad finally decided he couldn’t live on his own and take care of JJ by himself. Like an actual father should. But you have learned over the years Luke maybank was no actual father.

“No, we can’t… we can’t. No, JJ, listen, we can’t wait for you.”

“I know! I’m working on it, dude. Luckily I’m a problem solver, just stay in the Matrix, okay? I repeat-“ JJ paused, hearing the tire explode out. He looked out the window.

“Jj?”

“Damn-“ he shouted, the line suddenly ending.

“Son of a bitch.”

“Yo, what’s going on?” Pope asked John B.

“I’m gonna kill him.”

♡₊˚ 🦢・₊✧🩶.

“God!” JJ stepped out the car, going to the back and grabbing a spare tire and some tools. He grunted, and suddenly heard a car engine behind him.

He turned around, heart racing as he realized who it was. He swallowed the lump in his throat, seeing two men get out.

“Okay, fine.” He turned around, going over to them. The other man pulled out a gun, pointing it to JJ.

“Really?” He realized, looking at the gun and back to the tire. He had shot out the tire.

“After everything you just put me through, you shot my sister, and now you shoot out my… my friends tire! That’s not even my van!”

“You lost the load, JJ. Now instead of me getting paid, I owe them. Which I guess means you owe me, right?”

“I thought my sister getting shot in the leg was perfectly enough tor you.”

“Get in the car!”

JJ paused, thinking for a moment. “As much as I would like to, I kinda got a date, so…”

“You heard him, get in the car.” The other man spoke.

“Okay. If that’s how it’s gonna be. Look, I know you’ve heard the stories. About me, my friends. A little something called the royal merchant. A pile of gold. Is that ringing any bells?”

“I heard some bullshit.”

“Well, that bullshits real.”

“Yeah?”

“And yeah, we found it.”

“Yeah, I saw. That why you got a bunch of dudes throwing your furniture in a dumpster out back your house? Thats why your sisters homeless?You’re living high off the hog, bro-“

“Yeah, yeah, yeah, you’re talking about the house that’s being foreclosed? The cover? The one to throw off the scent? Rule number one, don’t do flashy shit like pay off a mortgage when you’re cashing in.”

“Stop. Let me guess. You, uh… got the gold. It’s buried somewhere in a barn, right? And if I just let you go right now, you’ll run right there, you’ll get it, we’ll split it, right?”

“Not exactly. Actually, it’s a little sweeter than that.” JJ looked over to the other man. “May I?” He asked, going over to Mike now.

“Look, let’s just forget about the Merchant gold. That’s just the tip of the iceberg. We’re going after the main course right now. All right? We’re going after the mother lode.”

—————

“Oh, God.” Sarah mumbled when she heard a car pull up, noticing it as Toppers.

You sat down with Pope and Cleo, feeling like it was better to maybe get out the plane for a little. You’ve been sitting for hours, but it felt better when you sat outside.

“Oh God.”

Topper got out the car, walking towards Sarah.

“Hey, Sarah. What are you doing? You just seeing John B off or what?” He asked, glancing at John B who stood behind her.

Sarah paused, looking at him.

“I’m sorry I, uh… I didn’t call. I meant to call you last night.”

“Oh you meant to call me last night? Okay.” He scoffed. “No, it’s all good. I was actually asking around myself and heard your dad’s plane was here. And I was like, oh, that’s.. that’s interesting.”

Sarah looked down.

“So, are you leaving with him?”

Sarah looked back up at Topper now.

“Are you leaving with him? Yes or no, Sarah.” He spat.

She nodded slowly, he scoffed again and his face fell into a crooked smile.

“You’re just… you’re just a f… a damn liar, Sarah Cameron. You’ve always been a liar. After everything we’ve been through? This… this is what you’re gonna do to me?” He laughed. “I’m done. Okay? You literally just promise John B would go away, you’d stay here with me. I can’t keep doin this..” he rambled on.

“Hey, Top. You got a little something right here, man.” You guffawed at the man, motioning to his black eye.

“Why don’t you shut up? How about that?” He looked at you, going over to John B now. “And oh, buddy, john B. You better be glad I didn’t swing back at you at the wreck cause I think you know what would’ve happened.”

“And your lucky I didn’t shoot your ugly ass on sight!” You shouted from afar, Pope hiding his face while he laughed.

“No one was talking to you, Maybank.”

“I’m not taking the bait, Top.” John B shook his head, looking at Topper. “You’re right. You would’ve kicked my ass.”

“I, um, heard they’re remodeling the Chateau. That’s tough man, how’d that happen?”

John B stared at him in disbelief.

“Oh shit.” You mumbled.

“What did you just say?” John B asked him, Topper backing up. “No, topper what did you just say?” Sarah held John B back.

“Hey, you guys have a nice life, all right?”

“That’s what you call a kook?” Cleo asked.

“Oh yeah.”

“Big time.” You nodded.

Everyone watched as topper drove away.

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“Okay, so the office should be straight ahead. There’s a little wooden dude with a welcome sign at the door. And then, I think the lady there loved cats. Make up some bullshit story, like her cat passed away. Then, I would just wait and see where they go if they fall for it. That’s where Kiara would be.” You explained, sighing.

“Okay, thank- thank you. I’ll call you back when I’m on my way.” He hung up the phone, you sighing and putting it down.

It was getting late, hours passed and JJ was nowhere to be found.

“Has he called?” Sarah asked, they were running out of time.

You shook your head.

“Nothing.”

“We have to to go. We don’t have eight hours. And topper might’ve already called the police.”

“Okay, okay, I’ll try again.” John B said, you nodding.

“Wait. That might be JJ right there.” Cleo spoke, you guys suddenly hearing a motorcycle pull up.

“That is not JJ.” You recognized that helmet as soon as he pulled up.

“Rafe?” You asked him, furrowing your eyebrows as the tires screeched. Ward groaned behind him.

“Hey. It’s okay. You’re okay, dad. C’mon.” He mumbled to his dad, helping him off the bike, he had fallen off with a loud groan.

“It’s okay. You’re okay.” Rafe went to his side.

“Come on, help! Help!”

You were faster than the others to help him, it had been in your blood at this point. Muscle memory.

Ever since you were young, you couldn’t stand seeing people be hurt. It hurt you, you hated it. For as long as your dad could remember, you were always helping someone or something. Whether it was a hurt animal or a dying man like the one before you right now.

If it wasn’t someone you loathed or had beat in a fight before, you cared for them, tending to wounds. And as much as you didn’t like Ward, Rafe did.

He called it your mother’s trait, although you never really knew her, he saw her in you. Because luke knew that you were nothing like him.

And if you didn’t drop out, you would have loved to become a nurse or something. Something to help someone.

Despite the shooting pain in your leg from the bullet nudged in it, you pulled the helmet off of Ward and helping him up with Rafe.

“Fuck.” You muttered, helping him onto the plane.

“We gotta get him off the island right now.”

You let Rafe take over as he pulled him into the plane, through the doors and inside.

Sarah exhaled as she paced. “Shit, this cannot be happening.”

You sighed, hesitating before following Rafe and Ward inside the plane, helping sit him down onto the seats that already had your blood on it.

It was then that he took a glance at your bloody leg, wrapped in an also bloodied shirt. His focus was back on his dad when he let out a low groan.

“It’s alright dad.” He mumbled, more so to himself that anyone else. He took a glance down at his shaking hands, the blood of his father stained on them.

He looked back at you now, hands slowly finding their way to your face.

They trembled against your skin, you put your hand over his.

“Watch after him for me. Please.” He told you quietly. You nodded, and he pulled you into an embrace.

“He’s safe with me.” You nodded against his shoulder.

“Are you okay?” He asked you, looking down at your leg again.

“Got shot by some dude I owed money to. No biggie.” You shrugged it off nonchalantly, he laughed quietly and you both got off each other, just staring at each other again.

He leaned in, and your heart picked up as his lips ghosted over yours. He spoke against your lips.

“When you’re back, promise me we’ll talk?” He mumbled quietly.

“Promise.” You held out your pinky, like you would when you were together. He smiled and interlocked your pinky with his, before putting his lips on yours. When he pulled apart, he turned to his dad again.

“I gotta go. But you’re gonna be fine. You’re gonna be fine with them.” He told him again.

“He’s gonna be alright.” You told him as he began to step down the steps of the plane again.

The corners of Rafe’s mouth twisted up, nodding he walked over down to the pogues.

“We’re not done.” Pope said, putting his hand on Rafe’s shoulder. Rafe ignored it, and walked over to Sarah.

“Please take care of him.” He said, Sarah walking up the stairs to the jet. You were already tending to his wounds, wincing while you did so. They were bad.

John B turned around, going up to Rafe and putting his phone down.

“You do anything to him, anything, I swear to God I’ll find you.” Rafe spoke menacingly, quietly. It was a warning. “If anything happens to her…” he let the words linger in the air, as he heard sirens get closer.

“Wait, where’s JJ?” You asked John B, looking up from Ward, who seemed to be doing better somewhat now.

“We have to leave without them…” John B said, you furrowing your eyebrows.

“Are you serious-“ you began.

“He’ll find a way. He always does.” Pope told you.

Ward suddenly stood up, you just watching as he went over to the steps again.

“Wait, Rafe! Rafe!” Ward said, stepping out.

“Dad, hey! Get back on the plane!” Ward shouted. “They’re coming right now!”

“I gotta talk to you. Come here real quick.” He began to step down.

“Dad, you gotta- you gotta go!”

“Rafe, now!”

Rafe walked over to his dad, who held his thigh.

“Thank you.” Ward spoke, putting his hands on Rafe’s shoulder, looking into his eyes.

“Yeah, thank you.”

“Don’t thank me.” He mumbled as Ward pulled him into a hug

“Yep, yep, you’re a good boy.”

“I’m not.”

“Yes, you are. Look.” He grabbed his son’s face.

“Doesn’t matter what happens in the middle, it’s how you come out in the end. Look at me! Look at me!”

Rafe looked up at him finally.

“I know what you did, okay? I don’t care, cause you came back for me, right? You’re in control now. You’re the man. All of it is yours, everything here. It’s yours, son. You’re the man now. You proved yourself, okay? You’re the man. And I take back what I said about her.” He laughed quietly.

Rafe nodded slowly, tears in his eyes.

Ward pulled him into another hug.

“I love you, buddy.” Those words he waited all his life for.

“Oh god. All right. Come on. I got it.” He turned around, going back into the plane.

“You good?”

“Goodbye, son.” He said, giving him one last look as the door shut.

The plane began to move and the sirens got closer. Rafe stood, accepting defeat as the cops got out the car.

Rafe turned to Shoupe, hands running down his face.

“Well, shit Rafe. Looks like you got a story to tell.”

Ward sat back down across from you, you looking back at him.

“That looks bad.” You nodded to his thigh that he held, still bleeding.

“It is.”

“Uh… fuck.” You mumbled, rummaging through your bag. You pulled out a bandana, one that you had stolen a while ago as a kid.

“Can you… put your leg up?”

He did so, you kneeled down in front of him.

“This is gonna hurt like hell, so… you can do what I did and bite on a stick or something.”

You grabbed a bottle of alcohol, pouring it over the wound and putting the towel back over it.

He groaned, wincing and breathing heavily.

“Thank you.” He told you, you ignoring and it continuing to wrap it with the bandana. “Thank you.” He repeated, you nodding and standing up, going over to sit by yourself, propping your legs up and sighing.

You had fallen asleep against the window, and stirring when your new phone rung out with a notification.

“We made it out.” It read, it was JJ.

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Sight and Sound

Warnings: mentions of bad living situations and terrible parenting, child abandonment, let me know if I missed any :)

Pairings: Matt Murdock x child reader, Foggy Nelson x child reader

Request: Matt Murdock x deaf!Reader (child) ?? Not completely deaf, but has trouble hearing. I'll let you use ur imagination for this one! Hope ur not too busy :)

Request by: @popfishjr

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Summary: You couldn’t hear and Matt couldn’t see- what a duo you two made

A/N: Did I run out of ideas at the end? Yes. Is it painfully obvious? Also yes

Please don’t plagiarize my work, you may reblog if you like but I’m asking that you don’t steal my hard work

It was ironic really, that’s why Foggy jokingly called the two of you The Eyes and The Ears.

You had the best eyesight of anyone you had ever met, and Matt had the best ears of anyone he had ever met.

But this was the ironic part, you were hard of hearing and Matt was blind.

The two of you were quick to become attached at the hip when you first met, looking- and listening- out for one another in ways that the other couldn’t do for themselves.

Your first meeting was about two years ago, when you were six years old, your parents had ditched you on the streets due to your hearing problems and Matt had just so happened to stumble upon you- literally.

He had been so tired that day that he forgot to keep his senses fully open, so he wasn’t paying attention to where he was going and who was around him. You had been leaning up against the side of a building, arms wrapped around your legs to try and protect yourself from the harsh winds of the day, staring down at the pavement and unaware of the man quickly approaching.

Your head had snapped up with wide eyes as Matt tripped over your small body, catching himself on the side of the building right before he fell.

“Oh god,” As soon as he regained his balance he quickly whipped around to face you, “I’m so sorry.”

From a young age, you had been able to read lips very well, it being one of the only ways you could understand others.

You tilted your head to the side slightly, “It’s okay, Mr.” The pitch of your voice was higher than he thought necessary, but he shrugged it off.

“Are you alright?” He asked in worry, sensing how young you were and beginning to let his mind wander as to what you were doing on the ground in the middle of the street.

You squinted your eyes and leaned your head forward a little bit, “Can you repeat that, please?”

He frowned, thinking he had spoken at a normal level, but repeated himself anyway.

“Sorry, sir,” You apologized, shuffling your feet back and forth against the pavement, embarrassment rising up in your mind when you realized you had made him go out of his way just because you couldn’t hear him, “I’m hard of hearing.” You explained.

That’s when it all made sense. Not being able to realize he was coming. Your loud tone. The way you needed him to repeat himself.

“That’s alright.” He made sure to enunciate his words a little bit when he spoke up again.

Without really thinking about it, his mouth had opened and he blurted out an offer, for you to stay with him once it was evident that the reason you were on the street was because you were homeless.

At first, you had hesitated, but something told you that you could trust the man, so you agreed.

Now, two years later, the two of you were inseparable and for the first time in your life, you had a good home, a safe one, where you didn’t have to worry about the fact that you were hard of hearing, never having to be ashamed of it.

“Hey,” Matt called, flickering the lights a little bit as he entered your room in order to get your attention.

You looked up from where you were drawing at your desk with a smile to the man who had become your best friend over the years. But even more than that, he became your father.

“Want to go out for lunch?” Though he knew that you could hear him slightly and could read his lips even better, he used his hands to still sign what he was saying.

When you had first moved in with him, you had revealed that back when you had a home, a kind neighbor had taught you sign language so that you could communicate better with others around you.

Immediately, Matt had insisted that you taught him, even if he couldn’t see, he wanted to make sure that you were as comfortable and taken care of as possible.

Countless hours had been spent sitting under blankets, nestled on the couch side by side, your hands gently guiding his to teach him.

You grinned in return to his request, even though he couldn’t see it, and jumped up from your seat, letting out a small ‘whoop’ in reply.

After quickly slipping your shoes on, the two of you left the apartment, arms looping together unconsciously on instinct, leading one another with your eyes, the other with ears.

While you would let him know when to cross the road, he would be the one to make sure there were no oncoming cars.

He tapped on your arm to get your attention and stop you from walking so that you wouldn’t have to divide your attention from trying to hear him and read his lips and leading the way for the both of you, “Do you want to try that new place near the grocery store?”

You shrugged, making sure to brush your arm up against his so that he could feel the movement, “Don’t care.” You echoed back, trying to be loud above the city noises even though you knew he could hear you just fine.

He paused, thinking, before nodding his head, “Let’s go there.”

You nodded before leading the way, winding through the streets and crowds of people, arm never dropping from Matt’s.

When you finally made it, the welcoming smell of food and feel of warmth hit both of you like a train as you entered, you looking around curiously and the older man tilting his head to the side to listen.

“Well, well,” An all too familiar voice sounded from the side, “If it isn’t The Ears and The Eyes.”

Both of you perked up at the sound of your friend and you dropped Matt’s arm with a grin, “Foggy!” You cheered, rushing over to hug the man.

He gladly returned to favor with a large laugh and smile, playfully scooping you up and spinning you around while Matt smiled as he listened to the interaction.

“I didn’t know you were gonna be here, Foggy,” The man told his best friend with a smile and he shrugged.

“Figured I’d try out the new place, seems like you two had the same idea.” He placed you to the ground and quickly ruffled your hair affectionately, “Come on, I already have a table, so I suppose you two knuckleheads can join me.”

“I’m not a knucklehead!” You protested with a giggle, “He is!”

“No, you too.” Though Foggy said that, he was really winking and signing to you that it was really just Matt, to which you laughed even harder.

The brown haired man pretended not to notice that the two of you were having a secret conversation as he followed you to the table.

As he listened to the two of you interact, he couldn’t help but allow the smile that sat upon his face to grow, happier than anything that everything was going so well with you. That he had grown to love you like a daughter.

We are Groot 🤎- @lovanitu @jvdethirlwall @ineedmorefanfics2 @sambucky8 @spidyyparker @irethepotato @femalemarvelself @mukbee @its-hell @ip747 @i-writes-things @popfishjr

#platonic #platonic imagine #x reader #marvel #mcu #mcu x reader #child reader #matt murkdock x reader platonic #matt murdock #matt murdock x child reader #foggy nelson x reader #foggy nelson #foggy nelson x child reader #daredevil x reader #daredevil #daredevil x child reader

[jemilyjam]

currently rewatching riverdale bc my 2 year long middle school purgatory pulled me back in Violently and my god do i despise jughead jones. when i was 12-14 i adored him and the ship between him and betty but he’s just so. EW. the jokes he makes, the way he talks, his stupid little american girl doll teeth. and like yes, part of this is because of my undying hatred for c*le sprouse, but like back when i was watching originally i hated him and loved jughead, so now i think it’s just me maturing and realizing he’s terrible. and the annoying thing is, HE HAS POTENTIAL. his season one character could’ve been cool if his personality wasn’t that of a bacteria infested dishrag. his shit with his dad? him wanting to get his mom and sister home? him being homeless? HE COULD’VE BEEN SUCH A COOL CHARACTER. it’s just him and his weird, pretentious ass way of interacting with people that ruins all of that. i don’t know how betty put up with him for so long, but i’m personally tired of their relationship after 3 episodes of them being together so… idk… where’s archie come save your girl

#jughead jones #riverdale #betty cooper #barchie #rant #text post #i hate jughead jones #hater

[princess-of-the-corner]

Amnesia!Dabi

Once again, the ask has forsaken me- (Edit:and then this got away from me, holy shit-)

so like, the “half-baked plan to leave”-

Dabi, by this point, has spent - god, I don’t know how old he is - let’s say sixish years? essentially homeless, mostly without memory, and hiding as best he can from the law. And like, yeah, he wants to know who the hell he is, but he’s out of options, and by the time he joins the LoV … I won’t say he’s given up, but he’s getting real damn tired of not knowing things. It’s not like he’s investigated all of Japan, but he’s starting to wonder if that’s even where he’s from. Or even if maybe he should stop looking so hard, find somewhere he can hunker down, maybe see a therapist? Someone who could help him unravel all the blankness in his head, anyway. But, like, it’s not a concrete PLAN, so much as a thought experiment, at this point.

then he joins the LoV, meets Himiko, and goes “oh. huh. maybe this won’t be so bad?” Like, he’s under no illusions that these are the bad guys, but like. He’s remembered more bits and pieces hanging out with Himiko than literally anything else he’s ever tried. I doubt he’d trust the league as a whole with his memory loss, but if he says “yeah, I’m trying to track down someone, it’s sort of important and means a lot to me”, I imagine they’d all be pretty on board? Like, the League are all fairly nice people, really, so it’s going ok. Yeah, there are a few things that make him a bit uncomfortable, and he’s quickly becoming protective of Himiko (and worried, is she supposed to have random fevers?) but Dabi’s thinking maybe they CAN help him figure this out.

But he also isn’t a moron. He knows this kind of group could easily screw him over, so now he’s seriously considering back-up plans. Even if the group DOES screw him over, he’s met a few people now, made some of his own connections. He could pretty easily get papers to get himself out of country if he needs to. He’s also making plans to find a hospital or something to take Himiko to, because she’s starting to seriously worry him. I’m basing this mostly on myself, honestly - I have a pretty severe Iron deficiency - and before we figured out that was the problem, I would have dizzy spells, migraines, nausea with no explanation, my immune system wasn’t great so I’d keep getting sick, etc, So this is what’s happening to Himiko. And like, the rest of the League isn’t indifferent to Himiko clearly being sick, but as far as they know, this might be normal for her. Dabi’s the one really getting worried and starting to look at treatment. But this is still mostly theoretical. He doesn’t have a solid plan.

But then- then we have the Forest Training Camp, and Kidnapping Katsuki. And that’s our first big stumbling block, cause like. Dabi is not okay with hurting kids. Not at all. In any way, shape, or form. He’s taking solace in the fact that this isn’t, like, the goal - they’re just here to recruit, right? Only, wow, so many kids ALMOST DIE, this is NOT OKAY. Honestly, he might have dipped during the fight itself , except then he sees Shouto, and “Surprise!” he’s remembering baby Shouto, “Just one more, T****-n**!”, wait, what, who? What was that??? The whole thing makes him seriously disoriented and it’s all he can do to make it back to the hideout without passing out. Which, ya know, he does the moment he has a flat, safe surface on which to do so.

So he wakes up, all confused - he knows the Peppermint kid? Maybe? - and he’s thinking of a plan, walks out into the main room … and sees Katsuki chained up. And muzzled.

Oh. Hell. No.

Yeah, fuck that, fuck this, Dabi does not want to be a part of whatever bullshit this is. He’s honestly preparing to set the place on fire, when All Might shows up, everything quickly goes to shit, and we probably have some awesome back-to-back dueling going on, as Dabi tries to keep Himiko and Katsuki out of the line of fire.

Now, the moment Katsuki gets rescued, Dabi is grabbing Himiko and bolting. He might cover their retreat, might create some theatrical distraction, but then he is LEAVING. He is NOT sticking around to watch All Might punch the thousand year old man. And he does get away, but now-

Well, I would imagine during the fight, Himiko got hurt. And maybe if she was completely healthy, it wouldn’t matter so much, but Himiko (as we have stated, but I feel the need to reiterate) has spent twelve years being STARVED. So she’s hurt, probably already sick, and not doing too great. Dabi is, at this point, a wanted criminal. He doesn’t have a lot of money, he just betrayed what allies he had, and watched the boss of those guys throw down with the best hero ever born. He has NOTHING to work with.

Except …

He remembers Shouto. He remembers Shouto as a kid, a little kid, a memory that’s clearer than any he has. Shouto goes to U.A., where they have Recovery Girl, and are pretty outspoken about Quirk Discrimination and how they won’t tolerate it. One of their teachers even has a blood based Quirk. Yes, Dabi participated in helping kidnap one of their students, but he also helped that student then escape. If it was just his memory, or just Himiko being sick and hurt, Dabi might not have done it. He might have figured something else out. Laid low, or found an underground hospital.

But together?

Yeah, he’s taking that risk.

-

YEAH ITS

so re: the Timeline if we’re going with the Chaos Children timeline where he ‘died’ at 19 and he’s 23 when 1-A’s first year starts so it’s closer to just the three years depending on how long he was in coma-town(in CC it’s still a bit so he hasn’t been ‘awake’ for /too/ long, enough to get some bearings and to be manipulated, but in this AU we could have the coma being really short which is part of why he escapes.)

But even so the three years is enough for him to start looking into things and being incredibly frustrated.

Actually using the CC timeline might make things worse because it’s harder for him to figure out how old he is as he’s already a grown adult. Like still a young adult obvs he has some maturing to do still, but in terms of physicality he’s pretty indistinguishable and any other features that would be used to guess his age are obscured by the burns.

I think the rest of the League would notice and care about Himiko’s health, but it’s. None of them trust AfO’s doctor because the fucker’s playing frankenstein and taking her to a /real/ doctor would result in her (and whoever is escorting her) getting arrested. Like yeah she can shapeshift and disguise herself doctors /really/ need to know your real self to get a diagnosis and to prescribe meds so she can’t really just walk in as a rando even with fake paperwork.

So they try to help her as best they can with things they can get at a pharmacy(either over the counter meds or stuff they rob from behind the counter when the otc stuff doesn’t work). And Himiko kinda waving them off because she’s ‘always like this’ and ‘just needs to manage herself better’ doesn’t help. Because they don’t know the cause is because of her Quirk and being starved for 12 years, and even though she’s getting a decent supply of blood now (sometimes from them letting her have a bite of them, sometimes through whoever is the target of the day), it’s not enough to really make up for the years of neglect. But again: they don’t entirely know all of these details so when she says she’s used to feeling bad like that, they start to assume some kind of like chronic illness type of thing that yes she genuinely needs a doctor for.

But again that loops back to the above issue of getting her to a doctor without being thrown in jail. Doubly so because they doubt she’d really get proper treatment in jail either. 

I think the thing that keeps Dabi from taking Himiko and jumping ship earlier is mostly just Himiko herself. Because she doesn’t want to risk it and it’s pretty impossible to force her. And even on the days when she does feel awful enough to debate risking trying to go to a doctor, Himiko still hesitates because she’s grown friendly with the other LoV members and this might endanger them but also she’d never be able to see them again.

And then yeah the kidnapping thing happens and it’s. It’s a final push but even then Dabi might’ve hesitated more if Himiko hadn’t been hurt. And while he could patch her up on his own both of them REALLY need an actual doctor. so he takes the risk.

Himiko is probably mad at him for a while. Sure, she understands, so she’s not too mad and she’s not going to stay mad at him forever. But she’s at least gonna cry about it for a while.

#submission #amnesia!dabi

[wellthebardsdead]

Flynt: gods I’m only 50 and I nap like I’m 800.

Taliesin: Well we’re constantly on the move, being tired from so much travel is normal.

Flynt: I am tired now and I will be tired later. I used to be the fastest and best swordsman in the imperial army! I would spend weeks with no concept of day or night begging for food and fighting other homeless people for bread and rats. Now all I do is eat and nap. What kind of a life is that?

Kaidan: *looks up from his book* a damned good one if you ask me. *goes back to reading*

#flynt dragonborn #bosmer dragonborn #Kaidan skyrim #skyrim taliesin #skyrim

[wangxianficfinder]

I'm in the mood for...

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1. Hi! Are there any fics where lqr is a good uncle to lwj? I don’t just mean those with the tag, but maybe something where he takes care of lwj or comforts or supports him in adulthood (cause when lwj is shown with a support system it’s usually primarily lxc, so I’m wondering if there’s anything with lqr)? Thanks!

When You Finally Find Your Family Series by Eleanor_Fenyx (T, 56k, WIP, WangXian, descriptions of canon events, Fix-It, Autistic coded LWJ, Canon-adjacent, Canon Divergence, Homeless WWX, Angst with a Happy Ending, WWX is a Lan) particularly the second fic which is a WIP.

For the last in the mood for, asking for good uncle lqr, I would like to recommend Iamnotawriter, they have really good stories that include lqr being nice to his nephews and wwx

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2.  HI for the next ITMF can you recommend any time travel fics where YL!WWX gets put in post canon WWX’s place?? Fluffy if possible but any will do thanks!

ghost out on the water by twigofwillow (T, 14k, WangXian, Memory Loss, Curses, Angst with a Happy Ending, No One Is Having a Great Time, surprisingly helpful LQR, Best Boy Sizhui, Post-Canon) this is less time travel than a curse with memory loss (and sorry it’s not fluffy) but its an interesting take on what would happen if yllz!wifi suddenly took mxy!wifi’s place in wangxian’s married life

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3.  for the next itmf, is there any time travel fics where any of the futures charas get to interact w/ their past counterparts and find them cringe? kind of like the vibe of Travel Back Down That Road by iSwallowMy_converse . thank u very much for ur hard work mods :D

From the Future for the Past by friedchickenlord (G, 27k, WangXian, Canon Divergence, Time Travel Fix-It, First Love, Love Confessions, Fluff and Humor, accidental time travel due to one husband malfunctioning array, teen wangxian meet adult wangxian, Happy Ending)

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4. hi slightly nsfw ask lol but do you have any fics where lwj is like a sex god - like where he is just really good at sex and has a reputation as such. there is one pride and prejudice themed one that i’m thinking of but other ones like that are just lwj being known for being really good at sex lol. also only with wangxian pls and toplwj !! thank you <3

(our friendship) up against the ropes by daltoneering (E, 36k, WangXian, Modern AU, Friends to Lovers, Getting Together, lan zhan FUCKS, Fluff and Smut, Experienced LWJ, Oblivious WWX, Mutual Pining, Friends With Benefits, Pining while fucking, Oral Sex, Anal Sex, Masturbation, Spit Kink, Dirty Talk, Light Bondage, Praise Kink, Dom/sub Undertones, Kink Negotiation, Pride and Prejudice 2005 (dir. Joe Wright), mentions of Wei Ying/others and Lan Zhan/others)

Rule Number One: Never get attached. by KizuKatana (E, 130k, WangXian, Modern AU, A/B/O, Light Angst, Crime Boss LWJ, Rogue criminal genius WWX)

the earthquake in the room by phnelt (E, 39k, WangXian, College/University, Modern: No Powers, Canada, Getting Together, Mentions of lwj/others, inter-faculty romance, strangers to lovers to frenemies to lovers, mostly book characterisation)

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5. Do you know any fics where wei ying leave the cuitvatuon world because of how his treated. Like he gets tired of it.

Away from Trouble by Ilona22 (M, 15k, WangXian, Not Jiāng Chéng Friendly, WangXian Get a Happy Ending)

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6. hiii!! for iitmf i was wondering if anyone has any recs for fics where wwx has an eating disorder? thank youuuuuu @camppureblood​

a kind of emptiness by ScarlettStorm (E, 11k, WangXian, Post-Canon, Established Relationship, Eating Disorders, Eating Disorder Not Otherwise Specified, Eating Disorder Recovery, tricking your brain into better habits, bad choices, followed by good choices, low angst, Happy Ending, Tender smut, Frottage, Praise Kink, Additional Warnings In Author’s Note)

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7. Are there any fanfics where wei ying leaves because he can't put up being treated the way he is. @chloecov4506

The Debts of a Child series by Hauntcats (M, 115k, jiangs & WWX, wangxian, canon divergence, not jiang friendly, angst w/ happy ending)

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8. For the next itmf… is there a re-telling of the story from jin ling’s pov as a children’s book protagonist? Have a great week!

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9. In the mood for a fanfic where wwx makes lwj laugh or smile for the first time and people are in shock or just whipped, overall just want some smiley lwj, preferably during cloud recesses arc?

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10. Hi! For the Next im in the mood for, do you know if there are fics where Jiang Yanli and Jin Zixuan survive and the Jins have them imprisoned so they can have a reason to attack Wei Ying? Thank youuuuu

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11. hello ❤️ for itmf, are there any fics where Jiang Yanli somehow leverages her Jin marriage into a position of power to help her brothers, instead of the other way around where she was practically jgs' bargaining chip to keep both jc and wwx in check? thank!!!

Aftermath by KouriArashi (T, 57k, JYL/JZX, wangxian, everybody lives (except JGS) au, romance, developing relationship, family, attempted sexual assault, processing trauma)

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12. Hello! Thank you for all your hard work! For the next iitmf fic i'm in the mood for a modern au where wwx is someone who works with guns, be it a sniper or anything else, no thoughts, just shooter!wwx.

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13. I'm in the mood for SMUT, but not just any smut, I'd like any fic where lwj fucks a core back into wwx. Those ones are always fun 👌 Love you all! ❤️

Always Light My Way by cqlorphan (E, 27k, wangxian, post-canon, getting together, friends w/ benefits to lovers, jealous WWX, misunderstanding, pining while fucking, switch wangxian, bottom LWJ, smut, dual cultivation, archer WWX, smart WWX, oblivious LWJ, angst w/ happy ending)

in defense of lightning by fruitys (E, 15k, WangXian, Canon Divergence, Burial Mounds Settlement Days, Hurt/Comfort, Light Angst, Golden Core Reveal, Getting Together, First Time, Dual Cultivation)

mercy, tear it down. by orange_crushed (E, 31k, WangXian, Canon Divergence, Burial Mounds Settlement Days, Dual Cultivation, Light BDSM, In Which Wangxian Fumble Towards An Understanding of D/S Dynamics, Porn with Feelings, Recovery, Angst with a Happy Ending, Wangxian-Typical CNC Play, Aftercare, Slight Feminization (ie Wei Ying Keeps Saying ‘Wife’), True Love, Past LWJ/Other)

i had to abandon myself (you took all of me) by justdoityoufucker (E, 27k, WIP, WangXian, Canon Divergence, Burial Mounds Settlement Days, Novel Characterizations, Philosophy, Illnesses, Chronic Pain, Cultivation Sect Politics, Dual Cultivation, LWJ fucks a core into WWX, On Hiatus)

24 Hours by tailor31415 (E, 5k, WangXian, post-novel, PWP, But there’s a little plot, Bondage, Prostate Milking, Dual Cultivation) LWJ fucks a golden core into WWX in a lengthy and elaborate ritual (and, as a good Dom and Shixiong, sees that he’s fed, relaxed, and hydrated, and spots him throughout for both sub drop and qi deviation.

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14. hello! ive just read Twelve Moons and a Fortnight by stiltonbasket and i am absolutely fascinated about the idea of yunmeng jiang sect leader wwx. most fics ive read with sect leader wwx, he has his own sect. so im wondering if there are other fics where wwx is sect leader jiang. thanks for all your hard work!

The River Runs Forever by Cerusee (T, 136k, wangxian, JYL & WWX & JC, NHS/JYL, WWX & NHS, character death, BAMF WWX, inventor WWX, sect leader WWX, WIP)

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15. Just read golden as they come (but he's bleeding out) and would love anything similar for an ITMF! Or just any v angst golden core/trauma reveals! Thank you!!

Drowning in the Sun by Zelos (T, 8k, JC & WWX, WangXian, Canon Divergence, Golden Core Transfer, Brotherly Love, Sunshot Campaign, Family Dynamics, Grief/Mourning, Angst, Twin Prides of Yúnmèng Feels, Twin Prides of Yúnmèng Dynamics, [Podfic] Drowning in the Sun by flamingwell)

Listen to the Ocean (Hear it Break) by TheQueen (T, 3k, ChengQing, JC & WWX, WQ & WN, Canon Divergence, Golden Core Reveal, Character Study, Unreliable Narrator, Angst, Hurt No Comfort, Angry Grape Boy hurts everyone around him and himself, Twin Prides of Yúnmèng Feels, Family Dynamics) close, very angsty moments right *after* a golden core reveal

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16. Do you have any ATLA crossovers because I can’t find any unfortunately

Avatar: The Untamed Waterbender by KouriArashi (T, 181k, wangxian, JC/WQ, JC & WWX & JYL, Avatar fusion, action/adventure, families of choice, light angst, developing relationship, hurt/comfort, pining)

this world (what I make of it) by glitteringmoonlight (T, 22k, WIP, LSZ & WWX, WangXian, Avatar & Benders Setting, Avatar (TV) Fusion, Avatar LSZ, Light Angst, aftermath of a war, wangxian occurs but through lsz's pov, and only after a while, Teacher WWX)

as of 3:19 AM EST on 11/22/2022, the tag Alternate Universe - Avatar & Benders Setting yields 22 works for Mo Dao Zu Shi and 20 for The Untamed (TV), mostly overlapping.

Sparks by Anonymous (G, 679, XiCheng, Fluff, Getting Together, Inspired by Avatar: The Last Airbender, Crossover, Love Confessions) Firebender! JC (mixed-race Water Tribe shidi to Avatar! WWX) training under Air Nomad! LXC

Book One: Water by Dont_do_sadness (M, 43k, WIP, WangXian, Avatar & Benders Setting, Fusion, LWJ is the avatar, JC is So Done and very sassy, Found Family Dynamics, chosen family, Friendship, Slow Burn, Genderfluid NHS, NHS is a Kyoshi Warrior, Protective WQ) Air Avatar LWJ; Southern Water Tribe Jiangs; Earth Kingdom Nies; Fire Nation Jin Sect and Northern Water Tribe Wen Sect for a change

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17. I would love some fic recs where both Jades are autistic and not just Wangji! Thank you!! 💜 @the-vaguely-shifting-void

Falling Headlong by floraidh (T, 35k, wangxian, modern, college/university au, skater au, first meetings, first kiss, getting together, autistic LWJ, drunkji) both jades are autistic, but the focus is on lan zhan.

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If you didn’t get an answer to your ask here, don’t forget to make use of @mdzs-kinkmeme and MDZS KINK MEME on Dreamwidth. Authors actually do use them for ideas. You may get what  you order!***Your prompt doesn’t have to be kink! Fluff, crack,  whatever - it’s all good!***

#wangxian #mdzs #wangxian fic recs #i'm in the mood for a fic #the untamed #wangxian fic search #wangxianficfinder #long post

[emile-hides]

So I’m like almost done with Season 7 and got super impatient with whatever is happening with these damn Dragons so I looked up the official Fairy Tail timeline and. My god.

Learning that 1. Natsu is the oldest by a lot in canon and 2. if all had gone okay Erza would have been younger than Wendy really put my brain into some Dummy Mode so here we are.

I’m calling this the Childhood Friend’s AU and putting info under the cut

So I changed like a lot of things I wanted to mess with canon ages, so I needed t visit the timeline eventually anyway. Here’s about how it goes: 

The dragon slayers, after traveling through time, stay together, now with a new born and newly abandoned baby Erza. They still don’t remember what really happened to their parents, and are still looking for them, but now together and with a baby, which makes travel difficult.

Natsu, as the oldest, is doing his best to look out for everyone, as Igneel told him to. He finds hiding spots for them, hunts for and cooks the food, keeps everyone training with their magic, and cares for Erza to the best of his abilities.

But he’s still Natsu.

After getting chased out of yet ANOTHER town for damages, theft, and noise complaints, the Dragon kids find themselves hiding in the yard of the Heartfilia family, where they’re eventually found by Lucy.

If Lucy’s mom was still around she’d probably tell her parents right away about the beat up, tired, hungry homeless kids she found in the garden, but sense it’s just her, her dad, and the staff in the mansion, she decides against it, opting instead to summon Aquarius and ask her advice.

She does eventually end up telling the staff, just because it gets hard for her to sneak enough food out for all of them without Someone taking notice.

The dragon slayers are raised pretty much in secret around the mansion by the Staff and Aquarius, who passes through the gate with her own magic to take care of Erza when a handful of toddlers can’t, which is often.

That’s... about all I’ve thought about. Little bonus thoughts

I aged Natsu and Gajeel down quiet a bit, sense they’re approximately 12 when they get yeeted into the future in canon. I believe Sting and Rouge are Wendy aged though.

Metalicana uses She/Her and is Gajeel’s mom.

Weisslogia and Skiadrum are Dragon Married and raised Rouge and Sting together. They also didn’t twist their kids memories to make them think they killed them because Jesus Christ guys What The Fuck.

Rouge is Transgender and is still a little girl when thrown forward in time, he starts to transition in his teens

Wendy is very protective over Gajeel, same way Sting is protective over Rouge. She’s also usually the one to comfort him. When they get older Gajeel finds the whole ordeal really embarrassing.

Everyone dotes on Erza and as she gets older she gets rather embarrassed by it

Rouge outgrew Sting when they turned 6 and started slouching because he found a lot of comfort in being the same height as his brother. When they finally stop growing they’re on complete opposites of the height scale with Rouge being the tallest in the group and Sting being the shortest.

Also in this AU, Ultear gets to go home

She’s an incredibly short 12 years old due to all the experiments, compared to Grey who’s 8 and Lyon who’s 9. And Ur doesn’t die. Grey still has a lot of trauma around Deliora but he’s the youngest child now he doesn’t have the energy to go fight god. And Ultear would beat him upside the head for trying. Get your ass back in here you are Eight you are not fighting a mega demon on your own.

#Emile's Arts #Fairy Tail #Fairy Tail AU #Childhood Friends AU #There that's fine that'll make this post easy to find again #I was looking up Baby Refs for this and found a single image of baby Gajeel still with piercings in his face #And decided to replace that instantly with spikes jelwery #Which don't get it twisted isn't edgy it's the equivalent of candy jewelry to him #Crybaby Gajeel is my everything he is sad he misses him mommy he cries most every day about it and needs to be comforted by a 5 year old #I learned Erza in an everything is fine AU would be the youngest of the main cast and I had to do something with that #Baby Erza baby Erza #Everyone doing their Dragon Roars and she's plopped at the end of the line and goes 'Rawr' and everyone pretends to get hit and falls over #Big Brother Natsu I'm sorry I'm obsessed with how Natsu interacts with children in canon

[klonoadreams]

So more on Scarnoa, because I’m on a fucking brainrot and the like, so like...for this upcoming story, since I combined everything, Arven actually has Miraidon and Koraidon here, but Miraidon effectively went to Nemona, since she was champion-ranked. And Arven was fine with that.

But more into it, is that Miraidon is the least traumatized and injured of the two between them and Koraidon, who acts more on instinct instead of logic and calculations. It was also Miraidon who got Koraidon and GTFO’d out of Area Zero when that territorial struggle between the aggressive Miraidon and Koraidon went SOUTH and...YEAH.

Anyways, Arven has to keep an eye on Koraidon because Nemona can’t handle EVERYTHING. But also, by this point, he doesnt really have much of a choice. Not that he pays Koraidon much attention since they do whatever it is that they want to do.

Koraidon just keeps going in and out of the school, sometimes steals food from the cafeteria. Literally finds each and every Pokemon Doll and plays with them until the stuffing comes out. Arven just looks the other way, and the school faculty really can't do much since they have too much to deal with, since they're so fucking new after the previous faculty all resigned. Team Star isn't helping either, so...oop.

Eventually, you got Koraidon just digging out a fucking den on/near (haven't decided just yet) school campus. And then gets semi territorial/protective about it. Hisses constantly at Miraidon when they get close.

Jacq lost some Pokemon Dolls he had in stock because he was being careless and forgot that Koraidon likes to steal that stuff, so he;s just outside their den with a sandwich like "please, I need one back - at least until my shipment comes in a few days. Please, Tyme is gonna get so maaaad..."

Manages to sneak in and oop, there's this weird homeless kid sleeping on a nest of Pokemon Doll stuffing and some stolen school uniforms (TYME WILL BE SO MAD). Kid is waaay too out of it to really respond and Jacq just gets dragged out of the den by Koraidon, so oop.

Anyways this Academy CANNOT get a break and Clavell and the others effectively are like "what do."

stuff happens (in which many a wacky shenanigans to get Scarnoa out of the den occurs), and the end result is Arven is entrusted with Scarnoa (since it’s HIS Koraidon that found her) when they manage to drag her out of the den and have school nurse Mimi look her over, so he has to keep an eye on her until she effectively “wakes up”, with Nemona coming in every so often and Mimi handling stuff like bathing and the like, while Koraidon often drags her back into the den

You also get this particular situation

It’s a god damn mess lmaoo. Clavell is losing his shit, Jacq is the only one with a possible theory that they have an Ultra Wormhole situation on their hands because what else could it be? Tyme and the others looking for any sign of a missing kid and/or signs of her existence because as far as they know, she’s not anyone they recognize and it’s just vhwlkvjfelkbvrfb

Trying to get everything under control before Geeta shows up for an inspection. She was busy, so no one wanted to call her up (more than that, HOW are they gonna explain it? This is an international news disaster waiting to happen ffs)

Eventually, Scarnoa wakes up and thankfully, she speaks their language, if rather messily. Scares the shit out of Jacq when she goes off on him for wearing sandals in the lab. Silvio (forgot the Language Teacher’s English name since I played in Spanish but also Silvio fits great) is definitely the one who can pick up that her dialect is foreign to Paldea.

Arven is just happy that he doesn’t have to play caretaker because he’s lowkey tired of having to stop Scarnoa from eating stuff that Koraidon brings her, like berries they just carried in their mouth LIKE “AT LEAST WASH THEM FIRST BEFORE YOU PUT THAT SHIT IN YOUR MOUTH”

Nemona is just happy to have a potential rival, since the eventual outcome is that Clavell is going to enroll Scarnoa into the school, at Geeta’s discretion. And with that, you get Scarnoa going after Quaxly and Nemona picking Fuecoco.

Clavell was gonna keep Sprigatito, but uhh... “what happened to the little rascal?”

The cat chose its owner, and it chose Scarnoa. And Koraidon isn’t helping, the way it just takes Sprigatito along in its mouth. RIP.

Anyways that’s just the beginning. We got a WHOLE fucking mess ahead of us, especially with Team Star and Arven’s good, good boy getting healed.

#pokemon scarlet and violet spoilers #pokemon scarlet and violet #arven #nemona #scarnoa (oc) #no manches (fanfic) #feel free to ask me about scarnoa #i'm on a fucking massive brainrot #i'm dragging others into it as we figure out everything #just more context for everyone to pick up on because owo

[anonymousfiction211]

You just have to believe: 14

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A/N: Sorry for being a bit inactive at the moment. I struggle sometimes with my energy and still haven't found a good way to balance everything going on in my life at the moment. Hope you enjoy :)

14. Back to normal The next days they forgot all about Rachel snooping around in his office. Loki went back to the gentlemen he pretended to be. He knew the type of guy she liked, and he sure was putting on a good show, he might actually believe he could be like that for real. Still, he had other plans to worry about.

Loki disappeared a lot, and Rachel didn’t know quite where he went every time. Still, she knew better by now to question it. A god was actually into her and the only thing she did was see red flags and mistrust him. She really tried to ignore the red flags that she had created for herself. She figured since he wasn’t portrayed as a ‘nice guy’ in the Norse Mythology and he is the God of Mischief, she subconsciously would think the worst of him.

Rachel and Kate went shopping again. She was getting used to having this kind of luxury in her life, and if felt like ages ago that she was homeless and barely surviving on the streets. This time she actually got something for Kate too, figuring Loki really wouldn’t mind. A green necklace that made her green eyes pop. It suited her perfectly. When they got back, Rachel put on a movie in the living room and made herself some popcorn. Little did she know, that the guy she was in love with, was just in a room below her.

Loki was in his office in the basement. It was just a room, and it would be really easy to spot an access. Had he not put a spell on it that made people not want to look at it, make them forget the door was even there, like it was a monster they couldn’t look into the eye. Since Rachel was the only one that was actually forming a threat to his scheme, it did the trick.

He always came here to work on his actual plan, but for that plan to start working, he needed to win this stupid campaign. And at the moment it wasn’t going as well as he hoped. He hoped to be ahead with a landslide, but he was actually second in the poles. The difference was very close, still it wasn’t good enough for Loki. He wanted to secure his victory, he needed to win this. I’m not going back in chains he thought to himself. He couldn’t, for him it was life or death.

The problem he faced most is that his opponent was playing the ‘he is not human, he is not from earth, he is not like us’- card. A trick that had worked a long time with different human races, so Loki wasn’t surprised that it worked for Gods who aren’t from this planet. Little do they know how much I actually influenced their history, he thought through gritted teeth.

He needed a plan, something grand, something that would secure his win. He needed to be seen like he was like them, Midgardians. That he had their best interest in mind, which actually wasn’t a complete lie. He thought long and hard about it, and he knew what the grand gesture had to be. He needed to marry, he couldn’t get any closer to being a ‘normal guy’ than being married to an American wife.

He didn’t want to marry Rachel this soon, but he thought it didn’t matter. They would end up marrying sooner than later. Still, if he asked her he wasn’t convinced that she would say yes. So, he had to make sure she would say yes. He wanted to do it the honest way, that would make their honeymoon time a lot easier. But if not, he had other means.

By the time he got back up he saw that Rachel had fallen asleep while watching her movie. He watched her for a moment, he hated how it warmed his hard to see her so peaceful. He was tired from a long day’s work and did something he rarely did. With everyone gone, he let down his guard for once. Taking a deep breath, replaying the events in his head, and opening his eyes to see her still laying peaceful on the couch. He walked towards her and scooper her up in his arms, bringing her to their bed. She woke halfway through the journey to the bedroom, smiling sleepily at him and putting her heard against his chest.

He laid her down on the bed. He couldn’t help it, he kissed her. Softly, on her lips. She started to move her lips with his. When he wanted to stop, to let her sleep, she didn’t pull away. She actually grabbed his neck and started to kiss him quicker. He wasn’t strong enough to pull away at this time. He needed this. He needed her. Still, he needed to be sure that she was on the same page as him.

‘Rachel, if you don’t stop now, I won’t be able to’ he whispered in her ear, resisting the urge to bite her earlobe and drag his tongue against the sensitive part of her neck. Hoping to feel her shiver underneath him.

‘Make me yours’ Rachel whispered back, hoping it might take away her doubts about the relationship. Not sure how to define that relationship.

‘You are already mine’ he grabbed her wrists and pinned them above her head. He kissed her deeply and let completely go of the little resistance he had at first. Little did she know how much she was already his, and how quickly that would be permanent.

@benaddictcumberbatch @joyful-enchantress @harlequin-hangout @eleniblue @misunderstoodself @lokisgoodgirl @noideakitten

Story taglist: @assemblingavenger

#loki of asgard #loki fanfic #marvel loki #loki odinson #loki #loki fluff #loki fiction #loki fic #loki fanfiction #loki x ofc #loki x reader #loki mcu #loki marvel #loki series #loki story #loki for president #president loki #loki god of lies #loki god of mischief #loki laufeyson

[cobiehaven]

Merry Good Ending — Ju Haknyeon

SYNOPSIS; to get away from your abusive families, you and haknyeon would do anything. and you mean anything. but only if you do it together.

PAIRING; haknyeon x reader

GENRE; fluff, angst, tw

WORD COUNT; 1.3k

TAGS/WARNINGS; best friends to lovers, run away au, homeless au, struggling au, abuse, blood, sexism, mention of self-harm

AUTHORS NOTE; i have no words for how i wanted to end this.

“haknyeon, what are we going to do…” you sobbed into his arms as he held you right, his own eyes welling up with the same salty tears that he had been holding back since he saw you. “i don’t know, y/n..” he nearly whimpered as he lowered his head into your shoulder, the same way you had done to him.

the both of you currently sat together on the hard and cold floor of your room. the carpet burning your bruised knees as you dig them into the floor, doing whatever you can to push yourself further against haknyeon. you couldn’t be without him right now. he was the only one you had. the only one you felt like you had.

“i just want all of this to be over,” you choked on sobs, his hold on you only growing tighter. “i know, y/n but we can’t magically change your parents relationship,” he said softly.

you knew exactly what he meant yet you couldn’t stop yourself from crying even more.

as you stained his shirt with your tears, you were too busy sobbing to hear the footsteps of your father stomping up the stairs, his strong arms nearly breaking your door handle when he barged into your room. “y/n! what is this boy doing here?! i thought i made it clear that he was never to come back here again!” your father said in a tipsy state. you shivered when his voice raised, haknyeon taking your place in the argument, raising himself to his feet. “i’m sorry, sir but i was just trying to comfort-“ he was cut off when the man before you both raised his arm and swung it right down on your best friend.

it was silent for a small amount of time as the both of you had to take in what exactly just happened.

it was then that you felt your heart sink down into your stomach. drops of blood pasted onto your skin while you sat below your friend, his head dripping with red containments all the way down his face. “o-oh my god, haknyeon-“ you gasped as you moved quickly to help catch his weak body. he was bleeding, not horribly, but you couldn’t stop the boiling anger bubbling in your system at what such a relative could have done to someone so important to you. “dad!” you screamed, your eyes focusing on the broken shards of a very thin glass cup.

it was more than likely filled with alcohol before being emptied.

“how could you?! call an ambulance!” you told him but your father couldn’t bother to listen. his lips babbling about how he made specific orders and that as the woman, you should follow him.

you watched as he walked out, saying something about doing something with your friend before he didn’t something himself. that was probably the only rule you were going to be obeying from your drunken father from now on as you quite literally hoisted haknyeon up onto your back, thankfully he was light enough for you to handle. “y/n.. i can walk on my own,” he slumped over you. “it’s just until i can find help.” he didn’t say much as you walked out of the house and down a couple of blocks. finding that help wasn’t hard as someone eventually drove by and kindly drove you two to the hospital. haknyeon ended up being okay, there was nothing broken or fractured thankfully, just a few cuts that has caused the bleeding you were horribly freaking out about. he ended up walking out the same night with taped patches to his head. of course you made some stupid joke about them to try and lighten the mood but he wasn’t having it.

“y/n, i’m tired.”

“then let’s go to sleep.”

“where? where are we going to sleep? my parents wake up to any and every sound they hear and i just got out of the hospital because of your abusive parents!”

you didn’t know what to say. it wasn’t like you knew this was going to happen. if you did, he knew you would have done anything to stop it.

he sighed, “sorry, i didn’t mean for it to come out that way.” you shook your head, “it’s okay, i know what you meant.”

you both stayed silent for a bit as you helped him take a seat on the nearest bench, him mumbling something along the lines of being fine and that he only had a minor headache. “the streets are always an option,” he shrugged.

“we can’t sleep on the streets!”

“what’s wrong with that?”

“what i mean is that we can’t just abandon our homes.”

he looked away, muttering under his breath, “i wouldn’t call that place my home…”

you frowned, trailing your gaze down to the various never-ending lines that stared from his bends and ended at his wrists. they hurt you every time you looked at them. you couldn’t imagine the pain anyone would go through to feel like that was their only way out.

although, sometimes you felt like you had an idea.

you knew how he felt about his family, the feeling was the same with yours. and to be honest, it wasn’t just your home lives that bothered you. it was everything else too. sometimes, you wished you could just… run away.

“haknyeon,” you sat beside him. “hm?” he hummed, not bothering to crank his head towards you as he was still busy with his own intruding thoughts. you’d be lying if you said that either of you weren’t sensitive when it came to a lot of things.

“i change my mind.”

“change your mind about what?”

“sleeping outside.”

“wait what?”

now was when he finally turned his head towards you. “you’re being for real?” it didn’t look like you were joking yet you nodded your head anyways. “but what about-“ you quickly shushed him, not wanting his words to make you suddenly change your mind. “i don’t want to think about anything else. i just want to get away from this place. go so far that i don’t ever want to have to think about it! but i don’t want to go anywhere without you.” he was in awe, the both of you staring into each others eyes as it felt like the two of you were the only ones in the world to have shared such a loving moment like this. “you mean that?” he asked for reassurance, one of which you happily gave to him.

since your final decision of running away together, things have been quite interesting. both of your parents didn’t bother looking for you and you weren’t surprised when haknyeon’s didn’t either, in fact, the police didn’t even come to look for you both until your best friend had no choice but to steal a share of food for the both of you. he almost got away with it if it weren’t for a random customer going off and telling some employee for his antics.

something about him being a homeless piece of scum? whatever, you didn’t want to think about it. you were just happy to not be alone.

“y/n.” he spoke quietly as he held you close to him in the cold night. “hm?” you hummed back.

“even though things are bad, i’m still glad to be with you.”

“me too.”

“no, seriously.”

you looked at him, sitting up a bit.

“but i’m serious too.”

he shook his head.

“i mean, even if everything starts going bad, i still want to be with you.”

was he.. confessing right now?

“haknyeon…” you stared at him. “i want to be with you forever,” he murmured. “will you want to be with me, too?” he asked. “i..” he frowned, his anxiety starting to spike.

“i would love to.”

#cobiehaven #the boyz #tbz #ju haknyeon #haknyeon #tbz sangyeon #tbz jacob #tbz younghoon #tbz hyunjae #tbz jaehyun #tbz juyeon #tbz kevin #tbz new #tbz chanhee #tbz q #tbz changmin #tbz sunwoo #tbz eric

[pearl484-blog]

Cool Miraculous Ladybug Writing Ideas

On Ao3, I found a fanfic titled ideas that I want to write, but probably won’t, and underneath it, there were just the words: Just Write. I was unamused, and so I am creating a far superior list with actual ideas.  Adrien/Chat Noir centric: 1) Chat Noir is slowly becoming a god of death. Seeing ghosts, foretelling people’s fates, causing feelings of fear and despair around him, etc.  2) Chat Noir time travels with Ladybug to Chat Blanc. He tries to get Chat Blanc to calm down and not spill the beans that he knows who Marinette is.

3) Chat Noir tries to send a message with flowers. (Love, hate, apology, I’m deeply disappointed in you, trying to make someone paranoid)

4) Chat Noir and Catwalker have a debate over who’s the better Black Cat

5) Adrien introduces Marinette to his mom

6) Due to a curse, Adrien is convinced that Ladybug is dead. His friends try to convince him otherwise.

7) Chat Noir tells Ladybug that his akuma’s name isn’t Chat Blanc, he’s going to riot. He fantasizes what his akuma will look like, much to Ladybug’s discomfort

8) Fox!Adrien is an adorable attention hog. Ladybug must resist the cute to get back the Fox from the prankster

9) Tired of the will they or won’t they, the kwamis shamelessly decide to try to convince Chat Noir/Adrien to get with Ladybug/Marinette, much to his mortification. 

10) During Lady Wifi, Chat accidentally destroyed all wifi around the world and earned the title of the most destructive cyber-terrorist in history.

Marinette/Ladybug 1)  Nino, Nathaniel and Adrien fall in love with Marinette because of little acts of kindness 2) Marinette is convinced that all her creations are cursed 3) On Mylene’s advice, Ladybug sits Chat down and promises him a few things.       a)  She won’t hurt him      b)  She won’t punish him for being mad      c)  She won’t test him      d) She won’t abandon him      e) She won’t ignore him      f) She’ll never stop loving him

4) Miraculous Ladybug if Ladybug was a child being a hero with her dad, Chat Noir 5) Ladybug realizes that she has OCD (either the obsessive thoughts about doing something terrible or the compulsions/anxiety) 6) Ladybug realizes that her friends and allies naturally follow her will when she’s upset 7) Marinette gives Adrien a love potion, and soon realizes her mistake 8) Ladybug slowly starts having trouble understanding what other people are saying and must find a way to listen without words.  9) Ladybug realizes that everyone is slowly forgetting Chat Noir, but Chat doesn’t seem to care. She decides to investigate herself. 10) Ladybug is completely blind at night. Chat and her team tries to help her. 11) Marinette sets out a bit of each week to spend a little bit of time with each kwami. 12) Ladybug’s civilian identity is a homeless thief. 13) Marinette was once a human, but now she cursed. She becomes a mermaid whenever she gets wet, and she gets lunacy at night that waxes and wanes with the moon. Only being Ladybug gives her humanity back, and she is willing to do whatever it takes to get it back permenantly. 14) Marinette decides to remove the curse that makes Chat unafraid of death and must help him confront his fears and traumas about akuma attacks.  

Chloe: 1) Pre-Origins kids. After Sabrina’s mother dies, Marinette makes an insensitive remark that makes her cry. Chloe vows revenge.

Alya: 1) Alya gains the ability to see people’s innermost secrets and decides to help her classmates 2) Alya finds an entry on her blog about a list of akuma, including akuma in the future (up to Ephemeral) when she sees Ephemeral’s summary listing his cause of akumatization calling him “an abused boy following the orders of his father”, Alya decides to investigate.

Kwamis: 1) Trixx tries to convince Plagg to change his advice to Adrien about Ladybug being a guardian whose decisions he just has to accept and get him to talk to Ladybug. Plagg disagrees.  2) Trixx gives Adrien makeovers in between classes 3) Adrien tries to convince Tikki to give Mister Bug compound eyes. Tikki isn’t having it. 4) Someone argues with Trix about their “rabbit” ears and he claims it’s a birth defect and he’s self-concious about it. 5) Plagg has secretly been teaching Adrien lessons in independence all along 6) Tikki is trying to keep Marinette from dying, but boy does she make it hard sometimes. 

Weird but Anyone 1) [x] has been having blackouts, and is annoyed to find that whenever they’re investigating what they’ve been doing, it’s always mundane and what they would’ve done anyways 2) [x] is “hallucinating” but its actually a side effect of their Miraculous 3) [x] wakes up and realizes that all their tastes have changed. Their favorite color is now meh. They like different foods than they used to, etc. It’s just a bunch of little things -nothing anyone would notice- but it annoys them greatly. They decide to investigate.  4) [x] wakes up and their reflection doesn’t look right, but they don’t know why.

#miraculous ladybug #writing prompt

[a-sunsets-curiosity]

My happiness is a choice.

My happiness is a choice. If I’m walking alone in windy, rainy weather and my boots are soaked, it’s just how it is. If the umbrella I’m clinging to flips inside out from the strong gusts, it was meant to happen. If my legs are tired and the sun’s going down and I’m drenched to the bone, I pray. I pray that I have the strength to remain positive in these circumstances. I pray that I’ll get out of it soon and laugh about it later. I pray to my God, and I keep moving.

I keep moving because giving up wouldn’t be something Jesus would want me to do. I keep walking, past the dark alley, homeless man, and streetlights.

When I recognize my street, my heart skips with relief and I pick up my pace. If the puddle I try to quickly scurry across causes me to slip and I fall on my back, I sit in shock for a moment.

I sit in shock with a frozen face and cracking resilience. I sit in a mess of wetness that threatens to dissolve all of my resolve. If I’m on the edge of breaking, I think of my God. My God of gods that is in control of everything. That is watching me here, sitting on the sidewalk, water soaking through every layer I wear, in the dark. Who thinks that I need to go through this for a reason. I think of my God, whose judgment I trust wholeheartedly. My God that reminds me that this is happening for a reason.

I think of my God and get up. I get up and ignore all of the soreness and aching in my limbs that are screaming at me to stop. I get up, feeling cold and wet and devastated, and I walk. I walk all the way past my mail box and up my concrete steps. I shove my shivering fingers into my pocket and clutch the freezing-cold keys. I ignore my shaking body and the clinking of the keys in my grasp and I shove them into the lock. I turn it, grip the doorknob with numb hands, and enter. I pay no mind to the water I’m drenching the floor with, or the numbness my feet feel as I take off my boots.

I remember my God just as I thinking about breaking down — because I’m just so sad at the day’s undesired events — and I pause. I pause to compose myself. To remember everything I stand for and am grateful for.

This should be nothing. If Jesus could feel the unbearable sting of the whip welts on His back as He carried a ten-foot cross miles to his dying place, I could feel wet and cold and not be upset about such a measly thing.

But I am. And for the first time, I am actually reminded of the sheer strength He had. I am reminded of all He went through, and all of the resilience He never lacked of. I’m reminded that one off afternoon for me almost resulted in a full-on break down, while He went through unimaginable torture and never once faltered. I am reminded of his undeniable almighty-ness, and I keep going.

I keep going, all the way past my couch in the living room, the dinner table in the dining room, and the large curtain-covered window in the hallway. I reach my room and push my bedroom door open.

It is only after I’ve changed into fuzzy pajamas, dried my hair, and huddled under my blanket’s covers that I allows myself to reflect. I sit and reflect on everything that happened and all of the times I almost cracked.

I close my eyes and pray and say an insurmountable thank you to God for giving me strength. For not letting me drown in wasteful self pity. For being there when I felt so alone and useless.

I finish my prayer, open my eyes, and laugh. I laugh at the silliness of the idea, because now that I actually thought about it, it wasn’t anywhere close to a big deal. I laugh because getting wet and falling caused such a reaction in me, I was going to let it ruin my entire day. I laugh because I look back on how silly my fall must’ve looked.

I laugh and I feel happy. I’m happy that it’s over, and I’m happy that God kept me strong.

As my laughter dies down, I snuggle closer into my blanket, and finally fall asleep.

#Jesus #God #Faith #Christian #Christianity #Bible #Strength