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sakkiichi · 10 months

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TICKETS TO BARBIE.

watching the barbie movie with him.

ft. Kaedehara Kazuha, Scaramouche, Xiao, Venti, Kaveh, Albedo, Arataki Itto x gn! reader.

cw/genre: fluff, crack, modern au, headcanons.

word count: 1.6k.

so, i went to see the barbie movie the other day. my friend watched it too 🩵 (sadly we couldn’t go together, as we live miles away), but we both loved it, so i thought this would be a fun idea for some quick headcanons.

✧ KAEDEHARA KAZUHA

— Kazuha just loves seeing how excited you are to watch the new Barbie movie. His warm eyes shine and his smile is lovestruck as he observes you rushing around, preparing your pink outfit.

— He’ll have to dedicate a poem to you, with Barbie’s signature color wrapped around you as the main theme.

— If you want to match outfits with him, your boyfriend will oblige, because even if the color choice is not something he’d wear usually, Kazuha loves the idea of matching with you and he adores even more how happy you look.

— Your sparkly gaze when you decorate his hair with pink strawberry and hello kitty clips makes his heart feel all warm and fuzzy, to the point of getting lost in your stare and completely spacing out when you call his name.

— “You’re so beautiful, dove.” Your lover dreamily sighs, when he finally comes to. Cupping your face, don’t blame him if he smudges your perfectly applied lipgloss with his honeyed kisses, alright?

— You and Kazuha are definitely that super cute and affectionate couple at the cinema. From holding hands, to him sneaking cheek kisses, to you feeding him popcorn… Everyone adores your little displays of affection, you two are just so sweet.

— Also, Kazuha looks so good in pink! If you tell him that, though, he’ll get all blushy. And oh, when you caress his face or kiss his forehead? He’s just like a baby bunny with how cute he is. However, he’ll be sure to fluster you with his multiple compliments…

✧ SCARAMOUCHE

— You quite literally have to drag him to watch the movie.

— “Barbie? Isn’t that for little girls?” He spat with a frown, arms crossed over his chest when you presented the idea to him.

— However, your boyfriend happens to be very soft for you, so just give him the puppy eyes and he’ll bend to your every wish.

— “Please?” “Ugh, fine, whatever.”

— He also pretends he doesn’t enjoy the hug and kiss you give him when he agrees to go with you.

— So, the day to go watch Barbie arrives, and Scara shows up at the living room of your shared apartment dressed in all black, ripped jeans on and purple headphones wrapped around his neck.

— “Well? Let’s go watch that stupid movie.” He says, purposefully averting his gaze from your all-pink outfit (he’s totally jealous he won’t be the only one to see you while you look this gorgeous).

— “Not dressed like that, you aren’t.”

— And that is how you proceeded to dress the angry cat that is your boyfriend in a pink top with frilly sleeves. (Alas, you couldn’t get away with making him wear a skirt, but at least you managed to put his hair in pigtails and snap a picture before he ripped the pink hairties off).

— Honestly, Kuni secretly enjoys the movie and thinks weird barbie is neat, even if he won’t tell you about it (yes, you definitely were imagining it when you saw him shed tears at that one scene with Ruth and Barbie).

✧ XIAO

— “Two tickets to Barbie.” And it’s two people, one clad in pink from head to toe, the other in all black, combat boots, and a bunch of tattoos and piercings. He’s wearing a pink butterfly clip in his dark teal hair, though.

— Xiao can’t say no to you, even if he’s overwhelmed by all the people present at the cinema, and the loud atmosphere and bright colors of a crowd dressed in shades of rose are not really his thing.

— But you squeeze his hand reassuringly, your gaze meeting his sharp golden one with that smile he adores to see on your lips. He gets to be with you when you seem so happy, so carefree, and that’s more than he could have ever wished for.

— Your boyfriend might not be wearing the signature color of the doll starring in the film, but his cheeks have certainly taken a deep flushed tone when you hold onto his arm lovingly, your fingers softly running over the swirling patterns of his inked skin.

— Please, please, please, buy something sweet for him to eat while you two watch the movie :( sweet pop corn, pastries, candy… Xiao enjoys mild and sweet flavors, so if you surprise him with a treat like that, he’ll get so flustered and happy! Are you gonna miss out on such an adorable sight?

✧ VENTI

— He’s right in his element!

— Totally wears pink clothes, pink accessories, heart shaped sunglasses and pink makeup.

— If you’d let him, he’d definitely show up in something like his archon outfit, but pink, wings included (yeah, he’s a victoria’s secret angel and he knows it).

— Don’t let him bring the bottle of rosé wine he tried to sneak past you, though, please.

— His mischief aside, Venti is actually one of the best people to watch Barbie with. He’s fun, is invested in the plot, songs and outfits, he’s a comforting presence and is well versed in pop culture.

— The only con is you’re a tad bit jealous that he looks better in pink that you do. He’s certainly slaying in that outfit. Rest assured, though, Venti is not at all shy when compliments are due, so he’ll be sure to shower you with plenty, and he means every single one of them.

— Loves the movie and loves getting to experience it with you. Under his carefree and cheerful front, your lover is someone who really craves for tranquil moments like this, just you and him, spending time together doing something you enjoy… Venti wishes all days could be like this, as much as he likes partying and drinks.

✧ KAVEH

— Similar to Venti, he’s thriving, and maybe he’s even looking forward to this more than you are.

— Has his outfit and makeup thought up days, if not weeks, beforehand (and obviously he has sparkly pink clips to combine with his clothes, as the babygirl he is).

— Kaveh will offer to do your hair, makeup and to help you choose your clothes. And who are you to refuse? Not when you know he’s amazing at it, not when he’s giving you the most precious puppy eyes this world has seen.

— He won’t let you pay for the tickets or snacks either, no matter how much you insist. Your boyfriend has a hard time accepting kindness, especially from someone as special as you; he could never let you invite him or even let you pay for your part and manage to sleep peacefully at night.

— During the movie, he’s living. Takes mental note of the dresses and fits, all the barbie dream houses and every different design he spots. His kind gaze is wide and sparkling and you find yourself staring at your pretty boyfriend more than at the big screen. To see him so… free and untroubled… You wouldn’t trade that for the world.

✧ ALBEDO

— You think it’s seriously unfair how good pink suits him (let’s face it, Albedo is royalty and will be pretty in literally anything) but right now, he looks not unlike a Barbie himself (unfair).

— If he’s in one of his teasing moods, he’ll give you the half lidded eyes and the shit eating smirk when you’re very much not inconspicuously staring at him with your mouth agape.

— “You look stunning yourself, my dearest.” The blonde will whisper, leaning close to your jawline as he cups the back of your head, the lingering caress of his lips on the skin right below your ear making your knees almost buckle.

— Actually is very interested in the critical message the movie intends to portray, and has everything figured out right before it happens (you can totally tell by the way his cerulean eyes glint knowingly, his chin cradled between his fingers, rosy lips titled upwards).

— Naturally, as an artist, Albedo takes note of every design and the whole colorimetry presented through the scenes. Your boyfriend hopes, one day, he can capture you in every shade of vibrant rose and sunshine, even if he believes no paint on canvas will ever do you justice.

— Definitely thinks weird barbie is cool and feels a little guilty because he knows if he were to give a doll to Klee, it would run the risk of meeting that exact same fate (probably accidentally, due to his little sister’s eh… rowdy and adventurous nature).

✧ ARATAKI ITTO

— “Itto, repeat after me: no, you can’t rename our shared apartment the mojo dojo casa house.”

— Itto probably relates to Ken, except for the latter’s actions, because your partner thinks all women are queens and he’d never do what Ken did.

— You probably have to keep an eye on him, to prevent him from being too loud during the movie; he means well, but he’s excitable and can’t help but comment and laugh noisily.

— Just give him a soft kiss on the lips and he’ll be silent for the rest of the film, wink wink. (Don’t blame him if he can’t pay attention to it afterwards, though, he’s just too entranced by your smiling expression).

— Itto would protect Ruth with his life. He adores his grandma, and somehow, the elderly lady from the movie reminds him of her; so, afterwards, he might beg you to help him choose a nice tea set as a gift and to accompany him to visit his grandmother.

— He’s definitely the type to buy some commemorative souvenir: an “I am kenough” hoodie; Ken’s fur coat, Barbie’s car… or any trinket made for the occasion. He’s just like a kid on a candy store, he looks so happy you don’t have it in yourself to deny it to him, even if he ends up buying some overpriced and maybe useless trinket.

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tsuumu · 4 years

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hii! i really like your blog so far, you’re writing is really good! this idea just popped up in my head so idk if it’ll actually make sense but i’ll try lmao. so could you write some headcanons of sugawara, tendou, and kuroo w/ a shy s/o who gets jealous of some girls that come up to them, and she tries to tell them that shes jealous, and how they would react to that? thank you so much, and i’m sorry if this doesn’t make sense lmaoo :)

kuroo, tendou and sugawara with a jealous s/o.

good evening anon! this req is written in a school setting with various s/o personalities. i really hope you like it. <3

(the kuroo section is CONSIDERABLY longer than the other two and i apologise for that!! D: )

• nekoma’s volleyball team had become quite popular after the nationals tournament, where they had fought tirelessly and with extreme talent for everybody to see. people knew of the members and especially of their handsome captain. kuroo was prideful of his position and liked to flaunt his team’s successes to those who were interested, unknowing that they were probably more interested in him.

• he’s been talked about a lot lately. your friends always want updates on your ‘volleyball prince’, to which you promptly swat them away. he’s not a famous person. he’s just a high-school boy. a really cute, out-going, intelligent high-school boy.

• kuroo spends his free time in classes with girls on, around and at his desk, happily answering all the questions they gave him.

• unfortunately, you’re not so pleased. since tetsu had chemistry exam prep, his class has moved just a few doors down from yours. usually you wouldn’t get to see him during class because the lab work was done on the other side of the school, however he cheerily mentioned the change to you this morning whilst you were walking together.

• it happens as you’re on your way to your next room, stopping abruptly at the thought of the walk and peering in to see what was going on. after a short few seconds of scanning, you catch sight your boyfriend’s signature, dark hair. he’s chattering away to his female classmates.

• you really can’t help but feel a slight pang in your chest.

• you’ve never been overly protective or possessive of kuroo, at least, there had never been circumstances that lead you to feeling that way. you just stand there momentarily, staring at the varying expressions of the girls. tetsu is so oblivious. they’re totally hitting on him. you can’t help but sigh out. yes. he’s the talk of the town right now but wouldn’t you stop to ask him if he’s even single? you’re not angry, just a little bitter that you couldn’t sit with him like that and let them know of your existence.

• one of the girls closest to kuroo punches his arm lightly and you focus your attention back on them. you can’t figure out what on earth the actual conversation is about but she keeps placing her hands on his arms when she’s laughing or speaking enthusiastically.

• you’re not a fan of that at all, it makes the jab at your ribs heavier. you decide, ‘fuck it’ and push on the door to open it. it’s entirely on impulse and the nervousness sets in when the classroom quitens and -give or take- twenty eyes are set onto you.

• the second kuroo turns his head, he stands up at once, that shit-eating grin you know and love dearly plastered all over this face. it’s like the conversation with anybody else ended the second he saw you.

“woah. i didn’t know the next teacher was gonna be the love of my life! no, but seriously, what have you done to him, babe?”

you push on his chest lightly and tell him to quit it, cheeks burning at how loud he is, before embracing him tightly and wrapping your arms around him. you feel much safer.

• yaku chucks a piece of balled paper at you two from another area of the classroom.

“hey, you two. i know we signed up for chemistry but not your chemistry!”

• kuroo just throws it back, before kissing you on the forehead. you mumble into the fabric of his button-up that you’re just on your way to your next lesson and you’ll probably be late now. you just wanted to see him and tell those girls you’re uninterested. he chuckles out, moving back slightly to tuck a strand of your hair behind your ear.

“well i’m glad you did. this was the best surprise ever.”

• he leans closer, pressing his lips to your ear in a coy whisper.

“what girls? there’s girls? i thought they only made one in this entire world just for me. if it’s not another you, i’ll pass.” the corners of your mouth tug into a smile, burying your nose more into him.

“hey, kitty. as much as i’d like to keep you in here forever, like a cat that very obviously has another owner, i’ll just have to see you after class. i’ll be right outside your door. okay? now scram.”

• he flicks your forehead and walks with you to your next class. you grumble playfully. on your way, you meet eyes with the girls earlier. they’re shell-shocked, previously unbeknownst of your existence, you give them a small wave before holding his arm tightly and smiling to yourself.

• tendou is the life of the party wherever he goes. everybody seems to know him and it’s not always because of volleyball. he just seems to be friends with everyone. he’s the type to be chatting with teachers, students, the old, the young. he’s a mood setter and everybody loves him.

• you fell for him. hard.

• before dating him, it made you a little agitated that everybody got along with him so well. you never knew if his smooth words and instantaneous charm were factors of all his conversations. you could never approach him, since you’d never been good at displaying romantic intentions through actions. unfortunately, these small thoughts persisted even after he himself approached you and asked you out for coffee after school one day, despite not knowing you at all. even after he kissed you on the step of your door months later. even after he eventually begged you to be his.

• you aren’t too big on publicly displaying your relationship. initiating PDA was never your thing. you weren’t embarrassed of him at all, you just preferred to stay completely professional and education-orientated when in school. he’ll tease you, once even told you you remind him of a female ushijima... before staring at the ground to reflect on his own comment and taking it back vehemently (he doesn’t want to imagine dating his best friend in front of you).

• whenever you ask him if girls talk to him, he hushes you copiously, assuring you that every man and woman that’s entered his life after you as resembled humanoid blobs in purple uniform. he has eyes for only you.

• you’re a little cold, you tend to be when jealousy sets in. like that one day your friend told you that this notoriously pretty second year had approached him, handing him a blank lined sheet and asking for his help with her english work. you found out later that she’d thanked him with fluttering eyelashes and big smiles, before frowning down at the paper.

• he’d ended up practicing his signature over and over on the page because -and you quote- “i suck at english too but this paper was good document-signing practice, so thanks!”

• a relief washes over you. you and tendou are stark opposites, in fact, the only time you ever feel obliged to lose your cool is over him. however, you know he’s loyal. he loves you very much and hopes that you’ll come to trust him with your entire heart one day.

• you vow to work on it, hard.

if sugawara was my s/o i’d just accept that everyone else would probably fall in love with him too

• this boy is made of honey. the first time you laid eyes on him was during first year, noir jacket slung over his shoulder, beautiful, silver hair rustling as he tried to shut the class window as you walked in, you were hooked.

• you felt utterly helpless at how infatuated with him you were. your friends all felt the same way. picture: sighing together and staring whenever he did ANYTHING. he was so sweet to absolutely everybody. nobody could ever bring them selves to defy, ignore or be aggressive with koushi. from the start it felt like you had competition.

• you’re a happy-go-lucky, loud-mouth shithead with an abudance of enthusiasm and energy but this third year makes your knees shake. walking up to him on a summer’s evening to ask him out, you could barely even talk. luckily, he did all the talking for you. your time together has been nothing but loving history.

• sugawara likes to spend his free time with you, often lunches, where he’s adamant on feeding you lots and lots of his own cooking to ensure you’re well-fed.

• imagine your surprise, when you’re walking, hop in your step, over to your usual meeting place and see your boyfriend sitting with another girl, feeding them. your heart practically falls out of your ass. steps slowing, you don’t even try to hide your alarm as you approach him. koushi’s face is to you, smiling and laughing. he catches sight of you and waves happily.

• your expression doesn’t change. you’re confused, hurt, unsure of how to act. should you just pretend like everything is fine? you feel like criticising them but they’re just eating. god, you’re overthinking this.

• “(y/n)! say hi to hinata!”

huh?

the girl turns around.

oh god.

• hinata’s blowing unattractively on strands of hair that are stuck to his face, before leaping up to greet you. he’s wearing a god damn wig.

“ah! (y/n), hi! i took totally weird, don’t i. it’s for this stupid drama class. i seriously thought i’d get to act and do fight scenes and look super cool to girls but instead, they made me dress up as a high-school girl! it’s ‘cause i’m short, they said!”

• you’re not even listening, just wallowing in your shame at how panicked you were.

“—i ran into sugawara and he let me try some lunch, have you eaten?” you shake your head, before grinning and suddenly grabbing the younger boy, trapping him in a playful headlock and making him squirm.

“oi, hinata. you gave me a scare, makin’ me think some doe-eyed lowerclassman was chatting up my boyfriend!”

• he whines and apologises profusely. koushi just sits and laughs, munching on his lunch and watching you give the poor boy hell. he’d never dream of that, he know you’d do worse to him if that were ever the case.

#haikyuu headcanons #haikyuu imagines #haikyuu scenarios #haikyuu #sugawara headcanons #sugawara x reader #tendou headcanons #tendou x reader #kuroo headcanons #kuroo x reader #HSDJSOSK THIS WAS FUN TO WRITE #the last one especially #hq

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llamagoddessofficial · 4 years

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Happy belated birthday @aka-indulgence! I initially intended to get this out two days ago but I lost the flow a little. Luckily, it came back... hope you had a good day!

Nightmare!Sans/Reader

... It was so quiet. Dark... but you could hear something. It sounded like...

...

... Waves. Gentle ocean waves.

Something warm washed over your toes, and it made you open your eyes in surprise, looking down at your feet- water. Crystal clear water, streaming over perfect white sand... bubbles of foam popping in sparkles of light.

You looked up, confused... and found yourself looking out onto a gorgeous sea under a clear glowing lavender and orange sunset sky. You gasped, quietly, without even realising- it was so beautiful. The ocean, mild and clean, faded from sandy yellow where you were standing to green to a brilliant turquoise, and the deeper waters were a warm pink as they reflected the sky that seemed to stretch for infinity... your lips parted, awe overtaking everything. You could see little silhouettes of seabirds wheeling in the distance... Directly above you, where the sky was lilac and purples and deep blues, a few lone faint stars were beginning to make themselves known.

... It was so beautiful.

You inhaled through your nose and sighed, happily; fresh, salty sea air. The sound of calling gulls and water... the glow of the sunset on your skin, the lapping ocean at your feet... you closed your eyes, happy, calm...

You could just stay here forever... you should stay here forever...

...

Something was wrong.

You opened your eyes again, confused, turning around to look behind you. Some trees, tropical-looking, palms... nothing out of the ordinary. But why did you feel... wrong? It wasn’t a feeling you could put your finger on. Something was off. You stepped away from the water’s edge and began to walk up the beach, the sand pleasantly warm and soft underfoot, not loose enough to stick between your toes and not clumpy enough to feel damp and gross...

...

Something was wrong.

You had a terrible feeling in your chest, your eyes kept darting around to look at the scenery as if expecting to catch something. You couldn’t stop here, your heart was pounding- like something was out there, something awful would happen if you gave in here and rested. Maybe you were just being stupid... maybe you were just panicking... something’s wrong, something’s wrong-

... A noise.

... It was a sigh. A deep, breathy sigh; it sounded frustrated, but amused. And it wasn’t coming from behind you, or next to you, or in front of you... it was inside your head.

Someone else was inside your own mind- someone else was speaking to you, echoing in your head.

“every time.” It said, in a long-suffering tone. The voice was dark, silky... almost too soft. Like he was patronising you. “i’m getting tired of this, darling.”

... You froze.

Not willingly. Your feet sank into the sand the moment you stopped, and suddenly it was as hard as concrete- you let out a little frightened sound and tried to pull your legs, with no luck whatsoever. What the hell is going on!? You couldn’t think straight, your head was fuzzy, like someone had thrown a woollen blanket over your mind- over your ability to process what was going on. You were confused, nonplussed, things that should be making sense just weren’t connecting.

“nothing’s ever enough...” It whispered.

The landscape began to cycle, warp, stretch around where your feet were locked in place. You desperately wanted to stagger back... An empty roof restaurant overlooking a glowing city, you barely had a moment to appreciate it because after a second’s wait it changed again, a mirror-flat lake at sunrise speckled with pink petals from a flowering tree, giant misty emerald-topped mountains that seemed to defy the laws of physics, a waterfall as wide as the grand canyon that roared with power, your head was spinning, it hurt...

... It stopped on what seemed to be a salt flat after rain; a perfectly blue sky peppered with cotton candy clouds, everything reflected below you in the world’s largest mirror. Nobody around for miles.

“i can control this world down to each molecule.” The voice continued. It seemed almost gleeful... showing off, enjoying boasting about all he could do. “i can give you anything you want. i could take you anywhere, show you anything... there’s nothing we can’t do together, here.”

... You felt something on your stomach.

The scenery changed again; a flower field, at night. An endless galaxy overhead, purple and blue and pink blooms shifting in the gentlest of breezes.

But you couldn’t concentrate. The fear that had suddenly gripped you was icy; and it wasn’t just the fear that had a hold of you. Something wrapped around your middle, your waist, something thick and long, you looked down...

... You had no idea what it was. A tentacle of some kind? It was as if someone had coated the body of a giant snake in a viscous, gooey, tar-like substance. Thick, black, slimy, it was cold where it touched the skin that wasn’t covered by your riding-up shirt, so cold... you wanted to shove it off you but you didn’t want to touch it, you were scared you’d put your hands on it and they’d just sink straight in and stick.

“... i could give you anything...” The voice wasn’t inside your mind anymore. It was behind you, like it’d escaped from your head, whispering into your ear so close you could feel hot breath against the skin. Another thing, appendage, tentacle, curled around your neck; it was so cold you sharply inhaled, a harsh contrast from the warmth of his breath. And when you tried to reach your hands up to it to grasp at it, to pull it off in a blind panic, no longer caring about the consistency... more curled around your wrists, snatching them back and holding them tight by your shoulders.

“and yet...” ... It shifted from playfully teasing... to something else. Something... angry.

A growl.

“you just keep on defying me.”

The tentacles around you squeezed- your neck, your stomach, your wrists- you cried out, but you weren’t sure whether it was in pain or in terror as a squeak-like sound was forced out of you when your breath escaped. You didn’t understand what was going on, you could barely focus on not losing yourself in pure, unadulterated terror.

“i could be doing anything right now.” He continued. The landscape started to change again; but not into something beautiful. The stars started to flicker out and die one by one, flowers began to brown and rot and wilt, sinking into the grassless slick dirt and triggering a foul smell that invaded your nostrils and made you cringe. The gentle breeze vanished, replaced with a thick, uncomfortable heat that only worsened the smell.

“i could be destroying whole universes- amusing myself by making them all bend to my will...” He squeezed tighter, you were starting to struggle for breath, wheezing and tearing up, you could feel more wet slimy tentacles curling around you... your legs, over your hips, across your chest... he was going to choke you, squeeze you to death. “billions of lives begging for mercy at my feet.”

You expelled a precious breath in a weak sob.

...

... The tentacles loosened. But they didn’t let go. You gasped in air and gagged, the awful smell making your eyes water and stinging the back of your throat... You didn’t understand, nothing made sense, your mind felt fuzzy and confused and lost. As you sucked in breath after breath, you didn’t notice the smell fading... the air becoming clean again, the mud and rot fading away like...

... like a bad dream.

Instead, it was pitch black. The kind of darkness that pressed in on all sides, that made you somehow feel both hopelessly lonely and like something was watching you.

He moved, the voice moved. In front of you, in the darkness... a ring appeared. A ring of blue light; cold light, unfeeling, unfriendly... a single eye, partnered with a smile of giant ice-white teeth.

“but instead of all that...” The face came closer. And as it did, you could see more... you could see the ooze-covered skeletal face, the slick black substance all over him, even his clothes... you could see the way the tentacles restraining you came from his back. He didn’t stop approaching until he was inches away from your face again... smile looming over you, close enough to kiss your forehead... cold, cold hands pressed against your ribs and slid around to your back. Like he was holding you. “instead of ruling universes, i’m here again. playing with you. making intricate worlds for an ungrateful little human who won’t just give in to me... every night, something new. every night, something beautiful. and every night, you resist...”

One icy hand stayed on your back, the other... drifted up, cupping your head, weaving his giant phalanges through your hair at the scalp.

“it’s infuriating.”

You felt terror clench your chest again, harder than before. What was he going to do? Was he going to tear it out? Snap your neck, dig those slimy claws into the back of your head and kill you? You felt your lip trembling, your eyes welling up with hot tears...

He was so close to you, pressed so flush, that when he shuddered you felt it. His grin only spread wider, inhumanly wide, that bright blue eye contracting like a snake squeezing a kill...

“that’s right, pet...” He said, voice a purr that barely hid his glee, tentacles beginning to squeeze again like the claws of an excited cat. “that’s it, fear me... i could squeeze you until you snap, i could tear you into bloody ribbons...”

His hand tilted your head upward, toward the face that took up your whole vision. In a strange way, it was a good thing he was holding your legs... you were certain that your feet wouldn’t hold you up any longer.

Whatever patience was holding him back seemed to snap when you pressed your lips together- the moment his glowing eye moved to your mouth, it twitched, and he closed the precious distance you had from him. A predator striking, a monster moving to eat you whole...

... He kissed you.

...

You startled awake, heaving in breaths and slick with cold sweat, staring up at your ceiling while gripping your mattress with white knuckles.

...

Oh fuck...

The sigh you breathed in relief racked your entire body from head to toe. Shaking, close to tears... Like you were expelling the tainted, fearful air from your lungs.

Just a dream. Just a nightmare.

The tentacles were just your bedsheets twisted around you, as you’d turned in a panic. The cold and ice was just your bare, sweat-dotted skin meeting air... even as you laid there, bathing in your own relief, you began to forget the terrible dream.

Just a nightmare. Just a nightmare. Just a nightmare.

... You sorted out your sheets, turning your pillow over to the cold side to nestle back into it, calm once again. You still had a few hours before your alarm would set off... now the bad dream was out of the way, you’d surely sleep peacefully.

It didn’t take very long for you to drift back into unconsciousness.

...

The shadows by your bed started to thicken, gathering into a form sitting by you on the bed. He stroked your hair behind your ear... icy blue eye watching silently. Adoringly.

He... had planned to make that encounter a little bit... softer. He’d gone into your dreams intending to keep you calm, keep you open to influence; and then he’d make himself known to you gently, acclimating you to his presence in your mind. Maybe strike up some nice conversation... He had it all planned so neatly...

... But your fear was just so... delicious. Your terror when he held you, those wide, doe-like eyes staring up at him with you totally under his control, at his mercy... what was supposed to be one of the lighter encounters quickly spiralled as he lost himself in your skin and breath and warmth and life, feeding like a parasite on the negativity pouring out of your Soul.

... He sighed. He’d let you sleep, for tonight... he had to think of a new place to take you to. A new world to make for you... hopefully, this time, it would be enough to keep you under his spell.

“... sleep tight, doll.” He purred, leaning down to press a toothy kiss to your forehead... before his form melted into the shadows of your room, like a ghost.

#llama writes #happy birthday!#hope you like it uwu

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luhlust · 4 years

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Hey, uh idk if I asked this already but can you do a Hatsuharu x Reader based on episode 4 season 2 of Fruits Basket? Because, in that episode Hatsuharu had his meltdown. But instead of him having a meltdown because of Rin it’s because you two and dating and had an argument? And uhm basically instead of him grabbing Tohru, he grabs you. And Kyo like punches him bc y’all are good friends~ and the ending is all fluffy and him apologizing for the argument or whatever. (Sorry if this is confusing)~~

Choose Me

Anime: Fruits Basket

Pairing: Soma Hatsuharu x Reader

Overview: Hatsuharu has been spending a lot of time with Rin making you, his girlfriend, jealous ending up with a huge rampage.

Note: I KNOW YOU SAID INSTEAD OF RIN IT SHOULD BE THE READER BUT I THINK IT'S CUTER THIS WAY. I hope you don't mind~ PLUS IM DONE WITH ALL THE REQUIREMENTS AND IM STILL STUDYING BUT THIS IS SUCH A CUTE REQUEST AND I CAN'T HELP BUT WRITE IT. I love Hatsuharu so much.

•-–-•

You really understand Hatsuharu's relationship with Rin. Maybe, a little too much. You were there for him afterall, helping him cope up with her behaviour, letting him cry on you, you supported Hatsuharu. You love him.

You grew to love him just by being together with him was enough for you so when Hatsuharu confessed he too, fell for you, you couldn't believe it, until his lips touched yours, cloud of smoke blinded your eye, laughing as you stared at his Ox form.

You knew Hatsuharu would need a lot of time to fully move on from Rin so you were okay with letting Hatsuharu settle the phase for your relationship.

Lately, Hatsuharu has been spending less time with you to take care of Rin who once again, escaped from the hospital. You didn't mind how he would abruptly go to her side, you didn't mind how he called you to cancel your plans with a short apology, you didn't mind if he kept choosing her over you.

That is before you reached your tipping point.

When Hatsuharu went back to your shared apartment, he really just wanted to sleep. Rin's words continued to ring in his ear, he is beyond exhaustion. He is not in the right state to hear your complaints.

"So, I just want to have your time! I bought us some tickets to th-" "God, can you just please shut up!"

Hatsuharu glared at you, slamming his bag across the room. Your throat suddenly became dry, hands balled into a fist. Hatsuharu immediately wanted to punch himself for bursting on you like that, he was just so annoyed but even he, himself knew it was not a good excuse.

"(y/n)..." He fumbled on his words, what can he say in a situation like this? He wanted to comfort you, his hands were shaking. Wiping the tears from your eyes, you walked passed him and entered the bedroom, leaving Hatsuharu to contemplate on his actions.

"Fuck.." He clicked his tongue.

Hatsuharu grabbed a bottle of water and drank to calm himself down. When he heard the door opened, he turned around and was ready to apologise but his eyes trailed to the duffel bag you were carrying.

"Where are you going?" He questioned softly, even if he already knew the answer. He was hoping it wasn't what he was thinking. "Away." You smiled at him, masking your emotions like you always did.

"Let's break up, Haru. No, Sohma-kun." Hatsuharu's eyes widened, speechless. You took his silence as a que to leave. Mustering up all your strength, you grabbed the doorknob, twisting it to open the door. Hatsuharu acted fast, he slammed the door close, trapping you against it.

"No. You're not going anywhere! C-Can't we fix this?" His voice cracked, he can't let you leave him. You were the only one who understood him, only one who accepted him as a whole! "Please...(y/n)..." Tears streamed down his face, the sight of him broke you more, you had to be strong. Cupping his face, you wiped his tears, trying to soothe him.

"I'm sorry Haru. You kept on choosing her and I kept on choosing you." Biting your lip, you kissed his forehead, Hatsuharu melted against your touch.

"Let me choose myself this time."

Hatsuharu felt like time slowed down as you slipped away from his grasp.

The door closed and he broked down.

He hasn't heard from you for a week.

It was difficult to be away from him, everything just screamed for you to go back and wrap your arms around him. You stayed with Kyo for the mean time, telling them that your apartment was undergoing a few construction and Hatsuharu decided to stay at the main state.

They really didn't question you a lot, you were that good at lying and hiding plus they are your friends too. You continued on with your life, trying to distract yourself. You were currently asked to bring some materials to Tohru's room. "Oh, (y/n)! That looks heavy!" She mused, standing up to help you settle the materials on the teacher's desk.

You stayed for a while, laughing at how they teased Kyo with Tohru. Sometimes you just want to smack the two at how oblivious these two are to their feelings. Seeing them, reminded you of Hatsuharu. Your heart dropped, spacing out of the window, you wondered if he's doing well.

There's something off about the day, you just felt anxious, like something bad is going to happen.

"Oh, Haru turned dark and is currently on a rampage during the homeroom!" Momiji grinned. "What? Why didn't you say earlier!?" You and the others dashed out of the room, bumping towards several people.

You could hear him breaking the windows, the other students and teacher were ourside frightened. You entered the room, everything was a mess.

Kyo immediately tried to talk some sense into him. "Shut up stupid cat. You're very existence causes trouble for us, all! Stupid cat!" His remarked annoyed Kyo immediately.

"Haru, I don't know why you're causing a rampage, but you shouldn't do that here." Hatsuharu clicked his tongue. You knew this was your fault, you knew why he was angry. Seeing him at this state, made you doubt if your decision was right. "Princess Yuki is such a worry-wart. Afraid I'll accidentally transform on my rampage?" His eyes met yours, a frown replacing his smirk.

"What? You're here? How lame." You stepped closer, hands up in surrender. "Haru, stop it. Calm down." Your voice angered him even more. "Stupid. Stupid. So damn, stupid! You're so twitchy, you'll feel a lot better if everyone would know." He reached out to you, grabbing your arm roughly.

"H-Haru...it hurts..." His grip around you tightened, pulling you closer until Kyo punched him. "I don't care what's your problem but is that how you should treat your girl?!" Kyo placed you behind him, shielding you from Hatsuharu.

"What's it to you? She's not my girl anymore." Hatsuharu's words struck you, you felt yourself losing your composure. "Oh I see. You went for the kitty cat didn't you? I shou-" You cut him off with a slap. His cheeks immediately became swollen, everyone stood shocked at the scene. "Enough, Haru..." You walked out of the room, eyes following you everywhere.

Your steps became faster as the time passed, slowly turning into a full sprint. You didn't know where you were going, you just wanted to get out of there.

The teacher managed to settle the issue down by pouring water to both of them, calming Hatsuharu in a snap. After some counselling, Hatsuharu met up with the others, apologizing for his behavior before noticing you were not there. "Where's (y/n)?" He managed to choke out, it was clear to them that he was very anxious.

"She ran out and we haven't seen her since earlier." Tohru answered, fidgeting, not knowing how he would react.

Hatsuharu excused himself, wanting to look for you. You couldn't have gotten that far, he knows you enough to know where you would go. He reached the door to the rooftop, staring at it blankly. You were crying, he was sure of it, so why can't he just open the damn door?

He was scared.

Scared of what you would say to him, scared to lose you more.

"Triple shit." He cussed, letting the door open, hands shielding his eyes from bright rays. He immediately saw you sitting down, music blasting through your phone.

Your eyes were closed but you knew he was there, a shadow loomed over you. You refused to open your eyes, you too were afraid.

Is this what happens when you fall inlove? Is this what love really is? To be afraid of one another yet still want to cling to one another even knowing the fact that they can hurt you anytime?

Hatsuharu doesn't care about anything anymore, he can't let you go, he could never let you go. You were more important to him, he was just selfish. He couldn't let go of the past but he wants a presen and a future with you.

Hatsuharu is more than willing to put his past behind and put you first, that's what he realised during those days of solitude.

He grabbed your arm, pulling you closer to him, still being wary of not hugging you to close in order to prevent himself from transforming despite how startled you were. "Haru...?" You whispered, hands automatically finding its way around his body.

"Ah, I know now.." He smiled, enjoying the way your body tangled. "Home. I never realised it before. (y/n), you're my home." He buried his head against your neck, letting himself succumb to your scent.

"I'm sorry. I'm so fucking sorry for not being a good boyfriend. I know, I don't deserve you but you can count on me to make me deserve you, if you let me. Will you let me back?" You stared at him, nodding softly, before leaning in for a kiss.

Hatsuharu pulled you closer, his hand behind your head, deepening the kiss. It was desperate but passionate, the two of you missed each other. You love him, even if it hurts.

But is it really love if it doesn't hurt at all?

Your back was against the concrete, Hatsuharu straddled you, pinning you down as he continued to place kissed along your neck. "H-Haru! We can't do this he-ahh." Smirking upon seeing the purple hue on your neck, you smacked his chest. "But (y/n), let me show you how much I love you." He pouted, why did he have to be cute. Your fingeres played with his two-colored hair, you're really an idiot to this idiot.

"Yeah, yeah. Save it in closed doors will 'ya?" You stiffened, seeing Kyo and Yuki in the other side with a small tint of pink dusted on their cheeks. You immediately became flustered unlike Hatsuharu who calmly complained. "You guys are a cockblocker."

Tohru peered in, confused at why they are standing si stiffly. "Kyo? Yuki? Did you find the-" "IDIOT! DON'T LOOK!"

Hatsuharu had to leave to continue talking with his parents. He got suspended for a week while you were "sick" for a week as well.

Hatsuharu made it up to you for a whole week, assuring you that you will now be his first choice. You didn't have to worry about Rin anymore becuase everytime he needed to visit her, it was with you. He would always shield you if things became a little complicated, covering your ears when she said spiteful words, making me drag you out. That was the last time he visited Rin.

Now he's very clingy to you! Devoting his time and energy to you and only you. "(y/n), why are you too close with Yuki. I don't like it." Hatsuharu held you close, glaring at Yuki who just let out a sigh.

"Love birds."

#fruits basket #kyo sohma #yuki sohma #hatsuharu sohma x reader #haru x reader #fruits basket scenarios #fruits basket x reader

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possum-rat · 3 years

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Not fun memories involving fire

(Y/n) bolts up from a bed. Sticky hot sheets sticking to their legs. Someone took the time and effort to unzip most of the pant leg turning the cargo pants into shorts, and pull off the sweater leaving them in a whitish shirt.

Their head aching they press their palms to their temples in an attempt to relieve some of the pain. "(Y/n) It's been a while! How are you?" Wilbur's voice erupts cheerfully. (Y/n) drops their hands to their lap staring intently at their grayish-tinted hands. "T's only been a few weeks Wilbur." They murmur tiredly. "Uh no? It's been a few years. Like 6 years." Replies Wilbur confused. "You feeling okay?"

(Y/n) frowns slightly and replies "Nah haven't been for the past... Wait how old am I?-" There's a pause as (Y/n) counts on their fingers before continuing completely serious "Uh not for the past like 16 years. But hey I'm alive? With 1 more life!" Wilbur blanches. "How the hell- What? How'd you lose your first?"

(Y/n) freezes and coughs. "Uh. Long story?"

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"(N/N)? LOVE? WHERE ARE YOU?" A panic-filled voice shouts from beyond the burning cottage. As smoke fills (y/n's) lungs they cough violently as they look around for a small tuxedo kitten. "Ailuros? Where are you?" They wheeze. As the fire continues eating at any and all flammable objects (Y/n) runs toward a shucker box. Patting their hand on the burning embers they grab the Shulker box and quickly tap the air infront of them before placing the box inside.

a pitiful mew comes from beside their feet."Ailuros." The word spills from (y/n's) mouth before they can stop. The small cat leaps up onto their open arms. Clutching the cat close to their chest they run toward the nearest door. Kicking it open their greeted by an angry mob.

shouting and sadistic grins illuminated by the light off the flickering burning flames.

(y/n) backs up dropping the cat allowing it to run. "Lilith?" (Y/n) voice comes out below a whisper. Pulling a sword from their inventory they point it toward the Tall brutish men break down the front door. Sprinting out of the house and toward the opisiete window (Y/n) slams their foot into the side of the window. The tinkle of glass and sharp pain flashing up their leg make's (Y/n's) eyes water more. Jumping from the window the cool air is a welcomed reilef compared to the sweltering heat of the burning house.

Staring in disbelief at the sight faintly as if in the deepest corner of their mind a song begins to play. Melancholy and slightly sad.

"All my style

All my grace

All I tried to save my face

All my guts, try to spill

All my holes, try to fill

All my money been a long time spent

On my drugs, on my rent

On my saving philosophy

It goes, one in the bank, and the rest for me

It goes, all my troubles on a burning pile

All lit up and I start to smile

If I, catch fire then I change my aim

Throw my troubles at the pearly gates"

"(N/n) oh there you are! Oh, I was so worried!" Lilith's voice erupts from behind (Y/n) causing them to flinch still feeling adrenaline in their veins. "Oh thank god. I thought they killed you." (Y/n) murmurs as they pull the raven-haired girl into a hug. "Yeah I'm alive hun." The sound of metal against a sheath causes (Y/n) to tense up.

the cool feeling of a blade to skin causes (Y/n's) eyes to widen in fear. "Lilith?" They whisper fear evident in their voice. "Hm? What's wrong love?" Lilith asks calmly. "Why? Why do you have a blade?" (Y/n) asks quietly as they back up while Lilith grins and points the blade toward them.

"Tch. You afraid to die? Hm? Does death scare you?" She erupt coyly as she adjusts her long dark green blazer gently pulling a long slightly waves strand of dark hair off before rolling it in her fingers and dropping it to the ground. "Ye-yes. It does." (Y/n) mumbles quietly.

"Well (y/n) you should remember. Those stupid children's books you'd read? Percy Jackson? Love and death aren't as different as one might think. You shouldn't fear death." (Y/n) feels their heart beginning to beat against their heart as they back into a tree. As they scoot away from it they trip over a root and smack to the ground.

"You're pathetic." Lilith snarls. The world blinks in and out of existence. "How in the world do you think I could ever like-Love someone like you?" She scoffs "I mean. I only stuck around because you're the famous '(Y/n)! The famous Healer/Alchemist! You know Wilbur Soot. How the fuck do you think I'd ever love you."

she bends closer toward (Y/n) placing the heel of her boot into their throat. "Oh." (Y/n) says simply.

Death gently places a soft kiss upon (y/n) forehead.

-----

(y/n) rubs their neck nervously as they stand up. "Anyway. Wilbur, do you have a potion stand?" Wilbur nods and stands up. As the two of them walk out of the tiny little makeshift hut (Y/n) spots the distance figure of Tubbo and Tommy. Sprinting toward them wincing at the light.

"TUBBO!" they screech as they pull the Ram-hybrid into a hug. "(Y/n)? YOU PRICK I WAS TALKING TO HIM."

Tubbo wraps his arms around them in return. As they cling to each other (Y/n) stands up holding Tubbo like a child. "Jesus Christ- Wow you've grown," Tubbo says excitedly. "Welp I need to go to the nether to grab some supplies wanna come with?" (Y/n) asks more to Tommy than Tubbo.

the two agree, letting (Y/n) get more appropriate clothes on. As the trio walk-Run toward the portal Tommy asks confused "Why do you seem taller?" The familiar whurring of the portal fills the silence as (Y/n) pulls at the brightly colored sky blue sweater before rolling up the sleeves. "Uh that'd probably be the boots? Anyway what's happened? How've you been?" They say as they follow the other two boys.

"Oh not much, the usual. Well Part from being killed once." Tubbo informs as he walks infront of (y/n) his brown hair bouncing slightly as he walks. "Hm. So you both have 2 lives left?" They mutter quietly. "Okay."

Small whispers in their head begins creating a wave of sound.

"Keep them safe."

"Watch Tommy."

"Grape."

"Meow."

the voices eventually move on too chanting "Meow." Contentedly. The whistle of a fire ballT makes (y/n) jump. Turning toward the sound they shove Tommy's head down along with Tubbo's just in case. They flinch violently as a freezing feeling spreads over their cheek and neck along with part of their forearm.

The sudden alarmed shout of Tubbo and Tommy causes (Y/n) to jump and turn toward them in fear. "Are you alright?" They ask. The sound of a skeleton walking towards them causes Tubbo to tense up. "Tommy? Do you wanna stick with them? I just got a message from Wilbur." Tommy nods uncertainly. As Tubbo dissapears (y/n) turns toward the skeleton.

"Child. Is this human being troublesome? Do you need me to remove him?" (Y/n) shakes their head wincing at the pain in their neck. "Tommy, go with Tubbo." Tommy happily obliges.

The world seems to tip and swirl underneath (y/n) feet.

-----

The loud crash of something metal causes (Y/n) to bolt upright. " YOU'RE GOING TO WALK THE CHILD DUMBASS." Snaps someone from out of sight. Another voice replies quietly "Please stop shouting. The child is awake." There's shuffling before two faces appear. (Y/n) squints at the trio. The tallest of the three has broken chain-mail armor layered over a purple uniform with a crest of arms on the left-hand side over their heart.

The skeleton nods and groans as they sit down infront of (Y/n).

"Hello (y/n) It's been awhile. But you probably don't remember me. You were but a baby. I'm Theodore." He says in a deep slightly raspy voice. (Y/n) nods and scans around. Theodore points toward the smallest of the three and informs " the one over their beside the door is Loren."

Loren gives a shy wave before tapping the wood on the side of the door. ".. - .-..-. ... / .- / .--. .-.. . .- ... ..- .-. . / - --- / ..-. .. -. .- .-.. .-.. -.-- / -- . . - / -.-- --- ..- / -- -..- .-.-.- -.--. -.-- -..-. -. -.--.-" it takes (Y/n) a second to decipher the tapping. Before translating it to "It’s a pleasure to finally meet you Mx.(Y/n)" Loren wears an off white dress shirt along with a pair of dark plum pinstripe pants, and a black corset. They smile kindly before glancing toward the ground. "It's nice to meet you Loren." (Y/n) rasps.

"And that over behind you is Clementine."

(Y/n) try's to look toward the direction Theodore had said but a hand presses against their shoulder. "Here let me move hun." A poofy dark blue shoulder poof thingy floats into view. An orate old dress appears into view. Clementine smiles ghostly at (y/n). "You're going to hurt yourself hun. When's the last time you had a proper glass of Wither affect?"

"What? I- I've never had a 'Proper glass of Wither affect?' I'm pretty sure it'll kill me?" They murmer.

"PREPOSTEROUS! This is why you were so weak and frail. SEE CLEMENTINE I TOLD YOU." Theodore states exasperated. Loren sends a look like "I'm sorry about them." Clementine sights and daintily sits down on the bed beside (Y/n) "hm. Dear? Are you okay? Oh cra- Sorry excuse my vulgar language. Theodore pass me the Potion of healing?" (Y/n) frowns and coughs "I'm not- I'm pretty sure that I'm fully human. I don't think wither would help me."

Loren shakes their head and taps the wall again. "No no. Your right about the human part. You're part human, and part well us." They state as they point to themself Clementine and Theodore.

(Y/n) nods slightly and sighs in relief at the cool sensation of the liquid against the raw burnt skin. "OH CRUD- Sorry, but I really need to go find my friends. Do you have a portal by chance?" (Y/n) yelps as they sit up causing Clementine to jump.

Loren nods and taps "We have two compasses. One will lead you home and the other here. Please come back. We'd like to see you more as we're not able to go to the overworld. It get's quite lonesome down here."

(Y/n) nods and smiles as they pull on the fresh clothes the three of them had given. As Loren hands one compass (Y/n) realizes that the three of them have matching golden rings adorning their ring fingers.

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As (y/n) gets out of the portal they're greeted by a confused/concerned Eret. "(Y/n)? Where've you been?" They ask bewildered. (Y/n) frowns slightly and asks "Honestly no idea. But where's Tubbo and Tommy- wait I still haven't made a hous- nevermind." They look down to Eret and ask "so what's happened? I've probably missed something?" Eret shifts uncomfortably before saying.

"Uh so L'manberg was blown up everybody lost a life. Part from me and a few others. I don't remember who thought. Tommy has 1 life left I think." He trails off before turning the other way and murmurs "I betrayed them. (Y/n) I helped kill them. I've been dubbed a traitor."

(Y/n) nods understandingly "Hm. Well, if you did what you think is right then that's on you. If they're calling you a tratoir then so be it. I'll still stick by your side." Eret smiles slightly and says "You said you needed to make a house? Do you need supplies?" (Y/n) shakes their head before replying "Nah I'll get that stuff myself. I'll go visit Philza."

"By the way. Nice outfit." Eret says.

(Y/n) scans their outfit taking in the outfit for the first time. A purple shawl-type thing with golden detail over a pale off-whitedress shirt with poofy teardrop-shaped sleeves, tucked into black pants and blackish boots. Glancing at their arms they realize that they're wearing marble patterned like gloves. Affecticivly protecting them against the sun, and any harsh weather.

Tapping the air infront of themself they click onto 'Main menu'

There's a suck before a sudden 'Pop'

As they sit in an empty blank room they scroll through the options of 'Servers' eventually there gaze lands upon a server and seeing Philza's name amount the others They click.

#y/nxmcyt #mcyt #eret myct #tommyinnit #tommy and tubbo

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katsukikitten · 4 years

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Hey... I just got dumped by my boyfriend and I was wondering if I could get something with either Bakugou or Kirishima finding out that the reader was dumped and trying to comfort her but ending up confessing. Sorry if it's too specific

FUCK THAT GUY

YOU DONT NEED HIM SIS! BYE BOI BYE

I know it's hard right now but every shitty thing happens to make way for something new and something ten times better. I'm sending my love and here is an emergency fic for you. Depending on time I might add kiri later. XOXO -kitten

"Wow really stopping for 'water'." He growls but you pay him no mind. More than eager to check your phone to see what your boyfriend is up to.

"Can it Bakubastard." A hiss as you phish your phone from your bag, unlocking it in a swift motion before the whole world stills.

And then stops.

Your heart pounds in your chest as you read the text message for what feels like the thousandth time in the span of a few nanoseconds.

Breathing suddenly becomes difficult as your vision blurs, a cold sweat settling over your skin as your heart detaches itself. Splitting in two just to rest like a brick in your stomach and a throbbing lump in your throat.

You choke and it quickly turns into a broken sob as you read aloud what was possibly the worst news you could receive from someone you loved so dearly.

And had spent so much of the past two years with.

"I've found someone else.....Good bye forever Y/N."

No.

Nononononononononononononononono

FUCKING NO!

You didn't fight this hard to keep this relationship afloat just for it to fucking fail. Fat droplets mix with sweat as they run down your cheeks, what was meant to be a quick break in training had turned into a nightmare.

Your breathing hitches as an angry tremor shakes your frame.

Scarlet eyes notice your rigid stance and borderline panting. He notes you're breathing much too hard and much too abnormally for it to be from exertion.

"Oi, brat!" He yells, growing impatient as you choose to give your phone all your attention.

Attention you should be giving him instead of your shitty boyfriend.

"What you can't handle the heat, Princess?!" He taunts stepping dangerously closer, deadly palm reached out to grasp your shoulder.

He doesn't normally like to touch people and even rarer is he jealous that the attention is not on him despite his showy attitude.

You look to him, eyes clouded with numb tears as shock begins to settle in, his touching you brings you back to Earth only for it to crumble beneath your feet. His eyes widen and for a moment he thinks he is the cause of your tears but when scarlet eyes spot that damned contact with heart emojis by the name he begins to see red.

Red that deepens when he actually READS the text displayed on your screen. You lock it quickly, wiping at the tears that spill over.

"Its nothing. Its fucking nothing." You answer before he can explode, "Just fucking fight me you asshole."

You shove him back into the training circle feeling angrier pushing down the sadness that bubbles to the surface.

He wants to tell you no, that fighting while emotionally impaired is worse than fighting drunk but as he watches your delicately powerful form get into stance he growls. Mirroring your movement and allowing you the first move.

You lunge fist raised only for it to be caught. Using the stopped inertia to your advantage you quickly grab hold of his forearm to hold yourself as you swing your left leg high.

Your foot connects beautifully to his toned forearm instead of that damned face. He narrows his eyes no longer wearing a taunting smirk as he become serious.

He wraps a muscled arm around your lifted leg and your own forearm, twisting his body to build momentum.

Spinning around once flinging you into the air backed by a powerful explosion.

You somersault, hands instinctively grasping for something before you take in a deep breath.

Landing on your feet like a cat, lunging again and this time with more wrath.

More rage as the text burns into your retinas pounding your solid fists into Bakugo's forearms shaped in an X.

Sending enough force it reverberates through your own bones, skin blooming in deep splotches of purple beneath your own moody knuckles.

Bakugo does nothing to counter, seeing each opening you have and choosing not to attack.

Waiting for you to tire yourself out which comes quickly, as you send your last fist, hearing your boyfriend, or should you say EX boyfriend's voice velvet soft in your ear.

"I'll love you until the end of time."

"I've found someone else."

Mixing the phrases together until your stomach clenches and the bubbling sadness finally erupts in the form of hot tears.

The fist connects causing dust to plume in the air as he slides back a couple of inches. Scarlet still glued to you as he watched your body shudder, before it quakes, knuckles still kissing forearms before you finally crumble body shaking from the weight of your tears.

From the weight of your heartbreak while soft eyes watch the strongest person he knew crumble before him.

You let your arm fall and then he encircles you with his own. You cling to him then, knuckles turning white as they fist his quickly dampening shirt. Shoving your face into tense muscles as you openly sob.

Loudly enough it attracts other students only for them to shy away once they get a glimpse of the death stare that Bakugou serving. That and his deadly aura in general. If it could he seen it would be an all consuming black and deep blood red as his murderous intent floods the universe.

But he can't just go out and murder this asshole right now, you need him.

You really fucking needed him, slowly your tears dry up as you hic, gasping for breath feeling utterly stupid to cling to someone who probably barely considers you a friend.

"Bakugou...I'm sorry I..." He squeezes you tighter to him, growling as he does.

"No, FUCK THAT GUY! Don't apologize for what that shit bird did. He's a fucking idiot to let you go."

"Y...you're just saying that." Blush creeps in your cheeks as your proximity to Bakugo becomes painfully obvious. You swallow thickly worried he's only giving you pity instead of his normal gruff self. He scoffs before taking in a deep breath.

"I'm not just fucking saying that. You know I don't lie to spare people's feelings. I fucking mean what I say. Always." He bites out venom aimed wholly at someone he's never had the displeasure to have met, "I would never pull this bullshit with you. As much as you piss me off your smile makes me happy. And I'll do anything to protect your smile, Princess."

Your heart beats on the ribs in your chest, banging on its boned cage desperately wanting to be free. He presses venom soaked lips tenderly onto your forehead.

You breath out a shaky sigh but he goes on.

"You don't have to return my feelings anytime soon. Or hell maybe you won't ever feel that way about this Bakubastard just know that I'll protect you. I will *win* for you and be sure you win too. Cause I've always been your Bakubastard."

#bakugo comfort #bakugou comfort #katsukibakugou #katsuki bakugou #bakugo x reader #katsuki bakugo x reader #bakugou x reader #bnha x reader #bnha comfort #bnha asks #bnha ask prompt #bnha ask

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shadowess · 3 years

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It’s Alright It’s Ok

I jump out of my bones as my father's angry yell erupts from the house like a slamming door. Instantly my heart feels the frost of fear glaze over the surface of my beating organ. Swallowing thickly I get off my bed and hide my computer under my bedsheets, closing it's lid to hide it's light. Silently slipping out of my bedroom I move into the hallway and walk past the laundry basket, heading into the kitchen where my parents argue, the tension that has been building for two weeks finally bursting open like a damn. I would give it a day, maybe two, before their bedroom door be locked while my father hurt my mother. Then it would take either myself or my sister bursting into tears to get them to stop fighting for another few months. Swallowing thickly, I kept my eyes down as I moved into the battle zone, Shadow, my cat, rubbed around my legs, demanding biscuits. He didn't care about the chaos, he was probably use to it by now. Opening the cabinet under the sink I got his food out as my father and mother screamed at each other.

"Shut up Carol!" The man yelled, his eyes bulging and veins pulsing in his neck. He was in my mother's face, screaming at her. The woman who had for ages from my childhood had mostly cried and screamed at this man to get off her, had began to fight back. She did that often. It only increased the fighting.

"You Shut Up!" She screamed back. I patted Shadow's back as he ate. He was a big black cat. Strong and in his youth. Going to the fridge I took a certain of milk and poured myself a glass, downing it quickly. The sound of the tv came from the lounge room. Going into the room I looked at my little sister who was watching one of my favorite cartoons. Kid vs Kat. Managing a smile, I took my place beside her. I always rooted for the cat. I don't know why, perhaps I just loved cats. Plus I could relate the mischievous chaoticness of the character. Or at least that's how I wanted to be. My mother's form entered the room just as the boy and the alien cat jumped into a cloud of dust meant to depict fighting.

"Ingrid, have you done your homework?" I sighed; couldn't she see I was trying to watch something?

"Yeah." I lied. I should have said I didn't have homework.

"Ok, well, let me have a look?" Although I appreciated my mother's involvement in school, as anyone who was anyone knew that my autistic brain couldn't understand anything the teachers gave me on paper. I also wished she wasn't as involved. I just wanted some space. I was sick of homework.

Begrudgingly I got up and went to my room, dragging my books out of my school bag and dumping them on the desk. I went and got a slice of left over pizza from the fridge and poured myself a cup of coke to try and calm my racing heart.

"Ingrid you have homework. Why did you lie?" I rolled my eyes, why did she think? I wished I had headphones like all the other kids at school. I just wanted to shut her out as she started to lecture me. Casting a blank wall around my brain I sat down at the table and started on the maths homework. My worst subject. Contrary to popular belief depicted in movies, not all autistic people are good at maths. I myself am a better at English than this. I had finished a six inch novel in a week. And I was the best story writer in class. But this doesn't matter much to the adults.

After being left alone to my own devices, I sat and stared at the first math question for about ten minutes before attempting to answer it. I know I am highly likely getting the answer wrong, but I just want to finish this and escape to my room. I wanna do this without my parents coming to help. Before I know it, it's seven in the evening. I've by now attracted the attention of my father who started by trying to help, has now ended up yelling after I have proved once again useless at math.

"Are you stupid!" he screamed at me as I sat with unwavering tenseness, staring at the page and refusing to move my gaze from the sheet. My chest was shaking. There was no other way to describe it. Outwards, I was calm. But inside my chest shook like a autumn leaf. I could feel everything building up inside me. I tried to level myself. Don't cry. Don't cry. Don't start crying. I repeated in my head.

"For God's Sake Ingrid! This is easy stuff! A Year 1 could do this!" He hollered and slapped my arm with a ruler. I didn't so much as flinch. I didn't want to give him that satisfaction.

"Do you even go to school!!??" I felt the first hiccup as I clenched my eyes shut and my sobs burst from my chest.

"Oh, great. Now your gonna cry." He muttered seethingly as though my melt down was a inconvenience. Mother was already serving out dinner wordlessly. This was a regular occurrence in our house. Homework that should only take five minutes, took three hours. Trying desperately to numb myself I packed up my homework to continue with tomorrow and wiped my eyes on my sleeve, trying to stop crying so I could eat dinner.

It's four in the morning when I sneak out of the house, dressed in my black hoody and trousers and my school bag on my shoulders as I lock the door behind me, take a breath, and take off running down the street. My runners pound on the side walk as I breath in the cold air of the early spring chill. I need this. Cold air, freshness, darkness just before the sun rises. Cars that pass through the street don't bother with the site of a teen girl running through the streetlights as though she were being chased. Even when my legs ache and I feel like my lungs are about to burst I don't stop. The sun's rays are barely kissing the trees by the time I reach the cultural center of my town. My throat crack a bit as a I swallow, having been dried out from my panting breaths. Rubbing sweat off my forehead I straighten up and stare at the sky. For a moment I want to disappear into the purple abyss above me. That'd be nice. Perhaps it'd be like in my stories. Just.... A life worth living perhaps. That'd be nice.

"Language!!" comes a shrieking yell from across the street. Snapping back to reality I look over to the collection of shops opening for the morning. I smile, feeling a familiar sense of warmness fill my numbed core as Bad is laughed at by his best friend, Skeppy, as the demon boy opens the shop door, peering at me with friendly white eyes. "Marr?" he calls. My smile softens as he uses my preferred name. I approach, shoving my hands into my pockets as a show of nonchalance. "Hey Bad." I raise a brow with amusement. Though he isn't fooled. He never is. I find myself pulled into a hug before I can even protest. Closing my eyes I hug him back, savoring the physical contact. That is until there is a photo snap and the blue haired boy snaps a picture. I frown and pull away.

"Skeppy! Delete that right now." I grumble, folding my arms with a frown.

"Nah. I think I'll add a few heart emojis." He teases as I fluster and puff up my cheeks. The demon beside me frowns, though his smile shows, he can never be mad at his friend. Rolling his white orbs he looks down at me gently.

"Breakfast. On the house." Bad and Skeppy were the only people I trusted. They didn't ask questions. Or offer to call anyone. They just let me hang out with them before work hours if I didn't want to be at home.

Nodding my head, I entered the café and sat down in a booth. Bad squeezed my shoulder and started the coffee brewer as Skeppy set up the tables and chairs for the day. Folding my arms to keep my fingers warm after I had pulled some of my hair out of my hood, I looked up slightly. Trying to think of a good way to start conversation.

"Did you guys sleep ok?" is it alright to ask that to people you don't live with?

Our words went back and forth in friendly small talk. Occasionally Skeppy would swear and get playfully told off by his friend. I would just laugh. Everyone in life is super serious. So it feels nice sometimes to just be around two goofs. I was given an expresso and hot pie. I savored the warm gravy taste, I wasn't even stressed but it was hard to not scoff it. A few people were starting to come in now. People on their way to work, stopping for a coffee and picking up take away. I wondered if it was nice. Living in a steady sense of movement. Where everything was the same and you knew what to do. Instead of struggling to hold together a toothpick structure simply cause nothing makes sense. I've missed opportunities for jobs simply because they've been offered while I was in the middle of a shut down. Same goes for friendships, or dates with boys, because I will just stare at them with a dumb panicked expression for a good five minutes while I try and figure out how to respond. In the end I am mistook for either rude or stupid. I am neither—Well ok I can be rude sometimes. But I'm definitely not stupid.

Feeling my anxiety levels raise I scull the rest of my coffee. Bad's tail stands on end in alarm as steam comes out of my mouth. "Careful you Muffinhead! You'll burn your tongue!" I shrugged with a smirking grin. "Hey look. I'm a dragon." I blow more steam out of my mouth. Skeppy busts up laughing from the kitchen as the demon sighs, rolling his eyes he ruffles my head. "Muffinhead." He mutters with a smirk. I hold up the cup. "Re-fill?" my hoody sleeve falls down slightly and the movement. Bad's smile slips and his eyes widen. "Holy shit what happened to your arm?" Skeppy chokes on a cackle. "Bad!?" finding it hysterical that the normally passive demon actually swore. I blinked and checked over my arm briefly, ah. Right. Pulling my sleeve down to cover the red marks from the ruler I shrugged. "Nothing. I'm fine." The demon stares for a moment before sighing in defeat. "At least let me get you some ice." Seeing the opportunity, I snicker, "But it's freezing!" Bad rolls his eyes, "For your arm, you Muffinhead." I poked out my tongue playfully.

With a cloth full of ice resting on my arm and a fresh cup of steaming coffee in front of me, I watch the pair work. Skeppy's diamonds are starting to sprout out of his arm. I do wonder how that doesn't hurt. But I'm just glad I'm not that kind of hybrid. Not that I'm any kind of hybrid. Considering how much the world changed after the Rifting, it's surprising that I'm not physically different as I am mentally. Even my sister is a Hybrid, despite my parents being human. She's a dog, by the fur coloring I'd say she's a kelpie. A car pulls up in the parking lot. It looks old, but the good kind of old. Kind of vintage, but not fancy. Just old. Through the windscreen three boys fight and seem to be bickering amongst each other. A tired looking man gets out. I recognize him. That's Philza, he shows up at school every now and then whenever Techno gets into a fight, or Tommy's pranks go horribly wrong, or Wilbur sasses out the teacher one to many times. He's a hybrid, either that or an angel. It's hard to tell. But he enters the coffee shop and walks to the counter. Huge black wings folded against his back.

"Bad, morning." He greet cheerfully and tips his weird stripped hat he always wears. I never liked that hat. It made me dizzy. He reads out a bunch of orders from a piece of paper, something about one flat-white, a mocha, a caramel latte, and a decaf frappe for Tommy. Bad nods his head and asks Skeppy to handle the order. I frown and tilt my head a bit. The strangely serious demon comes out from behind the counter and takes Philza by the arm, talking softly with him. I blink in surprise when they both look subtly towards me. I look down at the welt on my arm, pulling down the sleeve I bring my hand to my mouth and start to chew on my thumb knuckle. It seems I have over estimated the level of trust I should have given Bad. Rocking back and forth a bit I pick up my coffee cup to down it in one go. Don't trust grown ups. I'm about to pull my hood up when Philza comes over to my table, smiling down at me softly. I stare up at him with confusion. Fiddling with my fingers nervously.

"Hello, your Marr, right?" He raises a brow, his green eyes glinting with humor. My face heats up, and I avoid his eyes. "Uh.. yeah.. I think so..." he chuckles at this and puts his hand on the chair on the other side of the table. "Can I sit hear?" I blink in surprise, teachers and my parents never asked permission before they did things. Atleast my mum never did when she went through my school bag. Nor my did my dad when he turned down the music on my computer. I nod my head, continuing to rock back and forth. Sitting down he took off his hat, putting it in his lap. I stared at his blond hair that hung down to his shoulders. A crooked smile came upon his face, before it faded slowly. "Are you ok?" I started to scratch my arm. "I'm fine." This was my default response to most questions. He nodded his head as if this was a appropriate answer, he didn't pry. "How do you plan on getting to school, do you take a bus?" I shake my head, shrugging. I normally walk. Which is why I'm always late. He chuckles and takes his hat, putting it back on. "Well mate, if you'd like I can give you a ride, no strings." He winks good-naturedly. I look down, thinking for a bit. I don't trust strangers, even people with kids my age are dangerous. I look at Bad, chewing my lip. The demon smiles warmly and nods. Ok, I guess I'll give it a shot. I nod, "Yeah.. ok."

The hybrid gets to his feet quickly, "Great!" just in time for his order to be declared ready. With crow like laugh he takes the tray. "Welp, come on! The boys'll kill each other otherwise." he chuckles and heads out the door. After a moment of hesitation I follow him. The boys seem surprised when they spot me. Through a open window Philza hands the tray to Techno, a piglin hyrbid. I try not to stare at his tusks, it's rude. "Wilbur scoot over." Philza instructs his eldest son, opening the door for me. Tommy and his brother exchange a look before Wilbur undoes his seatbelt of shuffle over. I feel awkward as I get in, doing up my seatbelt and doing my best to avoid looking at the boys. As Philza turns on the engine there is a awkward, surprised silence. Until there isn't. "Who's the woman!?" Tommy inquires loudly. I wince.

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stanbillyhargrove · 3 years

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Demons - The Rewrite

Chapter 13: Please Don’t Give Up On Me

"You're a mess."

"Wha-" I spun, looking for the voice.

"Do you blame yourself?"

It echoed through the dark, impossible to locate.

"What?"

"Well it's quite common for someone in your position to feel guilt."

"My position?"

I felt a hand on my side but spun to see only emptiness.

"...the accident. It is your fault, isn't it?" The voice whispered.

"...no."

"You were stupid."

"No.."

"Just a stupid little girl. Admit it."

"That's not-"

A figure appeared in front of me, hand clamping around my throat. I clamped my eyes shut with a scream and it lifted me until my toes left the ground.

"Look at me!" It screamed.

Slowly, I cracked my eyes open to look down at another version of myself. Dead, milky eyes looked back at me. It's lips were blue and cracked, purple veins starting to spread from the corners.

"Admit it! It's your fault! You're a stupid whore! You asked for it! You let it happen, didn't you?"

"Stop, please."

It's hand tightened around my throat, nails starting to dig in.

"Didn't you?!"

"Yes! Yes, it's my fault!" I cried, tears slipping down my cheeks.

It cocked it's head at me with a sick, crunching sound and lowered me back down.

"You can't hide from me."

I jolted awake, my ears ringing and my pillow damp with tears.

I waited in the kitchen with a Tupperware container of toast and a travel mug full of coffee that I had spiked when my mom had left the kitchen to shower. Billy’s car pulled into the driveway, music booming.

I walked over to the bathroom door, calling out over the water, “bye, Mom!”

With a deep breath I grabbed my things and walked out of the house, meeting Billy in the driveway for a kiss. He pulled away from me, his eyebrows knit together and walked to the passenger side of the car, opening the door for me.

“Thanks, Billy,” I tried to sound cheery, “morning, Max. Want some toast?” I asked, opening the container and offering it to both siblings.

Billy and Max exchanged a look before digging in, finishing off the toast quickly. Max started talking about her classes, how she wasn’t understanding some of the work while Billy sucked the jam off his fingers.

“Well I could come over after school and help you out if you want,” I offered.

Billy nearly choked, “no! Absolutely not.”

“Why not? Max needs help with her homework,” I looked at him, confused.

“You’re not stepping foot in our house, Cat. You hear me? Not optional,” his jaw clenched and his fingers tightened on the steering wheel.

I knew why.

Neil had been extra angry lately. Had been drinking more. Even snapped at Max a couple times.

I pouted for a second, “well then why don’t you come to my place? It would be nice to have some company, my mom will be gone.”

They looked at each other in the rear view mirror before Billy nodded, “sure, that sounds great, Babe.”

Max beamed from the backseat, “can we get pizza?”

Billy’s chuckled as he pulled into the school parking lot, “sure, Max. We’ll pick some up after school.”

We all got out of the car, Max waving goodbye enthusiastically as she skated off. When I turned around I was suddenly face to face with Billy, who was glowering down at me.

“B, what’s wrong?” I asked, confused.

He grabbed the coffee mug out of my hands and took a big swig, grimacing at the taste before unscrewing the lid and tossing the contents on the ground.

“What the fuck?!”

“I could smell this as soon as you left the house. Max could smell it. What’s going on?”

“Billy, I-” I was interrupted by the school bell and sighed in relief. “We’re going to be late, let’s go. We can’t do this now.”

Billy grabbed my wrist, not moving, “but you will tell me?”

“Yes, I’ll tell you. Later,” that seemed good enough as he set his jaw and slipped his hand down to lace our fingers together to walk into the school with me.

–

By lunch my anxiety was through the roof, I wished desperately for the coffee Billy had dumped out this morning.

I was nervously chewing my fingers and leaning on Billy’s car. When I saw him walking towards me I clenched my fists, letting my nails dig into my palms and tried to decide what I was going to tell him.

“Hey,” his lips pulled into a tight line across his face as he took a pack of cigarettes out of his pocket, lighting one.

“Hey..”

“So, you gunna tell me what’s going on with you?”

“Billy..I-”

“No,” he interrupted, a stern look on his face, “tell me.”

I sighed, “can we go somewhere else?” I asked, hugging my arms to my chest.

Anywhere else. I just need more time.

His eyes softened, “yeah, Baby. We can go somewhere else.”

He walked around the car to open the passenger door, letting me get in before gently closing it. Billy’s familiar scent filled my nose, leather, cologne and cigarettes calming my nerves.

“Are you hungry?” He asked, pulling into the diner parking lot.

“I’d eat some of your fries and a diet coke,” I answered with a tired smile.

Billy nodded and left me in the car to get his lunch. As soon as he left I started shaking, my heart pounding as I thought of what to tell him. Tears threatened to fall while I waited.

Billy returned to the car, a bag of food clutched in his hand and a confused look on his face when he saw me wiping my eyes.

“Babe, you’re worrying me,” he spoke quietly, “are you breaking up with me?”

“No! That’s not it, Billy. I promise.”

He exhaled loudly, shoulders sagging in relief and started up his car.

When we pulled up to our spot in the forest, Billy turned off the car and pulled the bag of food into his lap, rummaging through for his burger. I sipped on my diet coke, watching him devour the burger.

Eventually he looked over at me with a cocked eyebrow, “well?”

“Billy, I’ve just had a lot of shit going on y'know? Like, it’s hard being alone so much, I haven’t been sleeping much and the party when you weren’t there..”

He bowed his head, “I’m sorry about that, I’ve told you.”

I waved my hand at him, “no, it’s not you. I just got freaked out about what happened. Then we were fighting and then I said.. the thing.. that we haven’t talked about and I was so worried that I fucked us up,” tears were spilling down my face now.

Billy reached across the car, grabbing my hand and sighed, “Cat. It didn’t fuck anything up.”

“Do you though?” I sniffed.

“Do I what?”

I pulled my hand out of his and scoffed, getting out of the car.

Billy followed soon after, “Baby?”

I wrapped my jacket around myself tightly and stared at him, “Billy. Do you love me or not?! Either you’re in or out, I don’t want to beat around the bush and pretend it never happened anymore.”

He was in front of me in an instant, grabbing my face, “I’m in. I’m always in for you, Cat.”

“I love you, Billy,” I whispered, wrapping my arms around his back and twisting my fists in his jacket.

“I love you,” he whispered.

He clutched me to his chest as he kissed me, like he was afraid if he let go it wouldn’t be real. My heart still ached, I thought about telling him everything but I couldn’t get the words out. It’s like my throat had been ripped out and I couldn’t make a sound. Couldn’t break the happy bubble that Billy was in now.

–

"Steve!" I called down the hallway.

He leaned back from his locker, shutting it as he turned. I pulled him out of the way of other students, towards to doors to the school.

"What's up?"

"Shopping. This week sometime. I want to go to the dance."

"Are you sure?"

I noticed Billy leaning against his car across the parking lot and smiled before turning to walk backwards in front of Steve.

"Please, Stevie? Go shopping with me?"

He softened, "yeah, okay."

Billy and Max had made quick work of the pizza we bought while I nibbled at one piece, taking as small of bites as possible to make it last.

“Not hungry, Cat?” Max asked, mouth full of crust.

“Maxine,” Billy scolded, “don’t talk with your mouth full.” She poked her tongue out at him and he cocked an eyebrow at me, “you didn’t eat many fries earlier either. You okay?”

I nodded taking a bigger bite of the pizza, “I’m fine, see?”

He frowned, holding my gaze sternly before looking back at Max, “alright, Shitbird. Where’s your homework?”

Before they left, Billy pulled me aside and told Max to wait in the car. Gentle hands grabbed my arm, tugging me to the side of the door.

“Cat. Are you sure you’re okay?”

I smiled, patted his cheek, “B, I’m okay.”

He grabbed my wrist over my sweater, held it tight to his face, “would you tell me if you weren’t? You can tell me anything. You know that, right?”

I nodded, “I’m fine, B. Really-”

“Cat, you were drinking at school. That doesn’t seem fine to me,” his eyes were intense, voice dropping low, “I was thinking about it and I haven’t seen you eating much. Is that why you passed out?”

My heart raced, not now, not like this, “B…”

“Billy? We should go! Before Neil gets mad!” Max called from the car.

He groaned, “finish this later?”

“Yeah,” I breathed, “yeah, later.”

He nodded, pressed his lips to my forehead, “I love you, Cat.”

“I love you, B,” I whispered, heart pounding in my throat.

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xxgoblin-dumplingxx · 4 years

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Sick Little Games: Thirty

“Who the fuck do you think you are?” you rasp, swinging at him again. “You take. And take. and take.’ Each take is punctuated by another blow. One not near as hard as the one that had him cradling his arm to his middle in a desperate attempt to protect it. But each one still calculated to knock him off his course.

“What the fuck did I do that was worth this? What did I do to any of you?” Tears are sliding down your face, and Bucky has a sudden, dawning, painful realization that you aren’t just speaking of the petty, sick little games he played with your heart. But to the universe, it’s self. Your heart had shattered into dangerous shards. Shards you could use to shred the flesh off your own bones. But you’d happily start with Bucky’s in the meantime. Because he was there. And because he underestimated you.

“Y/N,” he panted, trying to step out of your path. The lights overhead dim considerably, and Bucky knows you’re gearing up for another blow. One that would probably kill him.

“Fuck you,” you growl, starting forward again, teeth bared in the rictus of a smile that made his blood run cold. “They warned you. Everyone warned you.”

“I can make it better,” he tried, “I can fix it.”

The laugh that comes out of your throat isn’t yours. It rasps like a saw on wood. Old and rough. It’s a sound he’s never heard. Ever. And he doesn’t know if anyone had. “You can fix it?” you bark, laughing that awful rasping laugh. “You caused it, you stupid lump of fuck.” He doesn’t get a chance to reply. A blow to the side of his head breaks his jaw. Shuts him up, alright. He can’t do anything but lie on the mat and pray that you might be merciful.

But there is no mercy in your heart now. Reason and compassion have fled and left behind only rage and pain. Bucky’s ears are ringing, and he can hear his jaw knitting back together slowly. Vaguely over that, he can hear the sound of steel being drawn. He can’t move, and he knows you’re compelling him to stay down.

He knows somewhere vaguely in his mind that this. This is the end. That whatever has taken over you, won’t listen to your better nature.

He can’t breathe. He can’t think. And as everything goes black at the edges. It... hurts him. For the first time in a long time, he is scared.

Clint and Natasha freeze on the threshold. Blood running cold. Your spine is contorted. Arms lengthened. Teeth sharp. Natasha tries to stop him, drawing a gun, but Clint creeps forward slowly. “Y/N,” he says softly, “Don’t do this.”

Your head turns towards him, and Clint feels his stomach turn when he notices Bucky’s arm is a queer ‘S’ shape on the ground. “He deserves it,” you growl.

“But you don’t,” he says carefully. “You’re not a killer. Not like this.” Your breathing is ragged, and Clint knows that you’re at the end of your strength. And for that he’s thankful. He’s also grateful that the predator in your head is stupid when it’s angry. And that it likes to play with its prey. Like a cat. It means it wastes time. And energy. The energy you could have used to just tear Bucky’s heart out and feed it to Lucky.

“Murderer,” you growl, teeth grinding.

“That wasn’t murder,” he says, keeping his hands where you can see them, Trying not to enjoy Bucky turning Purple trying to sputter apologies. “That was self-preservation, babe.”

The sound you make isn’t human. It raises the hair on the back of his neck, and he wills himself to stay still. To keep himself from backing away from you. He can see you under the misshapen form of your spine and your arms. The changes to your jaw. You look monstrous. But you are not a monster. He reaches out a hand, trying to coax you off of him.

Steel presses against Bucky’s throat, and Clint swallows hard, “Don’t do this,” he pleads, “Come with me, baby. You’re better than this. Better than him.”

The sharp point starts to draw blood, and Bucky gasps. Behind him, Clint hears Natasha quietly cock her gun. He knows Nat won’t shoot to kill. Not you. But he knows she’ll shoot to hurt you. As badly as she can. Anything to get everyone out of this room alive.

You look down at Bucky. Silver eyes unfathomable. Dispassionate. And as you raise the sword, quicker than a viper’s strike, Natasha shoots it from your hand, pushing you off of Bucky with a cry of pain as the last of your strength is pushed to healing the wounded hand.

Clint is away from Bucky and kneeling next to you, kissing your face tenderly and wrapping a bandana around your hand hastily. “I couldn’t let you do it,” he said softly. “Nat couldn’t let you do it,” he soothed.

Tears run down your cheeks, and all you can do is curl around the pain in your chest and hug it to you. There is nothing to soothe it. No reason to get up. The rage and red haze are gone leaving behind only cold and crushing emptiness. “I should have died,” is all Clint sees fall from your bloodless lips.

“But you didn’t,” he whispers, pulling you gently into his arms, watching medical descend on Bucky. A swarm of helpful locusts. He doesn’t know what you did to the bones in his arm, but he’s willing to bet it had hurt. A lot. And was going to continue to hurt until it finally healed. “Nat,” he called softly.

The spy turned, her face going through several emotions. You looked small and scared. Even when the dam broke, you were never any bigger, but somehow, you took up space. She loped over quietly and knelt, touching your head tenderly, mindful that it hurt. “We need to get her in a subacute room,” he said quietly, “I don’t think we can love her out of this one.”

She catches Clint’s eye, and he looks worried. He never worries. Not like this, and as he tightens his grip on you, her heart twists. “I’ll call Banner,” she said, “Have him get her set up. And get a sedative on hand... If the barrier really is broken-” She stops when Clint winces.

“I know-” he said, “If she destabilizes it could- I mean.” He swallows hard. He can’t bring himself to say it.

“But Banner and Shuri can probably put it back. Buy time. Just- Just hold her. Whatever’s left of her will listen to you.”

He watches her go, phone to her ear and kisses your forehead. “We’ll be okay, baby.” he says softly, “Just hold on.”

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fight-surrender · 5 years

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Whumptober Day 23, 24: “Bleeding Out & Secret Injury”

Word count: 1610

Rating: T

Simon

“Fuck a nine toed troll!” I curse as I brush the furry grey creature off my shoulder and impale it with my sword. I tend to quote Penny when I do something stupid. Letting this creature get the drop on me was definitely stupid. Particularly given that it’s just taken a chunk out of my arm.

The animal is dangling from the tip of my sword, speared like a particularly gristly hors d’oeuvre. I bring it in for a closer look. It’s almost cute, vaguely guinea pig like, with grey fur tipped in black. Large purple eyes, green whiskers. Hell and horrors, it’s a polycythema vera.

Penny and Baz are going to kill me. Probably before this bite does.

They’re already angry that I took this job with the coven, rounding up invasive magickal species. Now I’ve gone and gotten myself bitten by one of the very species I was supposed to be hunting. This is just spectacular.

I flick the creature to the ground and stab it again for good measure.

Baz and Penny said they saw a vera in America, trying to get into Shep’s truck when we were escaping that rogue gang of freakish magical rejects in the dead zone. Somehow, one must have stowed away with us and now they’ve invaded England. Fortunately, the trolls rather think veras are delicious, so they keep the population in check. However, pockets tend to accumulate in the areas with fewer bridges. The Coven stepped in to help eradicate them and they asked me to help. I suppose that makes me a magickal pest control guy.

Veras aren’t particularly magickal. I think they can teleport for short distances, making them tricky to catch. They pack a nasty bite though. Their toxin does something to your spleen, making you bleed out internally, only your body keeps making more blood. So instead of passing out and dying like a normal person, you just sort of slowly fill up with blood til you like, explode or something. I haven’t really worked out the logistics.

Now I’ve been bitten.

I am not telling Penny and Baz.

Now that I’ve gotten my shit together (thank you new therapist) they have only recently stopped hovering over me. The last thing I need is them wringing their hands while I die a slow painful, possibly explosive death. I suppose I’ll say my goodbyes when things get bad and die alone in the woods, like a cat.

In the meantime, I imagine I should live my life to the fullest. Carpe diem and whatnot.

Baz:

Something is going on with Simon. He’s acting strange. Not necessarily in a bad way, it all just seems a bit…much. We’ve been out almost every day, a different activity. Yesterday, a leisurely tour of the British Museum, followed by curry and samosas in the park (he made me eat). He also made me return the books I stole all those years ago (I can’t believe he remembered that). Saturday was a visit to Ebb’s grave, deep in the wood. Last week we went to Paris, because he’s never been to France (he says the Watford sour cherry scones are still better than any French pastries).

It’s all been enjoyable; he’s been very attentive.

To me.

Loving, affectionate, present.

But it’s weird.

All of this significance. It feels a bit like a bucket list.

I’m trying to enjoy it, but I’ve been feeling off. Not myself. Like I can’t get warm and I can’t get full. I’m thirsty all the time, and nothing I do seems to be helping. I’ve eaten all the rats within a 20-kilometer radius and I’ve even resorted to buying blood from the local butchers. Nothing is helping.

I can’t get Lamb’s voice out of my head, telling me I was malnourished.

I refuse to follow that thought. I’m not—that.

But I’m also getting really tired. Like, exhausted. Like ‘it’s a struggle to get out of bed’ level tired.

I don’t know how much time I’ve got left.

Simon:

The poison is kicking in. I’m so tired.

Exhausted. Like, I feel as if my arms and legs were lead weights- tired. Dead dog tired.

I’m not sure how much time I’ve got left.

I don’t have to think about that right now because I’m actually in bed. With Baz, and there’s no place I’d rather be.

I’m the big spoon, because I’m always the big spoon. With my arm across his chest I pull him closer and hike my leg across his thigh. I carefully brush his hair away from his ear so I can murmur, “fancy a lie in?”

“Absolutely yes,” Baz croaks, voice thick with sleep. He intertwines his fingers with mine.

We both doze off.

Baz:

I wake before Simon. It’s an effort just to open my eyes.

I look at his arm, wrapped around my waist. His color is wrong, his once tawny skin is a vague mottled purple, how have I not noticed this?

Simon:

I open my eyes and look at Baz’s shoulder in front of me. He’s so pale he’s almost transparent. He’s thinner, I can see the bones poking through his skin. How have I not noticed this?

Baz rolls over and fixes me with his thundercloud eyes. “What the fuck is going on, Snow?”

“Er—what do you mean?” I’m stammering, this isn’t how I’d planned this to go.

“You’ve been dragging me through this virtual bucket list lately, you’re acting weird and now you’re purple!”

“It’s not a bucket list.” It is a bucket list.

“Answer the question.” Baz is using his “don’t fuck with me” voice.

Time to come clean then. I pick at an imaginary string on the duvet. “I may have been bitten by a vera.”

Baz’s eyebrows go down and he looks like he’s going to finish me off himself. “What? When? When the fuck were you going to tell me?”

My plan suddenly feels very stupid. “Well, I was going to tell you, when I felt… you know, closer to death.”

“Closer. To. Death?” Baz’s voice cracks. He looks extra murderous.

“Yeah, well, I didn’t want you to feel all sad and melancholy just because I was dying,” I reason.

Baz sighs and buries his head in my chest. “Simon, you splendid fucking moron.”

I think it might be safe to wrap my arms around his waist and pull him on top of me. I try it.

Baz raises his head and his fangs are popped. Not safe then. “Er—I’m not ready to die just yet, Baz.”

His hand goes to his mouth, I don’t think he realized his fangs were there. “Merlin, I’m a mess,” he says this giddily. “You’re a mess,” he’s laughing now. “We’re a mess squared,” he giggles, it’s a bit manic. He lays his head back on my chest.

I pat his back and smile awkwardly, I don’t laugh. I might blow.

Baz lifts his head again, wiping his eyes. “You see,” he stammers, “I have a problem.”

“OK…?” I offer.

He sits up a little, straddling me. He traces my scars with a long, pale finger. “I’m—starving.”

“Well, let’s order delivery then,” I grab his thighs to push him off so I can find my phone. He plants himself, hands to my chest and I can’t move. Vampire strength.

“No love, it’s not that,” he looks down, takes a breath then looks back at me. “I’m starving—of thirst. “The animal blood doesn’t seem to work anymore…” his voice trails off.

“Oh,” my mouth is hanging open, even though Baz has thoroughly trained me to close it.

“So here I am, the bloodthirsty vampire, dying of thirst,” he cracks up again, “with my half dragon boyfriend who is literally dying of excess blood.” He chortles and wipes his eyes again, “it’s like a goth Hallmark movie special. A match made in hell.”

He’s giggling, but he also looks a little sad.

“So,” I say, once he’s caught his breath. “Just so I have this straight,” I point at him, “you don’t have enough blood.” I point at myself, “and I’ve got too much of it?”

“Yes, that about sums it up,” Baz concedes.

Blimey, what are the odds?” I wonder.

“A million to one, I’d wager,” Baz sighs.

“Well, what are you waiting for, you barmy git? Come over here and bite me.”

“It’s not that simple, Snow.” Baz is frowning at me again.

“It bloody well is that simple, Baz,” I say feeling sparks of anger.

“What if I Turn you?” It’s almost a whisper.

“Shepherd said that most vampires don’t Turn people, and so what if you do? I’m going to die anyway if you don’t do anything. At least this way, you’ll get a good meal out of it, and we can figure out the rest later. We’ve been through worse.”

Baz pushes my hair off my forehead, “we have been through worse.”

I reach up and pull Baz back down on top of me. He settles on my chest. We’re nose to nose. I run my thumbs along his cheekbones. “Now come on and bite me. You look like shit you know.”

“Thank you, Snow. You’re looking rough and weedy yourself.”

I kiss him then, even though that’s probably not a good idea, given the blood lust.

“Are you ready?” I ask.

“No.”

“Will you do it anyway?”

“Yes.”

“I love you, Baz.”

“I love you too, Simon.”

I close my eyes, and then, in a rush of warmth and cedar and bergamot, Baz bites my neck.

#whumptober2019 #whumptober 2019 #whumptober day 23 #whumptober day 24 #carry on #wayward son #wayward son spoilers #sort of #not really #simon snow #baz pitch #pardon my grammar #pardon the typos #non beta'd

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lady-charinette · 5 years

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Don't Mess with a Parent - Dad Noir & MamaBug Drabble

Hugo would say his father was a very nice person, he usually seemed calmer than mom, but had many moments where he was goofy and teasing and fun. He worked hard but he always had time for him, Emma and Louis.

Hugo always loved his puns, except the dad ones, his sister liked those more. He thought his father was the kindest person he knew, that nothing could ever get him angry.

Hugo learned that day, that even his dad could lose his temper.

Very, very badly.

He was in the park playing with mom and Emma while Louis and dad went to get them ice-cream from uncle Andre. He was chasing after his little sister when it happened.

Something big with wings suddenly crashed into him and before he knew it, he was flying over Paris, hanging from some creature's mouth.

It looked like a lion but it had wings. "H-Hey! Lemme go! I want to go back to mom! Hey! Ow!" The lion tightened his grip around him, releasing a snarl before it swooped down into the city, flying through the traffic until it crashed into a building.

Hugo only ever saw those kinds of buildings in movies, where the bad guys had their hideouts.

When he was finally set down and Hugo saw a woman standing before him dressed in purple, he knew.

Those were the bad guys.

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Paris was used to the akuma attacks by now, they'd even taken safety measures against them. But nobody could predict what akuma Hawkmoth would send next and they weren't equipped to protect against all of them.

However, when an enraged Ladybug had landed on stage, disrupting Clara Nightingale's concert for a moment, the citizens of Paris knew something must've went horribly wrong as the whole room quietened down.

"My fellow citizens of Paris! There's been an akuma attack and a child was kidnapped! If any of you have seen Hugo Agreste, please report to me or Chat Noir as soon as possible! A child has been kidnapped, it's an emergency!" Ladybug has been their hero for years but the anger and distress in her voice was unmistakable, something that every mother in the crowd could resonate with. It was as if Ladybug herself had lost her child.

Chat Noir was nowhere to be seen, only Ladybug was patrolling the streets, swinging through the city with Rena Rouge and Pegase in search of the kidnapped boy.

It was only a handful of citizens that had caught it.

The black blur zipping passed rooftops, jumping over buildings like lightning.

Nobody dared question the distressed Ladybug where her partner was, they had a feeling if Ladybug was this distressed, Chat Noir would be worse. The feline hero was known to have a soft spot for children.

Paris had no idea just how much.

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"Thanks Luka." Chat Noir kissed Emma and Louis' foreheads, rubbing their heads affectionately, tail flicking anxiously behind him.

Viperion watched the way the tail swished back and forth, like a snake ready to strike. He could feel the distress rolling off him in waves and he squeezed his friend's shoulder in sympathy. He was a dad too, he would be livid if Hawkmoth attempted something like this with his kids.

The serpentine hero nodded, cradling both children in his arms. "It's fine, go and save your kid. Kagami and I will make sure nothing happens to them." he smiled down fatherly at his friend's children, squeezing their shoulders when they stared sadly at their father.

"Papa, where's Hugo?" Emma's bottom lip wobbled and Chat bowed down and nuzzled her cheek with his, a low purr rumbling in his throat that almost instantly calmed her down.

"Don't worry princess, papa will bring Hugo back. Just wait until mommy comes. Stay with uncle Lu and auntie Kagami until then." he rubbed his daughter's cheek, squeezing the miniature hand of his other infant son as Louis rested constantly in Viperion's arm.

"Don't worry kitty cat, call on us if you need help." Chat Noir smiled slightly at the dragon heroine, whose belly was slowly beginning to show as her eldest daughter clutched at her arm worriedly. A soft hiss made him turn his head to look back at the older snake hero.

Call on me. Viperion's unspoken plea was immediately understood by Chat, of course he wouldn't endanger the pregnant woman. No matter how fierce and capable Ryuuko was on the battlefield, a pregnant Ryuuko was the perfect target for Hawkmoth. Chat Noir hadn't let Ladybug transform during her pregnancy either, Mister Bug had saved the day with Viperion, Carapace and Rena Rouge with Queen Bee as backup at those times.

With that, Chat Noir quickly left the Couffaine-Tsurugi houseboat, entrusting the duo with his remaining kittens, while going on the hunt for his kidnapped one.

Chat Noir growled, claws extending from within the sheath of his gloves, eyes narrowed into slits as his legs worked harder and harder, jumps higher, runs faster.

Nobody hurt his loved ones, not his wife, not his friends but especially not his children.

I'm coming for you Hawkmoth.

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The chimera akuma had been standing vigilant on the roof, eyes scanning the area for the heroes, mind echoing with the soothing voice of his mistress as it commanded him to grab the siblings of the boy.

He'd prepared to take flight again, spreading its wings, before its tail was suddenly grabbed from behind and a violent force pulled it back.

A surprised growl was all it released before its back collided against the solid brick of the rooftop, shattering it in thousand pieces. It released a screeching yowl, before jumping onto its feet, teeth fletched at its enemy.

A silver staff struck the creature's face and it snarled until another powerful blow landed on it's stomach, claws digging into the concrete from pain that caused it to curl in on itself and whimper pathetically.

The air was still, a shiver racing down the akuma's spine when claw-tipped footsteps echoed closer to its cowering form. Black boots nearly crushing its trembling paws beneath their might.

The whimper it released brought a dark grin to curl the man's lips, staff twirling threateningly in his hand before it slammed in front of the akuma's nose, nearly striking it again. "Tell me where your mistress is, little cub."

The little whimper the creature gave with a submissive bow of its head told Chat Noir he wouldn't need to wait long to find out.

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"Now little boy, why don't you tell me where mama and papa are? I'm their good friend!" the weird woman had a sweet smile on her face but Hugo shied away from her touch, fear screaming at him to move away from her. She played with her thick chestnut brown hair, smiling kindly at him, holding a cane in her hand.

She couldn't be dad and mom's friend, why would she take him away from them?

"If you're their friend, why did you take me away?" his green eyes were full of distrust and the woman laughed.

The woman laughed, olive green eyes twinkling in mirth. "Oh little kitty, don't worry. Marinette and Adrien know that, I just wanted to surprise them." Hugo moved away from her arms, pushing himself hard against the wall.

"I-I don't trust you! I-I wanna go to mom and dad!" She knew his parents' names, but this wouldn't be a nice surprise at all, it certainly wasn't to him. Bottom lip trembling, Hugo's eyes filled with tears, his whole body shaking from fear as he wailed loudly.

The wooden door was flung off its hinges suddenly, splinters and wooden pieces flying everywhere as a pained cry from her akuma landing roughly on the floor beside her made the woman stand up on high alert, shielding her face from the flying wood.

Her akumatized chimera groaned pathetically, standing on wobbly feet as it cowered behind her form. "You stupid akuma! What are you doing?!" The butterfly mask glowed over its feline face, but the lion didn't budge, muscles locked in place in fear as a shadowy figure entered through the torn down doors.

When Hawkmoth attempted to grab Hugo, something silver flashed a hair's breath away from her face, embedding itself into the cement wall behind her. It was a staff with a green paw print.

A warning.

Shadowy tendrils of darkness enveloped the man as he stalked forward like a predator, steps slow but firm, every muscle tightened in preparation for a fight, clawed hand pulsing with highly destructive power at his side.

Glowing feline eyes were dead set on her face, black cat ears pulled back and perfectly white teeth bared into a vicious snarl. His tall form towered over her but Hawkmoth had her staff at the ready, a poor attempt to shield herself.

Menacing feline eyes briefly looked down at the wailing boy whose eyes were tightly shut in fear, the sleek purple staff aiming at high speed towards the blond man's face.

Chat Noir effortlessly grabbed the end of Hawkmoth's cane, fist tightly wrapped around the metal with his normal clawed hand.

The other one, pulsing with destructive power, neared Hawkmoth's face, a breath away from disintegrating her throat. When Chat Noir spoke, it was a threatening hiss that resonated within her very soul. "Tell me why I shouldn't turn you to dust right now, Hawkmoth."

As if realizing her dire situation just now, ice settled in her veins and turned her body to stone. The unsteady step back nearly made her fall if the killing intent reflected in the toxic green eyes glaring at her didn't. "Y-You can't! You're a superhero, don't forget who you are Chat Noir!"

Her staff was ripped from her grip to the side, his other hand coming to wrap around her throat, his activated Chataclysm still surging violently in his other one. "I think you're forgetting who you are and who you're dealing with. You're lucky my lady isn't here, she isn't quite as merciful as I am." Sharp claws pricked her neck and Chat Noir could feel her pulse racing in blatant fear. "You think kidnapping my kitten will get you in my good books? I may be a superhero, but I'm also a parent and you never anger a parent."

The woman struggled in his hold, her feet now cleanly off the floor as her fingers fought to pry the strong arm off holding her captive. "P-P-Please Ch-Cha-Chat Noir-"

A dark grin curled the hero's lips. "You're begging now? You should've thought twice before daring to come near my family." his grip tightened and he felt her thrashing even more until a quiet whimper made his ears stand and his head whip around.

Hugo was sniffling on the ground, voice small and low as he mumbled. "Dad....d-dad....dad...."

As if a spell was broken, Chat Noir's grip loosened and the butterfly Miraculous holder fell unceremoniously to the floor, coughing violently from the harsh grip around her neck.

A warm, familiar hand suddenly rested gently on Hugo's head and a soothing, calm voice entered his ears. "Shhh, it's alright now Hugo, I'm here. Papa's here."

When misty green eyes opened to look up at the familiar equally kind green eyes of his father, Hugo immediately threw himself into his arms, sobbing into his chest uncontrollably. "Dad, you- you- you're f-finally he- he-here." Hugo's small arms were clutching at Chat Noir's shoulders tightly as his father gently rocked him in his arms, soft purrs helping to calm down his distressed son.

He hiccupped a few times, his small body trembling violently in his father's protective grip. Hugo's head was gently pressed against his chest, shielding his gaze away.

Chat Noir turned his head to look down at the woman, reaching pathetically for her cane.

A booted leg firmly slammed down on the metal, toxic green eyes boring into her soul. "Touch my kittens again and the staff won't be the only thing that's broken." the hiss was the final warning she would get before he chose to summon Chataclysm again.

With that, the father walked off, akuma disintegrating back into the lion from the zoo with its collar destroyed by Chataclysm, as the dark butterfly began flying towards the roof slowly.

Chat Noir rubbed soothing circles on his son's back, kissing his forehead affectionately as his wife waited at the entrance, lips pulled into a tense frown.

"Show some mercy, bugaboo."

"Take Hugo home. I'm right behind you." her tone suggested 'mercy' didn't exist in her vocabulary right now, if the furiously spinning yoyo in her hand and her icy glare were any indication.

Chat smirked, bouncing his son gently in his arms, whispering soothingly in his ear to drown out the noises behind him as he vaulted from roof to roof back home.

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For the next week, there had been no akumas and that was fine by Paris.

The media had praised their heroes for saving the Agreste son, an exclusive, privately filmed meeting showed Chat Noir handing the worried Marinette and Adrien Agreste their child, with Adrien profusely thanking the hero while Marinette kissed his cheek in gratitude.

Marinette smiled at the TV, watching the documented exchange with a chuckle and glancing at Alya. "You know, your illusions really do come in handy from time to time." the doubles she created of her and her husband as civilians were flawless and strikingly true to their personalities.

Alya smiled proudly. "Of course, Rena Rouge is a master illusionist after all." she winked and both women giggled. Alya's expression turned sheepish when she looked at Marinette, who sipped at her coffee. "Girl, just what did you do to her? Hawkmoth didn't attack for like a week and a half."

The glint in her friend's eye told her Hawkmoth wouldn't be attacking for at least another few weeks. "Nothing much. Just politely showed her her boundaries. Kidnapping children isn't a light matter you know."

Alya snorted, taking a big gulp of the dark concoction in her mug. "You're telling me, I would've bashed her head in with Nino's shield had that been my little girl."

Marinette giggled at her friend's tempting suggestion, gazing fondly at her sleeping children after a full day of playing with their father, buried under all of his three kids, his arms curled protectively around them in his sleep. Adrien's sleeping face was peaceful now, squashed by a sleeping Emma and Hugo, with Louis sleeping on his father's chest.

"He's such a dork." Alya followed her friend's line of sight and snorted.

"Yeah, didn't look like a dork when he went on the hunt for Hugo. Even I got scared. Luka said he was tempted to go with him so he didn't destroy the whole city."

Marinette shook her head, smiling. "You're one to talk, fox hero who wants to bash someone's head in with a shield."

Alya wiggled her finger in the air. "Ah, ah, ah. That's taken out of context. I said I would bash in Lila's head, not just anyone's."

Both women chuckled amongst themselves, Plagg and Tikki lost in their own conversation.

"You should've seen him Tikki. I was so proud! He's still too much of a softy though..." Plagg crossed his little arms, while Tikki sighed.

"Plagg, he's still a superhero. Adrien's responsible enough to control himself, even if it is her."

A shiver raced down the cat god's spine, shaking his head. "Ohh no, sugarcube, that last Chataclysm would've went to her face if little kitten hadn't been there crying."

The kwami of creation sighed, settling in next to her lounging partner. "Well, Marinette wasn't much of a softie when she was done with Lila." an identical shiver raced down her own spine and Plagg smiled.

"See? I still think Kittenette is made for the Black Cat Miraculous."

"Oh shut up, stinky sock."

Thanks for reading! Just a silly little piece I made up on the spot. :3 I'm weak for parental Love Square / Dad!Noir fics.

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fiddler-unroofed · 5 years

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{in which nott sees a mirror.}

warnings for self loathing, sort of dissociation (i didn't have it in mind while writing but i figure it could come across in that way) self-aimed and accidentally inflicted violence, and a pretty graphic description of the wound caused from that aforementioned violence

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The mirror is cracked.

Nott doesn't mind. If anything, she prefers it. That thin scar trailing down the middle is an excuse not to stare at it directly, a barrier between her eyes and the eyes of the creature behind it. It's damaged goods, is what it is. And Nott doesn't waste her time with things like that.

Instead, she looks at the mirror's outline. Its frame. It appears to be golden, although Nott isn't sure if it's genuine or not. She debates licking it to find out (gold always has a certain tinge to it, quite tasty in small amounts but bad if overdone) but figures that might be too obvious. And besides, Caleb is already so busy distracting the shopkeeper for her-- she doesn't want to put any additional stress on him to come up with an excuse for why his little halfling friend is putting her tongue on the products.

The man already seems suspicious as to what kind of halfling she is. After all, what kind of halfling wraps herself up in bandages and robes instead of walking freely? What kind of halfling speaks with that traitorous lilt to her words that only creatures of the night have? What kind of halfling's lips don't move in tune with the words she speaks?

She reaches out and slowly feels the frame. It's surprisingly warm. Like many hands have touched it before, some all too recently-- one look at the price tag and she can see why. Then again, it's a lovely mirror, she supposes. Despite the thin, spider-like crack. She makes the mistake of glancing over at it, no particular reason in mind, and glances back hurriedly again as her eyes meet the startling yellow ones of the creature in the mirror.

She wonders if she can get Caleb to put a charm on her eyes. Change their color. She's always been fond of light blue.

"Nott, how is the window shopping going?"

Nott nearly jumps two feet in the air. "Oh, uh, uhh--" Steeling her voice to stay light and pleasant, she squeaks out, "Lovely, Caleb!"

Even from here, she can hear his sigh and begrudging return to whatever trivial conversation he's having with the shopkeeper as the real meaning behind her words sinks in. It's going okay, currently thinking about what to steal. Distract him a bit longer, won't you? Thanks!

A twinge of guilt twists through her, and she bites her lip. Not hard. Not purposely hard, anyway. But there's a sharp pain as the familiar taste of pennies fills her mouth anyway.

Her teeth are too sharp. How many times is it she's wanted to laugh with complete abandonment? Kiss Caleb on the forehead as he lies asleep? She couldn't bear it if she hurt him.

Swallowing roughly, she goes to look away, find something else (something smaller, easier, cheaper) to steal, but finds that her eyes are still locked on that stupid golden mirror's frame instead. What is it that's keeping her from moving on to a new aisle? This is nothing special. It's just a mirror. Probably not even real gold.

Reaching over on whim, she goes to move the mirror so it faces elsewhere, tries to snap herself out of this sudden trance she's snapped herself into, but then her fingers falter and the mirror slips and she takes a step back and--

She's facing it. Her. The creature.

She's facing it head-on, and it's too late to look away. She's already taking it all in, soaking up what she sees like a sponge soaking up water. Except the water is acid and the acid is burning her, burning her inside and out.

Oh.

So this is what she's looked like for the last few months. Years. Forever.

Nott's caught glimpses of this face before, in windows and puddles and yes, even a few mirrors before, but never like this. Never so confrontationally. Never in such a large and clean and fancy mirror. Never on purpose. Even though the purposefulness of this situation could be called into question as well.

Its eyes-- her eyes, are the color of melting butter and liquid gold. They are the eyes of a cat, blinking slowly in disgusted bewilderment before widening threefold as understanding sets in. They're pretty, Nott supposes absently, or as pretty as eyes like that can get, but their pupils are nothing more than two violent slashes in their midsts. As thin and offputting as the crack in the mirror that tears the creature in two.

Its skin-- her skin, why won't this sink in-- is a sickly, mottled green. Not dark like Fjord's, but not light like an elf or wood spirit's either. It's kind of like the shade seasick people turn when on a long trip overseas, or that Caleb might sport after eating one of Jester's long expired treats. The shade associated with revulsion and disgust. How appropriate. On the arms, slim white scars bare the signs of struggles their owner has faced, enemies it, she, has opposed. Hatred she's allowed herself to be the brunt of, if by her own hand.

The mask thankfully hides what Nott already knows to be a mess of abnormally jagged teeth jutting out from a too-large bloodstained mouth, but she can still spot specks of green from where it's been chipped and nicked by the forces of time. Cracks in an otherwise perfect foundation.

She reaches up, as if in a dream, to touch the pretty porcelain lips. The creature in the mirror does the same.

"Nott," Caleb calls again, (distantly, she thinks, as if they're in completely different worlds instead of only a few steps apart,) "are you done?"

This time, she doesn't answer.

The red lips feel cold against her thumb. Cold, but beautiful. Everything is in its resolute, porcelain place. Nott licks her own lips. They feel chapped. The taste of pennies still lingers on her tongue.

She stares some more at the cracked figure across from her. The cracked figure that she's expected to believe reflects her. The cracked figure that shows her, in broad daylight, all the things people hate about her. The cracked figure that she's worked so hard to try and escape, but for nothing.

All she has to prove for her efforts are a pair of too large robes, and a pretty mask showing a future that will never be hers.

Nott thinks about this for a moment.

And then she reels back, and punches the mirror straight in the fucking center.

"AH-- FUCK!!"

Caleb instantly whips around. At the sound of shattered glass, the shopkeeper is quick to follow.

Nott staggers back, instantly jolted out of whatever trance she was in earlier as her fist flares up with pain. Not the usual type, either. This kind of pain is red-hot and angry, coiling through her hand and arm like a snake looking for a vein to bite. She yelps (screams, rather,) and realizes all too late that the shopkeeper is screaming as well.

"My mirror!" he wails. "My beautiful, beautiful mirror! What have you done, you green little beast?!"

Nott goes to choke out an answer, even just a "I dunno", but the words die on her lips as a scream makes its way there first. Caleb is already rushing over, a look of shock on his face as he scoops her up, away from the broken glass, and examines her hand wordlessly.

"What happened here?" he asks quietly, urgently, and even over the shopkeeper's wails he manages to make himself perfectly heard in her ears. "Nott, are you okay? No, do not look at that. Look at me. Are you okay?"

Nott ignores him and instantly looks at her hand.

On one hand, it's not as bad as she'd thought. On the other, it's worse. Bits of glass are embedded in her skin like stars, all sorts of shapes and sizes, and blood trickles from the wound steadily. Caleb's eyes sweep it up and down worriedly before mumbling a Zemnian oath under his breath.

"I'm... Jester can patch me up, right?" Nott asks feebly. Hopefully. Each word feels like a rock in her throat.

"Perhaps," Caleb says. He doesn't ask her what happened again.

"Excuse me," the shopkeeper blusters, hurrying over and pushing both of them aside to try and survey the damage, "but you'll have to reimburse me for this! This mirror was worth its weight in gold! It had over twenty three callers for it!"

"Getting my little friend the help she needs is a little more of a priority right now," Caleb says softly, and Nott feels another twinge of guilt, "but I assure you we will be back to pay for the damage we've caused."

"It was already cracked," Nott offers. "Your mirror, I mean."

The shopkeeper's face turns purple, and he looks like Nott bleeding out is far from a problem to him right now. "Oh, was it now? Tell me, will that excuse hold up in court?"

"There is no need to get the authorities involved," Caleb interjects, shooting Nott a Look. She shrinks back and tries not to think about the fire coursing through her bones. "We broke it. We will pay for it."

The shopkeeper sniffs. "You're lucky I'm not calling the Crown's Guard on both of you."

"Yes. Thank you. You are really very kind."

"That'll be two hundred gold. Doubled 'cause of damages."

Caleb's breath hitches a bit, and Nott winces. Neither of them have that kind of money. None of the party does. Guilt fastens itself around her heart, so heavy she can almost ignore the pure anguish in her hand.

"Ah," Caleb says, and Nott knows that tone. It's the 'time for plan B' tone he uses when he knows that they're both screwed. "That is fine. That is very fine. Will you allow me to go and get help for my little friend first? She has a rare condition, you see, and if she does not get help in the next ten minutes her blood will certainly--”

"I don't care," the shopkeeper spits. "I just want my gold."

"That is very kind of you." Caleb is already half-way out the door, dragging her behind him as gently as he can by her uninjured hand. Nott already knows that the minute he steps out fully, he has no intention of ever returning. "We will be right back."

"Yeah," Nott squeaks. "Definitely! Coming back is exactly what we're gonna do now! Sorry about your mirror!"

The shopkeeper, thankfully, doesn't acknowledge her. He's gone to the back of the store. Probably to look for a broom or something to clean the remnants of what would have otherwise brought him a fortune.

Nott spares a final glance at it all even as she's being pulled away. The perfect golden frame is not nearly as perfect anymore. If anything it just looks out of place, surrounding jagged bloody shards that look almost like teeth. Her teeth. The teeth that it couldn't show her before, now splayed out after ruin. What a fucking irony.

Caleb's hand tightens in hers as he pulls her down the street. She already knows what will come next. He'll stop her at a corner, try a small charm on her, wrap the wound up with a piece of cloth and then bustle her over to Jester who'll take care of the rest, hopefully. The matter of why she lashed out and ruined their stay in town will be swept under the rug. He'll allow her motives to be left forgotten.

And she loves him for it.

"Do not do something like that again, okay?" he whispers.

She nods. Ever the promise breaker. "I won't, I swear. I don't know what came over me, Caleb. I'm sorry."

He squeezes her hand again, satisfied. But even through his warmth, and the concern and affection radiating off him in waves, Nott can't help but think of those cold, perfect ruby red lips she saw in the mirror.

That tantalizing snippet from a life she'll never have.

No, she thinks fiercely. Her fist burns in agreement. I will have it. I will.

And she squeezes Caleb's hand back.

#nott the brave #caleb widogast #critical role #cr2 #critical role fic #critical role angst #cr nott #cr caleb #fiddlewrites #keeping characters in character even in ridiculously angsty situations #is hard.#also tumblr deleted half of this and i had to rewrite it :)#(if you tag this as ship im legally allowed to eat your hand)

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From November to June CH5

March 17, 2018

She knew exactly what that taste was. It was the taste of defeat. Riley looked at her mother with pleading in her eyes. Topanga just caresses her hair and put a soft kiss on her forehead.

- I knew this was a mistake - Riley softly said with a depressing tone coming from her throat - Everyone's here, Farkle and his parents, Zay and his sisters, Lucas' Mom, Uncle Josh, and Marianne, everyone's here except for Maya - she says looking at the floor.

- Well, it is your fault - Topanga replied.

- Really Mom? Now? - Riley asks back.

Topanga just smiles at her and hugs her dearly before putting a kiss on her forehead - Don't worry dear, she will come - she replies.

- How do you know? - Riley asks this time, really concerned about losing her best friend for not being mature enough.

- I have someone on the case right now - she answers and kisses her forehead again - Now go get ready, you have guests and you're still on pajamas - she adds and sends her daughter to her room.

A few blocks away, Lucas just saw rejection and tiredness in front of him.

- No - Maya says and close door on Lucas' face.

- What do you mean with no? - Lucas asks from outside.

- I mean "I'm using that word to express the negative of an alternative, choice or possibility" - Maya replies.

From the other side of the door, Lucas just smiles - Harper is gonna be so proud of you when I tell her this - he says and then looks inside one of his pockets for a certain key - Can at least have a chance to give you the choices? - Lucas asks this time.

- Why? - Maya answers back - It's not like I'm gonna change my mind about it - she continues, until she felt how the door start to open - Are you seriously forcing your way into my house? - she asks him, leaning against the door.

- I have a key, it's not forcing - he adds pushing delicately - Please Maya, let me in - Lucas says.

- Fine - she replies - But stop pushing - she adds, and Lucas indeed stops pushing. She slowly opens the door and let him in - So? - she says crossing her arms.

- So - he replies and sits on her couch - We're going to the St. Patrick Party - he adds.

Maya just rolls her eyes and walk back to her room.

Lucas rolls his eyes too - Maya, please - he says while he gets up from the couch - Can't you be the bigger person here? - he asks.

- This is not a matter of being the bigger person "Best Song Ever" this is about a damn apology she refuses to give - she replies.

Lucas wasn't able to reply; he knew she was right - What about Mrs. Matthews? Or Mr. Matthews, or Auggie? - he tries to argue.

- Who send you here? - she asks back.

For a second, he was a bit hesitant to answer - Mrs. Matthews - he finally replies.

- Why not Riley? - Maya asks this time - You and I, we both know the answer to that question - she says and closes her room door again.

Lucas stood there in her hall - Maya, are you gonna force me to play dirty? - he asks.

- I'm forcing you to understand my point of view - Maya replies from her room.

- Fine - he says - I'm leaving, but I will come back, mark my words - he threatened her.

- You always came back, no matter how much I push away your huckleberry ass - Maya says and laugh.

- My pleasure Ma'am - he jokes and leave her apartment.

Around 1 hour later, Maya heard how the front door unlocks and fastly opens - Huckleberry? - Maya asks, only to be surprised when she saw a long-haired brunette on Zay's shoulder.

- Heads up - Zay says and throws a paper bag to Maya, who fastly catches it.

She wasn't able to suppress the smile of watching her best friend being carried over a shoulder - Did you seriously carry her back here on your shoulder? - she asks.

Zay just put Riley down - Not really, it was for a dramatic purpose - he answers and then walks out the apartment - You both need to talk and I need food, hopefully, Lukey is getting me a chicken roll - he adds before leaving the blonde and the brunette alone.

They just stood there in complete silence, until Maya finally breaks it - Was it fun? - she asks.

Riley smiled - Yeah, it was - she replies.

They both stay silent again. Maya walks to the couch and opens the bag Zay throws at her, finding some dinner rolls inside.

- Maya - Riley calls her best friend.

- Yeah? - Maya replies before shoving a dinner roll in her mouth.

- I want to apologize - she says and walks in front of Maya.

- This is gonna be fun - Maya says, more to herself than to Riley - About what exactly you want to apologize Riley? Because I can give you a list - she adds, trying not to sound too mean.

- I... I deserve that - Riley softly says, feeling a knot on her throat - First, I want to apologize for leaving you in your time of need - she says and Maya finally looks at her best friend.

- When I needed you the most, you decided that I was a selfish slut who didn't care enough about you, to tell you that I was pregnant, remember that little jewel? - Maya asks, letting go a bit of her anger.

- Maya, I'm honestly don't know what was wrong with me at that moment, and then I just let the time go, and I end up in a loop where I was too afraid to apologize for things, I did wrong - she says, almost like a justification.

- Let me ask you something - Maya says to Riley and gives her the paper bag - How many times I’ve had sex? - she asks.

Riley looked at Maya dumfounded - I... I Don't know the answer to that - she answers, failing to retain more her tears.

- Riley, if at some moment we want to keep being friends, the first thing you need to do is not theorize about what I do, just asks me, and for fuck's sake, mature, it's not that hard, even I did it - she says and hugs her crying best friend - And for the record, the answer to that question is 2, I just had to be stupid, irresponsible and had really bad timing - she adds, making Riley laugh in the middle of her crying.

After good 10 minutes, Riley calms herself a bit - I'm sorry - she says to Maya.

- Don't worry Honey - Maya says and helps her get on her feet - Besides, green has never been your color, I'm glad we're back to our usual purple - she adds.

Riley just blushes a bit, knowing that Maya was right - I guess I’m still a bit too crazy about him - she says and looked directly into Maya's eyes - Will you be my best friend again? - she asks.

Maya just looks at her - I never stopped being your best friend Honey, it’s just that you needed a lesson, and people learn best from pain than strawberries - she adds and kiss Riley's forehead in the same way Topanga does.

- From where you learn that Maya the white? - Riley asks, drying her tears on her best friend's shirt.

- Imagine Dragons - Maya lies before hiding it with a little chuckle.

While that was happening, outside Maya's building, Zay was just angry. Of course, that angry disappear when he saw his best friend shows up.

- Heads up - Lucas says and throws him a roll.

- Finally - Zay says and shove half of the roll in his mouth.

- You're disgusting - Lucas says taking a normal bite of his roll.

- Yeah, but you Love me - Zay replies.

- As a friend - Lucas says.

- Really? directly into the friendzone? - Zay asks and finishes his roll - Don't worry, I already know who steal that little Texan heart - he says joking.

Lucas just felt his face burn - I hate you - he says and gives him another roll.

- No, you don't - Zay replies with a smile.

- Do you think they finished upstairs? - Lucas asks, trying to avoid what his best friend tried to imply.

- Don't know, Pippi Longstocking said pretty harsh things - Zay answers - Hope this time she had her mouth connected to her heart and not to her ass - he comments.

- Unnecessary - Lucas replies judging Zay's words.

- You weren't there, so don't you dare to judge me when I'm right - Zay defends himself.

- Ok, calm down - Lucas says lifting his hands in surrender, being interrupted by his phone. He checks on the text - They will be down in 10, Riley is helping Maya get dress - he says.

- Are they good? - Zay asks.

- What do you think? - Lucas asks back, showing him the picture Maya and Riley send to him, of them giving him the finger.

Zay just laughs really hard at his best friend.

A few minutes later, Maya was the first to shows up, and Lucas felt like his heart just did a moonsault.

- Ohhhh, I like that - Zay says looking at Maya, who did a spin for him.

- What's going on "Best song ever"? Cat got your tongue? - Maya asks Lucas while Zay tries his best to not interrupt the moment.

- No, it's just... - Lucas tried to say, but he keeps choking - You look glowing Maya - he finally says.

Zay just looks how Maya blush a bit before smiling deviously. She was gonna mess with him, Zay thought to himself.

- Thanks "Best song ever" - she says and walks closer to Lucas, only to grab one of his cheeks - That almost sound like a flirt, better luck next time - she adds before opening one of the backdoors and get inside his car.

Lucas just closes his eyes and deny with a small move - Don't you dare - he warns Zay.

- I wouldn't - Zay replies before taking the shotgun seat.

Seconds later Riley came down and takes a seat next to Maya inside the car.

Lucas gets in and drives them back to the Matthews home.

When they arrived, Maya asks Riley to give her a second before getting in.

- Is everything good? - Lucas asks her.

- Just needed a minute "Sweet Creature" - Maya replies.

- "Sweet Creature"? Wasn't I "Best song ever"? - Lucas asks half-joke, half-serious.

- You were - Maya answers and then put a kiss on his cheek - but it seems more appropriate since you just bring me home - she adds before walking inside the Matthews home.

Lucas just stood there.

For 15 minutes.

Until Zay came out looking for him.

- I'm in trouble - he says to his best friend.

#GMW #Lucaya #Lucaya Fanfic #I’m starting to enjoy a bit too much the Zay-Lucas dynamic #I know that something has changed Never felt this way and right here tonight this could be the start of something new #From November to June

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Blame It on Your Beats (10)

Chapter Content: Fluff, Danger. Conclusion

Summary: A brush with the underworld leads you on a run, away from what was supposedly your normal life, with Bucky Barnes. You two do not seem to be in sync as Bucky tries to keep you alive, trying your best not to kill each other. Or that’s what you think you are doing.

Series: contains smut, adult content in there somewhere in the future chapters so please look at the chapter content and warnings before you proceed.

Chapter Warnings: fluff, danger. Not fluffy danger. a little anxiety

A/N: This series is written for @littledarlinhavefaithinme ‘s MK Writing Challenge. Thank you so much for hosting. I am having a lot of fun with the prompts. But I am clearly behind schedule. Eep! Thanks for being so patient!

This is it.

MASTERLIST

“Aw come on,” you groaned as the cold metal of the gun pointed at your temple clicked, “my life was just getting better!” before you breathed in a lungful and jumped off the cliff that had nothing but the angry tides crashing into it’s broken skeleton under it.

One hour earlier

When I was older

I was a sailor on an open sea

The sunbeam openly walked in with silent footsteps and pricked your features. The orange under your eyelid got brighter. The warmth around you turned hot. The sea breeze came in on a rushed visit, just moving your hair away from your face as you first opened your eyes from one good sleepy night.

But now I'm underwater

And my skin is paler than it should ever be

Hmm

My girl finally scored! The voice inside your head was jumping to new heights.

You shushed her, trying to figure out where exactly you were this morning, the anxiousness of last two days peeking from the corner and wondering if it could get to squeeze into the bed next to you.

You shifted a little, trying to keep your eyes open and froze. The lingering anxiety ran away on seeing the comparatively placid metal wrapped around your waist under the blanket. The bicep glistened in the rays, bouncing off the ceiling like a happy morning child.

I'm on my back again

As if sensing a change in your heartbeat to its presence, the arm drew you closer to the balmy chest spread over your back. Your exposed neck and ear were doused in the hot breath leaving a dopey Bucky’s nostrils. His wild hair burned and bathed your shoulder- where he rested his chin after wiggling a little- as the sun eased itself a little more to slide over to him as well.

Dreaming of a time and place

Where you and I remain the best of friends

You let go of your breath, easing the first tensed muscle of the morning.

It’s Bucky, you reassured yourself, a smile creeping over your face.

The radio was still playing in the background, it’s crinkling but soothing music filling the air with a new wave along the languid tides outside.

Even after all this ends

Can we pretend?

Well wasn’t this perfect!

You cocooned in Bucky’s limbs embracing you, his light snores filling up your heart as you recalled last night’s hasty hunger drenched in the thunderstorm, colliding with the walls and making it through the door to let the burning eyes out to play over the skins, the touch, the nerves, the lips, the legs; the entire play making you squeeze your legs together.

And just like that, a stray cat of thought passed by you, pausing all the fluffiness for one second.

It’s...Bucky.

I'm on my, I'm on my back again

It's seeming more and more

The anxiety that you thought had gone away suddenly stood by the edge of your bed, as your mind went to all the time you’d enjoyed bonding with him in this place, the sudden openness from your side, letting him in and telling him about your insecurities.

Like all we ever do is see how far it bends

Before it breaks in half and then

We bend it back again

The devil of anxiety now stared you in your face, it’s head resting in its palms as it heard the shiver go down your body.

Fuck, it is Bucky.

When I was older

I was a sailor on an open sea

You suddenly found yourself moving out of his grasp. Your cold body leaving his heated embrace to pick up your dress from the floor and fold it up.

But now I'm underwater

And my skin is paler than it should ever be

Walking over to the parted bathroom, you stared down at your raw skin showing blue and purple bruises down your neck, over your shoulders, colouring your back as well as inside your legs. The green ones patterned on your arm and hips where you remembered him holding you close with sudden urgency, apologising when you’d gasped at his strength, kissing him fervently between letting him know it was okay. Everything was okay.

At least that’s what it felt like last night.

I'm watching movies back to back in black and white, I never

Seen anybody do it like I do it any better

You moved over to the closet to take out a pair of track pants and shirt, pulling them over you mechanically.

Walking out of the bathroom, your eyes instantaneously landed on his figure sprawled under the sheets, with the only reveal being his back and the metal arm- now shining in full glory over the sun that had so perfectly laid itself all over his nakedness.

Grabbing your phone and earphones, opening the door as quietly as you could, you made your way to the elevator to get some air.

Been goin' over you, I'm overdue for new endeavours

Nobody lonely like I'm lonely and I don't know whether

The walk turned into a lazy jog once the thoughts swirled more inside your head, taking the grey spaces inside the hollow left out in the dimness of last night. The musty smell of the sea near a stretched you passed made you scrunch your nose. Every little move you made last night- every little action from the kiss to every satiable moan escaping you on his valid touch.

You'd really like it in the limelight

You'd sympathize with all the bad guys

Oh shi-stop! Don’t don’t don’t, you shouted at yourself, your pace increasing with every curse as you shook your head. Do NOT do this now! Why are you doing this?!

The anxiety danced around you as your heartbeat quickened, bursting inside your head and neck with furious thumps.

I'm still a victim in my own right

But I'm the villain in my own eyes, yeah

The sweat breaking on your forehead trickled down, eventually getting into your eye to pinch your vision, making you see nothing but blur of the green belt right ahead of you. You tried to rub it away but lost your balance and tripped on your own foot.

When I was older

A low cry left your lungs before you felt someone break your fall mid-air- a pair of incredibly strong arms lifting you up on your feet.

“Ah, sh-sorry about that. I lost my balance,” you expressed, clearing the blur in your eye by rubbing it away.

The haziness vanished in a second and a pair of grey eyes smiled at you.

I was a sailor on an open sea

“It’s alright,” the dead eyes bore their horrid gaze into your soul, sending a cold frost through your veins, “you seem to have left it back in that lab, sweet thing.”

__________

It seemed like such a normal reaction to run away from danger whenever you'd see it in a movie. You encounter something that endangers your life, you run the other way. Easy.

No.

Not that easy.

Your being had frozen at the sight of the man who'd threatened to kill you last time, if not murder you with his gaze. The goosebumps were more like pricks of cold sweat burning you in flames of ice to purify you of his touch that was still lingering on your arms.

And breathing? Forget about it. No, you had actually forgotten how to breathe- your mind associating the hired gun to the fire destroying everything around you.

“I have to say,” Dexter cooed close to you, brushing the little rebellious strands away from your face, his finger leaving a murky sensation over your skin that you wanted to get rid of, “never took you for a girl who'd be enjoying a couple's retreat when the entire underworld is looking for you and some old relic.”

He smirked at the visible tremble in your lips as you stepped away from him. “And that old grimy paper too, of course.”

Dexter took one calculated step towards you, making your eyes wander to any third person that would be unfortunate enough at the break of the dawn to notice you and this blond baggage of psychotic episode. Considering where you were- a semiotics student on the run from top-notch goons in midst of couples who were just here to have a good time- it seemed more like a stupid wish to make.

Wait.

“Last I checked you were the only one after me and old papers.” You shifted your weight on your legs while turning your hands into fists inside your pants pockets as you inched away from him.

Dexter's eyes moved all over you, scanning every part of your body as if drinking in all of your weaknesses with that filthy smirk.

He leaned on the tree next to him, moving his hand through his wet hair, letting his unzipped jacket reveal the gun resting near his hips.

“Don't play coy with me, sweetness. Eton is well aware that Stark knows about the target on your head.” Dexter shifted back to his legs, his jaw twitching for am instance.

“Or are you really on your honeymoon here, you dirty little thing,” he growled, making you flinch at his sudden closeness.

Your body reacted and you tried to jump away from him, only to be grabbed by the arm with blunt force and pushed back towards his figure with fear coursing through your veins.

“You really didn't know, did you?” Dexter pointed out after studying your horrified features. “Stark never told you about it, huh.”

Of course, he didn't. And you knew that he had been hiding something from you.

Did Bucky know about this?

Was it their plan all along? To get you as far away as possible from the assassins on your back while you searched for ways to crack the code.

“Stark really knows how to manipulate the best out of people,” Dexter chuckled, his hand never leaving your already bruised arm.

Something small and latent inside you cracked.

Dexter could see a change in your expression. The y/e/c in your eyes darkening at his shallow words.

“Y/N!!”

You jumped at the familiar voice dripping in pure enthusiasm, making Dexter let go of his hold on you as you turned in the direction of her voice.

“I didn't see you at the after dinner party. I thought you and your husband retired early last night.” The soft concern in her voice jumped more than it did when you were excited.

The h-word made the man standing behind you cut to you, his gaze scraping at the back of your skull.

“Yes,” you nodded, trying to put something close to a smile on your face, “yes, we did.”

Yukio's giddy glow dimmed down a bit as she stared at your features for a second longer than she usually would.

“Everything okay, Y/N?”

You felt a solid coldness at your lower back, forcing you to steady your nerves and take in a lungful of breath.

“Yes. Everything's fine. I was just telling this man about the couples only policy of this place. He's a tourist. Doesn't know much.”

Yukio finally turned her gaze to the man behind you, her face expressionless.

“Oh!” She smiled out of nowhere, “okay. See you at breakfast!” Walking back towards the mansion with a skip.

Wait. That's it?

You confessed to yourself you were a little hurt at the idea of being left alone with your potential murderer.

“Well, she's a dumb one,” Dexter implored, taking your arm and pulling you towards the opposite direction. “Come on, we've got work to do.”

He pushed you towards a slim trail that went down the estate- a rocky path- most probably the cliffs at the edge of this place.

“Keep walking,” he commanded and kept his hand holding the gun inside his jacket pocket.

The terrain was a little rough under your shoes, making you wonder if Louise would be fine with her perfect pair of jogging shoes being stressed by nature and a gun.

You're going to die and all you can think about are some borrowed shoes, you voice snapped.

They are borrowed, of course, I’m going to think about them.

“So,” he began, making you let out a spite-filled huff, “husband, huh?”

Silence.

“I hate to be that guy but you really should've thought your wedding through before making a widower of your man.”

Nothing.

“Sergeant Barnes is cursed, isn't he? He dies, comes back as Hydra, nearly kills his bestie, gets slathered with the tag of a terrorist, runs, gets mind controlled, dies again, comes back, blah blah, ends up as an Avenger, finds you, gets hitched, loses y-”

“Who hurt you?”

Your words stop him for a second before he burst into laughter.

“Are you serious right now?”

“Yeah, I am,” you continued with a dead tone, “was it a girl?”

Now the silence came from the other side. The ground beneath your feet felt hard now, the brown dust turning to slate stones.

“She didn't like the way you looked at her from across the street? Or was it a consistent love letter thing?”

You could not believe the audacity of your self blurting out things you knew too well would lead to a bullet in your head.

“No,” you kept going, “no. You're less of a love letter guy and more of someone who'd break a nose.”

Your head presented the information Stark had shared with you about him yesterday- though he'd kept a lot of details from you, Tony had mentioned some to make sure you knew what this guy was capable of.

“Or fingers that pushed a wedding band down that girl's finger.”

You heard him snap as he grabbed and swung you right in his face, his lifeless grey grazing your Y/E/C with the sharpness of a freshly sharpened dagger.

“One more word out of you and I'm going to throw you down this very cliff,” he hissed, breaking all your efforts to get away from him, “but not before I have that shit piece of paper and broken every bone in your body.”

“You do realise you'll have to take her back to get the OWL, right?” Bucky's voice came from the same direction you'd come from.

Dexter was already pointing the gun at your temple while his free arm held you in front of him.

Your muscles finally breathed. Bucky's blank expression was nothing if not welcoming as he stood there, his hands in loose fists as if waiting for something.

You could see his jaw twitch as Dexter yanked you closer to him, forcing a wince out of you.

“What the fuck took you so long?!” You shouted, not able to restrain the fear that had corroded you from the inside all this while.

Bucky's expressions were coloured in full offence. “Wha-Well, I'm sorry I didn't get the memo that I had to save your ass every time you wake up before noon or slept after two at night!”

A tiny gasp left you this time. “Hey!”

“What?” Bucky's brows were wrinkling at your uncalled shriek, “I thought you won't be up till at least noon, given what...uh...you know…” he shrugged his shoulders before swinging his hands in the air with he combination of his brooding face, “we did yesterday.”

Dexter cocked his brow tiringly at the two of you, wondering when you two will register his presence again.

“Bucky!” You stressed your whisper, clearly not liking the idea of letting a third person know about your sex life.

“Don't Bucky me. What's going on? You barely wake up before eleven and today you suddenly decided it would be a good time to, I don't know, work out with an assassin?”

You wanted to spew your anger back at him but the concern in his eyes stopped you. He never looked away even as you tried to find the words to tell him.

Dammit!

“I was scared.”

The wind blew your words between the shared company before running up the hill.

Your breath shivered as the words passed through you.

“I...I...there was...I didn't know what this was for you. A one-time thing or...umm...something more. I-oh God-it's just that I didn't want to suddenly wake up next to you to find out your expectations were something different than mine last night.”

You drowned Dexter's groans under the thump of your heartbeat all the while watching Bucky's confusion shift into a morbid surprise.

“Y/N-”

“It's okay. You don't have to-”

“No, listen-”

“Bucky, I said it's fine. I'm okay with-”

“No, you're not. Just hear me-”

“No, I'm not ready ju-”

“Oh my God! Would you two shut the fuck up?!!” Dexter roared.

“Zip it, cowboy,” Bucky growled, “we've got stuff to resolve. And you,” he turned towards you, his blue burning a brilliant hue, “should listen to someone confessing their feelings for you for at least two seconds! Two! I hope that's not too much to ask.”

Another groan left Dexter with a whisper of ‘I'm going to kill them both before I get that owl, aren't I’ while you stood there numb.

“What?” Was all that escaped you.

Every other noise died down. The ocean currents, the birds, the gust of air passing through the leaves in the distance; everything went on mute. Such silence, you could hear music coming out of your earphones handing over your chest.

Talking

Why's everyone always talking?

Noise in my head, but it’s nonsense

I can't feel nothing

“I would never have gone ahead last night for some one night fling, doll. You are far too precious to me to think of you like that.”

Guarded

Don't overthink how we started

Knew from the second you walked in

This could be something

You let his words seep into you, and the new warm ocean washing over you was the relief of a lifetime that you needed.

“Are you two done?” Dexter sneered, trying to shake you out of the beautiful trance.

Your eyes smiled at the man standing in front of you, full even at that moment.

“Bucky I-”

Everybody’s looking for a love to start a riot

But every time I look in your eyes

The world gets quiet

“One more cheesy line out of your mouths I swear I'll-”

“-I don't have the OWL,” you cut through Dexter's irritation, leaving him and Bucky speechless for a few seconds.

Dexter felt the ground shake beneath his feet a little before he regained his composure; he grey in his eyes turning dark with the rage inside him for you.

You knew what was coming.

Bucky knew it as well.

“Guess you're of no use to me then,” Dexter declared, pushing you towards the edge of the cliff.

Your eyes didn't leave Bucky. His squared shoulders and fists at ready as he gave a slight nod towards you, making all the adrenaline rushing through you to comply with his unspoken word.

So let it go, let it fall, let it fly

We'll keep on trying

'Cause I knew I was in love with you

When we sat in silence

Dreaming

I'm wide awake while I'm dreaming

See in your eyes what you're thinking

So please don't worry

The fall down into the devil's pit of the seaside felt like one elongated moment stretched farther than it should've, spiking every hormone inside your body all at once, making you question once- just once- if you'd interpreted the signal right.

Waiting

Know that I'll always be waiting

Do you believe what I’m saying?

I’m in no hurry

You squeezed your eyes close, not wanting to go sploot with a horrendous gaze scaring the hell out of whoever found you down there. And just at the moment, something pushed you with a woosh past the cliff, breaking your gravitational fall.

“I got her! I got her!” A voice boomed through the air slapping your existence.

You opened your eyes to find a pair of strong dark arms holding you close to themselves.

“Wilson?” Your voice barely audible through the air current.

“Hey there, cracker! How you doin’? I owe you a coffee for taking Barnes out in the lab.”

Sam’s cackle nearly drowned the wind thumping on your face as you two ascended above the cliffs, getting a full view of Bucky’s figure smashing his flesh fist into Dexter while a purple lightening of a string pulled away his weapon.

“Yukio?” you whispered to yourself as you watched your mansion-mate bringing the blond down on his knees as if it was her late workout.

Sam gently let you down on your feet on a higher hill.

“What are you doing here?”

“Oh,” Sam almost jumped with joy, “I had to see it with my own eyes how much of discomfort Bucky was going through with my own two eyes!”

You could already see Sonic pushing the handcuffed Dexter away from the trail to a chopper waiting with a man in a black suit and tie for him. He stopped before stepping inside the chopper to turn and look towards your figure in full view standing on the opposite hill.

The fear suddenly erupting because of the grey eyes broke as soon as Bucky’s figure emerged on the trail up to you, his hair being tossed around by the wind while the sun played with his strands.

“So I have a whole list of stuff we could do annoy him with,” Sam blabbered, never really taking in the figure walking towards the two of you, “I have an entire list of stuff that gets on his nerves. Like, have you have seen this guy ar-around...a...spider…”

Sam’s words disappeared just like the chopper on the horizon, taking away the violent threat with it, as he watched you run towards Bucky and stop for a fleeting moment.

Everybody's looking for a love to start a riot

But every time I look in your eyes

The world gets quiet

“You okay?” Bucky didn’t even let you speak, already scanning you for any injuries and pausing his gaze at the growing bruise on your arm.

“Yeah. I’m...I’m fine,” you responded, tucking your hair back, already feeling the heat in your cheeks.

You wanted to ask him, wanted to let him know. But words were failing you in the moment and you wished he could just read your mind.

“I meant it. All of it,” he finally declared, his fingers grazing your cheeks and making you flush a shade more.

So let it go, let it fall, let it fly

We’ll keep on trying

'Cause I knew I was in love with you

When we sat in silence

“And I was scared you wouldn’t jump again.”

You felt your existence shiver as you got on your toes to plant one fervent kiss on his lips.

Behind you, Sam’s jaw dropped for a second as he looked around for any sign of an audience that would tell him what the hell was going on.

Bucky’s hands went down your hips, pulling you close before resting on our back, his lips deepening the kiss, not leaving till he was sure he had you there for real. Your hands went up around his neck, the coldness of your fingers sending delicious shivers down his spine.

You finally parted yourself from him, already feeling the daze of his scent and taste swirling around inside your brain.

“Now why would I not trust you with a fall?”

'Cause I knew I was in love with you

When we sat in silence

Your giggles filled the air as Bucky kissed your forehead and brought you inside his warm embrace while looking at Sam with a warm smile.

Sam shook his head before smiling. “Yeah,” he spoke in a whisper, “I’m outta here before I decide to throw myself down the cliff,” leaving you and Bucky to bask in the most beautiful view.

“Wait,” Bucky suddenly took your arms in his hands, “where is the OWL?”

“Oh, it’s back at the lab,” you stated matter-of-factly, “inside Banner’s desk. That thing’s indestructible.”

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—Lavender—

Pairing: Sera x Female Trevelyan

Pairing Type: F/F

Words: 1,390

Warnings: Angst, Inability to Deal With Own Feelings, Bonding Between a Lesbian and a Very Small Cat, Hurt and Comfort, The Magic of Love and Actual Magic

Kiora was an idiot. She was a jerk, an ass, a terrible girlfriend. Sera threw another burnt cookie off the rooftop, watching it shatter into a million tiny crumbs on the cobblestones below and send birds scattering. She sniffled and threw another and another and another until the ground was covered in broken bits of cookies and she had nothing left to throw.

She wiped her nose, trying to ignore the stupid tears in her eyes. Why was she so upset over Kiora being a jerk? She should be angry, not sad. Well, she was angry, but she was sad, too. She was angry and sad and lonely and angry again.

She wanted to hit something, but there wasn't anything good enough to hit. She wanted to yell at someone, but nobody was around at this time of night. She stood up and walked back into her messy room, trying to ignore the bits of Kiora's stuff scattered among hers. She wanted so badly to gather it all up and throw it out her window, but she couldn't bring herself to.

Please, Sera, I don't want you to get hurt, she had said, in that stupid, weepy, whispery, adorable voice of hers. It'll just be two or three weeks, please understand, please, sunshine.

Sera had told her she didn't care. That if she didn't want her there she should just say so and stop making excuses. Kiora had told her that she was misunderstanding. That she was honestly just keeping her safe. Sera had called her stupid. Kiora had gotten such a sad look in her pretty violet eyes that Sera had wanted to apologize then and there. But she had been stubborn. She didn't apologize at all, and Kiora had just left, touching Sera's hand for just a gentle second before tugging on her satchel and walking out Sera's door. Sera had broken something in anger, but she couldn't remember what. It didn't really matter.

She fell into her small, messy windowsill bed, trying to ignore the fact that this was Kiora's favorite place to nap. It was Sera's bed, not Kiora's. She curled around a pillow, annoyed at how much comfort it brought. It was comfortable because it reminded her of Kiora, but she was supposed to be mad at Kiora, so it made her mad. But she wasn't all the way mad. And the longer she stayed curled up around that pillow in the dark, the more the loneliness overtook the anger. And then she was sniffling more, and then she was crying, and then she was burying her face in that stupid pillow that reminded her of Kiora, and she was sobbing all alone because she had driven Kiora away. Because she had been dumb and she had yelled at the only person who was ever only nice to her, and she had made the girl who was only ever kind and sleepy sad, and Kiora was never supposed to be sad. She was choking on her own tears and snot and it was gross and stupid and childish but she couldn't stop.

Only when she heard a faint scratching at the door did she lift her face from her snot and tear covered pillow. There was more scratching, and more, and a little more before the door was slowly pushed open an inch because she was too dumb to properly latch it. It was one of Kiora's dumb cats, the baby, Patches.

"Go away," she muttered, glaring at the kitten. "Stupid little bastard, go away."

The kitten just mewled sadly and jumped up onto the windowsill bed, shoving its stupid little face into Sera's. She didn't bother shoving it off. Patches seemed to understand she was upset, settling in beneath her chin and purring against her wet skin, trying to calm her. She took a minute before she sat up, picking the tiny little thing up in her hand like a doll. The kitten didn't mind, and actually seemed to like being held.

She held Patches to her chest as she walked back out onto the rooftop, sneaking along the ramparts and past any late-night guards as she made her way to the Inquisitor's chambers. She had to put the kitten in her sleep shirt's pocket for a little while as she scaled the wall to Kiora's balcony, but thankfully Patches knew not to move too much or try to escape her pocket. She made her way into Kiora's room, and slowly got up onto her big, too-soft bed.

Kiora had left a robe out on her quilt that she had probably started to pack but left behind because she didn't want to carry the extra weight and didn't mind wearing robes that were a little sweaty. Patches wiggled his way out of Sera's pocket, his tiny little claws poking her breast a little. She didn't have the energy to scold the dumb little bastard. He jumped down onto the robe, pawing at it and mewling up at Sera. He bit the black and dark purple fabric, attempting to drag it over to her, but not seeming to realize that he was not only far too weak to lift so much fabric, but that he was standing on it, too.

Sera picked him up with one hand, and the robe with the other. Kiora was kinda tall, and she was heavy, too, so there was a lot of fabric. Mages always wore impractical, flowy, decorative nonsense. She held the robes up to her face, and breathed in the smell of it. It smelled like the elfroot Kiora smoked, and the charms she wore that smelled like pomegranates. And it smelled like lavender, too, which was weird, because Kiora didn't usually smell like lavender. Sera took another deep breath in through her nose, and the lavender seemed to get stronger.

Her fists tightened up around the robe, and she heard a crinkle of paper. Patches was purring as he curled up in her lap, covered by the heavy fabric. She fished around in the mass of black and violet clothing. It was a little piece of yellowish parchment, covered with Kiora's soft, loopy handwriting.

My sunshine, it said. I'm sorry I had to leave you behind at Skyhold. I'm sure you'll be mad, and you deserve to be. I wouldn't be able to stand myself if I brought you along only to have you get hurt. I love you too much to put you in danger. Sera sniffled, wiping at her eyes. I knew you'd come to my room, and I only hope you find this note. I enchanted this robe to help you sleep in my absence. I love you, Sunshine. -Kiora.

Sera could hardly fathom what she could've ever done to deserve someone as fantastic as Kiora. Someone who took the time to make a robe smell like Orlesian flowers just so that Sera could fall asleep more easily while she was away. Sera fished Patches out from between her legs, holding him while she got under the thick, dark purple and black blankets. Everything Kiora owned seemed to be dark purple or black or both. She set Patches down on a pillow she pulled against her body, wrapping her arms and legs around it, the robe nestled between the pillow and her chest so that she could breathe in its scent. Patches was purring, his blue eyes gently shut as he fell asleep easily under the magic's influence. The magic probably only hardly touched his pink little nose before he was out for the night.

Her muscles began to relax, and she felt the warm, cozy, sleepy feeling of Kiora's magic wash over her. The pain in her back that had come from slumping over the edge of the roof and curling up into herself began to disappear, replaced by soothing warmth. She felt twice as heavy, her body sinking into the soft mattress.

As she dozed off, Kiora's wonderful magic running through her veins, she couldn't help but wonder if Kiora knew she was asleep in her bed. Because—however mad it would sound in the morning—she felt her blonde hair being smoothed and a kiss being planted on her forehead, and could hear—ever so faintly—a whispery goodnight as she breathed in the sweet scent of lavender.

#femslashfeb2019 #dragon age #dragon age inquisition #fanfiction #original content #da sera #sera x inquisitor #kiora trevelyan #da inquisitor #i was having a really shitty day and this was the product of an hour of rage #literally just an hour what the fuuuuuuck #i had to read ''the stranger'' for my literature class so i needed to scream with some lesbian angst to both channel/distract from my rage #the style is a lil different from my usual? my brain broke from that damn book and all i could think is shitty simple to-the-point sentences #anyway rb if you liked it thx

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