#theres always something brushing past you and i think i handled that better as a kid lol

[buckymylove]

Movie Night - B.B.

Summary: Bucky invites the new, shy team member to family movie night.

Warnings: swearing, mentions of traumatic pasts?, awful comedy - like really bad, and a truck load of fluff.

Word count : 3,100

A/n: AHHH this is so much fluff, this is only my third fic so lemme know if you guys like it and send me an ask or private message if you have any ideas or requests for future fics! Xx

Please do not translate on steal any of my works! Reblogs and likes are welcome and much appreciated if you would like! X

Part 2

"Ok movie night" Tony announced dramatically as he entered the kitchen, arms thrown in the air with a swagger in his step.

Bucky rolled his eyes at Tony's usual theatrics.

"Alright take it down a notch Gatsby, theres no paparazzi in here" Nat grumbled with a bored expression as she walked past him to put the orange juice back in the fridge. Sam snorted and Tony simply brushed past her comment waltzing over to the booze cabinet.

"Meet back here in 20 minutes with snacks and blankets, I'll handle the drinks" he said lifting up a bottle of vodka.

"All I heard was drinks" Nat shrugged grabbing a bag of skittles and heading straight over to the couch, where she not-so-graciously flopped down onto a cushion.

"I'll bring the pop tarts!" Thor boomed.

Sam made a beeline for the cabinet that they keep specifically stocked for nights like this. "SAM NO! The oreos are mine!" Clint yelled as he made a mad dash for said cabinet knocking over a barstool on the way. Bruce looked at them, then to the barstool that lay on the kitchen floor, and with a defeated sigh turned and left to join Nat on the couch.

"Hey Steve" Bucky said quietly to his best friend. "Where's y/n?"

"Uh probably in her room, why?" He replied

"Uh- well, it's just she never really joins us for any team thing, and, i don't know, maybe she feels left out.. or something, m-maybe one of us should go get her?"

He asked sheepishly, worrying that Steve would catch on to his very obvious crush that he definitely didn't have on you.

Steve smiled, "that's really sweet Buck, I mean i assumed she just wasn't really a people person but, maybe she's just shy? It's worth asking"

"Ya think? What if she just hates us, what if she feels awkward saying no"
"Buck i'm sure she doesn't hate us, she's been through a lot, you understand that better than anyone, she's probably just shy, plus she's only been here two weeks, she might feel awkward joining in on our team things, she just needs someone to let her know that she's more than welcome"

Bucky contemplates Steve's words before nodding his head and turning to head to your room.

You had come to the compound a couple weeks ago after the team rescued you from a Hydra base in Russia. The team had all been very nice to you, but you hadn't seen much of them as you weren't a fan of coming out of your room all that much. You weren't really used to normal human interaction, since you were taken by Hydra at such a young age. The team figured they'd give you a settling period, let you get used to your surroundings so you felt more comfortable before they started bombarding you, after all, when Bucky first arrived at the compound he basically didn't talk to anyone that wasn't Steve.

However, Bucky also knew how lonely that time had been, he knows now that team didn't talk to him so much because they didn't want to make him uncomfortable but he didn't know then and he always felt it would've been nice if someone had just offered. So, he figured, if you said no then that was fine but it would be nice to at least offer.

He made his way nervously to your room. He waited outside for a moment going over what he would say, then, hesitantly knocked on your door. He heard soft foot steps on the other side of the door but as soon as the door opened, everything he planned on saying went out of his head. You were wearing a cozy outfit, joggers and a t-shirt that appeared to have some sort of constellation on the front, along with a pair of fuzzy grey socks. Bucky couldn't help but think about how it would feel to snuggle up next to you in your adorable - seemingly tired - state.

You both stared wide-eyed at each other for a moment. Him not knowing what to say, and you shocked to see someone at your door.

"Uh hey" Bucky said quietly after a moment of awkward silence.

"Hi" you said, so quietly he probably would have missed it if it weren't for his super soldier hearing.

It was the first time Bucky had heard you speak, and after just one word he knew he wanted to hear more. He took a second to compose himself, deciding it was best to start explaining why he had randomly shown up at your door after never having had an actual conversation, besides what he said to you the day he carried you out of the hydra base, barely still breathing.

"I uh, I was w-wondering if you wanted to.. join us for team movie night? It's totally fine if you don't want to or if you just don't feel comfortable yet, I completely get it, I just thought I would ask in case you thought you weren't welcome or something, there's like snacks n stuff and you can bring a blanket if you- well, I mean that's if you decide to come but you don't have to.. if you.. don't want to" He trailed off at the end suddenly aware of his mindless rambling. He didn't want to scare you away before you'd even agreed to join them.

You looked at him, still in shock, although thinking it was really nice of him to go out of his way to come find you and ask if you wanted to come.

"Um y-yeah, that'd be nice, uh o-only if everyones ok with it, i d-don't wanna intrude or anything..." you mumbled, barely audible and looking everywhere but directly into his eyes.

"No no of course not, no it would be great, we'd love you to join us!" He was quick to make sure you knew you were welcome but cringed at the sound of him seeming way to enthusiastic. "Uh you can come now with me, or- or you could make your way down in like 10 minutes for when we start".

It was then that you finally let yourself meet his eye only to see the most beautiful crystal blue orbs staring back at you. You blinked a couple times trying to break out of your daze.

"Is- uh can i go with you?" You asked terrified. Bucky almost thought he saw tears in your eyes, which immediately left him feeling guilty, was he making you uncomfortable?

"Of course you can doll, uh shall we go"

You nod, shyly, and start to shuffle out of your room as Bucky turns to make his way back to the common area, checking every few seconds to make sure you're still behind him.

You hesitate once you reach the entrance of the common area and see the rest of the team, hustling around. Tony mixing up drinks, Steve trying to calm down Clint and Sam who were still fighting over a packet of oreos, Nat, Bruce and Vision carrying a casual conversation over on the couches, Thor was sat on a bean bag on the floor surrounded by blankets, a box of strawberry pop tarts in hand, already happily munching away, Wanda launching a pillow and Nat's head as she watches her try to slip into her usual spot on the smaller couch to the right of the big screen.

They clearly had a family dynamic - I mean chaotic as hell, but still family and you felt bad intruding on that, plus the fact that just being around people after so long scared you quite a bit.

Bucky sensed your hesitation, and knowing how you felt after his own experience thought it would be best to just be supportive as he eased you in.

He offered his hand to you as a symbol of reassurance rather than giving you a lecture about how everyone is very welcoming. He knew from previous experience, that those talks often didn't help. He also knew very well that Steve was just trying his best when he'd give Bucky one of 'those talks' but it's easier said than done when your walking into a long time family.

He gave you a soft smile, and you gently took his hand, surprising both him and yourself. You knew a little about Bucky's past and you guessed you just found comfort in him knowing he had a very similar experience. Bucky took it as a victory that you trusted him enough to let him lead you into the chaotic common area hand in hand.

He first brought you to the kitchen which was less crowded now that Steve had finally got Sam and Clint to compromise and just 'share the goddamn cookies'. Now only Steve and Tony stood in the kitchen.

You hid yourself slightly behind Bucky as you approached the counter.

"Oh hey kid, glad you made it" he smiled at you then continued on to the living room area, drink in hand. You felt yourself relax slightly, you were very grateful that he didn't make a huge deal out of it, and seemed very welcoming.

You softly and timidly returned his smile.

Steve brought his head out of the cabinet he was rummaging through to see Bucky and a very scared looking you, just behind him, holding his hand. He was surprised, first to see that Bucky had actually gone through with asking you and that you had agreed to come, and also at the fact that you were holding hands, but he decided to brush past that for now, clearly taking note of your discomfort.

"Hey y/n, your here for movie night I assume"

You nodded your head with a timid smile.

"That's great, well then welcome to your first of many" he said with a warm smile. "Thanks" you said quietly. He nodded with a beaming smile then wandered of to join the rest of the team.

Bucky let go of your hand as he went over to the snack cabinet. "You want anything to eat or drink?"

"Oh uh no that's ok, thanks though" you replied quietly.

Bucky just smiled while reaching up to grab a bag of popcorn, he poured some into a bowl before walking over to you, and with a comforting hand resting gently on your lower back you made your way over to the team. Bucky, once again sensing your discomfort, sat down on the large L shaped couch that took up the majority of the space, he sat in the corner of the couch since less people seemed to be crowded there and gently tapped the space next to him. You immediately followed happy to be able to sit by Bucky where you felt more comfortable. He smiled as you sat down.

The team acknowledged your presence with a simple, but pleasant chorus of "hey"'s and "glad you could make it"'s. They all seemed to pick up on your nervous demeanour and acted accordingly which you really appreciated, you were not up for a whole lot of attention right now. Well, all but Thor, bless him, who didn't seem to pick up on your fear quite as easily as he boomed, "Welcome lady y/n, how pleasant that you are here for your first movie night"

If looks could kill, Thor would be six feet under, as Bucky glared literal daggers at him. He'd made progress with you and desperately didn't want to scare you off now. There were a few eye rolls and a definite face palm from Clint.

"Calm down Thor, you're gonna freak her out" Wanda reprimanded him from her place behind him on the couch, although quietly.

Of course the poor guy was just trying to be sweet so was a bit confused at the reaction he got from the rest of the team.

"Hi Thor" you said, barely above a whisper and not looking up from your hands. In all honesty the team were a little shocked but they didn't want to make you even more uncomfortable so they just moved on, although Thor was beaming.

"Ok who turn is it to pick, ive lost track" Tony says, margarita in hand, diverting the teams attention back to the matter at hand.

"Why don't we let y/n pick?" Bucky speaks up.

Theres a chorus of approvals from the rest of the team and they all turn to look at you expectantly whilst you turn to Bucky with terrified wide eyes like a deer caught in the headlights.

"Oh no no thats ok i don't really know any" you replied, barely audible as you looked down at your hands in your lap.

Bucky sensed your discomfort but he was determined to make you feel welcome and a part of the family because he knows from personal experience how hard it can be, and at least he had Steve when he came to the compound, you had no one.

"That's ok, how about I scroll through some of these and you just point to one of the pictures you like the look of?" He replied quietly.

You looked up at him and hesitantly nodded your head. "Uh ok yeah"

Nat chucked the remote over to Bucky and he started slowly scrolling, waiting for you to point one out.

You had no idea where to start, you hadn't watched a movie since you probably only 4 years old. You were overwhelmed and worried that no one would like what you picked but also very wary that they were all looking at you, waiting for you to make a decision. You pointed to the very next one that came up which happened to be a picture of a girl in a pink dress, but what caught your attention was the small dog standing next to her in a... pink sweater? Why was there a dog wearing clothes? You'd never seen that before.

Bucky stopped scrolling when he saw you pointing at the screen. He looked to where you pointed and read the title.

"Legally Blonde?"

He looked to you for confirmation.

"Uh, yeah i guess, i-if everyones ok with that we can choose som-"

"Hell no, I love this movie!" Sam yelled excitedly. "Great choice y/n" he smiled at you.

You stared at him wide eyed for a second, and once you got over the shock, sheepishly smiled back at him.

"YES! I was going to pick this next week" Wanda squealed, getting comfortable in her spot on the couch.

You turned to Bucky with a soft, grateful smile on your face, that he then returned.

Bucky started the movie, then held his bowl of popcorn out towards you. You weren't exactly hungry but he was being so good to you, and you felt bad refusing his offer.

You took a handful with a small smile and turned you attention back to the screen that had started blaring a loud, cheerful tune.

Just a few minutes later you felt your self shiver as you'd left your room forgetting a blanket and without your sweater. Bucky immediately took notice of this and was quick to find a way to make you comfortable again, not that you would ever mention you were cold, but that just gave Bucky more reason to help you. He reached over to Wanda and swiftly snatched her blanket that was loosely draped over her legs. She was about to protest but Bucky stopped her with a glare that shifted to pleading eyes when he nodded his head towards you, who was still paying full attention to the screen and hadn't noticed the blanket war behind you. Wanda still looked pretty pissed, but also understood that Bucky was just trying to be sweet to you, even if it was at the expense of her warmth, so she let it go and turned her attention back to the movie.

Bucky got to work, carefully tucking the blanket around you. You jumped for second but relaxed and gave Bucky a soft smile in thanks to what he was so kindly doing. Wanda looked over at the rustling, witnessing the very adorable scene, of Bucky with his tongue sticking out in concentration, making sure the blanket was perfectly placed around you and that you were no longer cold. She just smiled and turned back to the movie, suddenly not so mad about her blanket being viciously ripped away from her.

It was about half way through the movie when you started to feel your eyes grow heavy. You hadn't been sleeping well since arriving at the compound, understandably after what you went through with Hydra. You fought it off for a while not wanting to seem rude but one look down at Thor snoring with his mouth hanging open, half eaten pop tart in his open palm, you let your eyes stayed closed longer each time you blinked until eventually you fell into a deep sleep.

Bucky hadn't even noticed until he felt your head drop against his shoulder. It startled him at first, thinking it was you trying to get his attention, wanting to leave, but immediately relaxed as he saw the peaceful look on you face as you slept. He smiled down at you. He knew if you slept like that your neck would be agony by the time you woke up so he adjusted your position on the couch, moving his arm around you and ever so carefully and gently moved your head to rest on his chest, he manoeuvred the blanket so that it now wrapped around you both. He checked to make sure you were still asleep before turning his attention back to the movie. Only this didn't last long as he found himself staring down at you adoringly and eventually, he too felt himself slip into a dreamless sleep.

As the end credits rolled the team, or those that were still awake anyway- started to move about. Wanda gently woke up Thor whilst Nat not-so-gently woke up Clint, with a splash of water to his face. Clint woke with a start about to have a hissy fit but Nat stopped him by shoving a pillow over his face.

"SHUSH you'll wake them up" she smirked, knowing that she'd got away with her little stunt.

Clint moved the pillow from his face giving Nat a glare before turning his head to see who she was referring to.

Over in the corner of the couch you and Bucky laid, tangled together, both in a peaceful sleep.

The rest of the team looked over, there was a wonderful silence for a moment as they took in the adorable scene in front of them, only for that moment to be ruined as they here the loud unmistakeable 'click' of a phone camera. All heads turn to Steve with a mix of pissed off and disappointed expressions as they watch the mighty Captain America, get into a pathetic wrestling match with his phone as he madly scrambles to cover the noise and turn his phone off. His phone ends up dropping into a bowl of popcorn on the table in front of him, and he freezes with a sheepish look on his face.

"Oh For god sake old man, would it kill you to just be quiet and stop being all proud best friend for one fucking second!" Tony whisper shouted to an apologetic looking Steve.

"Should we wake them?" Bruce whispered.

"Nah leave them, it's sweet" Nat whispered back.

They all started to quietly leave and just as Steve turned to go, Sam came from behind him and slapped him on the shoulder. "Don't worry old man, I got the photo" Sam whispered with a smug smirk as he strolled past Steve and off to his room.

Steve took one last look at the two of you curled up together on the sofa. He was happy for you both, after everything you both went through with Hydra, he was glad you'd found each other.

#bucky barnes fluff #bucky barnes fanfiction #bucky barnes #bucky barnes one shot #bucky mutual pining #bucky barnes x reader #bucky x reader #wanda x reader #sam x reader #nat x reader #clint x reader #thor x reader #soft bucky #bucky barnes comfort #movie night

[rreyie]

i am respectfully asking for a commander erwin and mike threesome that is so filthy i am embarrassed i’m reading it. u can throw in levi if ya want :).

ooh.... yummy

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superiors

summary- a threesome with mike erwin and levi lol

warnings- HOLY SHIT THERES A LOT- anal, groping, vaginal, oral, panty sniffing, tasting yourself, degrading, mike coaching levi on how to facefuck, facefucking, unedited work

a/n- SORRY ABOUT THE WAIT! also, i’ve never really written pure filth so i’m sorry if this isn’t as dirty to your liking, but i tried to put in some... questionable material in there

“mike. shut the door.”

you were spread out on erwins desk like a whore. your hands were tied together by a small piece of fabric, while your own panties were shoved into your mouth. you could taste yourself on them, the bittersweet taste sharp on your tongue.

for the past few minutes or so, your superiors had been feeling and groping you relentlessly, touching every inch of your body until they managed to get you wet. and it didn’t even take a full five minutes to get you all hot and bothered. that’s what drove all three of them crazy.

your cream colored button up shirt was torn open, leaving your tits out on full display for them to admire. meanwhile, your pants were completely removed and on the floor somewhere. all of the men were in their boxers, minus erwin, who was wearing absolutely nothing. his cock size always frightened you, it looked to be about eleven inches, maybe twelve.

“now... where were we?” mike growled, peering over the desk. levi walked over too, jet black hair a mess. the three of them had a predatory gaze on you, as if you were the antalope and they were the lions. “has our princess been a good girl?”

“why don’t we find out?” erwin suggested. without saying anything else, he easily slid a thick finger into you, a muffled moan slipping from your mouth. you couldn’t help but feel your velvety walls contract against the finger, as he circled it around in an attempt to find your sweet spot.

“shit, look at how desperate she is”, erwin cooed. “don’t worry, dear y/n. we promise to make you feel all nice and good once we’re done prepping you.”

you could only imagine how you would handle all of them at once- you had done these sort of things with erwin and mike before, but levi was a new addition. the only reason he was added was because he had walked in on you three last time while erwin was balls deep inside of you and mike was on the other end facefucking you until your lips were swollen.

you couldn’t complain though. from just looking at his boxers, you could see a bulge- and it was no joke. perhaps he was 8 inches. you couldn’t help but wonder- how the fuck were you going to take all this?

erwin continued to explore you, placing a hand on your breast. he circled your nipple as it slowly began to pebble, the contact making it more sensitive than before.

“she’s ready. levi, why don’t you take her first? i’m sure she’s hungry for some cock, isn’t that right, sweetheart?” erwins azure eyes darted over to yours. you nodded, and mike removed the panties from your mouth. holding the soiled cloth to his nose, he sniffed it a bit, giving a hum of approval at the stench.

seeing levi’s figure hovering above you was... intimidating, to say the least. though his height wasn’t much, his silver orbs were unwelcoming and his raven hair hung around his face like a halo. despite all of this, a shade of pink was spread across his cheeks as he looked down at you. you were so vulnerable, so... helpless. maybe that was what turned you on.

taking a hand and shoving it in his blackish-grey boxers, he returned with his cock, fully erect with a bit of precum dripping down the side. a vein curved it’s way from the base to near the tip. his tip was somewhere between pink and red, a bit glossy.

“well? how am i supposed to do this?” levi asked, looking to erwin and mike for assistance. mike brushed his ashy hair out of the way, and stood next to levi.

“you’re telling me you’ve never done this before, huh?” mike chuckled. “that’s alright. guess you’ll need me to show you the ropes. tell the slut to lay her head back, first of all.”

your head dropped to the end of the table, shaking the desk. mike took a hold of your hands and slowly untied them, only to put them on your stomach where he re-tied them, making the fabric tighter around your wrists, making it so levi could get closer to your head.

“open up”, mike commanded you. you obliged almost instantly, opening up your mouth to provide levi an entrance. “now, don’t be shy to treat her as your own personal fuck toy- after all, that is what she’s here for.”

he steered his cock towards your mouth, a drop of precum landing on your tongue. it was pleasantly salty, lucky for you that levi had a good taste to him.

levi shoved himself into you, feeling his warm shaft throb around your lips and soft tissue of your mouth. he let out an audible gasp, and thrusted into you again. you gagged, your hands forming fists as he hit the back of your throat.

“that’s right. fuck her like the obedient slut she is”, mike growled.

just out of your sight, you saw erwin sitting in his leather desk chair fisting himself to the sight of you taking levi in with your mouth. a smirk formed across his face as he focused on your face, tears forming at your lashline as he hit the back of your throat again and again.

not long after, levi’s breathing became broken, panting as he came undone, his cock squirting his release into your mouth.

a growing ache began to form in your stomach, your pussy tingling at the thought of being used like this.

this was only the beginning- the appetizer, if you please.

“well done”, erwins voice boomed. “now just like the good girl you are, you’re gonna let us all have you, right?”

you nod your head sheepishly, as erwin sits you up, grabbing your waist and carries you over to the nearby sofa. mike was already silt there laying down, so you assumed he would have your back end.

“i’ll be nice and let you have her pussy this time, levi”, erwin said. “after all, this is your first time.”

levi nodded. “it’s appreciated, commander.”

as you were laid out on mike, you could already feel his cock in between your legs, brushing up against your womanhood. he was fully erect, throbbing a bit as his dick stood proudly against you.

“take this off”, erwin commanded. “it’s only getting in the way. your tits look prettier without that damn shirt, they’ll look even better once we’re all finished with you.”

levi is standing at the end of the couch, preparing himself by pumping his cock a few times, getting harder with each movement.

“look up to your commander”, mike said. doing so, you felt erwins dick pressed up to your lips, slightly wet from his previous activity.

something suddenly filled you up on the other end, followed by levi grabbing your ass. he was already touching your sweet spot, tip gently brushing against your cervix. you were about to let a moan out, but were quickly silenced by eriwins massive cock being shoved into your mouth. the vibrations made erwin go absolutely feral, prompting him to go further into you.

levi began to stretch you out, his cock gliding along your slick walls while mike aided his dick past the ring of muscle. you let out a yelp, but erwin pushed further into you to silence you.

“never told you that you could speak right now”, erwin growled. “right now it’s our turn to have fun with you.”

at this point, you couldn’t even muster the strength to speak, or courage. all three men were fucking your brains out, and reaching out curious hands to touch you in every single place. mikes hands firmly grasped your breasts, erwins hands were all tangled up in your hair and levi’s palms were on your ass, holding on as he pounded into you repeatedly.

mikes breathing became rough, slapping his hips into your ass as he plowed into your tight hole one last time. his mouth latched onto your shoulder, biting your supple flesh gently. you could feel his seed spurt into you, hot and warm.

levi came next, giving a breathy moan before pulling out and letting his seed spatter onto your stomach. and oh boy did he have a load. it was everywhere, your stomach, thighs, even a drop or two landed on your breasts.

soon your own climax came, making you spasm and writhe around mikes cock, that was still inside you. levi’s hand grazed your clit for a moment, and then rubbed it as you rode out your high.

you felt something wet come from you, and it wasn’t cum. erwin looked over to levi, both men smiling at whatever you were doing.

“oi, erwin”, levi called. “look at this, she squirted.” he held up a hand, now soaked in clear fluid. “what, did we pleasure you too well?”

before you got a chance to respond, erwin grunted, holding both of your warm cheeks and thrusted into your mouth one last time before unleashing his load into your mouth. your entire throat was painted white, and you choked on his sticky release.

you coughed a few times, and swallowed the rest of the cum that had came out of him. some landed on your face, some in your mouth.

now, you were a mess. you had cum and spit everywhere, white blotches littering your body. you were sat up back on the couch, mike moving from underneath you. levi ran to the bathroom and quickly dried himself off, passing the towel to the other two men to wipe off sweat and any other indications of what you were doing.

you could barely see, the pleasure still fogging your brain and vision. it was almost time for dinner, and people would think something was wrong if you all didn’t report to the mess hall.

as erwin fastened the rest of his shirt, he looked in your direction and gave a dark chuckle.

“what, need help getting dressed?” he laughed. the other two men laughed too at your inability to take care of yourself. it wasn’t like you could get up and walk, due to your legs feeling like jelly.

“j-just pass me my clothes...” you whisper, and yawn.

the men exchanged glances, and mike turned around to grab your pair of panties that sat on erwins desk. instead of giving them to you, he quickly stuffed them in his pocket.

“i’ll take this”, he said. “thank you for your donation.”

“hey, i need those!” you attempt to shout, but it came out as a quiet squeal. “give them back, mike.”

“too bad. guess the rest of the scouts will have to see what a cum slut you are”, erwin said, ushering the men out the door. “see you in five.”

so you crawled on your hands and knees to put on your clothes, fastening buckles and buttoning buttons. you felt the cum soak the bottom of your pants, seeping through the thin fabric of your pants.

for the rest of the night, you had to sit with your fellow officers in the mess hall with an ass full of cum. it was humiliating, but worth it.

#aot hcs #aot headcanons #attack on titan #shingeki no kyoujin #snk headcanons #aot smut #snk smut #aot erwin #snk erwin #erwin smith #levi smut #levi ackerman #aot levi #snk levi #miche zacharias #mike zacharias #mike aot

[milkacchan]

Request for anon: Hi! Could you write hcs for poly bakusquad with a quirkless reader who has a serious independent streak but has recently been a target for villain attacks and got injured, but refuses to rely on anyone and tries to ignore their pain and take care of everyone else, please?

This is gonna be a little angsty

• First- it annoyed bakugou that you, someone /quirkless/ made it into the hero class

• On pure fucking spite and anger alone

• You didn't even particularly want to get in to UA

• It was just something you chose to prove someone wrong about

• and it fucking aggravated him- more than aggravated him

• Inspired Deku though, he hated that even more

• and he isn't surebhow- but he ended up talking to you and suddenly you're part of his friend group and he's /okay/ with that

• that irks him too.

• and a lot of things are uncovered when y'all are friendly w eachother

• and they learn pretty fucking fast about your independent streak

• and when you all started dating (crazy how they managed that) they thought it might go away- only it didn't.

• You never asked for help, regardless of what it was- you'd handle it on your own.

• You got hurt during training? Don't worry about it, I'm fine.

• Failed a test? You'd disappear for a few days to study and retake it.

• Didn't know what you were doing in a particular subject? You'd teach it to yourself.

• Aizawa had heard the words 'help' ONCE and he was limited to the help you'd allow him to give you .

• You trained your ass off everyday, you worked hard in school, you took no shit- it was obvious you felt like you had something to prove.

• Bakugou felt like he was a partial reason for that and it made him feel like shit.

• He wasn't exactly the kindest to you when classes started in first year.

• But he was concerned.

• They were all concerned.

• recently, you'd been stressed out. They could tell, even if you weren't giving them signs.

• On top of that, you'd become a big target for villains and no one knew why.

• it seemed like both you and midoryia were a magnet for assholes in masks

• And they tried talking to you about it, they do.

• Denki brings it up, he's holding your hand, Kirishima is threading his fingers through your hair and Seros behind you, holding your waist. Mina is in between your legs, resting her head on your chest and bakugou is at the end of the bed.

• And Denki asks if you need help- whether its coping with it- or dealing with it while its happening- or trying to figure out /why/ they're attacking you

• and you blow him off "it doesn't matter, i'll deal with it if it happens again."

"It's not a matter of if, it's a matter of when." Bakugou glares.

"Okay, then when it happens again, I'll deal with it."

"That's fucking stupid," he growls.

Kami squeezes your hand gently. "Maybe we should have a plan-" he glares at Bakugou.

"I was fine last time. Don't do this."

"Do what? Offer fucking help?" Bakugou snaps and Mina cringes. She grips your shirt. She knows what's going to happen, she knows you're going to stomp off to think- it could be a few hours or it could be days. Sometimes, if she held something on you, you'd stay. She hoped this was the case.

"Your fucking pity." You seeth. "I don't need it. I can take care of myself."

"Baby we didn't-" kiri starts but you're already sliding off the bed.

"Babe," Sero looks at you. "please come talk about it,"

You say nothing, and let the door close behind you.

"Fuck." Mina sighs

• Its 2 days.

• 2 days before you resurface, calm and collected, like nothing happened.

• but you're busy- you're training harder. Much harder, you're pushing yourself past your limits and its obvious

• they were already impressed. Theg already knew you could take care of yourself. Why couldn't you see that?

• you push and push and push

• and they don't see as much of you

• when they do see you at the end of the night, you always look exhausted

• and you put on the same fucking front each time

• you smile and laugh and kiss them goodnight but they can see you're in pain

• they don't even get a chance to talk about it with you

• because the next thing they know

• theyre in another attack and youre in the center of it

• You're fighting and you're holding him off but you aren't going to last much longer

• You were tired from the day before- you hadn't gotten proper sleep- and he was strong

• It's all kind of a blur, really, you're thrown a lot, youre bleeding

• he had you by the neck at the end, you were clawing at his hands and he was laughing

• your mates weren't exactly in the best shape either- after all, the attack had happened in the middle of the night

• A strong kick to the center of his nose seemed to do the trick. There was a sickening crack and his hand loosened and he fell back.

• When you regained youre senses you froze- he wasn't breathing.

• you /killed/ him.

• Your stomach churned and suddenly all the pain you felt increased ten fold.

• You scrambled to stand up, Mina was the first one you saw and you fell to your knees in front of her, cupping her cheeks. "Baby? Baby you okay?"

"M fine, but you're not, that's a lot of blood." She looked up at you her eyes wide. "Baby that's a lot-"

"I'm okay, I promise."

• She wanted to yell and scream and you, she wanted to hit you and telling to just accept help but you'd already stood up, moving to look around for the others.

• Denki was next, you met him with a hug and a short but desperate kiss. "You okay?" You whisper, brushing your thumb over his bruised cheek. Mina was behind you now, gently brushing her fingers through the blondes hair, but she stepped away when she saw Kiri and Bakugou.

"I'm okay, I'm okay," he smiked softly.

"Eiji? Katsu?" You mumbled.

"They're okay, they're fine. You don't look so good though."

"M- M okay.." you mutter. Youre tired now. Standing here is nice. You're dizzy- Ashido was right. That was a lot of blood.

Your eyes close and your weight falls.

"Hey- Hey- Jesus! Guys! Katsuki! I don't- I can't tell if she's breathing-"

• You wake up in the hospital 2 days later.

• Mina's in the bed with you, hand thrown gently over your thighs. Sero and Denki are on the left side, heads down, eye's closed and arms over your shin.

• Kiris got your left hand in his, another hand in Minas hip.

• Bakugous on the right side, arms crossed and head down.

• and youre confused because why the fuck are you here?

• what happened?

• you miss Katsukis voice next to you when it all comes back

• and you can't help but scramble to sit up and suddenly you can't breathe

• youre not sure how long you zoned out, but when you finally get back, there's two nurses

• ones replacing and IV bag

• and the other is checking your tempature, you think.

• theres another needle stick in your arm but you can't pay mind to it right now.

• the warmth around you was gone and you desperately wanted it back.

• they weren't in the room anymore

• and when the nurses cleared the room, the tears spilled over.

• your brought your hands to cover your face and your head fell back.

• five minutes? 10 minures? Later there was a gentle tap on your shoulder

• it was ashido

• your arms were around in her seconds

• "You okay?" She whispered as the others took their spots around the bed.

"No," you shook your head. "I killed him- and and I could've gotten you guys hurt because I didn't listen," your breathing had started to get faster again.

"Hey, it's okay. Just breathe," she soothes, thumbs stroking your cheeks.

"I can't- I- fuck /help me/-" you gasp out

• It takes awhile, but they managed to calm you down.

• Ashido just holds you, she lets you cry, and Kiri reminds you that you're okay

• they do most of the comforting usually

• when you're breath has finally started to even out, and you can feel the pain again, you know you'll be asleep soon from the pain meds.

"How bad was it?" You whisper, hands still gripling Minas shirt.

"Bad." Katsuki spoke. "You stopped breathing when we got you here."

Sero rubbed his face. "You needed a blood transfusion. They weren't entirely sure how it was going to end."

"You were...you were just standing in my arms and then you weren't moving. And then you weren't answering-" denki breathed. "There was blood everywhere."

"What about you guys?"

"Can you just stop?" Katsuki groaned. "Can you just let us worry about /you/? Let us help. Don't ask about us. You almost /died/ and your only fucking thought is us. Why?" He was crying, head down, hands gripping his pants.

"He's got a point. It's okay to ask for help," kirishima whispers. "So why don't you?"

• you're quiet for a few moments.

• do you go into detail.

• or do you dodge the question.

• ultimately, the fear of losing them outweighed any shame you would have felt

• "its hard not having a quirk." You mumble, eyes down. "Quirks are practically currency. And power is highly valued. I don't have that. I don't have any of that. I'm in a constant risk of being replaced and if I ask for help, they know I'm weak. I can't ask for help."

• And they all feel their hearts shatter a little bit.

• Bakugou had poked fun at you for quite some time in first year for not having a quirk.

• and Denki wasn't much better- neither was Sero. They'd make jokes about how fast you'd drop out.

• Bakugou would break a little bit, reminding you that you weren't weak. You still being alive was proof of that.

• and slowly

• slowly you get accustomed to ask for help.

• its not necessarily with words- sometimes they ask and you just nod

• or you ask in your own way.

• youre independent streak remains- but its not as bad.

#bakugou katsuki #bakugou x reader #katsuki bakugo x reader #my hero academia #poly bakusquad #bakusquad #poly bakusquad x reader #mina ashido #mina x reader #sero hanta #sero #sero x reader #denki kaminari #kaminari denki #denki x reader #kirishima x reader #kirishima eijirou #eijirou kirishima

[anythingandeverything1d]

Moving On

Cheating Cheated

Tom smiled kissing you softly one more time before turning around to leave. He nodded his head to Harry as he walked past and waved from the car as he drove away. You took a deep breath, standing in the cold air. Harry stood a few feet away from you fuming. His eyes were glaring into yours and he looked almost as if his body was shaking. You waited for him to say something but he simply turned around, and walked back towards the sidewalk. You were suddenly terrified. Terrified that Harry was going to leave and never come back. That this was going to be the end of everything between the two of you. It was as if everything you loved was walking away in that exact moment and that made you feel like dying. You felt the energy drain from your body and you felt the anxiety replacing it. Your heart rate dropped and then rapidly sped up. “Harry” you reached out, grabbing the sleeve of his hoody. He looked at you, tears in his eyes and shook his head.

“Just stop.” He shook free of your grip and walked forward another step.

“Harry don't go please.” you cried reaching out again. Your face was now soaked with tears, snot dripping down your nose, and you were struggling to breathe normally. “Don't leave please.”

Harry looked at you with a pained expression. “Why wouldn't I leave...clearly youve moved on.”

“No-Harry its not- its not what it looks like.”

“You kissed him.”

“He kissed me. And that was our first date, it doesn't even count.” You needed him to stop and understand. You needed him to understand that you needed him.

“First date? So you are trying to move on though.”

“No, yes...Your sister set me up with him okay? She said a distraction would be good. I-I thought that I needed to move on to heal from everything with you.” You sat down on the step and buried your face in your hands, your body shaking from the sobs. 

Harry sighed giving in and sitting next to you. You shivered while trying to control yourself, the air was cold and your cheeks felt like they were freezing thanks to all the tears. Harry took off his jacket and handed it to you. You shook your head but he insisted so you pulled it on over your head, breathing in his warm sweet smell. It took you back to one of your favorite memories with Harry early on in your relationship.

*You were digging through Harry’s drawers trying to find something to wear. You had spilled food down the front of your shirt, leaving it stained and very wet. Harry had said to go up and pick whatever, and that was a big decision. You looked at almost every shirt he owned, along with jackets and hoodies. He had so many good options to choose from. You had decided on his baggy grey sweatshirt that said damn. You took off your shirt and bra, tossing them into the laundry and pulled the hoody on over you. It was far too big to fit you, it went almost to your knees but it was comfy, warm, and smelled just like him. You had wandered down the stairs and Harry’s eyes had been glued to you. “Damn.” you smiled and spun in a circle. He stood up twirling you again before pulling you into his arms. 

“How do I look?” you asked posing in the hoodie. 

“You look like you pull it off far more than I ever could.”

“Thats not true babe. You definitely wear it better.”

He bit his lip and shook his head, causing you to smile and blush. “(y/n) Im not going to lie, theres just something about this that turns me on..” He kissed your lips, biting your bottom lip and tugging. You moaned into the kiss and Harry’s hands wandered under the hoodie to wear your chest was. He trailed his fingers across your boobs with a smile. “Fuck baby..if I would've known how hot you were in my clothes, I would've given them to you so much much sooner.” He lifted you off the ground and carried you into bed, his lips not leaving yours, and the hoodie not leaving your body. Harry laid you down, tearing his shirt off and throwing it to the floor. His pants went next before tugging your shorts down you legs. You pulled him back to you, your lips brushing against his, his hands exploring under the hoodie. He had whispered “I love you” against the kiss, before*

“(y/n)..” Harry pulled you from your thoughts. You hugged yourself crying again and Harry opened his arms. You climbed into them, hugging him tight while you tried to calm yourself down. He buried his chin into your shoulder as you sat on his lap, tears still falling down your cheeks. He rubbed your back in small circles and eventually you were able to breathe again. You didn't dare move though, the fear of him leaving again was too much to handle. Unfortunately he moved, pushing you off his lap and to your feet before while standing up as well. You started crying again and he hugged you. “Shh its okay. I just thought we should probably move inside before you sick from the cold air..”

“You're not leaving?” you wiped your nose with his sleeve.

“Not unless you want me too.”

You were crying harder, “Don't go, please Harry don't leave.” He shook his head assuring you he wasn't leaving before grabbing your hand and pulling you inside. Once inside he made you both cups of hot chocolate, wrapped you in a blanket and sat you on the couch. You quietly sipped the hot coco, staring at the floor motionless. Harry had sat next to you then moved away before awkwardly moving back to his original seat. You leaned back against him, tucking your face into the side of his arm. He moved, placing his arm around your shoulders and pulling you into a sideways hug. You were finally breathing normal again and looked up at him. He was watching you carefully and quietly, not sure what to do or say either. You didn’t want anything to ruin the moment, and more importantly you didn't want him to leave. 

Harry cleared his throat awkwardly, “uh..” Harry was stumbling with what to say, he ended up not saying anything and just shaking his head slightly while looking around. “Didn't someone clean the apartment earlier?” He looked at the pile of clothes, the food left in the kitchen, your things just scattered everywhere. You nodded your head and look at you confused. “Is this how they cleaned it?”

“No it was clean, I guess the day just got away from me and I didn't have time to reclean it...” Harry was shocked. You were not a messy person, like ever. You always kept things pristine and neatly organized. It drove Harry crazy while being endearing at the same time. Harry decided to drop that subject and with a loud sigh he pushed you slightly away so that he was turned facing you. You bit your lip unsure of what to say or do in response.

“(y/n) what is this? What are we doing?”

“I don't know...”

“If you really want to move on with- with Tom..”

“You know Tom?”

“Well he's Tom Holland, and you know I love superhero movies. He's Spiderman, kind of plays a big role in the Marvel world..I don't personally know him though.” You nodded, of course he would know who he was, most people probably would.  “But that's besides the point. If you think moving on with someone else is what you need-” 

The fear of losing Harry ate away at your stomach. “I can't lose you Harry.”

Harry sighed and grabbed your hand, placing a gentle kiss on your wrist. “Baby you'll never lose me, ever. If you want me around I’ll be here but-”

“But?”

“But I think maybe we should just be friends?”

“Friends? You want to be just friends?”

“Well no, but look..(y/n) you need time to fully forgive me. Clearly if youre going out on dates a part of you still doesn't want to be with me. I want all of you, and I want all of you to want to be with me..”

You didn't say anything, you were trying to imagine what being just friends with Harry looked like. You were never just friends, friends with benefits yes, but not just friends. You bit down on your lip again, shaking your head. “I don't know Harry..”

“Baby we can make being friends work okay? I need you in my life just as much as you want me in yours. But I- I want you to be ready to fully forgive me. Are you ready to do that now?”

You shook your head. You knew as much as you wanted Harry, you didn't want him. You knew that you wanted to forgive him but also weren't ready and you knew that there was no way you could give Harry everything he wanted right now from a relationship. You sighed and looked down, tears in your eyes. You didnt like the decision but you knew it was right. You let Harry pull you onto his lap and you let yourself sit there for a few minutes snuggling before getting up awkwardly. “I think-I think I need to go to bed..”

Harry stood up sadly and looked at the floor nodding. “I should probably be going home too..” You nodded and he walked over pulling you into a tight hug. You clung to him for life, breathing slowly and holding back tears. “Uh friends do hug right?” he stepped back a little. 

“Yeah, friends hug...” he smiled and hugged you again, placing a warm kiss on the top of your head, just the way you liked.

“Well...friend....I’ll uh, I’ll talk to you later?” he said it like a question and you smiled. 

“Yeah, we’ll talk later.” He smiled back walking to the door. “Harry wait!” you nearly shouted at him. “Your hoodie..” You were still in his hoodie, and were kind of reluctantly wanting to take it off. 

“Keep it, looks better on you anyways.” He grinned before walking out and closing the door behind him. You gripped the sleeves of the hoodie and smiled. Maybe this whole thing would work after all. 

A few weeks had gone by since you and Harry had the “friends only” talk. You had continued to go out with Tom, while attempting to be Harry’s friend. You thought it was getting easier....but then your mind flashed back to the other night when Harry had come over for dinner. The two of you had decided to make Mac and cheese, but not boxed Mac and cheese, homemade Mac and cheese. Somehow, in the process of talking about adding cheeses to the pot, you had ended up locked in an embrace, your butt on the counter, hands in his hair, his hands on your waist, your foreheads leaning against each others ....you shook your head. No, being friends with Harry was definitely working. “Knock knock.” Harry’s voice called into the room.

“Who's there?” you immediately responded without looking up at him. You were already accustomed to his terrible knock knock jokes and weren't surprise he was starting the conversation off with one.

“Me, silly.” Harry said with a smile.

“Oh.” you said a little confused.

“I mean I can go if youre not happy I’m here...”

“No, that's not what I meant. I just thought you were telling a joke not announcing your presence.” Harry laughed and you smiled, looking up at him.

“I can tell you a joke if you want-”

“No, that's okay really.” you laughed. You stood up and hugged him tightly, his arms wrapping around your body. “Whatcha up to?”

“Nothing, I was hoping we could hang out again?” You bit your lip and looked down. Harry reading the situation also added, “I mean if you have plans..”

“I mean...Tom was going to come over and hang out, but you two could hang out together....” you suggested. Harry looked upset and torn.

“Uh, I think I’ll pass...I’ll just go to Gemma’s and see what's she's up to instead.” Harry hugged you one more time before walking out the door and you sat down on the couch slightly disappointed he was leaving. Part of you wanted to cancel on Tom but you knew that the day wouldn't be as fun if Harry was thinking of what you would have been doing had he come. Every time you and Harry had hung out, you felt yourself falling more and more. It was getting to the point where you stayed up all night just texting him and laughing at jokes he told. You also felt a little piece of you leave every time he walked out the door. You weren't really sure if that's how friendships were supposed to feel with guys you had once dated..

“Hey love.” Tom smiled while walking into the room. “What are you thinking about?”

“Nothing.” you said your face burning red and you getting up to hug him. Hugging Tom was different as well. He was much smaller than Harry, both physically and height wise. He also smelled different. Harry smelled like a masculine vanilla, Tom smelled like fruit. 

“Well, I brought some movies to watch today if you wanted?” “Yeah, that's great. What movies?”

“Well I figured its finally time for you to watch SpiderMan.” You laughed and shook your head. Is it now? He nodded, settling on the couch and patting the seat beside him. You sat next to him as he set up the movie. You couldn't help compare the two situations. Cuddling with Harry was the warmest thing ever. The way he held onto you, played with your hair or fingers, the way his chest moved when he laughed, the dimples when he looked at you at a cute part, how he hummed to the music in the movie, how he knocked your feet off the table just so you would have to lay them on top of his, everything just seemed to fit perfectly together. With Tom, it was an awkward kind of cuddle. He didn't know where to put his hands, how to hold you properly, and he was a little bony so it wasn't the most comfortable thing to lay against him. 

Throughout the movie, Tom would tell stories about filming that scene and all the craziness that went into it. It was nice, it just wasnt helping you watch the movie for what it was. About halfway through there was a knock at your door, you stood up in the middle of Toms story about hanging upside while being tied to a crane. You opened the door and there stood Harry, a nervous smile on his face. “Uh mind if I join?” he asked shifting his feet around on the floor. You smiled and jumped onto him with a hug. He seemed a little surprised but hugged you tightly nonetheless. You led him into the living room with a smile.

“Look who decided to join movie night.”

“Ah Harry, good to see you mate. Hope you like SpiderMan.” Tom stood up shaking his hand.

“I love it.” Harry answered, settling onto the other end of the couch. Tom also sat down back in his seat, and you awkwardly sat in the middle. Your couch wasnt small but it definitely felt small sitting in the middle of Harry and Tom. You knew you needed to pick a side to lean. Your body wanted to lean towards Harry, but your mind said to lean towards Tom. You settled with neither. You crossed your arms across your chest, leaned back with your feet on the table in front of you, very aware of the gestures each guy was making towards you. Tom had his hand awkwardly up next to yours. Harry’s feet kept edging towards yours and he had a smart ass grin on his face. You kept your eyes on the tv the rest of the movie. When it finished, Tom’s phone rang and he quickly excused himself from the room to answer it. Harry took that as his opportunity. He knocked your feet to floor with an unapologetic smile. “Oh sorry, were your feet comfortable there?”

You shook your head with a smile, knocking his feet off to the side. He took that as an invitation to continue his games. He knocked your feet over, scooting closer to your body. You knocked his feet off again in response. Harry’s next move surprised you. Instead of knocking your feet off, he pushed you gently over on the couch with a “what are you going to do about it look”. You laughed and grabbed him, pulling him with you as the two of you tumbled off the couch and onto the floor. Harry laughed hard, his body now laying over yours, your back on the floor and his arms at the sides of your head keeping him up so he didn't squish you with his weight. You laughed in response and then froze. He was staring at you, you were staring at his lips. He leaned in a little more, and you continued staring. He moved down a little more and you couldn't hold it back anymore. You put your lips to his, connecting with him like a magnet. He pressed harder into you, laying down a little more, deepening the kiss. He nibbled at your bottom lip and you opened your mouth, allowing his tongue to swirl around yours. After a minute you were both out of breath and confused. Harry rolled off you and onto his back. You were both breathing hard, not looking at each other. Harry’s hand grabbed your fingers and you gripped his hand. After another minute you sat up very confused and guilty. Tom came back in and announced he had to run to an emergency meeting. He pressed a kiss to your cheek before running out the door with a goodbye. Harry sat up and looked at you, you boldly returned the gaze. “Uh” you started but he shook his head.

“I should get going..”

“Yeah maybe that's, maybe that's a good decision..” He nodded standing up, reaching his hands down and pulling you to his feet next to him. You walked him to the door, and he stood there not opening it. He was staring at your lips again. You looked up catching his eyes and he went for it. He grabbed your hand and pulled you into him. He lifted you up, your legs wrapping around his waist. His lips were locked on yours, your head was spinning yet you felt it was clearer than it had been in weeks. He turned and pressed your back into the front door. Your fingers were tangled in his hair when you took it a step farther. You gently bit down on his lip, pulling back and looking at him. He groaned and carried you into the bedroom, dropping you gently onto the edge of the bed. Harry kicked off his shoes, he went for the pants as well, but you pulled him to you, his body between your legs his lips on yours. He pulled the t-shirt over you head and kissed down your neck while unclipping your bra and tossing it to the floor. You sucked in a breath as his tongue played around the tender skin of your chest. You leaned into him, pulling his shirt over his head. His fingers trailed their way down your stomach to your hips, he tugged at the sweatpants waist band and slipped his hands underneath them. Your head fell into his, his lips playing games with yours. His fingers tugged at the lace on your panties, your breath catching. You bit down on his already swollen lip and he groaned falling into you and pushing your back onto the bed. “Harry..” you groaned trying to catch your breath. You could feel the bulge in his pants pressing into you and you gripped the bare skin on his back, your nails falling down his back.

“(y/n)” Harry breathed down your neck as you pulled his lips to yours. “If you want me to stop-”

“Dont stop” you mumbled kissing him again. You weren't thinking straight, you weren't really thinking at all. All you knew is that you wanted Harry. He dropped his pants and climbed into the bed with you, tugging your pants and panties off. He gripped your hands in his, his lips against yours. Harry moved closer to you, you could feel his length press against your body and your breath stopped. “Harry” you whined as he teased you, kissing his way down your body, your back arching the lower he got. “Stop teasing.”

He breathily laughed, returning his lips to yours and pressing his length into you. Harry rocked his hips against yours, you groaning and holding onto him tightly. Harry moved faster and groaned dropping his head to your chest. “Im close, Im going to need to pull-”

“Just do it-” you breathed trying to rub your hips against his. Harry pushed deeper in and froze, letting go. He breathed heavily against your lips and you kissed them slowly. Harry slowly pulled out, collapsing onto his back. He reached his arm out and pulled you against his chest. You were both catching your breath when youre phone rang. Gemmas name flashed across the screen and you jumped up, throwing a shirt off your floor on and answering. “Hey Gem.”

“Why are you out of breath?” she asked laughing.

“Uh just ran up the stairs..” you lied looking at Harry who raised an eyebrow in your direction.

“Well okay. Is Harry still over there by chance? I want him to meet Mical while he's here but he's not answering his phone and I know he went over to hang out with you and Tom..”

“Yeah, yeah Harry’s here. Here you can talk to him.” you handed him the phone and breathed out. Looking around for your pants. 

“What?” Harry asked still catching his breath.

“Are you out of breath too?” Gemma asked confused. “Wait- are there even stairs to run up-”

“Gemma what do you want.” Harry asked and you gave him a warning look.

“I want you to come meet Mical.”

“I don't want to.”

“Harry.”

“Gemma.”

“I want you to meet Mical and I want you to meet him today.”

“But-”

“No buts theres no excuse.”

“Ugh.”

“Great. I’ll see you soon. I love you!” She said before hanging up. Harry tossed you his phone and you laughed. “Shut up.”

“Hes a nice guy Harry.”

“Yeah I’m sure.” You rolled your eyes and tossed him his shirt. 

“I think you’ll like him.” 

“Youre coming with me.”

“What? No-”

“Oh yeah. You’ve already met him and Im going to need my gi- my friend to help me stay calm because I know I’m not going to like him. So get dressed because you can't wear my clothes to her house.” He smirked and added, “even though you definitely pull off the look.” You rolled your eyes and groaned knowing very well you needed to go and help him through. He laughed knowing he won. “I kind of like the friend card.”

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So I have one more part planned for this series! I hope you are all enjoying it! What do you think is going to happen?

xoxo

#one direction #directioners #one direction imagines #one direction fanfiction #Harry Styles #harrystyles #harry styles fanfiction #harry styles imagine #harry styles imagines #tom holland #tom holland imagine

[backtobackbakubabe]

I’m Gonna Make This Place Your Home

Bakugo X Reader 

Runaway reader finds a home with Bakugo. But will trouble follow?

Warnings * This one is a little heavier than stuff I have written in the past. Kidnapping and mentions of abuse. 

Words: 3676

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This was the third night in a row he had woken up in a cold sweat. This had been happening periodically for months but it had been happening more frequently lately. It was the same dream over and over again. It would always start as a normal dream but before he knew it, there was a girl maybe a year or two younger than he was. She was always dressed in the same shitty dress. Her hair wild and tangled. But  nothing was more haunting than her eyes. They were so sad and scared. She was always reaching out to him, her lips moving but no noise coming out. He desperately wanted to know what she was saying, but he never got the chance. He’d always wake up panting and angry. 

It didn't matter what time it was he always got up after that and went for a run. There was no going back to sleep after that. Those eyes were burned into his brain. Every time he closed his eyes he could see that scared look, and it crushed him. 

He didn't even know this girl. At least he didn’t think he did. He read somewhere that your brain can’t invent new people so all the people in your dreams where people you had seen before. 

Was she someone he had saved in the past. No he would have remembered her, he could tell she was pretty even if she was underfed and covered in dirt. Was she someone he saw in a movie or on TV? That had to be it. The only problem was he had been so busy with hero work he hadn't had the time to relax and watch anything in months. He was in his first year as a Pro Hero and he was working relentlessly to make sure everyone knew his name. 

He poured himself a cup of coffee and took a look at the clock. 4 am. Fuck he had only been asleep for a little over two hours. He rubbed his temples. He had to report to work in six hours. Maybe he should just go in early. If he’s going to be awake he might as well get paid for it. 

He sluggishly got dressed and drained the rest of his coffee. Thank god today was supposed to be a short day anyways. He didn't know if he could make it through another 24 hour shift. 

The ding of the elevator sounded louder than usual, and in his exhausted grumpy state he took it very personally. As if the elevator knew he was tired and wanted to taunt him. 

He walked over to his desk and threw his bag that held his costume onto it before slumping into his chair. 

“Wow. dont take this wrong way. But you kind of look like shit.” He looked over to the cheery as hell red head that he usually would consider his best friend, “How the hell am I not supposed to take that the wrong way?”

Kirishima rubbed the back of his neck, “I mean you just look tired is all. Speaking of which shouldn't you be asleep right now? Your shift doesn't start until 10. I know you’re punctual and all but four hours early seems a bit extreme.” 

He leaned back in his chair attempting to rub the exhaustion from his eyes, “I’m fine. I have paperwork to catch up on before my shift starts anyways.” 

Kirishima gave him a concerned look, “You hate paperwork man. What’s really going on?”

He debated for a few seconds if he should say anything, but then decided it might help to actually to talk about it with someone. “I’ve been having these weird dreams... Theres always this girl-”

“A girl! ooooh is she pretty?” 

He gave the red head an annoyed look. 

“Oh right not important. Continue. Sorry.”

He rolled his eyes, “Yes she is pretty. Anyways. She keeps popping into my dreams. It looks like she needs help but I can never hear her. She’s dirty and way too skinny and I dont know.. Its just messing with my head.” 

Kirishima seemed to ponder on that for a bit, “Do you recognize the girl? Like is she someone you know?” 

Bakugo sighed, “No, at least I dont think I do.” 

Kirishima nodded, “What is she doing in these dreams?” 

“I dont know. I guess she’s reaching out to me. At least that’s what it looks like.” 

Kirishima brought his hand up tp his chin as if he was Sherlock Holmes solving a case, “Why dont you take her hand then? If she’s reaching out to you, it must mean she wants you to right?” 

Bakugo threw his hands up in defeat, “I dont fucking know! Even if I wanted to it’s not like I have complete control over my dreams. I’m asleep for fucks sake.” 

Kirishima rolled his eyes, “Alright grumpy gills. I think you need a nap. And this time if any girls happen to stroll through your dreams at least try to hold their hand and see where that gets you. Alright? I’ll handle your paperwork and come wake you up when it’s time for your shift.” 

He wanted to argue but even after 3 cups of coffee he was utterly exhausted. He couldn't work like this. Kirishima was right. He needed a nap. 

He curled up on one of the couches in the break room and fell asleep almost instantly. His dreams started out normal enough. Nothing odd in any way and then out of no where. There she was. Reaching out to him. Her eyes terrified, a silent scream on her lips. 

He was supposed to do something. What was it? Oh yeah. He slowly reached his hand out to hers. It seemed to go so slowly as if he was moving through molasses. His muscles hurt from the effort of forcing his arm up to meet hers. 

Finally his fingers brushed against hers... and he heard it. 

Her voice rang out loud and clear. “Help me Ground Zero! Please!” 

He gripped her hand tighter, “Who are you? What do you want?” 

The girl started to cry, “No time for that now. They’re onto me! Where are you?”

Bakugo flinched, “I’m at work at All Mights new agency.” 

She nodded her head in understanding and for the first time ever she left before he woke up.

Next thing he knew he was being shook awake, “Come on man time to get up! Tell your dream girl you’ll call her back later.” 

He shot straight up, “I did it...”

“That’s great..... what did you do?” 

Bakugo stood up his body coursing with adrenaline, “I touched her hand... and I heard her! She asked me for help and asked me where I was.” 

Kirishima looked at him like he had lost it, “Alright crazy pants enough of that. You know its a dream right? As in it’s not real. This is real, we are real, and you’re really about to be late if you dont hurry up and get changed.” 

Bakugo spent the rest of his shift on high alert. He looked around every corner to see if you were there. You were real. He doesn't now how, but he knows that to be true. He knew he couldn't say that out loud without sounding like a escaped mental patient but his heart kept telling him you needed him. 

Your voice played on an endless loop through his head. It drowned out everything else including Kirishima's annoying consistent ramble. 

The day flew by faster than usual which Bakugo was extremely grateful for. He was practically running out the door with Kirishima yelling after him about meeting up for drinks later. Yeah that wasn’t happening. 

He had taken all of three steps out of the building when he was being tackled. Well tackled wasnt exactly the right word, because that would imply that he fell, which he did not. Instead he lost his balance for a second before turning to see the source. 

It was her. It was you. 

“Shit shit shit. You’re real. I knew it! What are you doing here? Who are you?” 

You looked up at him with desperate eyes, “Get me out of here. They’re after me! I promise I’ll tell you everything just please get me somewhere safe.” 

He looked around to see if anyone was watching, but no one was around. He grabbed your hand and started walking towards his apartment, “I only live a few bocks from here. Think you can make it that far?” 

You nodded. If only he knew how far you had already come to find him. 

Soon enough you were being dragged through the door to his apartment. He lead you to the kitchen table and immediately began to pace back and forth in front of you. He suddenly stopped and looked at you, his eyes boring into yours. “Alright are you going to tell me who the fuck you are and what the fuck is going on?” 

You flinched a bit at his angry voice but quickly reminded yourself that he was good, he wouldnt hurt you. You composed yourself the best you could under the circumstances, “My name is Y/n. I was kidnapped as a child by a group of villains. They have been using my quirk to their advantage for years. I finally managed to get out and come find you.” 

He pulled a chair up so he could sit and face you, “Okay but why me? Out of all the people in the world why me? How were you in my head?” 

You looked down into your lap where your fingers were gripping the hem of your dirty dress, “My quirk allows me to enter people dreams. I'm a dream walker. But it cant be just anyone. I have to have seen their face and I have to know their name. I was a child when they took me. I didn't know any better. I thought they were my family. It wasnt until I got older that I realized how wrong what they were doing was. They would have me enter peoples dreams to get them to confess things, gain information, plant ideas... One day I fought back and tried to reach out for help. The only problem was I didn't know anyone... everyone I knew was a villain. All the people that I had visited in dreams before wouldn't listen to me. And why should they. I betrayed them. I entered their dreams, and stole their private information. Even if they wanted to help, I had no idea where I was... there was no way for them to find me.” 

He reached out and took your hand in his, “I’m so sorry that happened to you.... but you still haven't answered my question... why me?” 

He may be a bit insensitive but he still had no idea who you were and he didn't want to run the risk of this being some weird twisted trap. 

You wiped a tear from your dirt stained cheeks. “One night I snuck out of my room t- to try and get something to eat.... and the news was on, on the tv in the kitchen. It was an interview with you. I saw your face and I heard the name Ground Zero.  That’s all I got before I was being dragged back to my room and was pumped full of so many drugs so I couldnt use my quirk.” 

You were shaking now, “I dont know why and I cant explain it. But I felt a weird connection with you. Every day I repeated your name over and over again through my drugged state so I wouldn't forget it. I kept telling myself you were going to save me. Finally I was able to push through the drugged haze to reach out to you. To walk into your dream.”

Bakugo’s head was spinning, “Is that why I couldnt hear you? Because you were drugged?” 

You shook your head, “No, I have to have permission to truly be in someones head, you had to touch me, to acknowledge me before I can talk to you.” 

He took a deep breath, “Well I’m sorry I didn't do it sooner.... So how did you get here.” 

You started messing with the hem or your dress again, “They decided to move me to a different location. Said I was being too difficult and needed to be taught a lesson. I jumped out of the back of a moving van. I didn't know where I was going but I found my way to the city and asked the first person I saw for directions.” 

Bakugo was leaning towards you now, completely invested in the story, “Why didn't you go to the police?”

You sighed, “I dont know who to trust. They have moles everywhere. I cant risk showing up on a police report. They’d find me.” 

He nodded for a few moments thinking it over. “Ok.... well... I have a spare bedroom you are more than welcome to use. It looks like you need some food and it smells like you need a shower. The bathroom is down the hall, do you like spicy food?”

Your eyes widened, “Does that mean you’ll let me stay?”

He huffed, “Well I’m not going to fucking kick you out to rough it on the streets! Now do you like spicy food or not?” 

You shrugged as you tried to hold back the relieved tears that threatened to spill out, “I dont know. I’ve never had spicy food. I was only ever fed white rice. Sometimes if I did a good job they would add chicken.” 

He gave you a sad look, “Alright so I’ll go easy with the seasoning. Take your time, relax and I’ll get you some clean clothes.” 

You nodded as you walked carefully over to the bathroom he had pointed out earlier. You were almost too scared to touch anything. You didn't want to do anything that would make him change his mind. 

The shower felt so good. You couldnt remember the last time you had, had a shower. It had to have been during what you called your cooperative phase. They were so nice to you then. Before you realized they were all monsters. You had a nice soft bed, your own bathroom, and so many books to read. When you fought back everything had changed. 

You could see all the mud and dried blood swirling around before it went down the drain. You decided then and there that this was goodbye to your old life. If you could even call it a life. It was all going down the drain as well and you were never going back.

When you finally stepped out of the shower there was a warm looking hoodie as well a a pair of shorts and boxers sitting on the bathroom counter. The hoodie hung down to your knees and you had never felt so warm and fuzzy. You didn't know it was possible for an article of clothing to feel... safe. 

You walked out into the hallway and could hear hushed voices, you panicked. Had they already found you? 

“Dude I heard the shower running and you’re cooking... you definitely have a girl over! Who is it?”

“Will you shut up! She’ll hear you!”

“You DO have a girl over!” 

“Will you just fucking leave already? I promise I’ll tell you about it later. Tell the director I won't be able to make it work for the next few days. I’m uh.. sick.” 

“Sick huh?”

“Yeah I’m sick... sick of your shit, now leave!” 

You couldnt help it you giggled. It sounded so weird but it was undeniably a giggle. You felt a weight start to slowly lift from your shoulders. 

You waited until you heard the door shut before leaving the safety of the hallway and joining Ground Zero at the diner table. Your mouth started to water and you stomach rumbled, it all looked so good. You looked over to him, unsure if it would be rude to just dig in. 

He froze with a spoon midway to his mouth, “What? Are you waiting for permission or something? Fuck that just eat.” 

Your eyes lit up as you started to drain your bowl or soup first, immediately followed by mountain of noodles. It all tasted so good, “Thank you so much Ground Zero. This is delicious. You are an amazing cook.” 

You could see him blush a bit before shoving another bite into his mouth numbing a quick, “It’s Bakugo.”

You both sat in an awkward silence, eating until you were both fat and happy. When you finally decided you were done you leaned back into you seat. “That had to be the best meal I’ve ever had.”

Bakugo stood up and started collecting the dishes, “Dont take this the wrong way but it’s not like your pallet was all that expanded before.” He could see hurt flash over your features briefly before you schooled them back to neutral. He tried to salvage this conversation, “But dont worry I’ll try to stay away from cooking rice. I have a feeling you've had enough of that.”

You smiled as you stood up to help, “Here you cooked, the least I could do is clean up.” 

He took the plate that was in your hand, “Maybe next time... You’ve had a shower, you’ve been fed, now you just need to get a good nights sleep.” He gestured over to the hallway. “The bedroom at the end of the hall is mine. The one thats closest to us right now it the guest bedroom and the they're connected by the bathroom. I’ve been told I snore so I will apologize in advance for that. Go ahead and make yourself at home. There’s a tv and everything.” When you didn't move he gave you a light hearted nudge in the direction of the bedroom. “Honestly dont worry about it. I got it from here. Go get some sleep.” 

You weren't used to someone taking care of you and it made you feel suspicious. This was too good to be true. But you were also too tired to dwell too much. For the first time in a long time you were clean, full, and you actually have a bed to sleep in. Besides Ground Zero was a hero. Theres no way he’d do something to hurt you.... right? 

You tip toed over to your new room and marveled at how comfortable the bed looked. You pulled your pants off, opting for just the hoodie and boxers. Burrowing into the covers with your pile of comfy pillows beneath you, you practically hummed in comfort. You rolled over and saw Bakugo through the bathroom. He was also getting ready for bed in the dim light of his bedside lamp. He gave you a soft smile before closing his door. 

You weren't necessarily a fan of closed doors. You cant lock a door that isn't closed after all. But you felt safe none the less. You knew he was just in the other room. So you found yourself drifting off. 

You were back in your old room. Nothing but a bucket and a stained pillow so thin it may as well have just been a pillow case. You could smell the contents of the bucket in the corner and it made you want to puke. It was freezing but all you had for warmth was the thin tattered dress you wore. Your body hurt from how hard you were shivering. The pain in your stomach the worst of all. They hadn't fed you in a few days. Saying only good girls deserve food. You huddled further into yourself as you heard the deadbolt to what may as well have been your cell click. Someone was coming in. What do they want? The big guy walked in. The one with the crooked nose. “Time to take your medicine.” You thrashed around and tried to resist but he just held you down, laughing that sickly laugh that would haunt you forever. 

“NO!” 

You shot up in bed. Your face was soaked with tears. You felt a strong grip on you shoulder. You swung into the darkness and felt your fist connect with something solid. 

“Oi! relax its just me. You were having a nightmare. Thought I’d come wake you up.” 

You rubbed your eyes, “I’m so sorry I didn't mean to wake you.” 

He turned on the lamp on your nightstand, “It’s okay, it’s not like I have to work tomorrow anyways....” He was lost. He wanted to comfort you but he didn't want to crowd you. He also just met you today and shouldn't have such a strong urge to wrap his arms around you. But he does and he doesn't know how he feels about it. “So... do you want to talk about it?”

You shook your head, “I’d rather not. I just want to forget all about it...”

Bakugo nodded, “Thats fair... well if you need anything I’ll be right through there.” He pointed through the doors to his room. 

You bit your lip as you mustered up your courage, “Do you think you could... I mean you totally dont have to... but if its okay with you... could you... possibly stay with me until I fall asleep?” 

He quirked an eyebrow at you, “Uh... sure. I guess. That’s fine.”

You quickly snuggled back into your side of the bed and he got comfortable on his. He took a look at your sleeping face and felt his heart start to ache. You hadn't needed to tell him about your nightmare because you had already shown it to him. You had subconsciously pulled him into your dream and he had a front row seat to the horrors of your past. He reached out and brushed a stray hair away from your sleeping face. He’ll be damed if anyone tried to hurt you again. 

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[cosmicbash]

(answer only if ur comfy with answering) i’m pretty sure 3/4 of the boys (em, kells, rook, and pete) prolly self harmed, i mean the fuckers are covered in tats, i won’t be surprised if the “it looks cool” is just an excuse. how would their s/o react to the scars?

Pete:

Pete talked alot about his self harm in his interview early on this year with Charlamagne. I highly recommend anyone who likes Pete, doesnt like pete, or just wants to know who the fuck he is watches is. Its an hour long but I literally sobbed while watching it because its just so heartbreaking some of the stuff hes gone through and how deeply I can relate to alot of his struggles.

Fuck it imma link it.

But anyway. He's said he used tattooing for a while as a less destructive form of self harm because the pain from getting them done worked the same way cutting did for him. Also he had them done to cover up some of his self harm scars because he used to cut his own chest. Pete's always been very open about this kind of stuff. Especially so in the interview where he goes into a lot of explicit detail so if thats potentially triggering I would have to also recommend AGAINST watching it unfortunately.

But as for how his SO would react?

Rook would already know ahead of time about Pete's past and current self harm habits. In interviews Pete talks alot about how he "warns" his partners when they first get together about how he's "crazy" and regularly will need to take "vacations" to the mental hospital to get a handle back on things when his meds need readjusted or his mental health gets to be too much of a struggle to handle on his own with his outpatient therapy. So, by the time they're actively dating, in a serious relationship Rook would already probably have figured out what days are going to be bad ones for Pete and what he can do to help.

Like noticing Pete looking more disheveled on their facetime calls, or his jokes leaning a bit too far on the scale of self deprication. They can't always be together because of their careers and living situations (at least not until they move in together) but Rook would drop some of their usual teasing banter for the day and instead fill their conversations and calls with reassurances and check ins on what Pete might need. The most important thing for him would be making sure Pete knows he loves him and that he's not going anywhere just because Petes having a low day and acte snappy or distant.

Rook doesn't notice Pete's scars most of the time. Not unless he looks closely for them and, except during the dim quiet nights where they're laying together and his fingers are tracing the random explosion of art lining Pete's chest the drummer actually forgets they exist at all. When they first met it was hard for him to even imagine cheery, sweet always giggling Pete in such a dark space that he would do things like that but, once the proof is infront of his eyes it's hard for Rook not to feel his heart ache even before he's fallen completely in love with the man. Rarely he will find his fingers catching on a feather thin line on Pete's skin, and when they do the kiss that follows is not out of pity but one of acceptance. Pete's perfect. Even with all of his sharp edges and missing pieces. That's just more space for Rook to fit himself into to act as support.

Kells:

Kells has said similar too, I think I remember an interview with him saying he also got tatts to cover up some self harm scars (also to fight some of his body dysphoria. Which actually got heightened really badly when he had to wear all that makeup for the dirt and see himself truly 'naked' again.) Cutting himself, including on the chest like Pete has mentioned. He also drinks and does drugs to self harm and numb the pain.

The majority of his scars are hidden away by his colorful tats. The few Em discovers are like Rook, through accident. The pads of his fingers catching on a slightly different texture or a close examination of some of the blonde's artwork. Kells is less vocal than Pete. If Em presses, depending on the day he might give a detailed account for each gash or on a less comfortable night he might change the subject with a "i dunno, probably happened when i was drunk/high/a kid"

Em does his best to respect Kelly's comfort but the few scars he finds uncovered down around the blondes ankle become a favorite spot of his to hold and stroke whenever available. Theres just something about them. Maybe the strong need to "protect" that rushes through him when he touches them or it could be the almost possessive idea that while the world may know every tiny piece of art that litters his boyfriends flesh, this small patch is his and his alone to see. Like a secret held between the two of them.

Em:

Em's obviously talked about his own self harm in the past. His "slit me" wrist tattoo an unashamed statement to it. Even after he got sober and stopped doing the "usual methods" like cutting, drinking excessively, and nearly overdosing, he did struggle with starving himself or abusing his body by over exercising instead. Like Em tore his hip flexors after getting sober because of it. I'd hope that nowadays he's got a better handle on things but it wouldn't be shocking if he still struggled from time to time.

So, Kell's being a huge stan of his. Even before the beef is guaranteed to know about it. He looked up to Em and compared the similarities of their lives for years.

That doesn't make it any less jarring when they get together and he stumbles upon the scars though.

The faint faded lines across Em's wrists he expects. Even the almost undetectable jagged line along the older rapper's scalp from his childhood bully is something he knows enough about to immediately place. But the paler crossing lines he spots one day between Em's thighs are what make them all feel "real" and less like some tiny little trivia fact he read in a magazine, heard in an interview, a song. Them and Em's quiet almost reluctant admission of their placement being the only true "private" space he thought he could use crushing the final leg on the unreachable pedestal a younger Kells had placed the man up on. Allowing him to actually see Em. To fall in love with him.

From that moment on Kells hands find themselves glued there every time they go to sleep. It doesn't matter the position. Big spoon or little spoon he will twist his wrist or arm to curl one hand around the soft flesh of Em's inner thigh. Just to feel them against his palm or to sleepily stroke with his thumb.

Sure, it might be a little like how his knowledge of them tickles that posessive side he and Em both share. But, it's actually mostly just because Kelly finds them beautiful. Scars have always been attractive to him and every bitter huff or dismissal of how they're ugly or childish from Em just makes him want to kiss and stroke them more.

Rook:

I unfortunately don't know much about Rook's history with self harm. Its reasonable to assume he shares the same "drown your sorrows" habits kells and Pete have/did. And from what I've seen and learned about him through his lives and just following his social media I couldnt speculate one way or another.

Regardless any kind of scars Pete might discover on Rook would be treated with care. Lots of soft fluttered kisses and gentle brushes of fingers.

Pete wouldn't pry. Current Rook and the risk of any future scars are far more important to him. If Rook wants to share or talk about them he's of course eager to be there for him to listen and support. And even though he knows the struggle with mental health and jow unavoidable some heartache and pains may be that doesn't stop him from feeling any less grief over not meeting Rook sooner to prevent the drummer from experiencing some of it.

And ahh its almost 1:30 am anon 🥺🥺 sorry I got a little carried away with this ask. I hope it's close to the type of answer you wanted but I'm gonna cut it here because I'm hitting a wall.

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[apoguecalledjj]

Fixation ( Chapter 9)

Sorry for my absence! I just started my first year of uni. But anyways, here it is, the last chapter of Fixation! (Theres an epilogue coming!) Definitely shorter than I originally planned, but I’m proud of it and I’m just happy to get it published. Hope you loved this series as much as I loved writing it!

Series summary: Eleanor is new to the outer banks, and the pogues are quick to take her in. But so are the kooks, and as she grows closer with Rafe, trouble emerges. Trying to balance her relationship with the pogues and the kooks, as well as dealing with her own personal problems, Eleanor falls into a hole she may not be able to dig herself out of.

Chapter Word Count: 2111

Chapter Warnings: None

Previous Parts: Ch. 1 Series masterlist

Taglist: @prejudic3 @maragritatimebaybee @drewxxrudy @outerbankslove @bricksatanakinswindow @alexa-playafricabytoto @gigi-june

JJ hardly left Ellie’s side. For the entirety of the two weeks, she was in the hospital, he was there, sat by her bed. He left to shower and sleep, and that was only because the nurses told him he had to. Of course, Ellie’s family and the pogues visited quite often as well, and Topper and Kelce. But the dedication JJ showed to Ellie melted her heart, and every day, thoughts of Rafe drifted away and were replaced with more and more of the beautiful blond-haired boy next to her. He stayed even when withdrawal and recovery got bad, held her hand through every needle and test she had done, and told her stories from his life when she got bored. John B and Pope teased him, wondering what had happened to the JJ they knew, but it was obvious to everyone what had happened: He had fallen in love. Now, just a few days after Ellie’s discharge from the hospital, the pair sat in her bed, the door opened just a crack from the rules her uncle laid, her head resting gently on his chest as he scrolled through her Netflix looking for a movie. Travis had grown to like JJ, something that shocked everyone. Even if Travis didn’t already have a bias against pogues, JJ had a reputation that everyone on the island knew about, and adults didn’t usually take kindly to him. But Travis couldn’t help but notice the way JJ changed around his niece, how he was much more gentle and quiet, and Travis respected that. “JJ, just turn on friends or something. I think I wanna have a nap,” Ellie muttered, snuggling in further onto JJ’s chest. The two weren’t official yet, Ellie still wanted to take things slow and they hadn’t gone any further than kissing, but everyone still considered her JJ’s girl. “El, you slept for 12 hours last night, and 13 the night before! How do you sleep so much?” “I got up to pee a couple of times,” Ellie muttered in defense, and JJ chuckled. “And it’s not my fault you’re so comfy. You make it so easy to fall asleep.” JJ didn’t respond, instead, he just switched-on friends and rested his head lightly against Ellie’s. He reached down, grabbing her hand in his, and she slowly rubbed her fingers over his calloused palms. He too found himself growing tired, the tiny action relaxing him as he focused on the feeling of her small hands against his. Ellie was barely drifting off when her phone rang, waking her. She groaned, barely opening her eyes to glance up at JJ. “Can you grab that?” JJ leaned over, reaching across her body to pick up her phone which was sitting on the nightstand. “Uh, Ellie,” He exclaimed as he turned it over, looking at the caller ID. “It’s your mom.” Ellie shot up, all traces of tiredness lost from her body. She had been here for a couple of months already, and her mother hadn’t reached out to her once. So why now? JJ stayed quiet as she answered the phone, not really knowing what to do. He had heard lots about Ellie’s mom, but he wasn’t sure if her calling was a good or bad thing. “What do you want?” Ellie snapped into the phone. It was definitely a bad thing. Ellie couldn’t help but roll her eyes as her mother’s voice echoed through the phone, slurred, just like always. “Eleanor. Travis told me what happened and I just wanted to check on my baby girl.” “Please don’t call me your baby girl.” The words stung Ellie. She understood addiction, especially after having gone through it, but that didn’t make the neglect from her mom hurt any less. “I love you, Eleanor. I’m sober now. I’m trying to get better, just for you. I’ve been going to meetings and-” Ellie cut her mom off. “You’re slurring. God only knows what you’re high on right now.” JJ shifted over, moving closer to Ellie so he could wrap his arms around her gently. Her eyes were filled with tears, threatening to overflow. Hearing from her mom unexpectedly shook her to her core, and a knot had worked its way into her stomach and showed no sign of leaving. “Don’t reach out to me until you’re sober, mom.” Ellie hung up the phone, not bothering to listen to anything else the woman had to say. She was tired, her whole life she had been dealing with her mother's addiction all while learning to take care of herself and her sister, and it seemed to be following her no matter where she went. “You okay?” JJ asked quietly, brushing away a stray tear that had leaked from her eye. He tugged on her body lightly, laying her down on the bed next to him and pulling her closer to his chest. The question seemed to ake things worst though, and JJ internally swore as Ellie began to shake and sob. He knew what it was like to have a shitty parent, but seeing someone else go through the pain was so heartbreaking, especially when it was someone he loved so much. He wanted more than anything to take all the pain away from her, but that was something he couldn’t do, so instead, he held her close and prayed that one day she could be fully happy. --- It was Ellie’s first time back at the chateau since she had been discharged from the hospital. Even though it had already been a couple of weeks, the pogues had all been quite busy and there wasn’t a great time for them all to get together. Today though, everyone was free, so they planned a little celebration for Ellie. Even with just the six of them, a few balloons and a small store-bought cake, the ‘party’ still bought a huge smile to Ellie’s face that stuck around even after the cake had been devoured and the balloons had been popped (The first was an accident by John B, the rest by JJ after he saw how much the loud pop scared everyone else). It was beginning to get dark out, and they had made their way from John B’s tiny, and now messy, kitchen out to the small firepit he had outside. It took a while to light the fire, but once it was ablaze the laughter and chats continued. Ellie couldn’t help but notice that for the entire day, not a drop of alcohol was involved. Even though alcohol wasn’t involved in her recent addiction and overdose, the pogues were still cautious with her recovery and she appreciated that. As the air began to get chilly, Ellie leaned into JJ’s side, and he wrapped his arm around her waist to pull her even closer. Sarah smirked, there had been no talks of a relationship between the two since Ellie had been released from the hospital but everyone could tell something was going on. Sarah opened her mouth, ready to question the pair cuddled up together, but footsteps approaching from the driveway interrupted her. John B and Kiara heard it too, their faces contorted in confusion as they weren’t expecting anyone else to show up. “What the fuck are you doing here?” John B noticed who it was first, and he stood up hastily, clearly trying to block Ellie’s view of who it was. But as soon as John B spoke, Ellie pulled away from the warmth of the boy beside her, standing up so she could see over John B’s shoulder. She moved forward quickly, ready to jump in to help the pogues with their unwanted guest, but quickly froze as she made eye contact with Rafe Cameron. JJ was beside her in an instant, his hand lightly resting on her lower back. She could hear him breathing heavily, could feel the anger radiating from him. “You got a lot of nerve showing up here,” He sneered, ready to jump into a fight. “I just want to see Ellie,” Rafe said defensively, his hands raised in the air. “I have no interest in seeing you.” Ellie found her voice, the words coming out way harsher than intended, not that she minded. “Ellie, I-” Rafe started to speak, moving to get closer to her, but he was blocked as John B quickly stepped to the side. “Could you shut the fuck up?” It was clear how angry Ellie was, all the fear and uneasiness she had displaced just minutes ago nowhere to be seen. She pulled away from JJ and brushed past John B so that she was stood directly in front of her ex. “Ellie, wha-” JJ questioned her but was cut off by a wave of her hand, and all the pogues were quiet. None of them doubted Ellie, she could handle this herself and they all knew it. “Why are you being so fucking rude?” The softness that had coated Rafe’s face when he first arrived was gone, replaced with fury and hatred. Ellie rolled her eyes. “You almost killed me, Rafe. You left me to die from an overdose on a drug that I never even would have taken if it wasn’t for you. Not to mention, the entirety of our relationship, you were a complete ass. So yes, I’m being rude. I have no idea why you would even think it would be okay to come here to see me.” “Whatever. You’re a massive fucking bitch anyways,” Rafe muttered. At this, JJ’s hand balled into a fist, enraged that the kook had the audacity to talk about Ellie that way. He wanted to rush forward, to pound his fist into his face. But he didn’t need to, because as Rafe turned to leave, Ellie reached out and grabbed his hand, turning him back towards her. Hope flashed in his eyes, Rafe’s immediate thought being that she changed her mind and was going to ask him not to leave. That thought was short-lived though because Ellie proceeded to smack him across the face. John B gasped, shocked at the sudden physical outburst from Ellie he hadn’t seen before. Sarah snorted, glad to see her brother finally getting what he deserved. Pope blinked slowly, trying to figure out what had happened to the sweet Ellie he had got to know, not that he blamed her for hitting Rafe. JJ stared in awe, amazed at the girl he loved standing up for herself. Rafe opened his mouth to speak, his eyes narrow as he glared at Ellie. “Don’t,” She said, shaking her head. “I think it’s time for you to leave.” Luckily, Rafe turned to leave, no longer interested in putting up a fight. Ellie stuck up her middle finger to him as he left, and even though his back was to her and he couldn’t see it, the gesture still made her feel good. “Woah, Ellie!” John B shouted once Rafe’s truck had sped off. “Didn’t know you had it in you!” “That’s my girl!” JJ whooped, rushing forward and wrapping his arms around her. He lifted her in the air, spinning her around with excitement, but quickly noticed how stiff she was, her arms didn’t reciprocate the hug, her smile didn’t match his, instead, she nibbled at her lip nervously, her eyes wide. JJ quickly backtracked and realized the mistake he made. “Oh, shit, El,” He muttered, putting her down and stepping back to look at her better. “I’m sorry, that just slipped out.” Ellie blinked a couple of times, gathering her thoughts together before slowly smiling. “No, I- I liked the sound of it. I think I’d like to be your girl.” JJ could hear his friends cheering around them, but at that moment, all he could focus on was her. The words took him by surprise, she had been so set on taking things slow, he didn’t expect it. Ellie could tell he was flustered, the slight pink tinge to his cheeks giving him away. She stepped forward with a smirk, grabbing his hand to pull him closer as well. They were basically touching, she glanced up at him innocently and JJ swore he fell in love even more. “You gonna kiss your girl?” Ellie whispered. JJ bent his head down slightly so his lips could meet hers, and even though they had kissed before, this felt different. She was finally his. He wrapped his arms around her, pulling her even closer, both of them forgetting about everyone around them. JJ was absolutely and utterly in love with her, and he didn’t know it, but she was in love with him too.

#Outer Banks #outer banks netflix #outer banks imagine #outer banks imagines #outer banks jj #obx #obx fic #outer banks one shot #obx imagine #obx one shot #obx netflix #jj #jj maybank fic #jj maybank #jj maybank one shot #outer banks jj maybank #OC #oc x jj

[might-guys-acorn]

Do you do hc's? If you do, could you do Akatsuki relationship hc's please?

Ive never done hc's before, but Im gonna do my best :) hope they turn out okay! -🦎

P.S. this post will be super long, so my apologies in advance folks❤

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Pain

Super quiet baby.

Shows his affection through actions, not words

Has difficulties showing his emotions, but genuinely tries his best.

Isnt sure how to be in a relationship, so is very awkward. Stutters a lot when talking to or about you: "Uh.... Y/N.....I think you look, uh, s-stunning today."

Blushes all the time.

You love it

So you do literally anything in your power to cause it. Brushing his hair out of his face, complimenting him in front of others, kissing him on the cheek randomly, etc.

Loves kissing in the rain. It overwhelms his senses, from the feel of the drops on his skin, to the smell of your hair, to the light shiver he can feel run down your spine after a while. He loves every second.

Will do anything for you. Legitimately ready to end the world for the one that he loves

Konan

Super sentimental type

Talks about her past a lot, and wants to hear all about yours.

Emotional connection is an absolute must, looks are always second in her book

Want you to get along with her friends, specifically Pain. You two are the most important people in her life, so its essential that you get along.

Thinks its precious that youre interested in her hobbies. Plenty of nights will be spent trying to help you learn origami, but at the end of the day, theres just a bunch of lopsided cranes and crumple flowers around the two of you asleep on the carpet.

I dont think shed be much of a cook, so meals are a must for you. She'll always compliment you on it though : "Y/N, this breakfast looks lovely. How'd I end up with a catch like you?"

She does make a mean cup of tea though

Likes to leave little notes or origami figures around for you to find when shes away :)

Deidara

Super obnoxious ngl

Likes to show you off to everybody. Like. Everyone. Other members, enemies, people on the street. You name it.

"LOOK AT MY S/O! ARENT THEY THE MOST BEAUTIFUL BEING YOUVE EVER SEEN? THEY ARE ART ITSELF, I ALMOST WANT TO BLOW THEM UP, THEYRE THAT GORGEOUS."

Theres never a quiet moment with him

Especially right before bed, when he starts to babble nonsense because hes tired. You never knew a person could have so many thoughts until he never let one pass without it leaving his mouth

His babbling is pretty endearing though, because he is forever thinking about how amazing you are

But the only way to shut him up is to kiss him

Luckily, hes an incredibly good kisser

Will forever refer to you as his muse. And model many an artwork after you. Its very sweet until he makes them explode to show off the 'true beauty'

Sasori

Very detached at the beginning

Doesnt like having ties to this world

But he soon realizes there's no way to get rid of you, and he doesnt particularly want to either.

After that realization, he spends as much time with you as possible

Expect lots of cuddles, quiet nights, and endless hours of talking. About his past, his parents, his puppets. He wants you to know it all, because he feels like with all of it, he has to be unlovable

Is very shocked when you stick around and accept him, becomes very attached to you afterwards.

Doesnt do dates often, but on the occasional one, hes incredibly punctual and expects you to be

Hes very insecure about his "heart". He absolutely melts if you take time to let him know that its wonderful, just like him

Overall, hes just very relieved to have you in his life

Itachi

Truly surprised to be in a relationship at all

This isnt part of his mission

100% soft boi™️

Loves to hold your hand, kiss your knuckles, gaze into your eyes, all of it. Anything he has to do to remind himself that youre real, and that you love him.

Becomes a literal puddle when he realizes youre trying to name and differentiate all of his crows

Lets you feed them regularly and marvels at how sweet they are to you

Doesnt understand how someone so pure could be with someone like him, but wont complain simply because he hates the thought of losing this light he's found in his life.

Spends all his time making sure youre happy. Taking care of you when your sick, reading to you on long nights, cuddling you when you get sad. He just wants you to feel better

Doesnt give gifts often, so when you find your favorite one of his crows (Midnight, youd named it) sitting on the table with a red bow around his neck, you cry for hours.

He gets confused and thinks hes done something wrong, but you just kiss him and tell him that its perfect.

Kisame

Doesnt realize hes fallen for you until he sees you wading in a river late at night, singing softly to yourself

Really likes holding your hand

Has some jealousy problems, but not because he doesn't trust you. He just doesn't trust everyone else.

Lots of beach dates

Thinks it's adorable how he has to convince you to get out of the water when its gotten dark and cold

Prefers you don't give him nicknames, just really likes the way his name sounds when it comes out of your mouth

Loves that youre not scared of Samehada, and thinks its precious when you talk to it like its a pet and not a sword

Is even more smitten when Samehada coos back at you, its loyalty to you both means the world to him

Hidan

Insists on your belief in Jashin

Wants you to believe and become immortal with him

The eternal Bonnie and Clyde

Also the kinkiest of the bunch

Has zero issue talking about bedroom business in front of anybody

Likes how you blush when he brings it up in front of large groups of people

"Aw look at how red your cheeks get, thats so cute"

Does things to get on your nerves, because he loves watching you react. Seeing how flustered he can make you is a frequent game he'll play, cuz your anger is just as cute as your smile

Likes to casually hand you his scythe even though its too heavy for you to handle

Watching you try to hold it up makes him laugh, and you yelling at him for laughing only makes it worse honestly

Will try to get you to go on missions with him, simply because you two work together better than anyone else. No one knows him like you do, so sacrifices are always more fruitful with your presence.

Kakuzu

The most distant of the organization

Will be very difficult to connect with

But when he realizes that you seem to know the bingo book better than he does, will insist that you work on his team

From there, he'll see your personality and be thankful for all the hearts he has, because there can be an extra to give to you.

Your smile makes his day, and seeing the way you squeal when the pay comes in for a takedown melts every heart he's got

Thankful that youre just as much of a tightwad as he is, it means you make a very cheap date

Appreciates your intellect, and is happy to have a partner that is as smart as they are attractive, unlike his past partner Hidan.

Silences are an essential part of the relationship, but niether of you mind. Your presence is all he needs to feel at ease, rather than filling the air with meaningless small talk

Tobi

Never fails to laugh at your jokes

Enjoys making you laugh, even if it means making himself look like an idiot

Definition of silly romantic

Will spend lots of time telling you that youre special to him, even if its in a way that doesnt make sense

"I dont need gravity when Im with you, Im always on cloud 9"

Likes to mess with you when you try to touch him by tranferring his body to other dimensions

"Youll have to try harder if you really want to hold my hand, Y/N"

When he does get serious, though, he'll pull you to his other dimension to talk. Its quieter and theres no risk of interruptions

Likes to hug you from behind, and always has a dumb joke on hand if he ever sees you crying

#akatsuki #akatsuki headcannons #pain #konan #deidara #sasori #hidan #itachi #kisame #tobi #naruto imagines #naruto #kakuzu

[ficsandcatsandficsandcats]

*tosses coin to my writer, o valley of plenty* if I may get a little Jask fic where the reader is cursed to be extremely ugly, and is ashamed and hides in a cloak/helmet/whatever to hide her face. Obviously shes in love with him, but theres no way he would ever love someone so hideous. Inevitably, one day someone sees her without the mask, (I dont care who, it can be anyone, even Jask) and they end up talking feelings and shame and all that good stuff.

Fandom: The WitcherPairing: Jaskier x ReaderWord Count: 2,236 Rating: Ga/n: I love the concept of a reader being cursed and bonding with Jaskier over emotions instead of the usual “you’re hot, I’m hot, let’s fuck” (though my catalogue supports that I am not against this particular trope at all). I had a bit of a dilemma when trying to figure out how to approach because I am very cognizant of the way ugliness is socially constructed and I didn’t want to put a bunch of features on blast that someone may recognize in themselves and feel shitty about. Fanfic should either make you happy or sob or sigh but it should never make you feel bad about yourself. So I put a bit of a spin on it and I hopethat’s ok. I think I’ve still got the core of what you’re asking for here and I hope I handled it well. Thank you for coming to my TEDtalk.

There were those who spurned fairytales. They dismissed the stories of fairy godmothers and curses as children’s tales, moralistic tools for discipline. You knew better. You knew all too well how real fairy godmothers were, and how vicious they were when their charges were mistreated. You’d never been able to glean from your father what act he committed to enrage the fairy so but you knew the fallout. Your mother died in childbirth and you, against all odds, stubbornly clung to life and survived. Another punishment had to be handed down and the curse was placed. When you looked in the mirror you saw someone plain. Features indistinct and uninteresting, a canvas of a person. 

You were the lucky one. When others looked at you, they saw the face of the ugliest creature their imaginations could conjure. The fairy had been clever, knowing all too well that beauty was in the eye of beholder and that the only way to ensure your misery and loneliness was to make sure that every eye that beheld you saw something so uniquely gruesome to their own taste that they could not look past it. Your father was included in this and though he denied it you knew between that and losing your mother he was not able to feel or express love for you as he would have been if you weren’t so repugnant in his eyes.

You took to traveling and healing, still clinging to life like you had in your infancy, still determined to fight for your space in the world. Travelling meant you never had to get to know anyone too well or get too close. You’d tried using paints as other ladies did if they wanted to change their appearance but this only seemed to intensify the revulsion you inspired. You ended up wearing a heavy, hooded cloak and a kerchief about your mouth for extra measure. You were an intimidating figure but you tried to balance this with a soft voice and greater skill in healing. If you could offer something to people, you could briefly get the interaction you craved. But you always kept travelling and you rarely ran into the same person twice.

Until Jaskier.

You met him the way you met most people; providing a service. He’d come by your wagon in a rough state, explaining as you cleaned up his wounds that he’d gotten into a disagreement during his performance the night before. He was charming and kind, only asking about your odd attire once and then leaving it be when you made it clear you didn’t want to discuss it. He paid you more coin than you would have asked and you felt grateful that you’d had the chance to meet him and knew it would remain an encounter you kept close to your heart the rest of your days.

And then you saw him again. This time he caught you unawares, out on a very rare excursion away from your wagon to get some supplies. You’d never had someone see you a second time and look so happy about it. He joined you on your shopping, haggling with the shop owners and asking you for advice on the songs he was writing. He tried to get to know you a bit more, asking about how long you’d been traveling and why you’d chosen healing as a profession. It was easy to talk to him and you almost forgot he couldn’t see the burden you hid beneath your wrappings. He walked you back to your wagon, even going so far as to help you up into it, his hand grasping yours lightly to support you. Your touch starved skin tingled for hours in the spot his hand had been.

The third time you saw him was the worst day of your life. You’d known you were taking a risk by leaving the wagon without the hood and mask but you tried to convince yourself that you were only going down to the river for a moment to bathe. It was early winter and you knew no one would be around, smartly tucked up in their houses with their loved ones and fending off the frost. The water stung your skin but you enjoyed the sensation, happy to be free of the heavy clothes for these moments.

And then you saw him.

You clamored out of the river but you’d only pulled on your dress, still scrambling for the cloak when he stopped in his tracks. Confusion followed by recognition followed by even more confusion washed over his face and you felt your heart break as he cautiously approached.

“Y/N?” he asked. There was no point in pretending, the cloak and kerchief were in hand.

“Jaskier,” you said. You stood across from each other in silence for what felt like ages. You weren’t sure what you were expecting him to do. Not everyone who saw you was cruel, some were just afraid which was almost worse. Jaskier just looked confused and intrigued. His eyes kept traveling over your face like he was trying to commit it to memory.

“Say something,” you said finally, your voice choked with repressed tears. He walked towards you slowly as though he were trying not to spook a horse. By the time he reached you the tears fell from your unblinking eyes. You kept looking for the moment he would turn. The revulsion that would shatter the lovingly preserved memories of him forever. He reached out and brushed away the tears and then reached down and took the cloak from your hands. You stood unmoving as he gently wrapped the cloak back around you, lifting the hood to cover your half-frozen hair. He held the kerchief in his hand but didn’t cover your face, just fidgeted with it as he worked to form words.

“So this is your deep secret,” he said. You nod, unable to form words.

“I’m disappointed.”

The words broke your heart.

“I thought it would be that you were a murderer or a dangerous fugitive,” he continued.

“What?”

“Well, I mean, unless, are you?” he asked.

“No,” you answered.

“Ok so you wear the cloak and the kerchief and the layers and things because…” his voice trailed off, leaving the question open for your answer.

“Because I’m hideous,” the words are like ashes in your mouth but you’re accustomed to the taste.

“According to whom?” he asked. You scoffed incredulously.

“Everyone. Literally everyone. That’s how it works.”

“That’s how what works?”

“The curse.”

“You’re cursed? How fascinating.”

His words anger you and you fear that he’s mocking you, that maybe the kindness he’s shown is just an act and that this a fresh way to experience cruelty. You thought you’d seen them all.

But you tell him the story. You tell him about the curse and your mirrorless childhood and the moment you saw your face and the worse moment when you began asking people to describe you and learned the true nature of the curse, far beyond the loss of a mother or a plain face. You don’t know when you both sit on the ground but at some point you’re there next to each other, leaning against the wheels of the wagon as the words continue to tumble out of you like a dam that’s finally broken. No one has ever heard this much of you, seen this much of you, or sat this long with you in your life and you stop caring how he’s going to react at the end. This isn’t about him anymore, this is about you releasing all that you’d carried and all that you’ll carry with you for the rest of your life. When you’re done you notice he’s taken your hand at some point and his thumb is softly rubbing soothing circles around your knuckles.

“So now this is my life. I stay hidden for my sake as much as everyone else’s. I heal because it’s better than sitting locked up in a house all my life and because it helps me feel… well, just that I suppose. It helps me feel. I would rather feel those brief moments of connection than stay numb my whole life,” you say. You’re startled to see there are tears in his eyes and he pulls you into a hug, not sure if he’s comforting you or himself but you hug him back though you’re long out of practice.

“I’m so sorry,” he murmurs into the hood of your cloak, “I’m so, so sorry.”

“Everyone has their curses I suppose,” you mumble, a little embarrassedand uncertain how to respond.

“Yes but the worst part is it’s all so stupid. So people find you ugly, so what? What could that possibly have to do with your worth as a person?” he asks.

“It’s easy to say that when you’re beautiful,” you say bitterly.

“Beauty doesn’t secure your place in people’s lives. It sure as hell doesn’t make them want you around either,” he says. “But tell me you realize this can’t keep on forever.”

“What do you mean?” you ask.

“Well this… lonely existence, it’s miserable. No offense. Even you said as much. Are you really going to just hide yourself away forever?”

“I didn’t… I don’t see any other option.”

His hand is warm as it gently cups your face and your heart nearly leaps out of your chest.

“Take me with you,” he says.

“What?”

“Take me with you. I make a better travelling companion than most think. And I can help! Not with the healing and such but… listen, I had a friend who was treated much the same as you describe and I was able to help… bridge the gap between him and the people around him,” he says.

“How did you do that?”

“I wrote a song. Now, I’m not suggesting I write a song unless…” his voice trails off and he waggles his eyebrows winningly but your stony face is answer enough.

“Yes that’s what I thought. In any case with me by your side your loneliness is eased and if being there doesn’t communicate a more welcoming message I can at the very least defend your honor.”

You laugh, the sound foreign to your ears.

“And how will you do that?” you ask.

“I… will figure that out!” he vows.

“Can I ask you something,” you ask, growing serious again and avoiding his eyes.

“Anything.”

“What do you see? When you look at me? What do I look like?”

He considers the question and then pulls out a journal and quill from his travelling bag. You try to lean over and see what he’s doing but he pulls the journal away from your sight, tsking at you and telling you to be patient. Your stomach twists in knots as he glances between the journal and you and just when you’re about to lunge for it, he makes a final flourish and hands you the book.

A sob wracks through your body the moment your eyes meet the page and a trembling hand covers your mouth.

“I’m not an excellent artist but I don’t think it’s so bad,” Jaskier says, concern furrowing his brow. You can’t form words for a while, the jagged sobs seemingly endless as Jaskier rubs your back, confused but trying to be supportive until your sobs break into something that sounds a little less heartwrenching and then breaks into laughter. You look at him, eyes shining with tears and something else, something a bit more hopeful and new.

“It’s me,” you whisper, pointing to the drawing. The drawing of the face you saw in your reflection as a child, just older. The face no one has ever seen until this man who’s looking at you like you’re insane but also very relieved that you’d stopped crying. Well, not entirely, but they seem to be happy tears now.

“Yes I know,” he says.

“No, Jaskier, Jaskier, it’s me,” you can’t explain what this means just yet. There aren’t words and you aren’t sure you understand yet yourself.

“I see you,” he says, wiping away some of the tears again, leaning in closed to rest his forehead against yours, “I see you.”

There are those who spurn fairytales. They dismiss the stories of destiny and of a love that cannot be repelled by curses or the weight of a life heavy with trauma. You know better.

#jaskier x reader #jaskier imagines #long post #fanfiction #reader request #Anonymous

[teamvnla]

Cutscene ; MKRL meets COAL

Jae nearly fell back from the weight of both Silverlight holstered on his back and the rabbit Faunus throwing herself into his arms. He wrapped his arms around her taking a step back as he managed not to fall over.

The other quickly caught up with Lye, Cinnamon looked frantically between the girl and Van for some kind of explanation.

Van felt same bitterness from when they had first seen Nava again, crawling up the back of his throat. A stark contrast to the cheerful aura from Lye and Jae.

"What are you doing here?" She asked pulling away from the embrace.

"I assume for the same reason you are." He responded gaze glancing away from Lye to the others around them.

"Mind introducing us to your little friend here?" Leo spoke up, cocking his head to the side as he looked over the four new faces.

"Lye and Van Marigold...." Opal muttered to herself, her gaze rolling over the twins. Her comment almost went unnoticed, almost. Van's eyes flicked to the women, he didn't recognize her yet she recognized them.

"This is Lye, we were on the same team at Beacon." Jae looked to Van. "And that is Van, he was our team leader." There was a tentive pause. "Its good to see you're well."

"Wish I could say the same." The response was blunt surprising Lye as well as Kash and Russ, there was an obvious tension as the pairs eyes met. Jae didn't appear to waver, almost as if he was expecting that reply.

Feeling the rising tension, Cinnamon spoke up. "Why don't we hurry to the briefing." Her ears shifted as she gestured for them to continue down the hall.

The two groups walked some of the tension dissipating as idle introductions were exchanged between the group, mainly through Lye, Jae, and Cherry.

"I thought there was only one group scheduled for the day." Slate commented not sparing a glance at Cinnamon.

"Well..." Cinnamon began, but paused trying to figure out an explanation.

"No need to worry, all our paperwork is in order and has already been handled through Cinnamon. Shes a pretty hard worker if you ask me." Van answer for her, patting her shoulder casually.

"Ri-right, I'm sorry I didn't let you know ahead of time."

Slate gave a small hum in response, he knew how bad of a last she was, but now wasn't the time to cause a scene he made the choice to trust her.

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The meeting room was just as ornate as the rest of the building. Both groups opted to stand at opposite sides of the table, Leo stood back leaning against the wall. A work habit, it gave him the best view of the whole room and everyone in it.

"All the information from todays briefing will be sent to your scrolls upon them being set on the table." Slate mentioned, giving them a moment to do so before beginning the presentation.

There was a general overview of the sequence of event from the gala to the attack. The victims missing and access to any of the cameras around the estate. They went over the main pieces of footage.

Both Russet and Kashmere felt a sense of confusion wash over them upon seeing an array of White Fang mask. It's not like there had never been missions like what happened that night, but something didn't sit right. It felt off.

After the presentation the group were led to different areas that were shown in the footage they had reviewed.

As they were looking around the main ballroom, Jae noticed that they were down one rabbit Faunus. He quickly slipped out of the room just in time to see a flash of white slip around the corner, he followed after making an effort to remain quiet. Peeking around a corner he watched as Van slipped outside onto a balcony. He moved the curtain in time to see Van pick something up from the ground and slip it into his pocket.

"What was that?" Jae asked opening the door to the balcony.

"What was what?" Van responded turning to him casually.

"You put it into your pocket." He shifted as Van tried to step past him.

"A pebble, you satisfied?"

I"With the current situation, I'm not."

"What, you think that because the White Fang might be involved that I'm somehow involved in this? That I'm running amok crashing some uppercrust party?"

Jae pursed his lips, not because of Van sharp tone, but because that is what he was thinking. He didn't want to admit it, but upon seeing the White Fang was involved and Van's sudden appearance caused the thought the surface in his head.

"Show me." He stood his ground, not wavering under the piercing gaze of the rabbit.

"What's happening here?" Cherry voice came from behind Jae as the rest of the group caught up with them.

"He slipped off." Jae responded not breaking his gaze from Van. "I wanted to see why."

"Van? What is it?" Lye's brows quirked, maybe he had found something that could help.

With the gazes focused on him, Van sighed and pulled out the cigarette bud from his pocket. His cigarette from the night before.

Opal perked up. "That was on the balcony? There could still be traces of DNA left on it fr-" She was cut off as Van spoke up.

"No point, its not from any of the perpetrators."

"You don't mean..." Lye knew the cigarette looked familiar and she knew Nava didn't smoke and doubted to guest from last night smoked that brand.

"Its mine, I was here last night. Before you start pointing fingers, I left before all that shit went down." Van shoved his hands back in his pockets. "Check your cameras if you doubt me."

Russet opened the other door to the balcony stepping out along with Kash, he took a look around. His gaze shifted to Slate and Cinnamon faces that paled at the mention of cameras. "They can't." He commented, the groups attention shifting to him. "This balcony is a blind spot isn't it?"

"That would explain how this was missed, unless cracked panels are a Mistrali aesthetic." Kash pointed out tracing his finger over the crack in the wall, his finger caught something. Taking hold he pulled a piece of brunette hair from the crack. "Was this here last night?" He asked looking to Van.

"No, that's new." Van responded, still processing the new information of the balcony being a blindspot.

"She was taken from here, that's why there was no footage of her."

"We-we're still going through it, we ass-assumed you would find something when you went through it." Cinnamon explained, everything was happening so fast that she could hardly keep track.

"Send me the list of the estates blind spots immediately, that is critical information." Opal order as Slate quickly pulled out his tablet to do so.

"Satisfied?" Van spoke directly to Jae, shoulder checking him as he walked past into the hall.

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The rest of the walkthrough went rather calmly, despite the underlying tension. There was far less chatter compared to when the two groups first met. The groups were led to a back exit to avoid and unwanted attention bu leaving through the front.

"We will provide any other information as we receive it, if you have any other question please feel free to contact me at any time." Slate informed with a polite bow, very formal and straightforward as expected.

Cinnamon gave a bit of a strained smile to the younger of the two groups, paired with a small nod. She didn't say anything, the four Faunus seemed to understand what she meant.

The two groups began to walk drifting their sepparate ways, until Leo halted suddenly his attention having been occupied by something on his scroll.

"Y'know you kids shouldn't be meddlin' with adult business." He commented turning to the group of young hunters, he held up his scroll which displayed Van's student ID.

"They offer jobs like this to fourth years, we're practically about to graduate." Van replied a lazy smirk cross his lips as he turned to face the older man.

"Theres no information on your other friends."

"Students records can't be transferred across continents right now, we go to Shade."

"Yet yours and your sisters came up no problem."

"Says Beacon? Old records my guess."

"So if I were to bring this to light you have no worries?" He pressed with a slight tilt of his head.

"Nothing to worry about."

"You bluff well, but..."

"But?" He repeated maintaining his confidence.

"She doesn't." Despite there only being one person Leo could be talking about Van's gaze follows where hes pointing to the paled expression on his sisters face.

"Leo, leave the kids alone."

"Hey, I'm trying to help us out here. Less competition, though you'd appreciate it."

"Or less competition and new allies." Tarragon spoke up from the back of the group.

"What?" Jae was audibly surprised, brows furrowed as she walked past him. She walked passed and brushed Leo to the side from where he was sizing up Van.

"Allies are always good to have, especially in something like this where information is limited. Theres a chance the White Fang could be involved or that those apart of it are being coaxed in it, but as you can see none of us are Faunus." She gestures behind her to Leo, Opal, and Jae.

"Ah so, you want to use us to get information?"

"No, not use. I'd actually like to partner up." She smiled, a genuine smile. Feeling his uneasiness she decided to continue. "I actually saw your teams work at the Vytal festival, I guess you could consider me a fan." She glanced over to Lye.

"If we were to partner with you, you would just let us help find Nava without reporting our situation?" Lye's ears began to lower towards her head, Tarragin felt very maternal that it made Lye comfortable and she didn't quite know if she should trust it or not.

"I can sign you lot off as my students, it's what I'm doing for Jae." Another pause. "I can do it right away if they will make you feel better." She offered her hand.

Everything Van was reading from her told him she wasn't lying to him, after so long of no one ever being so genuine with him he felt a bit thrown off. He looked over his shoulder to the others.

"We'll follow your lead." Russ stated as Kash gave a nod in agreement.

His gaze fell to Lye who had brought her hand up to grasp the top button of her blouse, she was trying to ground herself. The mention of the Vytal festival was the likely cause, she met Van's gaze and gave a nod.

"We're in your care then." He turned back to Tarragon and shook her hand, she had a much firmer hand shake than he expected.

#cutscene #🌿Weeping Willows🌿 #[Muse;Van Marigold] #[Muse;Lye Marigold] #[Russet Bron] #[Kashmere] #[Muse;Jae Aryl] #[Cherry Tarragon] #[Opal Amas] #[Leo Cornell]

[bestillmyslashyheart]

Jdjfkf ok so prompt: Maria POV on Michael with some good old Michael angst? Theres not enough michael/Maria friendship, and I'm always a slut for Michael angst (like Maria realizing he Loves alex and thinks alec doesnt feel the same or like, her realizing how he hurt his hand, or her finding out about him being an alien, something like that idek I'm not picky) u dont have to but if ur looking for prompts then,, ANYWAY whether u do or not, ILU AND UR WRITING SO MUCH, fave author in fandom ngl!!

She was almost surprised when Guerin came back later that night. It was Friday so it was busy but she caught his hat out of the corner of her eye when he approached the bar. Todd, one of her bartenders, stepped over to help him but she called him off. With a jerk of her head she sent Todd over to help Hank while she moved in front of Guerin.

He looked away from her for a moment before ordering. “Just a beer, please.”

“A please, huh? Who knew you had manners?” She meant for it to come out friendly, for them to get back to the meaningless flirting they excelled at but it came out bitter and she winced as he flinched. “Guerin, I didn’t-”

“Nah, it’s fine,” he brushed her off. “Just the beer.” He dug in his pocket for some cash and dropped it on the table in front of her when she handed him the bottle. He tipped it towards her in thanks before fleeing to a remote corner. 

Maria had never seen him nurse a single bottle so long but it was an hour at least before she saw him with another drink in his hand. And that was only after she stepped away to take care of something in the back. He must have waited until she was gone to get something from Todd, she thought as she looked over at him. He was hunched in his seat, his usual cocky swagger absent for the evening. 

A quick glance around the bar showed her that it was slow enough that she didn’t need two people bartending so she gave Todd a quick word and grabbed a bottle of whiskey and two glasses.

“Mind if I join you?” She asked rhetorically as she settled in across from Guerin. 

He waved a hand at the seat she was in. “It’s your bar, DeLuca. Sit wherever you like.” Guerin drained his glass and stood up.

Maria shot out a hand and grabbed his wrist before he could leave. “Sit, please. Bottle’s on the house if you want to help me with it?” She offered.

Guerin eyed her, wary, but he sat down and let her pour him a drink. They drank the first one in silence.

“So,” Maria started as she poured them another round. “We have both made mistakes recently.”

“Yeah, yeah, I got it.” Guerin’s eyes were trained on the floor as his shoulders hunched over. “Big mistake, never to be repeated. No need to tell me yet again.”

Maria’s heart broke a little to see him so curled in on himself. She wasn’t used to vulnerable-Guerin, just the cocky cowboy swagger. “Discounting the drunken sex in the desert that we both know was a mistake, you should have told me about Alex, and I should have handled it all better.” Guerin looked up at her, his brow furrowed in confusion. “You and I are kind of friends. Not close by any stretch of the imagination, no, but we get along. You were there for me when I needed a shoulder and I really appreciated it. I shouldn’t have thrown you out like that earlier. I’m sorry.”

Guerin swallowed the last of his drink and held it out for a refill. “I’m sorry, too. I know you and Alex are close. But I really didn’t think he’d care.”

Maria scoffed. “Are you serious? Alex wouldn’t care that the love of his life hooked up with his best friend?”

Guerin let out a harsh laugh. “Love of his life? What world are you living in? Alex doesn’t want anything to do with me. He might have loved me once but not anymore.” He played with his glass. “That morning, I tried to talk to him, about us or whatever, and he just completely blew me off. Acted like we had nothing and that it was dead and over.” He took a large sip. “So no, I didn’t think he would care.”

Maria stared at him in surprise. It’s true that she and Alex didn’t exactly talk out the specifics of his relationship with Guerin earlier but she knew what she felt from him and it was completely at odds with what Guerin was saying now.

She played with her own glass as she considered how involved she wanted to be. “This isn’t my place and you can tell me to butt out,” she started. “And Alex has told me practically nothing. In fact, I sort of figured it out by accident that you two were a thing, but I do know one thing. Alex loves you a hell of a lot. Back in high school, he told me about this guy he kissed at the museum and how this guy just totally rocked his world in the best possible way. Alex would even say that he’d stay in Roswell for him because he was the only think he liked about this town. And,” she rubbed her chest, “I could feel him, you know? He was hopeful. About life and love and everything, I guess. It was the only time I’d ever felt that from him. But since he’s been back, I’ve started to feel it again. He smiles more. And it has to do with you. So whatever he’s saying? I can tell you it’s not what he’s feeling.”

Guerin stared at her, his mouth hanging open. Abruptly, he closed it and clenched his jaw. “Yeah, well. The feelings never been the problem with us. He may love me but he doesn’t want to be with me. He’d rather walk away again and again.” He threw back the rest of his glass and Maria decided that they were done talking.

“Alright,” she agreed easily. She finished her own glass and slammed it down on the table. “I bet you your tab I kick your ass at pool.”

Guerin looked between her and the table and back before nodding. “Done.”

The next few weeks passed in much the same fashion. Somehow that first night had been all that was necessary to push past the awkwardness between them and they were back to being almost friends. A couple of times a week, Guerin would spend the night in her bar and she’d make time to chat with him or get roped into a game of pool or darts or, on one memorable occasion, a poker game at which Guerin was cheating shamelessly. It was surprisingly easy. 

She did notice that as the days went by, Guerin spent more than a few nights with his head hung low as he slung back too many drinks. There was something going on with him, something major that was weighing on him, but they weren’t at the point where he confided something like that in her - not that she wouldn’t be there for him, just that he was surprisingly close lipped and Maria hadn’t quite cracked that inner sanctum yet. 

She did note, with no small amount of smugness, that his sour mood was starting to lighten considerably. Not to get too self involved, but she imagined that it had something to do with Alex. While she’d been building an easy friendship with Guerin, she’d been trying to rebuild an old one with Alex. It wasn’t so much that her romp with Guerin had messed them up, it was more that that tiny fracture revealed the cracks that a decade of near radio silence had allowed to grow between them. They didn’t know each other anymore but they were working on it. 

One of the things she tried to get him to talk about was Guerin - both then and now. And it looked like she was finally getting through his thick skull, she thought with a smile as Guerin walked in with Alex close behind. They headed for the bar together but Alex veered off to claim a pool table when one cleared up as they passed by. Maria noticed the light touch he gave Guerin as he stepped away and she definitely noticed the bright smile on Guerin’s face as he stepped up to the bar and tipped his hat at her. It wasn’t a smile she’d ever seen before - it was similar to the cocky grin he liked to bestow upon his catch of the night but it was softer, more real. It was only now that she realized his usual smile had nothing behind, it was just a veneer. Not like this one, though. This was genuine. And if she had any doubts, the wave of happiness and joy that bowled her over would have given him away.

“Usuals?” She asked as he leaned across the bar at her. He nodded but didn’t say anything. “How’d you get him to come out?” She jerked her head at Alex as she slid the drinks to Guerin. “He hates coming in here on weeknights.”

The grin morphed from giddy to dirty in a heartbeat and Maria rolled her eyes and pushed the drinks even closer. “Forget it, I don’t want to know. Go be happy and in love over there,” she teased fondly.

“Yes, ma’am.” He tipped his hat at her again as he picked up the drinks and she snapped her towel at him, the grin never leaving her face.

#roswell fic #malex fic #maria deluca #michael guerin #roswell new mexico #rnm #my fic #Anonymous

[unproduciblesmackdown]

posts about things with absolutely no introduction but it's because i was reminded of the topic the other day

this one's for those of us in the lifelong isolation no friends society, i know sometimes there's other people out there!! anyways i've been thinking about how like, personally, obviously, b/c idk how other ppl do it b/c we aren't friends with each other lol, its just a fuckin wild thing to deal with in part cuz its one of those answers to which there's not necessarily any Right Way to handle things or Answer or Solution or anything. isolation p much = more isolation and plus not having friends makes ppl less likely to socialize with you so that's rough; anyways yknow, the point is just oops you can't Choose to like, obtain a friend. u can try to get ppl interested but you can't control it beyond that, so, yknow

anyways what am i getting to? yeah so i've never had close friends in that i was never able to share personally honest things anyways for the longest time for a couple reasons, and also, people just didn't like me. the double whammy of "oh no its abuse" and "oh no you're lowkey socially ostracized by your peers from preschool on without end" is like, good luck to little me getting friends! i had sort-of friends in like a couple ppl who'd hang out with me regularly and on occasion we'd go to each others houses or smthing but it wasnt able to be like, the normal fun event it should. oh well. middle school was a little better and a little worse but i didnt keep up w ppl cuz i went to a different school later and its that situation where you're friends-ish Because you're at the same school right...smh...didnt thrive in college magically, but one essential thing was i was away from home more often than not so, that was real important ultimately. but anyways in the end i had like a handful of college friends-ish (accepted by other friends groups lol) and theres a couple of them i still talk to now and again

so like, yknow, friends, mostly friendly acquaintances, my siblings i'd classify as friendly acquaintances, i'm very glad about all of them really. just unfortunately i've only just started to have friendships that are like a decade old and the "longtime close" friendship is nonexistent b/c college is just four years and then you go other places, and i'm not at the heart of friend groups and not "good" at communication in other ways so its hard to keep in touch in ways. smh!!

funnily enough i'm also not good at internet stuff though it's been absolutely essential, god knows. that's why i'm able to talk to anyone rn!! but i can't do group chats and i only like approaching things "one on one" aka i don't like feeling like im in the midst of a group even outside group chats. if you get what i'm saying. like even back being in the small early mh fandom of like, three dozen ppl, in retrospect i didnt like having to be in the entire Group yknow. lemme just be over here. which is what i do now.

anyways for additional reasonsl, communicating has been trickier these past few years and for the most part its been kind of a situation where i wasn't necessarily going to get to talk to someone every day, though usually it'd maybe only be like, a gap of a day or two. and anyways, the thing is that, over the past ten years especially its started to be Distressing like wanting friends, not as much having them, and also having it be more obvious that there was some kind of deficiency keeping me from having (and having had) friends like other people did. not fun! but what i'm getting around to here, whats been wild, is just this like, decade-ish (or two decade-ish if you want) Personal Effort to just figure out how the fuck to stop having to feel like shit about it all the time right? then you're lonely AND stressed and probably self loathing also

so like yeah, the thing is that the other day something was going on about like, yknow, the idea of the longtime close friend with a steadfast presence in your life, and that's just always like, lfjdglmao what!!! sounds nice. i had a friend for a week in second grade and im not sure we ever spoke and then the teacher made us sit on opposite sides of the classroom and it was too embarrassing to be friends anymore. that's kinda close but lol for real......it's not only the lack of friends to tackle but also like, i don't assume to have friends in the future. it's something that like, i would obviously theoretically want, and be happy if it happened, but i can't say i hope for it, because that implies too much being expectant or whatever. and it's weird!! its a weird time just kind of presuming friendlessness until otherwise occurs. and it's not great, i'm definitely still unhappy about all this shit. its just that i've also like, been able to shave off how distressing the issue mightve been in earlier years yknow

like it sounds all depressing to say like, i've just had to be less emotionally invested in the whole thing, but it's kind of true. not by ignoring it or ignoring the feelings so much as like...just acknowledging that this is how it is and there's only so much i can do but not hating myself about it is a start. and yeah it's like "oh, feeling less, depressing" but also frankly when i decided also that its less horrible to be friendless than to feel stuck w crap ppl / ppl who you aren't too important to / etc, i figured that i'd also rather be friendless and just enjoy being myself than try to make myself easier to talk to. i'm not like intimidating or anything, i just can't hold a conversation. but i'm not very interested anymore in trying to convince ppl to like me, yknow, i'm out here, and if i'm ever going to have friends i'd like them to be people to like me For Who I Am, wipe tear. what i'm just saying is "a weird dumbass" b/c its just vague social weirdness that ppl don't necessarily like, loathe, but probably they'd rather talk to someone else. i'm not great at socializing stuff, like i said, hence social rejection since age 4

oh and i meant to say!! i've been able to turn up my emotions by turning down my investment in the idea of Needing To Always Be Trying To Make Friends b/c, as anyone might know, all i like to do is talk at great length about whatever weird, niche shit i'm into at any given point. and that's pretty much it. i'm not pretending to be deep by not really knowing how to do small talk. lmao you guys know what i'm talking about. and obviously not everybody is into Getting Enthusiastic or super focused on whatever weird thing at any point, and i'm not Into getting my passion all fired up and being brushed off or anything, so we can all avoid each other, and i get to continue entertaining myself

so that's a way i've been able to turn my feelings up actually lol.....dunno how to segue into it so i won't but it's also just like, not saying that i Truly Don't Care about not having friends, or that it doesn't hurt that i've had this relative friendless past and the futures looking bleak, b/c it does!! it's still distressing. but like, its turned down. the whole general issue can be a very Bitter one for sure!!!! and it has been in the past sometimes and like.....it's still there basically, i've just been able to turn down the volume a lot on a bunch of these shit feelings like "that's upsetting" or "i'm bitter about that" and just kind of calmly let it simmer back down b/c i'm sort more familiarish with what sets it off and more familiar with Dealing With It Always overall

no idea if i've made the point i was setting out for there. dealing with the No Friends Isolation Life society life is not fun but we're out here, sometimes. it continues to be not fun. "oh well," is an often relevant sentiment. c'est la vie. c'est ce que c'est? i think. and i think it's nice that after years and years of just like, struggling to figure this shit out myself, and probably feeling like shit most of the time, i've at least managed to go "shh" at some Bad Feelings. definitely still there. but this time it doesn't heap extra shittiness on top b/c of having to deal with the intensity of it and feel bad about that too etc etc. it's all weird! getting more familiar with dealing with some shit which is just, the way that it is in part because of bad luck and of course i'm jealous of everybody who does have friends. but oh well. b/c c'est la vie. im also glad for everybody who has friends, obv. it's all complicated!! which is just part of why this post exists. it has no real point, i'm just kinda going like, weird, huh? and kind of good, and kind of a bummer. oh well

also im aware this is a suddenly long, technically depressing post at like circa midnight for a lot of people, but basically this is just me in normal mood. sometimes it's depressing posts time out of nowhere, but i'm not especially depressed!! nighttime is just more of my Peak Hours. night owl 4 life. thanks

oh and ps. another thing i would think about (with more distress in the past, and like, no distress now) is that its also funny cuz, one thing i’ve generally had to do is be aware that it’s a bigger deal for you (me) to get a new Friend than it is for them to be getting you as a friend, b/c math says so. and so i’ve had to push myself to not be overly hopeful or invested in order to be both fair to them and myself. and nowadays that’s just kind of how i view the no-friends-ness of it all, like. i’m not mad that i’m not for some reason way closer to anybody i know. why would i be. and i don’t expect anybody to think like “oh my god we have to be Good Friends” because like. not in a self deprecating way but like, why would any random person want that. and i dont expect to be better friends with ppl im just casual friends with, which is great, cus like Friendly Acquaintances and other lite friendships are fantastic and im very grateful. but i am aware there’s plenty of reasons making it difficult to just like, pick up a Close Buddy and i’m not like “oh i demand one from somewhere, from some reason.” so what i am trying to say is that keeping my expectations honestly realistic is an effort to be fair to both other ppl and myself and i think it works. no friends!! we out here!!!!

#long post //// #long and incoherent lord knows. whatevs #its midnight...the no Purposeful Writing hours....... #(bat emoji)

[franeridan]

i appreciate the bakugou post you made because it highlights his strengths within the context of his weaknesses & it emphasizes his development. i understand that people are critical of his behavior. i dont understand that i dont see anyone critical of midoriyas behavior in terms of their "friendship". midoriya is/was obsessed with bakugou & essentially stalked him all throughout their childhood & completely disregarded his boundaries. bakugou was p clear abt not wanting to be friends. [1 / 4]

but midoriya wouldnt accept it. i figure midoriya used bakugou as a proxy to project his hopes and dreams onto. once he had his quirk midoriya idolized bakugou progressively less. its completely true that bakugou bullied midoriya but how else do you expect a kid to handle someone refusing to leave them alone? rationalizing that stuff is a level of maturity a kid doesnt naturally possess. [2 / 4]

saying that bakugou is entirely in the wrong or even abusive for having an overreaction to midoriya ignoring his demands to leave him be is p dismissive of their dynamic. claiming a character can do no wrong in your eyes is just blatant favoritism. and that goes for every character in mha. esp because mha gives its characters so much depth & the respective issues they have to work through is part of storytelling. theres no final word abt any character b4 the manga is finished. [3/ 4]

their initial conflict makes the story interesting. a story needs conflict. there has to be room for growth. the fact that we see bakugou and midoriya grow out of their respective predicaments at a realistic pace is a testament to how they mature during the span of just two years & i feel like theyll grow much more during their time at UA. i hope the manga follows them until graduation (or even past that) & im curious to see how both characters develop. sry for rambling ;;

This is something I don’t talk about often, because Bakugou doesn’t straight out state his exact view on his relationship with Izuku until the second Deku vs Kacchan, and that’s chapter 117, spoiler for whoever’s only following the anime - but it’s also why I know for a fact I can’t have an eye to eye conversation with whoever’s not up to date with the manga, because they’re missing a whole half of the relationship they’re trying to judge. And I do think, if you’re not prone to empathizing with the type of person Bakugou is but you want to try and understand Bakugou and his actions anyway, that this is exactly where you need to start, because this is the most universally relatable Bakugou ever gets

Everyone, everyone, has that one person that they just can’t stand. It might be because of their view on life, because of their way of speaking or the words they use, because the way they move or a habit they have that just ticks you off or their tone of voice or anything, maybe it’s just a feeling sort of thing, who knows, but you can’t stand them. Imagine that person, that one person that pisses you off by just existing in your close proximity, and imagine them just not leaving you alone. They’re everywhere, follow you around, always look at you and want to talk to you, and maybe you’re a sensible adult and tried to brush them off easy the first few times, but they still stick around till the point where you straight out tell them you don’t want them around and yet they’re still there. The exasperation and anger that comes from that, that’s a universally relatable feeling. Everyone can understand it.

But Bakugou wasn’t a sensible adult. He was a kid, one with a temper too, and one used to always getting what he wanted to top that off. So he was violent in his rejecting Izuku, hit him and told him horrible things, and yet Izuku was still there. Izuku, for however kind he is, isn’t much of an empathetic boy. He pushes himself on people a lot - it’s his whole point as a hero, being unable to sit back and leave people alone even after they tell him to do just that (if not Bakugou then see Todoroki, see Iida, see Kouta, see Eri). A kid four, five, six years old isn’t made to deal in a mature way with that sort of relationship, least of all a kid with Bakugou’s personality. And with the way Bakugou is, Izuku’s insistence in being always around him and telling him stuff like “do you need help” translated pretty damn easily in Izuku making fun of him, and this is a way of seeing Izuku Bakugou’s just now growing out of. Now that they’ve had time away from each other, now that Izuku has stopped being hyperfocused on him, now that chapter 90 happened and Izuku properly realized that his hero behaviour just isn’t gonna cut it with Bakugou. And now that Bakugou has been faced with the reality that is his actual level of strength and self-sufficience, now that he knows for a fact he’s not the best, now that he can’t just put himself above Deku by proxy and needs to prove he’s better both to the world and to himself 

(which is why his bullying stopped after the sludge incident, a lot of the childhood/middle school bullying came from Bakugou being completely convinced of his righteous place above Izuku/everyone else and being really fucking tired of Izuku still not understanding it, so once he realized he was actually the one in the wrong the foundation of that belief went missing and with it his reasons to act that certain way) (this specific new way of seeing life and himself gets reinforced every time you see Bakugou have a breakdown in the manga, and then something similar happens again during Deku vs Kacchan 2 when another of the pillars he built his life upon gives out and leaves him unsure of how much of his actions through life were actually meaningless - it’s probably a useless digression, but understanding that most of Bakugou’s yelling and kicking and raging after the sludge incident is more directed at himself/made to prove something to himself than at whoever’s in front of him can help in understanding him as a whole a bit better, I think)

What a lot of Bakugou haters don’t realize is that Bakugou and Izuku have never been friends - there’s never been a time in their past when they used to get along, a friendship between them is being born right now for the first time ever. And this is not just because Bakugou’s a huge asshole, but because their personalities don’t naturally mash at all, and for there to be a civil relationship between them you need them to reach a level of maturity where they can talk shit out and establish boundaries and actually respect them once they’ve been established - and that’s as true for Bakugou as it is for Izuku

So yeah a lot of the blame rests on Bakugou’s shoulders, rightfully so, but there is a reason why the only person Bakugou’s ever had that huge of a problem with is Izuku. And anyone, anyone who can look at Izuku and genuinely say “he’s never done anything wrong ever” needs to go back to the start of the manga and reread it all once more, because there is a reason why Izuku’s an interesting character, and most of it rests in the fact that he’s got flaws he’s working on to fix just as much as everyone else is

#replies #long post #now THIS is rambling #but izuku having flaws is important to me #because #i actually love him #his character is incredible #and yet #i SO RARELY see a fanwork about him that doesn't make me hate him #and that's something that literally only happens with deku #i love him as long as horikoshi's the one handing him to me #but when he passes through the fandom's hands he becomes a type of character i can't stand #and that's literally only because this fandom as a whole has made a habit of pretending his flaws don't exist #and i don't understand why! #they're what make him interesting to follow through his journey! #let characters fuck up please #a story without fuck ups just isn't worth reading #anonymous

[cyjprojectarchive]

blurry | bambam

prompt: inspired by bammie’s instagram selfie hot dayum could i not contain myself, so i made an imagine abt it B) here it is if ya wanna get attacked by our bamchinja. c;  group: GOT7 pairing: bambam, you genre: fluff words: 3185 note:  sorry theres so many spelling errors its currently 3:18 am and im tired as heq ill edit this tomorrow thanku ㅠㅠ

“Dude, you got this.”

“Yeah, well, what if I don’t? Our asses are on the line here,” Bambam’s worried tone reverberates from your phone’s speakers. You have it on loudspeaker mode because you were in the mood for some mint chocolate ice cream. You just got home from classes today and boy was it scorching hot outside. 

“Yes, you do. And no, they’re not. You’ve been practicing nonstop for this comeback, Bam, I think you have it all down by now,” you repeat a little louder than usual as you open the freezer and take out the pint of sweet and cooling treat. 

Setting it down on the kitchen counter, you cap the lid off and start digging in with your spoon. “And why are you so nervous? You’ve never asked me advice on how to handle stage fright ever since we knew each other,” you comment through the melting of your favorite dessert inside your mouth.

“Are you eating ice cream from the pint again?” He suddenly asks, a tone of amusement lingering in his voice. You automatically hug the thing of ice cream closer to your stomach, eyes peering at the phone resting near you. “How’d you know?”

“Just a hunch.” You can just hear him shrugging smugly.

“You wish you were here,” you retaliate, scoffing as you take another scoop. You make sure he captures the sound of you scraping the soft and gooey substance of sweetness. You know you should be encouraging him right now, but teasing the boy you’ve known for quite a while now is always a treat in its own way. 

“I do. I do wish I were there,” he agrees somewhat seriously. You’re unsure whether he was talking about having ice cream or something else, but you brush it off, not wanting to think about such complications right now. 

You put the spoon down and attempt to bring the previous conversation back. “Really, though, Bam. You’re going to do amazing, as always. Don’t worry too much about it, alright?” You tell him earnestly. If Bambam had never asked for any reassurances with you before, maybe this time he really needed it. 

A slight pause occupies the air until you hear him exhale shortly on the other end of the phone call. “You’re right, you’re right. That makes me feel so much better. Thanks, fam,” he answers with a hopeful tone. 

Shaking your head, you protest, “No problem. And don’t ever call me ‘fam’ again, fam.”

“Would you like to be called something else then, hmm?” There he goes, back to his usual zany self which you can’t help but blush about…

Did Bambam just make you blush? 

“I would like you to call me when I’m not busy enjoying my ice cream,” you tell him, going back to eating your lunch for the day. 

“You didn’t even start eating ice cream when I called you in the first place!” Bambam interjects and you soon chuckle at his predicament. You hear a few conversations bubbling up in the background, even recognizing Yugyeom’s whining to one of the hyungs, maybe Jinyoung, you’re not quite sure.

You move your position to the couch, setting down your phone on the coffee table. You hear a distinct voice referring to Bambam and he responds, but you’re too focused on your ice cream to eavesdrop. 

“I have to go in a few. What’re you going to do afterwards?” He finally addresses you. You ponder his question until you realize you’ve forgotten something really important. 

“Shoot! I have a major presentation for my History class tomorrow!” Spoon hanging in midair, you slowly place the ice cream pint next to your phone, feeling guilty of even opening it up. 

“And you haven’t started on it yet,” Bambam muses. You groan in agreement and slap your forehead lightly. “No, because I thought it was happening next week.”

“Too distracted with me, huh. I have that effect,” the boy on the other end suggests, a smirk almost evident in his voice. You laugh mockingly, but the anxiety in you keeps rising. “Guess I have something to keep me distracted while you’re performing,” you conclude, probably feeding his ego even more. 

“That’s good, then, at least it’s not another guy,” he jokes and you roll your eyes. “Whatever, snake,” you shoot back. 

“Anyway, I got to go, we’re shooting in a few,” he tells you, almost begrudgingly. “Hey, I really appreciate you answering the call.”

You smile at his genuine reply. You rarely see this side of Bambam whenever you guys are together, or even just talking on the phone. You feel a sense of warmth in your heart, and you honestly don’t know what to make out of it. But you don’t let it get to you- not yet.

“Of course. You know I’m here,” you mutter softly. 

“And me too,” he chimes. Another voice, presumably Jaebum, informs him about getting ready, so you anticipate Bambam’s good bye. “Now I really need to go. I’ll message as soon as possible.”

“For sure, Bam. Good luck! You never fail to do your best,” you add, making sure he’s still reassured. Bambam thanks you again, and the call ends.

Now, onto cramming that damned History presentation.

Adding a few finishing touches here and there, you finally have a decent 10-slide presentation for your class tomorrow morning. Stretching your arms upward, you let out a relieved sigh, yawning in the process. Making sure that the file has been saved to your laptop, Google Drive, and USB, you turn your laptop off and trudge your way into the comfort of your bed. 

The digital clock on your nightstand reads 11:24 pm and you feel quite proud for completing a procrastinated project before the day ends, roughly speaking. You ease your way into the duvet, grabbing your phone to the side for a late night session on a few of your social media accounts. 

You go to your Messages and remember Bambam’s call from earlier. You wonder whether the performance was a success- it probably was, and Bambam just had cold feet, but you already texted him two hours ago complaining about History being your worst subject ever and how lucky you are it’s your first class of the day. You type a new text, informing him of your success nonetheless and hoping he had a fun time today as well. 

Before you can hit the send button, a chat bubble appears on Bambam’s end first. Your eyes widen at the screen and your lips part in surprise. 

“What the…” You utter under your breath, hands suddenly sweating at the sight of your phone, Bambam’s selfie showing on the bright screen. You squint your eyes to confirm what you’re seeing is right. 

You hit backspace on your keyboard and type a new message with quick and shaking thumbs. 

Wrong number, headass. 

He reads it immediately and your heart skips a beat. Your eyes cannot seem to focus on anything else other than the blurry selfie of a jet black haired K-pop idol. You find yourself mesmerized at his cerulean contacts and drawn to the straight and full pink lips. Breath hitching, you mentally urge yourself to stop giving in to your thoughts. 

Undeniably, Bambam broke every puberty challenge out there, and not a day goes by without you reminding him that- much to his satisfaction. But you complimenting him was always out of good faith as good friends, nothing more and nothing less. 

However, recently, things have been a bit blurry between the two of you. It doesn’t help that his constant teasing makes you more conscious of the type of relationship you guys are slowly developing. 

And this selfie isn’t helping.

lmao what do you mean that is supposed to be sent to my best friend

You share a room with Yugyeom. Just show it to him in person lmao

not himmm, my OTHER best friend. u. anyway, like what u see? ;)

WTF are you talking about, you never send me selfies before??? 

aww is it that bad, b? :,( it’s just a lil smth to motivate u with ur presentation. hows that going for u, btw?

Again, with the weird ass nicknames, Bam lmao? And you’re just a few minutes too late bec I’ve finished, but thanks for trying.

Also, no, it actually looks really good. :)

pshhh u like itttt bb ;) oh, hey thats great. u should go 2 sleep by now.

and really? don’t play me, bb :,(

It does! Your face is blurred, so it’s perfect.

wow bye

You chuckle to yourself at the playful conversation. Typical Bambam, but you still can’t help but be confused at any underlying message of all this. Or maybe there’s not any and your mind is just running irrationally due from the emerging crash of the caffeine. Maybe that’s it.

You think of sending him a meme- of himself, might you add- until he follows a new text. 

blurred like our relationship, right

Dropping your phone to the side, you bring a pillow pushed to your face and scream into its plush surface. You feel the heat coming off of your cheeks, chest heaving in and out as well. What was that all about? Has Bambam been aware of the unusual tension you, yourself, have been feeling towards him the past couple of weeks? Why is he speaking up about it now?

that was stepping out of the line of being corny. i’m sorry lol

You notice that he was trying to play it off cool, but now that you’ve gotten a signal from him acknowledging the uncanny stage of your relationship right now, you wanted to go all out. With Bambam, you need to know whether he’s serious about this or not. 

You retreat the pilow away from your face, flustered at the suddent flight response you just pulled off. You certainly cannot be this embarrassing once you confront him, that’s for sure. But realizing you might have been absent for a while, you gingerly take a hold of your phone and type a new message with a plan. 

When are you free, Bam? 

You need to discuss this to him in person. You need to see it in Bambam’s eyes. You see the typing animation show on and off as he’s probably contemplating on what to say to you too.

i’m free for a few hours after our morning radio interview

Perfect. I’ll meet you at the cafe near my university at 12. Sounds good?

yeah yeah ofc 

Okay. I’ll see you tomorrow, Bam.

you too. uhhh good night?

Good night to you too, Bambam. :)

“Headass, over here!”

A guy in stylish clothing, together with a black cap, black sunglasses, and black mask whips his head towards your direction. His tall stance and sense of fashion already singled him out from the lazily dressed college students surrounding the cafe right now, including yourself.

You end up sleeping three hours later after your conversation with Bambam, different scenarios of your meet up today forming in your head, some with good outcomes and others unspeakable. You couldn’t believe that you were able to set up a “date” with him with the intention of confessing the uncertainty you have in regards to affectionate feelings towards him. 

He walks over to the corner of the quaint little shop, a cold drink already in place before his seat. You don’t see his expression quite well, seeing that his whole face is covered with different kinds of masks, but you hear him chuckle as he relaxes in front of you, inspecting the drink shortly. 

“You know me too well,” he finally says, lowering the mask to his chin so he can take a sip of his favorite drink. You grin at your accomplishment, chugging the iced coffee you bought for yourself as to keep your nerves from taking over you- which was ironic since you’re gulping down more of what keeps you shaking right now.

“How was the interview?” You ask nonchalantly, watching his every move. Bambam glances up at you and nods his head, “It went really well. More enjoyable than your presentation, that I could say.”

Glaring daggers at him you counter, “Shut up.” He cackles at your response, and then the two of you instinctively easing into your normal conversations of mundane stories and brutal banters, almost forgetting about the original reason of you meeting him here.

But you didn’t mind, not one bit. You missed his physical presence. Just seeing a hint of his crinkling eyes from the shade of his visor is enough for you to feel comfortable around Bambam. He genuinely is the best person you know. You both never have to think twice about saying something potentially wrong, because the other would just use it at their advantage but at the same time turn it into an inside joke between the two of you. 

There was something that he declared which made you stomp your hand down the table in rejection. He chortles at your dramatic expression and casually lays his hand on top of yours. Your face quickly realizes this as you retrieve your hand back to your sides, squeezing it tight to stop it from trembling at the sudden contact. 

Bambam notices your discomfort and coughs awkwardly. “Sorry, sorry. I ruined it, didn’t I?” He admits, looking down in frustration.

“No, no, Bam it’s not that,” your attempt in fixing the matter at hand was futile, and you wish you have more time to stall, more time to just have mindless fun with the best guy friend you’ve ever had in a while. 

But seeing that your stomach churned and jumped in itself after a simple touch of your hand, you had to tell him how he’s made you feel. Or else you’re going to go nuts.

“What are we, Bambam?” You blurt out, eyes fixating on the empty cup of beverage sitting idly on the table. “And don’t make it out as a meme, ‘kay? I’m asking it seriously,” you follow up with a scrunched face, making sure that Bambam knows you’re done with fooling around. 

You peek at his face and he seems to be smiling shyly, hand that was once touching yours now scratching the back of his head. You find yourself wishing you never took it back. 

Shaking your head, you whine at your inner frustration. “I… I think I like you, Bam. And I don’t know why I’m saying this now but recently, you’ve been saying weird stuff to me that gets me all flustered and red and you can’t see that because we haven’t seen each other in a while, but when we do I try to suppress it just because I don’t you to think I’m weird or something like that but our conversation last night messed me up big time, and now I don’t know if suppressing it is going to help anymore and I just -”

You stop yourself from losing air in your system as you inhale and exhale. Your hands have been clutching themselves tightly on your lap and you let go to feel the blood pumping again. You’re afraid to look up and see a confused Bambam staring at you, but before you can contemplate any further, you hear a soft laughter resonating from him. And it wasn’t that of mockery, so you slowly turn your head to reveal a blushing adolescent boy before you, hands covering his eyes under a pair of expensive sunglasses.

 “Aw man, you beat me to it. Why do you always do that to me?” He complains cutely. You titl your head in confusion. 

“I was supposed to confess first. Do you know how ashamed I feel right now?” He takes his hands off his eyes as well as his sunglasses and you finally see his eyes. Glistening in hope and anxiety all at the same time, but the beauty in them never left. You are taken aback, but you try and keep it together as he gulps down and stares right back at you. 

“You always beat me to things, but that doesn’t mean I won’t confess anymore. Yes, I’ve been trying to get your attention more frequently because I’ve… developed feelings for you, and I didn’t know how to handle them other than be more annoying than usual.” His assessment of the situation makes you giggle, and it prompted him to keep going. 

“I was really happy I got to talk to you when I was feeling hella nervous yesterday. It made me confirm my feelings for you and that you make me comfortable in whatever situation we’re in. The selfie I sent you last night was just me trying to see if you kind of feel the same way, and I honestly didn’t know what to expect from there.” He brings his hands on the table and plays with them mindlessly, biting his lip as he looks down. 

“I’m sorry if I’ve made you feel frustrated by the way I’ve acted, I’m just a dumb adolescent boy who doesn’t know how to handle his feelings well. But I was honestly really glad we got to hang out today, you know I missed you a lot. So, I’m sorry if this ruins everything…” he trails off, seeming to want to say more but his tongue prevents him from doing so.

You keep your eyes on him, not exactly knowing how to respond correctly. He gives you a full minute to contemplate on your own before he looks back up at you, pausing with his hands and smiling sheepishly. “Any response from you would be great right now.”

“Shoot, I’m sorry,” you say, lips in a tight line. You think for another few seconds before finally making up your mind. “C’mon, let’s take a selfie.”

“W-what?”

“C’mon, Bam. You have a better camera than mine, so go get your phone!” Your tone was firm but encouraging at the same time. He hesitates for a second but complies nonetheless. You scoot next to him, your arm slightly touching with his. You falter a bit, but you feel Bambam relax with your touch and you smile as you move in a tiny bit closer.

He positions the phone at the perfect angle and you see him trying out a few different expression before his thumb presses over the button. Your smile grows wider at the sight of him assessing himself, but you quickly peck the soft surface of his cheek and beat him to taking the selfie. 

Without waiting for his response, you snatch the phone away and inspect the picture. Content with the image, you show him the screen. 

He looks at with his eyebrows furrowed, but immediately understands and reveals a goofy grin. You nudge his elbow playfully before resting your head on your shoulder, already feeling at ease with your position.

“Not so blurry now, huh?” You ask him. He pats your head in response and squeezes your shoulder reassuringly, the touch of him making you want more.

 But for now, this is enough.

#got7maknaelinenet #kreativewritersnet #got7 imagines #bambam scenarios #got7 scenarios #bambam imagines #emjae fics

[carryonmyobscurialson-blog]

Flightless Birds

Summary: Amid the heat of a sexual moment, Percival notices two particularly unique scars that run down both sides of Credence's back. When Percival inquires about them, Credence explains that Mary Lou had enjoyed using the Greek legend of Icarus to warn him against flying too close to the sun.

Naturally, Percival wastes no time in pointing out just how wrong she was.

Pairing: Credence Barbone/Original Percival Graves

Note: I come back on tumblr and theres a depressing decline in Gradence things on here. :( Time to spam the tag with random one shots I guess? Here's a fluff. ^__^

Under the cut as always, original link (here).

 “What are these?”

Percival traced the long, vertical scars that ran parallel on either side of Credence’s bare back.

The majority of the pale canvas was covered in small white slashes and gashes that were clumsy and tangled -- scars that could have just as easily been mistaken for an accident, like the kind of scars you get from falling from a tree as a kid and landing on uneven pavement.

Of course, Percival knows enough of Credence’s past to know that that was not the case for even a single scar on the boy’s body.

 These were no accidents… not a one.

Yet the two scars that Percival traced with a finger from either hand, these had now caught his attention. For Percival had simply never realized how straight they were.

The top half of Credence – the skinny frame that had been panting and heaving from sexual exhilaration, shifted quickly to breaths born from panic and anxiety.

Whereas the younger man had allowed Percival’s hands to touch and grab and pinch anywhere else without question, it was only when Percival had brushed lightly on these – when he had asked about them – that the boy seemed uncomfortable.

“They’re nothing…” Credence mumbled.

Percival could tell the younger man was speaking lowly on purpose, in order to hide any cracks in his voice that would make the lie obvious.

“…Just more scars from Ma’,” the boy insisted.

“Why are they not like the rest?” Percival asked, fully aware of Credence’s growing annoyance at his persistence.

 It was a new puzzle piece, and now that Percival had noticed it, he wanted to know where it fit – regardless of what he was interrupting. It was just the way his mind worked… bad for social situations, but a helpful personality trait for the director’s chosen profession.

“These go straight down, parallel…” Percival muttered lowly in the quiet of their bedroom.

The director’s eyes had grown dark as he fixated on his observation --- the way the scars both started right at the shoulder blades and descended down, almost as though something had been surgically removed.

Credence sighed, perhaps surrendering to the probability that Percival was not going to drop the subject.

At least, Percival would think that Credence would know him well enough by now – regardless of what he had been raised to believe, Credence was far from stupid.

The boy twisted himself around to look at Percival… and Percival didn’t miss the sharp intake of breath when Credence finally saw the serious expression on the older man’s face, or the slight widening of eyes that were much less bloodshot than his own.

“Ma’ used to tell me that I was too much like Icarus… like in Greek mythology,” Credence explained, and he looked at Percival expectantly.

Percival Graves was a well-read man, and someone who was regarded by many as an intellectual -- so it was needless for Credence to explain the legend of Icarus to him, and the boy knew it.

Percival did indeed know the tale well – Icarus was a figure from Greek Mythology, a young man who flew on wings built from feather and wax, but despite his father’s warnings flew much too close to the sun.

The wings melted, and Icarus fell – the young man’s legacy to be a classic tale of human hubris and its dangers for generations to follow.

“You didn’t actually try to fly, did you?” Percival half joked, having a hard time imagining Credence doing anything that would constitute comparisons to the Greek legend.

“No…” Credence answered meekly.

He turned around fully, Percival’s noisy mattress only barely squeaking under the shifting weight that was still less than a grown person’s. The boy hesitated for another moment, black eyes wandering and seemingly very interested in the mundane backdrop of their bedroom.

“…but she always thought I might,” Credence whispered finally, “ Whenever I was really bad, she would cut my back open, and then she’d make me lie down in a shallow bath of rubbing alcohol… to burn the wings off.”

Percival withdrew his hand finally, curling it into a fist to help bear the sudden surge of lividity that shook his core with a violent tremor.

Credence failed to look sympathetic, warily eyeing Percival with an expression that silently scolded:

I told you to drop it. See? I knew you’d react this way.

Percival sighed -- and he could only shake his head from the senselessness of it all.

Neither man spoke as Percival took a moment to gather himself from the shock of the confession. It amazed Percival that he still managed to be surprised at the savagery of Mary Lou Barbone – just when he thought he had heard the worst of it, Credence would let slip something else that would fill Percival with even more rage than the last admission.

How could one small woman – a woman who was supposed to be a saint to the hungry and homeless children of the streets, no less – be capable of so much evil?  

Outside the window, the rhythmic chirping of crickets that serenaded the sleeping city of New York gave Percival a rather silly idea – but the director supposed it was better than nothing. He smiled slightly in the dim lighting, reaching out again to grip Credence’s right wrist.

“Get on your coat,” Percival commanded suddenly.

  On the smooth handle of his old broomstick, Percival held on to Credence as tightly as he possibly could without hurting the boy.

They levitated over the city skyline, ears popping as they gradually rose higher up.

Credence was terrified -- as one might imagine. The boy was sobbing into Percival’s shoulder, screaming over the high howl of the wind, “Percival please, let’s go back down!”

But Percival ignored him --- commanding the broom’s shaft upward until they were as close to the stars as they could get without losing oxygen.

When the broom finally halted, Percival took his free hand – the one that wasn’t tightly secured against Credence’s side – and he seized the chin that was soaked in tears, forcing it away from the safety of Percival’s bicep.

“Look up, my boy,” Percival nuzzled against the younger man’s tearful face before he guided the boy’s sights higher up still, keeping the fingers pressed against Credence’s pointed chin until he saw it.

The moon – bright, cosmic, and full – was colossal in their close proximity, and Credence gaped at the harbinger of twilight like it was the face of God Himself.

The dangerous altitude forgotten -- Credence’s weeping was replaced with a breathless sort of wonder.

“Beautiful…” Credence gasped with the purest kind of fascination.

On the younger man’s face was that kind of simultaneous disbelief and amazement that was born from witnessing miracles – that look of someone who had yet to be jaded by the constant reminder that there was no such thing as miracles.

It was the kind of innocent bewilderment that Percival almost envied – but regardless, they didn’t come all the way up here for Percival.

“Your Ma may have tried to cut off your wings darling,” Percival told Credence as he stared at the same moon -- the same celestial backdrop of magnified starlight and scattered clouds, “But I bet she never expected you’d have a broom.”

Percival looked over at Credence as he heard the boy chuckle.

It was quite the accomplishment to make Credence Barebone laugh and Percival always tried to savor in it whenever he could -- no matter how small of a giggle or chortle it might be, as it always gave tug to the corners of his own lips.

“Do… do you think I could use this broom?” Credence asked meekly, “Could you really teach me how to fly?”

“My boy,” Percival squeezed Credence against himself, pressing his mouth against the top of his head as he spoke, “If you can learn to safely use this broom then you’re free to use it whenever you want. You can have it, in fact.”

Credence looked startled at the offer, pulling away from Percival slightly.

“Oh no, Percival…I couldn’t do that,” Credence shook his head, “You said this was your school broom, didn’t you?”

“I did,” Percival nodded, and he said with an affectionate smile, “But as it so happens, Credence… I also really hate flying.”

“Then why did you…?”

Percival shrugged, “Because I hate your mother more, I suppose.”

Credence gawked at the older man in confusion, but Percival did not want to waste the moment doing all that much more explaining. He leaned in and kissed the boy – wondering just how much trouble they might be in if any No Maj’s were using telescopes to look at the moon at that very moment.

Yet against the ferocity of Credence’s open mouthed kiss – chapped lips that were empowered by feelings of both validation and liberation – Percival found that he didn’t much care either way.

Under the older man’s wing, Credence would fly -- and neither man’s wings would melt, for they were built by neither feathers nor wax – but rather by love and magic.

#credence barebone #original percival graves #percival graves #gradence #gravebone #child abuse mention #mary lou mention #fanfiction

[fckitslizzie]

pratt & lizzie || memorial night

Who: Lizzie Olsen & Chris Pratt ( @prattyprattpratt-town )

What: Chris decides to check in and make sure things are okay, but the unexpected visit has a surprising twist. 

Where: Lizzie Olsen’s residence 

When: Monday, May 31st

Lizzie: Lizzie had just gotten back from New York not too long ago, and hadn't bothered to make an appearance at Halsey's party. In all honesty now that the news of her break up and the reasoning behind it was public information, she almost considered staying in New York longer but she knew she couldn't hide forever. She made mistakes and she needed to own up to it. Plus if her and Chris were ever going to get past the shit storm that was now their friendship, she actually had to be here and at least try to act normal. After throwing in a load of laundry and in and taking a shower, the girl was now dressed in some comfy clothes and was planning on ending her night with take out and wine. Standing in the kitchen she grabbed the already open wine bottle, taking a sniff of it before pouring far too much into her glass. The brunette drank a good portion at once before seeing the car lights of someone in her driveway through her kitchen window. Walking over with glass in hand she peered outside, groaning out loud when she spotted Chris' car. She really didn't know if she could handle him right now, but she clearly wasn't going to be given a chance. Instead she moved to the cabinet and got out a bowl so she could start putting her take out food into it, waiting for him to help himself into her home just like he always did.

Pratt: He'd been at the party, he'd even had a petty good time, but he'd noticed Lizzie's absence. There was only one reason she'd miss a party like this with people she usually liked being around, and that was if she was actively avoiding him. Sure some stuff had happened but he was hoping they'd be able to get over it sooner rather than later. After parting ways with Lucy, he'd made his way over to hist friends out and pulled into the driveway, sitting in his car for a moment to get his thoughts together. He climbed out of his truck and made his way to the front door, instinctively reaching for the door knob so he could walk in but stopped before he did. Instead he rung the bell and waiting. It felt weird, but given the fact that she'd taken space from him he figured it was the right thing to do.

Lizzie: Lizzie instantly raised her eyebrow when she heard the doorbell go off instead of him just coming inside. Setting the bowl down she walked into the hallway, and tugged the door open. "Since when do you ring the bell?" She glanced up at him for a moment before turning and leaving the door open for him, returning back to the kitchen. The two hadn't seen each other or talked since the other night, and that was definitely unusual for the pair who talked almost every single day. She went back to her dinner, sitting down at the counter, taking a bite. "There's extra." She gestured to the food containers for him to help himself. She could feel the tension in the room and between them, even if she didn't want to. She couldn't help how she currently felt about everything that had happened. "Did you go to the party?" She looked over at him, trying to start a conversation.

Pratt: He was a little put off by the way she opened the door, like she'd known he was there already or something. "I guess since you've been avoiding me," he answered before stepping inside when she'd cleared the way. He shut the door behind him and followed her into the house. He glances over at the food containers and shook his head, "No thanks, already ate." Things just felt...weird between them. He supposed he could understand why but he just thought if they started acting normal maybe things could get back to normal faster. "Yea, yea. Lucy and I went, actually. It was a good time - you would have had fun," he told her, looking anywhere but directly at her. "Where ya been? I tried to reach out but I didn't hear back.."

Lizzie: Lizzie wrinkled her nose when he insinuated that she had been avoiding him. In all reality, she had been, and she knew that..she just didn't realize HE had known that. "I wasn't avoiding you. I'm not avoiding you." Settling back down with her food, the girl noticed the way he seemed to look at everything in the room but her. She was already put off with him and Lucy going on dates--even if it was her own doing--and it still rubbed her the wrong way, maybe even more so now, to know that they went to the party together. "I' glad you guys had a good time." She shrugged, taking a long drink from her glass of wine. "I was in New York for a few days, just got back today. Was kinda too tired to do anything. Next time, maybe." She nodded slowly. "Yeah sorry about that. I was busy."

Pratt: Chris knew her well enough to know that she was acting strangely. Usually with him she was open and more talkative than she was now and it was a pretty big difference than how she was acting now. He almost rolled his eyes when she said she wasn't avoiding him - he knew she was. He knew how she operated. When something awkward or weird happened Lizzie avoided it, its just what she did and he knew thats what she had been doing with their situation. He ignored the talk about Lucy and moved on, it wasn't something he really wanted to talk to her about right now anyway. "You were too busy to answer a text for two days?" he questioned, his tone showing her how absurd that sounded. "Come on, we're better than this right? What is there we can't talk about? Can't we jsut be honest with each other here?"

Lizzie: Lizzie stabbed at the food in her bowl before putting a piece of chicken into her mouth. A moment later she set the bowl down, looking over at him. "You want to talk about things? We can talk about things. I told you I liked you. We slept together. You regretted it. My boyfriend ended things with me. That's what happened. I'm sorry if I needed a few days to process things. Wasn't exactly a fun time for me." She searched his face, trying to meet his eyes as she spoke before finally looking away. "I was avoiding you." She admitted with a sigh, putting her hands in her lap, her eyes focused on them now. "I'm sorry. I don't exactly like not talking to you every day. But..last week was a lot and I just needed to deal with it." She shrugged a bit, not wanting to look at him now. "You're right. We are better than this, and we can be honest about anything. I just..needed a few days. That's all."

Pratt: He nodded at what she was saying, appreciating her honesty with him, "I didn't mean I /regret/ it exactly," he tried to clarify then stopping figuring he would just make things worse. "I get it," he leveled with her, "We all need time sometimes. Space. I just wish you told me thats what you were doing. I thought.." he stared before he realized he didn't even fully know what he thought. "I don't know, I was just worried you weren't talking to me anymore or something," he confessed finally. "And I don't know what I'd do if we weren't talking anymore, Liz. You're my best friend..." he trailed off, looking over to her. "And selfishly I'll admit, I missed you. Even if it was only for like a week.."

Lizzie: She frowned at his words, suddenly feeling the guilt creeping in over just shutting him out like that with out anything. She sighed softly, looking over at him. "We are never going to stop talking. You're my best friend, too. I couldn't imagine that not being true anymore..and you're right I should have just told you what's going on. We should be able to talk about anything, even the hard stuff. We can. I was just being stupid." She shook her head a bit. "I missed you too. We talk every single day so yeah, it was weird and honestly, I didn't like it." She wrinkled her nose, giving him a small smile. "Since we /are/ best friends, I know that this is just another 'bump in the road'." She teased, using his own words from the other night. "We'e good, right?" She reached out, her hand resting on Chris' arm.

Pratt: He smiled a little at her words agreeing with him. This was the whole reason he didn't want to get involved with her in a romantic capacity - because of the friendship they had. "If I just say ditto will that cover it?" he asked with a small shrug and a sheepish smile. Chris playfully rolled his eyes at her using his words against him. "Theres nothing we can't get over right?" he nodded in agreement with his statement. "Yea. We're good. Of course we are." With that he pulled her into a hug, clinging on to her from probably a little too long. But truth was, even though it hadn't been that long, he did miss her.

Lizzie: Lizzie rolled her eyes when he asked about saying ditto. She let out a small laugh, letting him pull her into him for a hug. "There is nothing we can't get over." She echoed his words. Wrapping her arms around his waist, Lizzie held onto him just as long as he did. Pulling her head back a bit to look up at him, she kept her body close to his still. Searching his face, she hated the way her body betrayed her, her heart pounding harder in her chest at their closeness. Now that she had entertained the idea of her feelings for him, it was like all she could think about, especially when he was standing right in front of her like this, in his arms. "Chris-", she mumbled out his name before she leaned up and brushed her lips against his in a barley there kiss, but it was there. Lizzie didn't know what she was doing, he had made it pretty clear where he stood right now and here she was..practically throwing herself at him. But part of her felt it in her bones, that he wouldn't leave her out to dry.

Pratt: This time he'd smiled when he heard his words being echoed back to him. At least now things seemed to be getting back to normal between them - this felt normal, anyway. As they released one another and pulled back their bodies stayed close and he didn't do anything to create more space between them. He'd heard his name, almost like it was a warning - a call for him to back away but he didn't, he stayed close. Even so, he still hadn't expected to feel her lips against his but it had happened nonetheless. Even now, instead of stopping he pressed his lips to hers again, kissing her properly this time. It was as if a part of him was hungry for her, a part that he'd been trying to push down and deny for a long time. He knew the words he'd said to her that night were true, but it just wasn't something he was ready to give into - if he'd ever be ready for that. Still, he didn't stop, he kissed her hungrily as his hands rested on her waist then easily slid around her, pulling her body closer to his

Lizzie: She didn't know what she was expecting when she kissed him, but she did feel a bit of surprise when he kissed her back the way that he did. Bringing her arms up she wrapped them around his neck, holding him close to her as they kissed. She didn't expect it to last long, so part of her wanted to enjoy it while she could. Part of Lizzie wondered if he was lying when he said he didn't feel anything romantic towards her because you don't just kiss your best friends like this. At least they never had until now. Part of her felt guilty for doing it, but she didn't focus on that too much. Lizzie leaned back against the kitchen counter, tugging him close to her. She deepened the kiss as her fingers ran along the back of his neck. Not even an hour ago he was at a party with Lucy, and here they were. She was never this kind of person before, but apparently when it came to Chris, she was willing to bend the rules.

Pratt: The wasn't why he'd come here. He'd come over to get thing back to normal - how they used to be but here he was kissing her. Eve so, he didn't back away from her. Putting his hands on her hips, he hoisted her up so she was sitting on the counter. The man pulled her hips closer to him, standing between her legs as he did. He maintained the kiss. It was the kind of kiss that seemed endless, like neither one of them ever wanted to stop. But he did, he'd finally stopped. Chris stopped kissing and took a step back, putting a little distance between the two of them for the first since their lips met just a little bit earlier. "I'm sorry.." he told her, looking down at the floor instead of at her. "We can't do this, Liz. Its just not a good idea," he added on, finally looking at her once the words left his mouth

Lizzie: When she was like this with him, it made her feel things she hadn't felt in a long time. Things with Evan hadn't even felt like this. The brunette was losing herself in him and the kiss and suddenly it was over, and he was putting distance between the two of them. She looked at him, noticing immediately how he tried to avoid her eyes at first. Her hands slowly fell to her lap, when they had just moments ago been on him. She almost hated herself for missing the feel of his body so close to hers. For having spent a long time trying to push back her thoughts and feelings for him, it was like a wave of these emotions now that she had finally let them in. Only for him to try and tell her that it would never happen-that they would never happen. It's basically what he was saying. "You didn't think it was a bad idea two minutes ago." She tried to put some amusement in her voice, to not make it sound as desperate or as sad as it made her feel, but she slowly nodded her head. "No. It's fine. I get it. I-I'm sorry. I shouldn't have done that." Brushing some hair back from her face, she looked away from him. "We're still good." She didn't put it as a question but as a statement, not wanting to take any other answer for that question right now.

Pratt: Chris nodded at what she was saying. He knew full well that it wasn't just her kissing him. Sure, she may hav initiated it but he didn't stop it. Instead he'd given in and took it a step further. Hell, he was sure he'd have taken it even further if he didn't feel like their friendship might be at stake. "I know, I took it too far," he told her honestly. "I shouldn't have...we shouldn't have.." he didn't even know where he was going with the statement so he just stoped and took a deep breath. "Of course we are," he agreed nodding his head as he tried to convince himself that it was all ok. "I should probably go, right?" he asked, not sure if that was the right thing to do or say given the situation. "Unless I shouldn't?" he second guessed.

Lizzie: Lizzie nodded slowly, the girl sliding off the kitchen counter, her feet touching the floor once again. "It's fine-no one's fault." Really that just made her feel better in the long run that she didn't take advantage of a situation. At least he saw himself for some of the blame for them getting carried away like that. "You could go." She said softly before glancing to the food then back to Chris. "Or..I mean, I have a lot of food, I know you said you're not hungry but I have ice cream too. There is beer in the fridge. We could just hang out, watch a movie?" This was her trying to make sure that things really did go back to normal between the two of them. He clearly wanted that too. "If you're afraid I'm gonna like jump your bones on the couch, I totally get it if you wanna go." She tried to tease, giving him a smile before she nudged her arm into him to show that it was just that-teasing. "Either way is okay."

Pratt: He shook his head in agreement with what she was saying. If neither one of them took full blame for the whole thing then no one could be mad or upset about it, right? It seemed logical to him, anyway. For a moment, he considered his options - leave and get away from the situation, which might send the message that he didn't trust her or stay and deal with the possible awkwardness but also maybe move them closer to getting back to normal. "Ice cream and a movie it is," he decided, moving towards the freezer to pull it out. "Grab a couple bowls for us?" he asked ad he put the carton on the counter.

Lizzie: They would be fine, because really there was no other option. They both made it perfectly clear that they couldn’t lose one another. She would have to do her best to just try and get over whatever it was she felt for him. He didn’t want to take them to any sort of romantic level, and she couldn’t blame him. Even if part of her thought he was just lying to himself. He didn’t kiss her like he thought it was a bad idea. Shaking the thoughts from her head she grabbed bowls from the counter, hoping that the rest of the night would go smoothly.