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got-any-references · 3 years

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What are your fav beetlebabes headcanons? Also, love your stuff <3

Thank you <3. And thank you for the wait cause oh boy if I don’t answer this ask with a ridiculous amount of art how will I live?

*Digging out the dust covered manuscript that is my nonexistent Beetlebabes fic from under the floorboards* It’s showtime.

So...Lydia is the one who falls first. She is about 17 or 18 at the time, so this is very much an “I have a teen crush on someone I am not supposed to” type of deal. Honestly they fell in love with each other way before that but like, platonically

Beej is...horribly oblivious XD. Honestly its for the best because Lydia spends the better part of her pre-college summer freaking about because any time her best friend walks in the door her heart wants to go bull-riding in her chest and if she actually has to confront her feelings she might just explode.

Then, just before Lydia was supposed to go away to college, Beetlejuice...disappears. He leaves a note, saying he’ll be back, but weeks turn into months, months turn into a year, and no one either in the living world or the netherworld has seen a hair of him. Lydia goes through college without really knowing what to do with herself, missing what was probably the closest person in her life. She graduates with a journalism degree and a minor in photography. She works for a newspaper as an investigative journalist before breaking off over less than great circumstances and going off on her own.

She’s 25 when she establishes herself as a pivate eye, with an enormous amount of anonymous sources being dead people. Also, this takes place in New York City.

(Yes she absolutely does exorcisms on the side).

She’s following a rather stange missing persons case when one of her sources points to a run down establishment that is 100% totally haunted. Except when she goes there she doesn’t find any ghosts, but rather

Beetlejuice. And he looks awful. And very much human.

Lydia: You look like hell.

Beej: Yeah, I just got back.

...

Beej: Also I’ma pass out now so you better catch me.

So he crashes at Lydia’s place, and the whole thing turns into solving the crime as well as Beej’s mysterious aquirement of a beating heart and working lungs. He doesn’t remember how that’s happened, only now everything is Too Much with Too Many Feelings. Speaking of feelings, you bet your ass there is PINING. SO much pining. Lydia’s best friend comes back and suddenly those feelings she’d dismissed as a stupid teenage crush come FLOODING BACK.

While Lydia’s internally feaking out over her feelings (it's totally normal and platonic to wanna kiss your best friend while he sleeps, right??), Beetlejuice is, you guessed it, totally oblivious! To his own feelings especially! All he knows is that it's his best friend only now she seems like a completely different person, and hot. She is now hot. His mad respect for Lydia makes him bury that thought deep, deep down. Also the whole marriage deal is a source on bad memories for both of them and he doesn’t wanna ruin the only good thing he’s ever had and-

Anyway, more pining:

Lydia’s feelings bring out resentment, too. She hates that Beej calls her kid, because that means he still sees her as one, and her ego and her desire for him make her want him to see her, the woman who's seen some real shit in the name of finding the truth, who can take care of herself, and who is very different from that angsty 15 year old girl on the roof.

It all comes ahead to a big confrontation where Lydia is shot, and Beetlejuice has to drag her to the hospital without any knowledge of how human bodies work and he has no magic so he can’t help her-

The hospital needs to know his relationship to her when they take her away, and Beetlejuice knows they wont let him in unless he’s close family so he is blurts out: “Husband. Yeah, I’m her...husband.”

Lydia wakes up with a patched up hole in her side and Beetlejuice clinging to her hand. She’s happy she’s alive, but also angry, because she could have avoided all of this. She was competent enough to not need anyone to rescue her.

She wants to get back on the case as soon as possible, she found the key lead, but Beej doesn’t wanna hear it, cause he saw way too much of her blood and he’s not big on how human bodies work, but he's pretty sure that shit’s supposed to stay inside. They’re arguing when the nurse comes in and adresses him as “Mr. Deetz.”

Lydia snatches the clipboard away, sees that he’s told them she’s his wife, and is livid. Because crush or not the wedding thing had a whole lot of baggage she does not want to unpack. She has to confront the fact that her feelings are for someone who manipulated her into marriage at 15 and who she’s not supposed to see in that way but she does anyway.

And Beej, a dumbass but also angry cause she almost died out of a stupid reckless mistake is like: "Why are you all mad? It was a green card thing. It's not like it means anything." And that gets Lyds even more upset, with him cause he's an idiot, and with herself because she's still pining for someone who, she thinks, still sees her as a child.

Lyds, getting her coat: "Fuck off."

BJ: "Kid-"

Lydia: "Stop calling me that! I haven't been a child since my mother died. I haven't been a child since you showed up! I haven't been a child since I've started this, since I moved here, since the first asshole tried to kill me. I've been through literal hell and I've had to pull myself out of it all on my own because I was still here and you left."

There's a beat of silence as Lydia realizes what she just said.

Lydia: "And that's fine. Because I don't need you. I don't need anyone. You taught me that, at least." She yanks her coat onto her shoulders and turns to go.

BJ, quietly, but its clear he's angry: "Do you think I wanted to leave?"

Lydia: "I don't know what you wanted. Do you even know what you wanted?" She pauses at the door, turns to him. "Do you know what you want, Betelgeuse?"

BJ: "I-"

He stops. He can't look her in the eye anymore. You. I want you. Lydia scoffs, turns to go.

BJ: "Lydia, wait-"

Lydia: "Fuck. Off."

She leaves, and he just stands there, floored by his too little too late realization. Lydia thinks the best thing to do after leaving the hospital with a bullet hole in her side and hopped up on painkillers is to go get drunk! Self-preservation? None

Beetlejuice finally finds her drunk off her ass and suddenly in a great mood. He grabs her under the arms like "Whelp. Time to go."

Lydia: "Nooo come on-"

BJ: "Aren't you on hospital drugs? Doesn't that shit kill you breathers if you mix it all up?"

Lydia: ":D I stopped taking them :'D it hurts like a bitch."

BJ: "I guess I have the shared braincell now. Okay, time to go."

He manages to get her in the car without incident, but when he gets in the driver's seat suddenly Lydia's all over him.

BJ, with a lap full of drunk Lydia: "What. What are you doing."

Lydia: "Beeetlejuice."

BJ: "Yeees?"

Lydia, smiling all dopey as she cups his cheeks: "Beeetlejuuuice."

BJ: "What"

Lydia's finger hovers over his nose, as if to boop him. He closes his eyes. And suddenly her lips are on his. She tastes like alcohol and hospital food and as she pulls away he can't think. Then she starts laughing. "Ha! Gotchaaa! Classic Bait and Switch!"

And he’s pissed.

BJ: "Ha. Ha. Good one, Lyds."

He dumps her out of his lap and into the passenger seat. Lydia blinks in confusion. Now she's cold. She wants to ask, but her mental faculties aren't all with her at the moment. He drives them home and helps her up the stairs before dumping her onto her bed. "Well. Bye." Lydia scrambles up the bed. The car ride gave her enough time to be at least a bit sober, and everything before getting here is blurry. "Where are you going?" Beetlejuice turns around, the widest smile on his face. She's confused for a moment before she realizes he's vibrating with rage. "Ya said you want me gone? Great! You don't need me, you can do your weird little suicidal quest thing yourself!" Lydia looks lost. They had a fight but she'd rarely seen him this angry. "If its about the thing at the hospital, I didn't- I didn't mean it-"

Beetlejuice: "Really? You'd think you'd be glad to have me gone. Why would you want a creep like me around? The whole marriage thing didn't just disappear, after all! Great to know you can still pull one on me, huh?"

Lydia: "Pull what, Beetlejuice-"

She remembers, hazily, the car ride.

They stare at each other for a moment Beej is breathing heavily, he's not used to living person emotions, ones you can feel with your whole body instead of just as an abstract thing, but its clear he's holding back

Lydia: "I wasn't-"

Beej: "You weren't what?"

Lydia (quietly): "It wasn't a joke."

The angry grin slips off Beej's face. He suddenly looks very, very tired. She might have believed just now that he'd lived for millennia.

Beej: “Why are you doin' this, Lyds? Did you know the whole damn time? It's not like I was gonna do anything, I just thought- I just-”

Lydia suddenly realizes that they are having two different conversations. And something else. She looks away, trying to wrap her head around it, and Beetlejuice doesn't read it correctly. He turns to go.

Lydia: “Wait!”

She jumps off the bed, feeling the whole world tip over slightly, still drunk, and stumbled over to him. He catches her instinctively as she grips his forearms for support.

Lydia: “Beej. Beej, look at me.”

She takes his face in her hands, and turns it toward her. He looks so lost, like one word from her might actually break him. She'd only seen that look on his face once before, and she never wants to again.

Lydia takes a breath.

Lydia: “Beetlejuice, I-”

Aaand then she throws up all over his shoes.

She doesn't quite remember what happened next, only that she was in the bathroom, leaning against the door, the toilet was flushed, she was sweating, and he wasn't there.

Lydia: “Beej?”

Beetlejuice (through the door): “...hi”

Lydia: “What-”

BJ: “-happened? Well, that's a story!”

His voice sounds cheerful, but it’s shaking slightly

BJ: “First ya threw up all over us both! then that little experiment of yours with mixing the meds went off, and you started babbling about...rocks? Then we got here, you heaved out the rest of your insides, and then ya kicked me out and said you were gonna shower, and now we're sitting here, so, yeah”

Lydia: “...Are you still covered in puke?”

BJ:”...yeah”

Lydia: “...sorry?”

BJ: “Pshh, what's a best friend if ya can't throw up on 'im a couple times.”

They both fall silent

Beetlejuice (quietly): “Lyds, do ya still want me here?”

...

Lydia takes the time to find the words. Want him here? After everything, he was still asking that question. Did he still think, after all this time, that she'd throw him out at the smallest inconvenience? Would he ever stop thinking that way? Why did he think so now? Was it because he- Because he-

Lydia: “I love you.”

The other side of the door is silent.

Lydia: “I love your stupid laugh. You sound like a fucking cartoon villain, its so fucking obnoxious. I love your jokes, all of them, even the shitty ones- you always look so god damn proud when you say them.”

Is she crying? She tries to wipe at her face, but the tears keep coming.

Lydia: “I loved you since that last day on the roof, and when you left-”

Her throat closes up. She chokes back on her tears, she has to finish it, he has to hear it.

Lydia: “When you left I thought I might die again.”

Lydia: “I kept seeing things, dumb branding on cereal boxes, that shitty college play I went to, my first client, and I kept thinking aw, Beej would have a field day with this one. I thought about what you'd say. You were like a voice I couldn't scrape out of my head, I thought I was going crazy, I thought I'd imagined it all, some lonely little girl with no life or friends, needing someone to talk to- But you'd been real, and then you were just gone- “

The words dissolve in her throat as she sobs, pulling her knees up to her chest. She feels like a child now. She feels more childlike than she had at 15. She’s clinging to a scrap of hope she doesn’t have a right to demand from him. And yet he'd said-

Lydia: “I love you. Please, don't leave.”

They sit is silence for a while. Lydia tries to stop crying. Then, quietly from the other side of the door:

BJ: “You know what I thought when I first saw you?”

Lydia: “Here’s a suicidal teen haha what a riot?”

BJ: “What? No, not then. Like now.”

Lydia: “Oh. What?”

BJ: “I thought wow, who the hell is that and why is she so dang hot?”

Lydia laughs.

BJ: “And then I thought oh God that’s Lydia.”

Something in his voice makes her pause. Maybe it’s the strange fear that she feels coming from him.

BJ: “It’s like, you’re Lydia, and I don’t know shit about you! You’re the same person, but you’re a stranger to me. Lyds, do you know how fucking terrifying that is? You’re someone I never got to know because of a shitty decision I don’t even remember making.”

he falls silent. She can hear the pain in his voice. And something else. Longing.

Beetlejuice: “I’d like to.”

Lydia opens the door. Beetlejuice scrables up, only for her to throw her arms around him.

They figure it out. It’s a slowburn 200k fic that I’ll never write so it takes a while for them to actually kiss, or do anything more, but they get there.

This turned out...ridiculously long XD. I don’t know what you meant by “headcanons”, exactly, but have this instead.

Thanks for the ask!

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todourouki · 4 years

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congrats on 1k+!! can i request for sfw #14 (domestic life w/ them 🥺) with aizawa, todoroki, bakugou, and shinsou? thank you sm!! i love your works :>

AHHH! thank you so much for this, it means a lot! and ugh this is so cuteeee!

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SFW PROMPT #14: What would living with them be like?

including aizawa, todoroki, bakugou, & shinsou

living with aizawa would be so nice

he’s not a high-maintenance guy

he’s more of a “as long as nothing looks like a piece of shit, we’re good”

matching sleeping bags

the man adores his sleep, i’m sure we all see that

so there’s soft blankets spread over every single couch/lounge-chair incase the two of you decide to nap

every day off, you guys have a tradition on waking up the latest time you possibly could, cooking breakfast together and eating it in bed with a show the two of you are currently binge watching on the tv

aizawa isn’t a bathroom hogger honestly he probably doesn’t even look in the mirror as much as he should

he’s pretty tidy when it comes to leaving his shit where it’s supposed to be

mostly because if he loses it, he knows he’ll be too lazy to look for it and he probably doesn’t have time

the furniture is all monochromatic

i don’t see him as a guy having brightly covered couches in his living room

everything is neutral, black, or white

minimalistic king

due to pure exhaustion all the time, color is out of the question, it reminds him of his students and he hates it but secretly loves it so all of his plates are multicolored

honestly living with aizawa sounds amazing

“Shouta,” you groan, eyes snapped harshly shut die to the light tracing into the room from the now open shades, “close the freaking things.”

Aizawa mumbles right after you, leg kicking the shade he once accidentally lifted with his foot back to where it once was. With the harsh tugs done by his feet, the light in the room finally fleeted away and allowed the comfortable dimness takeover once again.

The Pro-Hero’s arms gripped onto you tighter, nose nuzzled into your neck and bringing your body the kind of warmth necessary within the cold room. “S’go back to sleep, kitten.”

You mustered a smile, eyes still closed and hands running through the silky black hair resting underneath your neck. Mornings with Shouta were always the same— waking up once because of his leg obnoxiously releasing the shades, and both of you falling asleep once again in each other’s embrace.

You felt Aizawa begin to rub your back, fingers twinkling against your bare back soothing you beyond explanation. Within minutes, you felt yourself losing conscience, and you finally drifted back to sleep with the man you loved cradling you with unconscious admiration.

living with todoroki is exactly what you’d think it would be

i don’t mean to say it

but ima say it

this rich bitch has a ton of antique and expensive furniture lying around

mostly because he loves using his dad’s money

you and todoroki are a weird match

because you both love the exact same things

so all the furniture in your home

whether the living room be one color and bedroom be another

it all weirdly goes together because you’re both so good and coordinating shit

like your couch could be fucking orange

and the blue throw-pillows and decorations you cover your living room with just make sense

just like the two of you

living with todoroki means you figure out just how funny he actually is

also just how dense the boy could be

like he’s so sweet but also a little ✨dumb✨

he doesn’t know how to use the laundry machine and he never will don’t change my mind about this

todoroki loved cold soba we all know that

so there is a specific cabinet underneath the sink filled with all the ingredients for making it

that cabinet has to be restocked a lot

usually on days off, shouto would like to sleep in but he knows he just can’t

so if you like to sleep in, he already went out for a run, took a shower, and made you breakfast by the time you wake up

if you like to wake up early/with him, you find yourself either joining his workout or making him a hearty breakfast by the time he gets back

living with todoroki is really sweet bye i’m gonna go cry

“I just don’t understand why I’d have to press so many obnoxious buttons to get it to wash clothes,” he began, his stoic voice staring harshly at the machine infront of him as you stared at him in disbelief, “it isn’t my fault.”

“Shou, you froze the entire machine..” You repeated, a deadpanned expression on your face as you tried your hardest not to laugh.

You knew your boyfriend wasn’t the best at figuring things like this out, he hated to admit it but his family had done a lot for him back home. And sure, he wasn’t a little boy anymore and should probably know how to work a laundry machine, but he was convinced it acted up with him and him only.

“It was giving me a hard time, I didn’t even realize I froze it until I realized the clothes weren’t spinning anymore..” The frown on his face was one you couldn’t help but smile at, the grin taking over your face as you chortled a laugh.

With your empty hand, you gave the boy a kiss on the forehead, his calculating expression trying to decipher the reason certain clothes needed a certain temperature of water. Moments like this made you realize just why you loved Todoroki so much.

bakugou

is a handful

that’s clear to everyone

but living with him, oddly enough, is not

you both have a specific cleaning day

every single sunday morning

and that same night included the two of you watching a movie and having loud in-depth character analysis debate every single time

you both have special cooking days (he has more but it’s ok bc he won’t say it but he absolutely loves cooking for you)

bakugou has been through a lot, my baby

so consistency is something he depends on

he nearly breathes for it

routine is everything in your household, being something you grew accustomed to as well even if it’s not what you’re used to

every day you’d wait for him to get back home on the plush couch in the living room

so that way you’re the first thing he sees when he gets home, as well as a platter of his favorite food for the night and his fav tv show on the tv

he feels like he’s walking into heaven every single day

and depending on your schedules, you get the same thing when you get home if he beats you to it

a show/anime you’re trying to finish, the food you’ve begged him to make, and your loving boyfriend/husband lounged against the couch waiting for your arrival

you both wake up early— sorry, even if you don’t want to

bakugou doesn’t give a single fuck, he will wake you up and force you to either workout with him or start your day with him

on his days off though, you both sleep in until the afternoon

there’s literally no inbetween with your schedules

you’re both either up and ready to go by 8am or finally getting up to brush your teeth at 3pm

“How many times do I have to tell you— the real villain was not Sharpay, but Gabriella!” Your voice boomed, staring at your boyfriend who looked at you as if you had four heads.

“Babe, with all due respect, you’re a fucking idiot!” He retaliated just as aggressive and firm as you. “How can you say that when she’s such a bitch?!”

The credits of the movie you just watched played in the background, popcorn kernels pushing into the skin you had sprawled against your boyfriend. The pink reflected across your shirtless boyfriend, his ears beginning to redden due to the volume of his voice.

“Gabriella walked into that high school and literally stole everything Sharpay worked for,” you retorted, the straw you were drinking from entering your lips as you took a quick sip of the soda, “that’s being a bitch!”

He opened his mouth, signaling you to throw one of the Swedish Fish candies into his mouth and you did. With a laugh, you continued to throw food into one another’s mouth over and over throughout the argument.

“Maybe you resonate with Sharpay so much because you’re both bitches.” He snickered, dodging a pillow that fleeted your side of the couch and into his side by your right hand.

A gasp slipped your lips, narrowing your eyes at his tall figure and shoving a candy down your throat after his words, “maybe that’s why you love me, cause you’re a bitch too.”

living with shinsou >>>> breathing

shinsou is a gamer idc

there’s a playstation in both your room and your living room for game nights

yes

you guys had a game night

every single friday you guys would sit in nothing but (shinsou’s) t-shirt, and underwear and play nothing but video games all day

you usually end up falling asleep when the sun begins to come up, always taking saturday’s off no matter what for the occasion

you both are clean

being too lazy just like aizawa to have to find it if it’s misplaced

the bedroom look the best bc shinsou gets tired of monochromatic things and you hate living in a boring setting

so the two of you’s aesthetic shines through the room

if you cook, then please know food us up to you

if you can’t cook

money is spent 90% of the time on take out

because shinsou can’t cook for shit i don’t care

sometimes people wonder how it is you both manage to go to work and have a coherent sleeping schedule

and the reason is

aside from shinsou’s clinical insomnia )-:

that the two of you are absolute dumbasses

you spend all day doing homework if one of you is in college

or doing the work that needs to be done if you have just a job

and after that?

it’s just cuddling, gaming, struggling to cook, ordering take out, and eventual sleeping when you both realize you’re both past a point of ni return

most of the time though, you both manage to sleep

it’s more surprising for shinsou though bc he could never sleep properly if he’s alone

the two of you live together in GTA

also, I canon that Shinsou loves watching The Office so you guys binge watch the fuck out of that

living with shinsou is living with a bestfriend that is a civilized adult at certain times that you can cuddle and make out with

a girl can only dream <3

The sound of the console played through the room, your focused face watching the screen in front of you intently. The feeling of the bed moving along side every tap of the controller in your boyfriend’s hands trembled your limbs, your eyes being too locked on the screen to even maintain a balance.

“Go to the left, the left!” You pointed out, your legs sprawled across your boyfriend’s chest as he rested his body horizontally underneath yours.

“I know..” His voice was enough to show you he was focused, his eyes barely blinking as he followed your command and moved the character closer towards the left.

As gun shots erupted through the room, all you could see were flashes of red across the screen and players who had been attacked in Shinsou’s frenzy dead against the floor.

Exhilaration ran through your veins as finally killed the last person, the feeling of his body tending under you making you smile in happiness. You had both been trying to beat this level for weeks and you finally did it, exciting you to no limit.

The phrase “victory” strobed against the screen, making the two of you cheer in happiness at the time being well spent. He landed a big fat kiss on your cheek, pulling you in by the string in your hoodie and pressing you against him.

“Let’s beat some more ass in this next round, huh doll?”

“I’ll believe it when I see it, pretty boy.”

#headcanons #mha #bnha #my hero academia #boku no hero academia #bakugou #bnha x reader #bakugou katsuki x reader #shinsou hitoshi x reader #aizawa x reafer #aizawa x reader #todoroki x reader #aizawa #shinsou #todoroki #1kfollowersnight #heillysreqs

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bethdutten · 4 years

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Could you do a Loki x reader where the reader teases Loki about a bunch of stuff and she thinks he's fine with it cause he always comes back with flirty remarks exept Loki ends up getting emotional about it and the reader finds him crying so she's sorry and can you just make it fluffy (Ok bye sorry have a nice day💚)

ah yes teasing loki + emotional loki my two fav kinks in one!!

It began when you were sparing with Loki.

You dodged to the left and avoided the tip of the dagger, knocking Loki’s arm to the side with a kick and laughing when he lost his grip on it. You used it to your advantage, swiping at his right leg and pouncing when he fell to the ground, straddling his waist. The dagger was now in your hand, at his throat.

“Thought you could do better than that,” you grinned, biting you lip as Loki smirked up at you and rested his hands on your hips.

“Maybe I let you win,” he countered with a wink, effortlessly lifting you up and off him like a feather.

You wiped the sweat off your brow with the back of your hand as you caught your breath, shaking your head. “Or maybe you’re just too reliant on your magic tricks.”

Loki just rolled his eyes, and you took his hand when he offered. He didn’t let go immediately, and you didn’t mind at all.

In the kitchen later, you complimented Thor on his shorter hair, laughing when Bucky suggested Loki jump on the bandwagon and cut his hair as well.

“Loki would look terrible, don’t you dare cut it,” you snorted, shooting a look at Loki. “Only Thor can pull that off.”

Loki watched you carefully, tilting his head. “Whatever you say, love.”

You got up and headed towards the fridge, ruffling Loki’s sleek locks as you passed. He flicked your hand away with a grumble, and you smiled.

That night, Tony convinced everyone to go to a new club he had invested in, and you wrapped your arms around yourself when you stepped out of the car, cursing yourself for wearing a short dress and no jacket.

“Here,” Loki murmured from beside you, pulling off his black leather jacket and placing it over your shoulders. It smelled like him, but was cold as you slipped your arms into it, causing you to shiver.

“Jesus, I forgot you’re one of those Frost Giants,” you groaned, the jacket practically covering your dress completely. “Where’s Johnny Storm when you need him?”

Loki chuckled, his hand held out facing you as a wave of green mist appeared. You immediately felt warmer. “Ask and you shall receive.”

You smirked, bumping your shoulder against his and following the rest of the team into the club. “Such a gentleman.”

The club was packed, but Tony had a reserved table near the DJ booth for everyone. You sat sipping on your apple sour, grinning as yet another person walked by and pointed at Loki, whispering to their friends as they scurried away.

“Guess the reputation as an evil dictator is hard to get rid of, huh?” You said into Loki’s ear, accidentally falling into his side. Maybe you’d had one too many drinks.

Loki raised an eyebrow, taking the shot out of your hand and sliding it in front of Natasha, who immediately downed it. “You’re making it very difficult not to take advantage, darling.”

You laughed, feeling your bare thigh graze against Loki’s under the table. “Dance with me?”

He grimaced, but stood and held out a hand, practically having to pull you out of the booth himself. He led you to the dance floor with a hand on the small of your back, and you wrapped your arms around his neck just to keep steady.

The song was some terrible remix of a song you vaguely remembered, and you realized you were basically slow-dancing with Loki in the middle of the club. You giggled at that, tangling your hands in the hair at the nape of his neck and leaning in. “You’re brother is a better dancer,” you joked, feeling Loki tense in your hold.

But when you pulled away he was smirking, the hand on your back resting suspiciously closer to your ass than it had a second ago. “Music is a bit more refined in Asgard, I apologize.”

You were feeling dizzy, drunk off apple sours and Loki. He must have sensed it, and you had a blurry recollection of him putting you in a cab and taking you back to the tower.

Luckily, your enhancements got the alcohol out of your system in a few hours, and you woke up with a jerk in an unfamiliar bed. You glanced around, noticing the clock on the side table flashing 3:24. You sunk back into the sheets, recognizing the smell. Loki’s bed.

You stumbled out of the room a few minutes later, heels in hand as you tugged your dress up and made your way to the elevator quietly. As you reached the main room, you heard a sniffle.

You could just make out Loki’s face in the reflection in the window as he stood staring out at the twinkling city below. It was wet.

“Loki?”

He startled, turning towards you and hastily wiping his shirt sleeve over his face. But it was too late.

“Oh my god, what’s wrong?” You dropped your heels and made you way over to him, cupping his face in your hands when he tried to look away. You’d never, ever seen him cry– was he injured? Sick?

“I’m fine,” he croaked out, but the words cracked. A single silent tear slid down his cheek, and you gently wiped it away with your thumb.

“Is it Thor? What did he–”

“I’m fine!” he suddenly snapped, jerking away from your touch. He sat on the couch behind you, placing his head in his hands and mumbling, “Please, just leave. You obviously think me a monstrous idiot, anyhow.”

You frowned, kneeling down beside him and placing your hands on his, carefully pulling them away so you could see his red and watery eyes. “Why would you think that?”

He looked away, jaw clenched as he attempted to compose himself and appear indifferent. “All I am is a second-class, weak, evil monster who uses trickery and deceit, right? You’ve reminded me enough today what you think of me. I guess I just–” he chewed at his bottom lip, swallowing. “I thought we were friends, at the very least. I thought at least one person did not see me that way.”

“Oh,” you whispered, staring down at the floor as you thought back to all the things you’d teased him for today, and how he must have interpreted them. And how wrong he was.

You got up and sat beside him, wishing he could meet your eyes. “Loki, I– I don’t want to be your friend.”

He nodded curtly, his whole demeanour hardening. “I understand that now.”

You licked your lips, hesitantly trailing your fingertips over the back of his hand where it sat clenched in a fist on his lap. “I don’t want to be your friend, because I don’t think I could be just friends with someone I care about this way.”

Loki was not expecting that. He turned to look at you, finally meeting your eyes. “Now I don’t understand.”

You smiled softly, reaching up to brush a tendril of his hair away from his face. “I know you’re not just magic tricks, Loki. I know you hold back when we spar because you’re afraid of hurting me, not because you aren’t capable of kicking anyone’s ass who dared to cross you. And I would literally kill you if you cut your hair, because I think about running my fingers through it and playing with it all the time, because I know that calms you down. And I don’t think you’re evil, or a monster, because I know you and you’ve never been those things.”

You took a breath, licking your lips as your gaze drifted down to his lips, murmuring, “I’m sorry I ever made you think I didn’t see you as the most amazing, intelligent, attractive man in all the realms, because you are.”

Loki inched closer, and you felt his sweet breath on your skin before you felt his lips, letting him pull you into his lap as he kissed you soft and slow. You let out a quiet moan, allowing him to slip his tongue in against yours as he deepened the kiss.

You pulled away with a sigh, resting your forehead against his and he toyed with the strap of your dress. You smiled, giving him one more quick kiss. “Thor is a better dancer, though.”

#loki #loki x reader #loki x you #loki laufeyson #loki odinson #loki oneshot #loki fanfic #loki request #fluff!loki

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marvels-writings · 4 years

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Amusement Park

A/N: i had this idea while watching the hindi movie Dostana that like what if on your first date with Wanda you took her to an amusement park, I’m thinking Six Flags and it’s just super adorable and cute.

Summary: You finally ask Wanda out and take her on a date to Six Flags after finding out she has never been to an amusement park before, after pulling some strings to keep the park open after hours just for the two of you.

“Okay… one thing you want to do in the US that you were never able to do in Sokovia?” You asked, popping another piece of popcorn in your mouth, stretching your legs on the couch.

You were seated with Wanda on the couch after training, the movie she picked ended up being boring so you settled for a simple Q&A. You keep asking each other questions, all of them have to be answered, you can only back out 3 times. So far, you haven’t used any of your tries, Wanda has used all of hers.

“Definitely go to Six Flags, or Disneyland.” Wanda answered, leaning back on the couch after grabbing a handful of popcorn from your bucket.

The two of you were currently both wearing sweatpants and each other’s oversized hoodies while relaxing on the couch and sharing one large bucket of popcorn while sitting on opposite ends.

“Wait so you’ve never been to an amusement park?” You asked, stunned as popcorn fell from your hand back into the bucket. Wanda giggled slightly at your reaction before nodding and putting popcorn in her mouth.

“Wow, we’re gonna have to change that soon.” You remarked, crossing your legs on the coffee table uncomfortably.

“Maybe, anyway my turn.” Wanda answered, rubbing her chin jokingly, you laughed and waited. “Oooh I have a good one, kind of sappy but, how do you know when you love someone?” You choked on the popcorn and started coughing, causing Wanda to explode in laughter, you couldn’t help but grin.

“Where did that come from?” You asked, still having a mini coughing attack. Wanda shrugged in response, you leaned back further, thinking, moving your legs from the coffee table to next to Wanda’s, your foot rubbing against her thigh.

You couldn’t explain, you knew you loved Wanda a few weeks back. It was when you came back from a horrible mission, gone the worst way possible, tired and angry. Wanda heard about it before you came and made your favorite dish, sitting with you as you ate.

Even though you weren’t talking, Wanda knew you needed a distraction and started rambling, you were half listening while eating, eventually you started laughing slightly at her jokes, letting her soft accent soothe you.

After, you expected her to leave you alone, instead, she came with you to your room and binge watched your favorite show while cuddling with you, knowing physical contact grounded you more than anything. You fell asleep in her arms, Wanda knew when you were having a nightmare and used her powers to comfort you, showing you soothing memories as you slept, making sure you were okay.

It reminded you how nice it was to have someone care about you more than anything, it reminded you what it was like to be loved. You wanted that feeling, so badly, you wanted it with her, you loved her.

“Y/n you’ve been staring at the ceiling for 5 minutes.” Wanda stated, continuing to eat the popcorn, you snapped out of your daze and looked back at her with a soft smile.

“I’ll pass this question.” You answered, Wanda shrugged as if to say ‘your loss’, but you knew it was deeper than that and decided not to push it.

“My turn, um, will you go out with me?” You blurted, eyes widening as one hand came up to your mouth to cover it, forgetting that hand had popcorn in it. You ended up shoving it in your face then frowning after realizing. Wanda laughed harder than she ever had, forgetting the question for a second.

“Of course you adorable idiot.” Wanda answered, you chewed the popcorn and grinned at her.

Wanda lifted up one piece of popcorn and offered to throw it, you opened your mouth and caught it in your mouth, you knew exactly what you were going to do for this date.

“I’ll be outside your room at 6:00.” You stated, offering to throw a piece of popcorn in Wanda’s mouth.

“Yes ma’am.” Wanda jokes, her accent making those words a lot funnier, you laughed and missed Wanda’s mouth before laughing harder.

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After settling on a fav/color crop top, a denim jacket with your favorite patches on it and navy blue ripped jeans and white Adidas shoes. You quickly put on some simple makeup with light blue eyeshadow to match the jacket and tied your hair in a high ponytail, deciding to take it down later. You made your way to Wanda’s room after tucking your phone in your back pocket, knocking gently on her door and standing outside.

“Who’s there?” Wanda’s voice called out, you grinned before answering.

“Your date!” You yelled back, happy to say those words. You heard rapid shuffling before Wanda finally came to the door.

“Hi!” Wanda exclaimed, wearing a tight red dress, black flats with more makeup than usual, she thought you were going somewhere fancy.

“I’m really sorry but we aren’t going anywhere nearly that fancy.” You gestured to her dress, Wanda’s face fell, she had spent hours picking out the dress and stressing about what to wear.

“But your makeup looks great!” You complimented, giving her two thumbs up and trying to lift her spirits. It did look great, it brought out the green in her and still made her features look soft.

“Thanks.” Wanda answered, chuckling at the cute action you just did, but she didn’t want you to see her entire closet on her bed and kept the door half closed. “Where are we going?” She asked timidly.

“That’s a surprise,” You grinned, Wanda grew more nervous. “I can help you pick out something to wear though.” Wanda groaned, you were taken aback slightly and opened your mouth to say something, but Wanda cut you off.

“I just didn’t want you to see this mess.” Wanda opened the door and gestured to her bed, where her entire closet was with basically Sephora on top of it. You grinned and giggled at the mess.

“I just wanted to look good for you.” Wanda muttered when she saw your reaction, you backtracked instantly.

“No, I swear that’s the cutest thing but if you want I can go change and we can go somewhere you want to go.” You offered, heart dropping at the thought of changing the surprise.

“You planned the surprise,” Wanda said, walking inside and sitting down on the bed. “Might as well plan my outfit.”

You grinned and sat down next to her, looking around, staring at the scarlet tank top and picking it up, pairing it with black jeans before letting her pick out everything else. She picked out a warm black and scarlet jacket and black puma sneakers. She looked great, you grinned and took her to your planned out date.

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The first stop had been Wanda’s favorite pizza place she had told you about, thankfully it had been near the compound so the two of you walked. Wanda loved it and gave you a small peck on the cheek before heading to where you had reserved a table and some red wine.

The two of you talked for about an hour before you decided to go to the surprise, you paid the bill and took Wanda in a taxi you had already booked a few hours back. Wanda had no idea where the two of you were headed, she was just admiring the sunset while holding your hand.

However, when you were almost there you could see the lights through your window and took the small black blindfold out of your pocket, grinning as you gently blindfolded Wanda and held her hand through the ride there. Until finally, you arrived at the entrance, you walked her out by resting your hands on her shoulders.

Wanda had no problem trusting you this much, it was the suspense that was killing her more than anything.

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“And there.” You stated, positioning Wanda so the two of you were right in front of the front gates, you made sure all of the lights were lit before you led her out. The sunset was just dark enough not steal the spotlight from the park lights, it looked perfect

“Ready?” You whispered in her ear, feeling her shudder slightly before answering. You stood on Wanda’s side, your phone pulled out to take a picture, taking a picture of the sunset and the park first.

“Definitely.” Wanda replied softly, shifting her weight in excitement.

You grinned and slipped the blindfold off, quickly tucking it in your pocket. It took Wanda a second to realize where you had brought her, the sign instantly brought her to her senses. She grinned and you quickly clicked a picture, capturing the reflection of the lights and the sunset in her eyes.

“Surprise.” You said timidly.

Wanda turned to you instantly and surged forward, kissing you softly, it was barely a kiss taking the fact both of you were grinning your asses off, but it was definitely long overdue. You were just happy you could make Wanda this ecstatic. She pulled away quickly, excited to see everything. Before you could say anything, she grabbed your wrist and practically dragged you into the park.

Wanda went on every single ride, demanding you go with her. The ones you didn’t want to she didn’t push and decided to go on a different one instead, all the while looking at all the lights in absolute wonder.

You were grinning the entire time, holding Wanda’s hand as she took you from ride to ride. You’d been here at least a hundred times, but seeing it with Wanda showed you how much it really meant. The whimsical lights made Wanda look so much more beautiful, you were wondering how lucky you were to have her while you walked to the ice cream machine.

The two of you ate ice cream in comfortable silence while walking through the park, holding hands. You shivered, partially from the ice cream and partially from the cold. You threw your ice cream in the nearest trash can, it was almost finished anyway.

Wanda however, took off her jacket and gently put it over your shoulders, refusing to take it back. You sighed and put your arms through it, getting warmer by the second. Wanda grinned, knowing you were getting warmer in her jacket.

“Remember when you asked me ‘how do you know when you love someone’?” You asked softly, glancing over at her nervously. Wanda nodded and you continued,finishing the rest of her snack.

“Well, if it means anything, I knew I loved you ever since you became my best friend.” You smiled softly to yourself and looked down at your feet. “Ever since then you were the person who made me happiest, whenever I was with you it was like nothing else mattered anymore, it always feels like it’s just the two of us running through life, stumbling and laughing our asses off the entire time.”

Wanda stopped you through your joined hands, smiling at you in a look of adoration as a tear slipped down her face, wondering what she did to deserve someone like you.

“What did I do wrong?” You asked, almost backstepping when you saw the tear slip down her cheek, you instantly thought you had hurt her or overstepped.

“Nothing,” Wanda answered, stepping into you when you stepped back on accident, one hand coming up to caress your face hesitantly as her gaze slipped to your lips.

“That just means everything to me.” Wanda whispered, joining your lips in a soft kiss, the anxiety melted from your body as you instantly kissed back, both hands coming to rest on her waist. Wanda’s hand went to your hair, gently tugging the hair tie out of your hair.

“You mean everything to me.” Wanda answered with a grin, you grinned back and pecked her lips before pulling away. The two of you holding hands while trying to find a way out of the park.

“Can I ask you the same question?” You asked timidly, hand stroking hers gently while your other hand took out the hair tie completely, shaking your head slightly as you looked at her, Wanda was almost too stunned by how you looked to answer, she nodded instead.

“I knew I loved you almost the second I met you,” Wanda answered, then continued. “The second you came into the room the whole mood changed, it became more lighthearted, happier and just so amazing. You did the same with my life, when you came, everything became happier, I was mourning for Pietro, you came in and turned him into Sonic and made me the happiest I’ve ever been.”

You grinned at the memory of Wanda describing Pietro’s powers and you nicknamed him Sonic, you thought it was insensitive when you said it but Wanda said she wished she had thought of it before and laughed with you.

“It wasn’t one my best jokes but hey it got me a gorgeous girlfriend.” You commented, Wanda laughed while blushing at the compliment, stopping the two of you again.

“Don’t you dare ask me if I mean it because I wouldn’t lie to you.” You stated, looking at Wanda and grinning, calming her insecurity instantly.

“And I thought I was the telepath.” Wanda laughed and leaned in to kiss you again, you were grinning way too hard to kiss back properly but who really cares.

Wanda’s hand went into your hair, running both her hands through your soft hair. Your hands went back to rest on her waist, this time pulling her closer.

“I love you.” Wanda whispered, breathless as her eyes searched your face, your grin grew and you pulled her slightly closer.

“I love you too.” You answered, leaning in to kiss her again, wondering for about the twentieth time that day how lucky you were to have her.

A/N: im sorry but i had to write this

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weaselbeaselpants · 4 years

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That Krispy Cat: A Warning, part 3

The last of the images cause I don’t want this bitch on my computer anymore.

Knowing tumblr I kept the images hidden JUUUUST in case no one reads the fine print and can’t tell I’m being critical of this and gets me in trouble.

VVV ((Just in case you thought the JewishGriffon piece assured everyone that Crispy couldn’t POSSIBLY hate people of color, some of her earliest Nazi art had her character Klaus beating up Amigo Bear. She also made Amigo into a liberal strawman. )) VVV

((Dialogue to one of her TROLLARIOUS pictures that featured Amigo:

Amigo Bear: *muttering* "Your leader was a !@#$% little #@%^!@$^*!, you fascist feather duster..." General Klaus: "Fräulein, Ich vant you to cover your ears und shut your eyes as tight as you can." Crispy: "How come, General?" General Klaus: "Klaus ist about to say und do very bad sings zhat he does not vant his little Edelweiß to see or hear." Crispy: "Alrighty!" General Klaus: "WHO SAID ZHAT ABOUT DER FÜHRER? WER DIE FICK GESAGT? WHO'S ZUH SCHLEIMIG LITTLE COMMUNIST-SCHEISS SCHWANZLUTSCHER DOWN ZHERE, WHO JUST SIGNED HIS OWN DEATH VARRANT? NIEMAND?! GOTTVERDAMMT STALIN SAID IT! HERVORRAGEND! VHICH VUN OF YOU VANTS TO BE ZUH FIRST TO FIND OUT ZUH HARD VAY VHY MEIN FEINDE CALLED MIR DER BUTCHER BIRD?" ))

^^^ ((BUTOPHERARTISGOODSOYOUCAN’TCOMPLAIN

also the disc. for this pic before it was deleted had a ‘joke’ about cooking Jews in ovens. Oh and yes, that IS Hitler she’s giving that ugly ass cupcake too.))

^^^ (( - Thanks dA I never would have known I had a notifications unless eclipse blah -

This is one of her rants about how #Triggered she is that Starlight be compared to the Nazis when she runs a communist cult. Because A) that’s the real problem here and B) I too get upset when people say my OC is based on Jeffrey Dahmer when he’s so CLEARLY based on Ed Gein, Bwwwaaaah D> D> D> !)) ^^^

VVV ((Ugly art of her friend’s awful OCs.)) ^^^

VVV ((Crispy showing off why no one wants to be a patriot in our country.)) VVV

((FYI, Crisp, that attitude will make the Hamilton fans stronger so just keep that SJW-flinging coming you little SJW.

WHAT?! Social Justice is a broad term and as Crispy’s plainly demonstrated, you can circle it around and make a majority-class sound like the real underprivledged if you have enough fancy frou frou know-how and furries. Also, if a Social Justice Warrior constitutes someone who takes their cause soooo seriously that they’re annoying/petting/cruel/stupid about it....idk I think Crispy qualified.))

^^^ ((Crispy and her friend muse about what other races occupy the world of MLP in her headcanon. This, more than any other dA disc. and picture shows you her brand of “Segregationist-Nationalism is OKAY” thinking, cuz the art of these different races isn’t super offensive or cruel and neither are the characters. BUT if you scratch under the surface you’ll find that Crispy really likes these different people staying in their place and not in “someone else’s” country.

THEN, this same kind of thinking is used to convince you any mix of cultures is just cultural appropriation, again acting like she and her Nazi-stans are the only ones standing up to actual bigotry.)) VVV

^^^ ((Crispy makes the world a worse place by bringing up actual decent points; like how Americans dress Thanksgiving up as progressive and for the natives when we all know that’s not true...all to better her worldview.

fyi, GET OUT whenever you see a selfproclaimed Nazi fawn over Native Americans, because: Nazi Germany had a deep fascination with American Indians and used their struggles about their land being taken away from them to justify their eugenic genocide.)) ^^^

^^^ (( Crispy laughing it up on Furaffinity how she couldn’t be banned from her Furaffinity and then mysteriously never using her site there wowie.)) ^^^

^^^ (( Crispy complaining about SOPA cause her freedom of speech and blahblahblah.

Freedom of Speech is important. Unfortunately what people like Crispy don’t understand or care for is there’s no freedom of consequence. )) vvv

VVV ((LOL Joseph Mengele was such a stinkah let’s tell blithe jokes about him. At least WE AREN’T LIKE HIM!!!)) VVVV

VVV ((Early onset eugenic BS from her Spyro stuff that would be easy to miss if you didn’t know what this woman was talking about)) VVV

((Crispy admitting she thinks gays are pointless cuz they don’t reproduce but apparently loves them anyway. Also big shock Crispy’s seen Hetalia.)) VVV

VVV ((Crispy probably wanting Weeaboos to attack her cuz aren’t Japan’s animations so laaaaaaazy?!!?!? GUUdd think’ I’m a naziaboo! Germany’s never made any shitty animation evah. You know what, I lied. She doesn’t deserve Hetalia. She just doesn’t.)) VVVV

VVV ((Crispy dragging Brazil down with her as the apparent “Best South American Country”. Yikes.)) VVV

VVV ((More “it’s trolling ergo it’s not harmful” shit. Bulgarians probably do deserve their own Care Bears, but they certainly don’t want yours Crispy.)) VVV

VVV ((Disc. for her Richard Spencer bear art)) VVV

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I know, I know...this isn’t what you wanted to read today, guys. I know it’s offensive and I’m sorry if it made you ill. I also know I’m putting my own blog under fire by showing these images here but I think that should say something about dA’s bad policies that this art gets a filter slapped on it and nothing more when the artist is blatantly pro-fascist.

Crispy resonates with me so much - and no it’s not cause I DARED to be “triggered”.

It’s because, for one, she was talented. I MEAN I HAVE EYES! That’s some nicely drawn digital stuff I’m not gonna deny. She had some cool rewrites and sequel ideas that, had it come from someone else I would have eaten up and faved to hell and back onceupona2012. But I didn’t, where a ton of MLP and furry fans did because they undervalued their own talents and would say “well it’s pretty who cares about the message?”

Unlike so many commercial+published artists, it’s REALLY hard to separate the art from the artist here because the artist is so connected and a part of her art and storytelling. If you fav her art, even if you didn’t like her, that was telling Crispy she’d won. It’s so defeating to have other artists say their gonna ignore their gut for the sake of prettypretty-Don-Bluth style art. And yes, that stigma DOES affect my view on 2D purists btw.

Crispy was so holier than thou’, and that attitude also was appealing to dA folks, not to mention her knowledge of art history by the time she dropped off the radar. Crispy was the kind of person who’d make long, detailed, justified rants against the design and color choices in Hazbin Hotel and then a bunch of antis would eat her redesigns up only to learn the awful truth later and embarrass themselves cuz they were so taken up by the craft they didn’t know they were reblogging a fucking Nazi.

Not to underplay Viv’s wrongdoings of course, but I’m sorry; the two aren’t comparable on the problematic artist meter. THAT’S HOW BAD CRISPY WAS.

If this somehow was just a faze and she’s come to her senses or doesn’t really think this shite she preaches...I don’t care. She said some vile shit and fuck no I’m not forgiving her. It’s like KenDraw or Shadman. You’ve changed your life around and realized you’ve done/drawn nasty shit that’s done real harm? Cool....I’m still not talking or ever promoting you, ya dingbat. You ain’t no Roman Polanski or Doug Tennaple. You’re a singular internet artist and any support of the project has to go to you - and you suck!

ThisCrispyKat was a wakeup call that showed me these people not only still exist but will be allowed to get away with it. I was very touchy bout this kind of thing back in the day. Fuck, I STILL AM TOUCHY. The rabbit holes I found thanks to Crispy opened up to reveal communities where people think my hair color’s going extinct. People would detail how much they wanted to rape me - a natural blonde - and kill my friends and family for not looking like me. That they want to jerk off in my naturally curly hair and see me in glowy German princess gowns preparing them dinner.

Crispy and other Nazistans would look at me; a blond-haired blue eyed Polish/German American woman and think I need to be “fixed” because I DARE to repeat propaganda that the Nazis were bad. They’d call me a traitor for thinking that celebrating the Nazi party ISN’T German pride.

HOW DARE YOU TELL ME THAT’S GERMAN PRIDE! I’LL SHOW YOU GERMAN PRIDE YOU EGOSTROKING-LIMPDICKED ATTENTION WHORES.

People like Crispy make it 1000x harder to actually show interest in German things. Because I AM interested in German shit btw.

Like for real: it’s a country I’d love to visit one day (at least the black forest, which is where my mom’s fam comes from). I love German art and German fairytales slap. I really do want to explore my heritage through art and stuff.

But guess what? Much as Crispy would argue to the contrary I DO know my WWII history and beyond and FUCK YOU if you honestly think jerking it to cuddly Nazi-furs is empowering or just “showing your interest in history”. Take your own advice and read a god-damn book.

TL;DR: I DO NOT have to be proud of Nazis to enjoy German culture and if you think otherwise, FUCK YOU. It’s a slap in the face to everyone even if you are ‘just trolling’ and it in no way values actual German’s feeling on the matter. It’s annoying how people undervalue real people just for the sake of fan art.

The Nazis were evil. They were racist, eugenic-genocidal idiots who killed over six million Jewish people, Romani, Slavs, Jehovahs Witnesses, disabled people, Poles, homosexuals and prisoners of war. They would have killed my dad’s side of the family if they were in Poland at the time. They made bullshit tanks that killed the people making them and didn’t work on the battlefield. Their leader was a fat, farting one-testicaled bastard who preferred animals to people.

They ruined everything for everyone and then took the easy way out, leaving the Germans that were left in the hands of the also-genocidal Soviets and Americans. Germany is still paying their war debts and now, 70-80 years later everyone else wants to laugh off this dark period of history with memes and forget what they did, and as such, are forgetting the victims of the genocide.

I have 0 tolerance for Nazi things for the sake of HUMANITY, let alone the individual groups they target. I don’t have to have German ancestry or know a single Jewish person to tell you any of this. It’s fucking history.

Eat shit.

#tw: nazi #tw: neonazi #tw: swastika #tw: antisemitism #cultural appropriation #kimba the white lion #thiscrispykat #altright #classic spyro #My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic #balto #animals of farthing wood

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marshunter06 · 4 years

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Sad Bitch- Łaszewo (Trentney)

A/N: Sorry I’ve been absent, but my brain has been a bitch lately... I never imagined I would be writing a fic like this, but I had to get it out. The reason why I do have such a soft spot for Trentney is because I have a Trent in my life to keep me grounded and I’m so grateful for him

To be a good artist means one must be burdened with great suffering especially at the hands of oneself. This may not apply to all the arts and typically not with singers, but Courtney understood this more than anyone in the industry. It was never her intention to be this way, dissociating while her manager tried to plan her next move, but the weight of her own thoughts were just too much to carry. Back when Total Drama was still a thing, she hid her depression well, she often exploded into anger to keep people out. No one would dare befriend a fiery volcano just waiting to erupt, no one besides him at least. With a touch of his hand, she was brought back to reality to listen to the meeting with their label. His smile and bright green eyes soothed her dark thoughts away briefly, enough to put on her persona as a successful pop princess. His hand stayed put, right next to hers barely touching. It brings a warm feeling into her heart and soon she’s lost in a daydream with him as the focus. Still the sadness starts to ease into her thoughts making doubts plague her mind. Was she foolish with possibly falling for her best friend? Was it smart to trust Trent with her heart so soon after her final breakup with Duncan? Would it even be the final breakup? Duncan, the name still leaves a bitter taste in her mouth. She still remembers everything about their failed relationship, every callous word thrown at each other without regard for the other’s feelings. A primes example of two toxic people made for each other. Their love always sizzled out leading to another prison both were too familiar to let go of. What happened to the young her who welcomed every change with a light in her eyes? Courtney doesn’t know when her old self died only to be reborn into a shell of who she was before, but when she finally realized what happened, it was too late.

“Court, you’re home.”

She blinks once then twice wondering when she got into his car. Her scenery magically changed from a corporate office to her newly purchased home.

“Here, I’ll walk you inside. I think I forgot my guitar pick anyways.”

“The silver one?”

“Yeah, did you find it?”

“No, I’ve been busy, sorry. It should be in the studio though.”

He simply smiles as he walks around to open her door; he doesn’t call her out on her obvious lie. She wasn’t busy, he’s been there with her as her demons pull her away from the real world, she just stares into nothingness. He tries to pull her out of it when possible, usually a nudge will do it, but sometimes the demons are too powerful to keep at bay for long. Lately it’s been worse. They’ve had to reschedule the label meeting several times already. He knows she’s heading down a dark path, it’s why he’s been making excuses to stay over despite him living an hour plus away due to LA traffic.

“Found it, you were right, it was on top of the piano.”

“Oh? Glad it’s not missing anymore, thanks for bringing me back by the way.”

“‘Course, can’t leave my fav girl stranded.”

“I would’ve been fine, really. You can go home. I’ll see you tomorrow.”

“Is that a promise?”

“I never break my promises.”

He only hesitated slightly then nodded bidding her goodnight. It was already late, the moon high above the sky with stars twinkling around the crescent shaped light. He was almost out the door when he turned back to tell her to look outside.

“The moon is beautiful tonight.”

“You tell me this every night.”

“And I mean it everytime.”

“We couldn’t even see it a few nights ago.”

“Doesn’t mean it’s not still beautiful.”

“Trent, I think you’ve been awake for too long. Get some sleep tonight.”

“You too. I’ll call when I get home, so you don’t worry.”

“You can just text me, I’ll still be up.”

“It’s better to hear your voice.”

“You hear it all the time, you should be sick of it.”

“You’re kidding right? I get the honor of listening to the greatest singer of our generation, how could I ever pass that opportunity up?”

“Are you talking about yourself again?”

This gets both of them to smile, he knows he’s succeeded in pushing away her sorrow for a moment. It won’t last long though, they both knew this. She can only hope she doesn’t call him crying again tonight. He’s been losing sleep because of her, still he never complains.

After he leaves, she tries her best to get ready for bed. She gets distracted a few times, just managing to slip under her covers by the time Trent calls her letting her know he made it home safely. She keeps the conversation short telling him she’s tired, he wishes her sweet dreams as she tells him good night. She lays in bed tossing and turning until she’s on her side facing her window with the just a glow of the moonlight seeping into her dark room. She closes her eyes willing sleep to take over, but her brain runs wild bringing her further into its abyss.

You’re going to be sad and alone forever.

Trent doesn’t love you, no one does, you couldn’t even keep Duncan.

Your parents are ashamed of you, you’re the reason they divorced.

Cate’s won’t talk to you because you’re too much to handle, your own sister hates you.

You’re only famous because no one’s caught on that you’re talentless yet, the whole world will shun you soon.

The only reason you have hits is because Trent’s the one writing the songs, when he leaves you’ll be nothing.

What’s it like being a hurtful bitch getting karma like you deserve?

Honestly Courtney, you’re pathetic, why do you even try? No one likes a sad bitch.

Everyone’s tired of how whiny you are, just stop with your lame excuses, who cares if you didn’t get sleep?

The self hatred goes on and on until she’s drowning in negative energy. She’s suffocating and breathing isn’t helping, she can’t take in air fast enough, the room feels too confined. She needs to get up and get out, but she can’t, she’s trapped. Tears stream out of her eyes as her body continues to be paralyzed, her heart is erratic and she can barely breathe. It’s too much, the walls are caving in and she can’t do anything to stop it. She closes her eyes again trying to fight back with happy thoughts, but she fails again and again as her mind continues to tell her how useless she is. She’s losing the battle, she just wants it to be quiet, but her thoughts ring loud and clear with every word cutting into her soul. Pain, so much pain leaving invisible scars all over her. If she waits long enough she’ll blackout from the pressure, she just has to focus on her breathing. In then out, in then out, she can do this, she promised she could…

Her eyes snap open and she’s able to move once more. Her first thought is to call him, she should’ve just asked him to stay. She’s always felt better in his arms, his regular heartbeat bringing her back to earth. Why didn’t he fight harder to stay this time? Was he really sick of her too? He’s just like the others, he can’t handle her. The kindest person she’s ever met and even he’s exhausted being near her. The misery takes over and all she wants is to drown herself in alcohol and cigarettes. All bad habits she learned from her ex, though to be fair, she didn’t take much persuading. She’s always known she has an addicting personality, it’s why she tried to stay sober, but she needed an escape. A bottle or two of wine wouldn’t be too bad. It was with this thought in mind that she decided to go into the living room for her secret stash of sherry’s. She rounds the corner heading to her hidden cabinet when she spots it: a silver guitar pick on the coffee table. She stops dead in her tracks.

“Trent.”

She sits on the ground as she cradles the pick rubbing over the letter “T” confirming it was his. She feels restless as she continues to stare at the precious item left behind for her sake. He knew. He must have. Why else would he leave the pick again? She closes her palm and holds it close to her chest, she has an overwhelming urge to do something. She wants to go to him, so she does, she doesn’t bother with a jacket, she simply follows her heart running out in the dead of night. She’s out the door in a flash clearly not thinking as she leaves her car behind and doesn’t lock her door. All she knows to do is keep moving forward as she jogs into a sprint. The cold air hits her bare arms and legs, but she isn’t bothered.

She makes it a block before her brain catches up telling her this is a bad idea; she starts to spiral down in her thoughts again. Do you even know where you’re going Courtney? You’re such an idiot, you just moved. How do you know the way to his house already? He obviously doesn’t want you to disturb him, he’s never invited you over since you moved. Stop with your delusions, Trent doesn’t like you, he only puts up with you because you work together. What are you going to do now? You’re lost. You’re going to lose him just like how you lost everyone else in your life. Face it Courtney, you’re just a loser. All you do is waste time.

She collapses on the hard concrete scraping her knee in the process. She nearly drops the pick in her hands as she hides her face with tears streaming down her cheeks. She doesn’t know what to do and now she’s blinded by a bright light. She drops her hands, it wasn’t the moonlight nor the streetlight, so it must be a headlight. It’s the middle of the night, no one should be out driving in this neighborhood. She should get up and go back home, but she’s lost the strength. She’s not even slightly afraid as the car approaches closer. It slows to a stop right next to her as she continues to stare forward. She doesn’t hear him when he calls out to her. She’s tired and cold, all she wants to do is close her eyes. She opens her eyes when she feels a warm jacket draped over her engulfing her in a familiar scent.

“Sorry I’m late, didn’t realize you wanted to go jogging.”

“Trent?”

“Hey Court.”

He says her name with a smile, he doesn’t question her on why she was out in her pajamas at nearly three in the morning sitting on the ground. He helps her up and into the passenger seat as he drives them back to her place. He doesn’t yell at her, his voice is calm and gentle when he tells her she’s home. She removes her seatbelt and that’s when she notices the duffel bag in the back seat. He catches her gaze explaining immediately even though he would never ask her to tell him what went wrong.

“It’s just some spare clothes. I was going to leave it in the car. I figure I might be here a while since we’re going to start on the new album tomorrow… or today rather.”

“You can bring it inside. I don’t mind.”

“You sure?”

She nods. He smiles at her again as he grabs the duffle in one hand with the other holding hers as they walk back inside her place. He doesn’t scold her on leaving her door ajar and unlocked. Once inside is when he notices the scrape on her knee. He immediately heads to the bathroom to grab the medical kit to help clean her wound. When she’s all patched up, he places a kiss on her bandaid as if it was the most natural thing to do. He notices her surprise.

“Sorry, Mom always did that for me whenever I got hurt. It took the pain away.”

She doesn’t say anything, she just opens her left hand where the pick had been the entire time. He takes it from her understanding that she was okay for now. When he looks at her again she’s overcome with another intense feeling, one that she never thought she would feel again so quickly. Panic starts to rise within as her brain feeds her false information. He pulls her out of the darkness as he wraps his arms around her keeping her safe and secure. The intruding fear leaves as she calms down. She pushes him away when his embrace becomes too much, he scoots over to give her more space.

“Are you ready to go to sleep Court?”

“Almost. I know it’s late, but I want to write for a bit. You can go to sleep first.”

“Inspiration strikes at any time. I’ll stay up with you.”

She pulls out her notebook armed with purple ink as it spills out on the page. He doesn’t interrupt, as she continues to put words on paper. It’s not often that she gets to write herself. She writes down all her haunting thoughts and with each line she feels a bit more healed. It’s therapeutic in a way, she wonders why she never did this in the first place, it would’ve saved her a lot more heartache. She passes him the notebook when she’s finished, he scans through the words until he reaches the end. He looks back up at her with a smile and a promise.

We've all been hurt before

If all's fair in love and war

What are we fighting for?

Baby, had the good intentions

Couldn't face another change of direction

Tell me what's the method to your madness

I'm just a fucking sad bitch, show me you can handle it

Save me from my own reflection

I can't take this tight rope tension

Tell me what's the method to your madness

I'm just a fucking sad bitch, show me you can handle it

A/N: This is only a glimpse of how I feel, I didn’t want to make the fic more dark, but it did to write it out. If anyone else is in the same boat know you’re not alone and that you can beat this. I’m still here and you here too.

#trentney #sfs #depression tw #it’ll be ok and maybe I can find more normal inspiration #sad bitch summer let’s not make this a trend

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salmonthestoryteller · 5 years

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Deja Vu

A MHA fanfic

"English isn't for forty-five minutes." Aizawa greeted him.

"You don't have to pretend to be unhappy to see me. Your students are all on the field." Yamada told him, sitting down on the bleachers.

"Who's pretending?"

"Rude." They sat in silence as they watched Aizawa's class face off in teams of two. "They've gotten better."

"They're getting cocky."

"I wonder where they get that from…"

"Probably you or Yagi."

"Hate to break it to you, but you have us both beat in that department. You just aren't as loud mouthed."

"Well at least one of those statements is true."

Yamada snickered. "So, is this a cooperation exercise? Cuz I think Deku and Baku are going to take each other's heads off."

"We should all be so lucky."

"Chargebolt, down!" Jirou shouted.

Kaminari hit the deck, covering his ears while Jirou used her sound pulse to take down Ojiro. "Oh yah!" Kaminari cheered their victory. "Whoa! Left!"

Jirou dodged to one side as Sero's tape attempted to trap her. Kaminari threw out the discs he used to guide his electricity before throwing out a following pulse that took Sero down.

"Team Three, benched!" Aizawa snapped out. Ojiro and Sero groaned as they dragged themselves from the field.

"Yah! Onto the next round. High five!" Kaminari held out a hand to Jirou.

"No." Jirou crossed her arms.

"Aw, c'mon…" Kaminari trailed after her as they stepped to the side of the field to wait for the next round.

"No." Jiro repeated.

"Heh heh " Yamada watched their antics. "Say, that remind you of anyone?"

Aizawa frowned, glancing at the duo. "No."

"Seriously? One fun-loving loudmouth? One grumpy cat? Great on the field together?" He elbowed him in the side.

Aizawa gave him a sideways glance. "I have no idea what you're going on about now."

"Pfft. Liar."

"Yah! That's it Red Riot! Take him down!" Kaminari cheered as Kirishima smashed into Rikido on the field.

"You should probably be cheering for Sugar Rush." Jirou told him.

"What do mean? That's our best buds out there!"

"You do realize that we might have to face Kirishima and Yaomomo in the next round if they win?"

Kaminari froze. "Oh, yah…"

Jirou sighed. "You are such an idiot."

"Only part of the time!" Kaminari protested.

"I don't know, they remind me of a couple students from a few years back. Y'know, one whose powers made them the perfect underground hero. And one flashy partner. They did pretty good on these fields." Yamada hedged.

"Flashy? Is that what you'd call it? I just remember one being loud." Aizawa huffed.

Yamada grinned. "Knew you'd see it!"

"I don't see it."

"You totally do."

"Aw, y'know you love me!" Kaminari swung an arm over Jirou's shoulders.

Jirou blushed. "When did-- I never-- you idiot!" She began to poke him with her earjacks.

Kaminari withdrew his arm, trying to shield himself from the attack. "Ouch! Ouch! What did I say?"

Aizawa turned his attention back to the field. "Teams Four and Nine benched!" He shouted out. As he waited for the last two fights, he glanced over at Yamada. "I will say the loudmouth being clueless about the quiet student's feelings looks familiar."

"Oh, hey, now." Yamada pouted. "The loud mouth figured it out."

"Hm…" Aizawa said, unconvinced.

"But I'm right, right?" Yamada elbowed him again. "They remind you of us?"

Aizawa glanced at where Jirou had stopped poking at Kaminari, and the blonde was grinning widely at her. He set his hand on the bench, his fingers brushing against Yamada's, who had his hand on the bench beside him as well. "I don't see it."

Yamada shot him a grin, his fingers brushing over his before withdrawing to sit side by side again. "You so do."

Fini

Wrote this super fast for my sister's bday. 2 of her fav ships are KamiJirou and EraserMic. She says I write Mic very well. Not sure if that's a compliment or not. Lol

#mha fanfic #mha #kamijirou #erasermic #bnha

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zeitgeistghoul · 6 years

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“First Day”

Axel Cluney x Reader

Warnings: Mentions of gore and violence

(hello!! sry if this fic is total garbage and if Axel is OOC, i haven’t tried writing fics like this for a long time. just wanted to show my fav barf boy some love hehe)

Your first day as an honorary X-Force member was far from normal. Wade was beyond thrilled to have a new face on the team, even going as far to ensure you received the best training you could ask for. Your mutant ability made an interesting addition to the team. You had been born with abnormally sharp and long canine teeth, making dentist visits as a kid beyond horrifying Your dentist had put an unsuspecting finger in your mouth and you had nearly bit it clean off. He was fine after a multitude of stitches, but your mother was sure he stopped being a dentist after that. Wade had referred to you as “Toothy” and “Dracula” more times than you could count, Domino finally suggesting “Saber” as your superhero name. It had stuck, finally making you feel apart of the team.

Everyone was extremely kind and helpful, the other members frequently offering to train with you and assist you on missions. The only member you hadn’t worked with yet was “Zeitgeist” or Axel Cluney as you had come to know. He was definitely an intriguing individual, not to mention extremely intimidating. He was tall; his arms and shoulders decorated with...odd tattoos. The first day you met him was when Wade had first recruited you and brought you back to the X-Mansion and introduced you to the rest of the team. All the other X-Force members were making a fuss over you, excited to have a new face around and to act as your mentors. However, Axel was the only one who stood to the side and leaned against the door frame, observing you with a odd look on his face. You wanted to introduce yourself then, but the ‘eat shit and die’ tattoo peeking out from the front of his mesh tank top told you otherwise.

That had been a few months ago and you were officially done with your training today. You and him were acquainted, but never been on a mission together. Wade quickly noticed this and worked to immediately change that.

“(Your name), as an official member of the X-Force, today will be your first official mission.” he said, excitedly tugging your arm to get you to follow him into one of the many rooms in the house. An assortment of papers and folders were strewn across the table. Wade motioned for you to sit down with him as he began to explain your first mission.

“Nothing too crazy, just some asshole who’s disguising his corporate business as an underground human trafficking ring.” Wade said, sliding you a manilla folder. Upon opening the cover, you were met with a photo of the supposed man you were being sent after.

“He looks like he was born to do this.” you commented, noticing just how abnormally creepy this man was. Wade laughed at this and pointed to the address scrawled onto a post-it note on top of the picture.

“That’s your place.” he said. “It’s his warehouse about an two hours outside of the city. He should be there all day.” You nodded in understanding and stood up to go gather what you would need for the mission. Your weapons were kept mostly in the room they had assigned you, so you grabbed the dagger you kept under your bed. It probably wouldn’t be needed with your ability and all, but always a nice plan B. You went back downstairs and stopped halfway down when you saw who was standing with Wade. Axel was suited up for a mission, his bright green vomit-guard mask held in one hand. You hesitantly climbed down the rest of the stairs, already feeling apprehensive.

“As fuckin’ dandy as it would be to send you on this mission by yourself, I thought otherwise.” Wade said. “Barf boy here will be your babysitter-I mean partner.” Wade pushed the both of you towards the door to where your jet would be waiting. “Have fun, you crazy kids!” he called after the two of you. “And don’t even think about getting fresh with my student, ya fuckin’ clown!” The door slammed behind you guys. You awkwardly glanced at Axel, feeling embarrassment already beginning to bubble to the surface. He practically towered over you, his green eyes piercing into your own.

“Let’s go, then.” he said, making his way towards the jet. You stammered out in agreement, quickly following behind. You took a seat across from him and the jet’s door closed automatically as you sat down. It rumbled and shook as it shot into take-off, causing you to jerk backward as it did. Axel began to adjust his suit and pulled his mask over his mouth and eyes. You occasionally stole glances at him and watched his movements curiously. You felt awkward and wanted to discuss the mission, but you were afraid of being an annoying rookie who asked too many questions. He peered at you over his mask.

“Excited?” he called to you over the whir of the jet engine. You flashed him a small smile, your pointy teeth poking out as you did. He jokingly grinned back, his mask lifting with the movement of his smile. The two of you sat in silence until Axel stood up, the ramp of the jet lowering again, signalling it was time to go. Axel tossed you a parachute backpack and you attached it to yourself, adrenaline beginning to course through your veins as you approached the ramp.

“See you at the bottom!” Axel shouted, adjusting his parachute one last time and jumping off the ramp. You had made this jump numerous times on other missions, but you had never quite gotten used to it. You pulled goggles over your eyes and blinked furiously as if to snap yourself out of your fear. Your heart was practically forcing itself out of your chest as you took a deep breath and dove off the ramp. Wind whipped through your hair as you hurtled towards the open field coming into view below you. Axel was further down from you, simply a green spec from where you were in comparison. You saw his parachute burst from the pack attached to him and he began to float towards the field. You soon did the same thing, however not having much luck. The force of deploying your parachute jerked you to the right, sending you floating straight towards the woods near the field. You braced yourself for what was to come, half expecting you collide head first with it. To your dismay and embarrassment, your parachute became entangled with tree branches, leaving you dangling there like an idiot. Bright green leaves floated down from the impact you made, one sticking to your hair. You wracked your brain from how to get yourself out of this situation. Your mind instantly went to the dagger you brought, but it was in your belt, which was unreachable to how you were positioned. You also tried to unclip the pack from your chest, but it was ironically jammed.

“Axel..?” you pathetically called out, turning your head to see him walking towards you with his parachute trailing behind him. He unclipped it from himself, the parachute crumpling to the ground.

“How’s the weather up there?” he mocked, putting a hand to his brow to shield his eyes from the sun as he looked up at you. You scowled at his comment, desperately trying to reach for your dagger again.

“Don’t just stand there!” you yelled, squirming around. “My dagger is in my belt pocket.” Axel chuckled. You were beyond embarrassed. This was your first mission with Axel and you had already made a huge scene. The tree wasn’t tall enough for him to have to climb up that far up and cut you down, so he was able to reach inside your belt pocket and grab your dagger. Luckily, he was tall enough to do so. He struggled to cut the rope that held you captive, the dagger barely making a dent. What kind of parachute was this damn durable? It seemed unrealistic. It also didn’t help that you didn’t sharpen your dagger enough this morning.

“Hold on,” Axel said, slipping the dagger back into your belt and stepping back. “Don’t move.” He moved behind you and the tree shake, then you heard him cough. You immediately realized what he was about to do.

“Wait, what the fu-”, You barely got out the rest of your sentence before you crashed to the ground. You turned around to see the ropes and part of the tree’s branches were eroded away. Axel approached you, turning on his head to spit on the ground.

“You absolute, fucking asshole!” you shouted, checking your body for burns. “You could have killed me!” Axel grinned and held out a hand to help you up.

“I know what I’m doing,” he responded. “I just spit on it a little.” You begrudgingly took his hand and dusted yourself off. The noise the two of you had made had caught some attention, four men were sprinting towards you, most likely henchmen. The warehouse was at least a mile away from where you guys had landed, meaning they had seen you come in. This mission was already a disaster.

“We got company.” Axel yelled, immediately running towards the group of men approaching the two of you. He projectile vomited on the first guy that got too close and the man screeched in agony, stumbling backwards and colliding with the others. You kicked into fighting mode and launched yourself at a guy who now had Axel in a headlock. You sunk your fangs into his neck, ripping out his jugular and sending a geyser of blood shooting into the air. You and Axel picked off the men fairly quickly, your fighting styles syncing up faster than you anticipated. It wasn’t long before you were surrounding by the corpses of the henchmen, the two of you spattered with blood. Your mouth had a dribble of blood dripping from it, which you promptly wiped away. The two of you began making your way towards the warehouse, keeping your eyes peeled for any more surprise visitors. The warehouse was huge, guards placed at every entrance. You and Axel crept along the border, keeping low and close to the woods. You spotted an entrance towards the back that could be a way in and nudged Axel to show him.

“That’ll draw too much attention,” he said. “We should try to get to the roof.” He pointed to a ladder that was close to the entrance your pointed out earlier. “There.” he whispered. He sprinted towards the ladder, climbing up it quickly and throwing himself onto the roof as quietly as he could. He laid low and waved frantically for you to follow. You made a mad dash for the ladder but a guard spotted you and tried to cut you off. You bowled him over, not wasting any time to bite down on his cheek. You forced yourself to get up and scrambled up the ladder. Breathing heavily, you watched Axel pull open a hatch door towards the center of the roof. You crawled over to him and peered down the hatch. It led straight into the warehouse and gave you a clear shot into saving the women most likely being held captive there. You watched a man in a suit inspect a frail, underfed woman. She was being forced to stand up by a guard pointing a gun to her back. Other women cowered in fear as they watched the man inspect all of them. You assumed the man in the suit was your guy. You needed to take him and the rest of his men out, then get the women to safety. You couldn’t help but notice just how many henchmen this guy had, they were literally everywhere. It was going to be tough, especially it just being the two of you. You needed to be strategic. Axel must have seen the worried look on your face because surprisingly, he placed his hand over yours.

“Everything ok?” he questioned, looking concerned. He quickly retracted his hand looking sheepish, as if he had done that without meaning to. You nodded.

“There’s a lot of enemies.” you observed. “I’m just anxious that’s all.” Axel cracked his knuckles.

“We’ll be just fine.” he responded. “Just follow my lead and try to think of it as another training session.” You couldn’t help but smile. Your anxiety began to loosen its grip on you, giving you the confidence you needed to focus.

“Let’s fucking go.” you said. You jumped down into the warehouse, the man in the suit yelling out in surprise and the captured women screamed. You tackled him to the ground, your jaw snapping towards his face as he tried to push your face away. Bullets began to rain down as the henchmen tried to take you out, forcing you to duck for safety. Axel followed just after you did, spilling vomit from his mouth as he landed directly onto a guard running below him. He dove for safety as well, the crates placed sporadically around the warehouse providing minimal cover. The women were being forced outside by the man in the suit as he frantically looked over his shoulder. Axel began throwing punches and unleashing streams of vomit onto enemy after enemy. You quickly joined his side and you two began taking out enemies twice as fast. He would spew acid onto the floor, forcing henchmen to slip and fall. They would either get horribly burned from the vomit or stunned enough to give you time to land a swift bite to the neck. The two of you moved unpredictably fast, the bullets being shot at you almost unnoticeable. The henchmen were taken out in minutes, leaving only the man in the suit trying to force the women he had been keeping hostage into a large truck outside. Axel dashed ahead of you, grabbing the man from the front seat and throwing him to the ground. He cowered in fear, holding his shaking hands over his face. Axel stepped back to let you do the honors.

“Please,” he begged. “I have a family.” You approached him slowly, rage building up inside of you. “Plea-,” the man wasn’t able to get another word out because you had already wrapped your jaw around his neck.

“Rot in hell.” you said, spitting his own blood back at him as he sputtered and clasped his hands over the open wound on his neck.

The ride home had a different feel to it than when the mission had first started, for obvious reasons of course. You were mentally and physically exhausted. You and Axel sat next to each other this time, you being so tired, you hardly noticed that your knee was touching his. He became tense when you rested your head against his, but eventually relaxed. The two of you sat like that until you arrived back at the mansion. The women rescued from the warehouse were brought to the local police station, successfully marking the end of the mission. Wade threw open the door and pulled you and Axel into a group hug, chattering excitedly about how proud of you he was. The rest of X-Force congratulated you and asked you two questions about the mission. You later excused yourself to the bathroom to clean up. You stared at your reflection in the mirror. The person staring back at you was someone you didn’t recognize.You were an X-Force member now. You were supposed to kill, but it never got any easier. You turned on the sink faucet and splashed water onto your face, the water tinged pink as the blood swirled down the drain. You dried off and opened the door to rejoin the rest of the team. You nearly jumped when you saw Axel waiting for you outside the door.

“Hey.” he said, giving you a small smile. “How are you?” You ran your hand through your hair, feeling some dried blood near the ends. You needed a shower. You suddenly were very aware of your physical appearance.

“I’m alright,” you said, giving him a shrug. “Just not entirely used to the gore..and the vomit.” You instantly regretted that last part. Axel chuckled.

“Trust me, it takes some getting used to.” he said. “But you’re tough.” You smiled, suddenly a swelling feeling rising from your chest. Axel was standing closer than usual to you. You both stood in silence for a moment before you broke it.

“Thanks for being my babysitter today,” you said. “You’re quite the partner.” Axel laughed.

“Any time, I’m open to doing it again.” he said. You walked past him before he called after you. “(Your name),” You turned to look back at him. “We should grab a drink sometime.”

“This weekend,” you said. “You can pick me up.” Axel did his best to hide his smile as he watched you go join the others.

“You got it.”

#axel cluney #zeitgeist #deadpool #deadpool 2 #axel cluney x reader #zeitgeist x reader #bill skasgård #bill skarsgard

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studiobeebo · 6 years

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Slowly/Surely

I FINALLY FUCKING WROTE SOMETHING FOR TETSUTETSU AND TSUKIKO!! theyre lowkey my favs so idk why this took so long jgjhg. it might get a second part but i havent decided yet oh well. but ye its super cliche and self indulgent of my love for them but hope someone enjoys anyways jgjhg

This was something Monoma would surely be ashamed of and honestly, Tetsutetsu wasn’t feeling too hot about this either.

It seemed he was on a roll of being pathetic, starting with being too much of a wuss to even introduce himself to the cute girl he’d practically been dreaming about ever since he noticed her cheering him on during the sports festival despite not even knowing him. It took Kirishima noticing how his words would trail off and his eyes would latch onto Tsukiko whenever she walked by to figure out that he had a thing for her, but Tetsu couldn’t tell if Kirishima just happening to be best friends with her was a good thing or a bad thing. Even after Kirishima had practically forced him to eat lunch with him and his friends ‘just this once so he could meet Kiko’, he still wasn’t all that sure about how forward Kirishima was about it. Hell, he practically had to punch him in the face while he sat with them to keep him from blurting out that Tetsu had been silently pining over his horned friend for weeks.

Despite the struggles of Kirishima having a big mouth, it was actually nice to finally meet the girl he’d been thinking about and god was she just as awesome as he imagined she would be. She was bright as the sun and sweet as honey, plus she had to be one of the cutest girls he had ever seen and her small stature just made him want to pick her up and hug her. Yeah, he was a tad bit lovestruck, and no matter how loud the side of his brain that was saying ‘Gross! Man up and get rid of all these mushy thoughts!’ got, the side that was absolutely smitten with this girl he hardly knew was so much louder.

Still, he bided his time, telling himself he was just waiting for the right time and place to start talking to her, but that never happened. Perfect opportunity after perfect opportunity to speak with her was placed out before him, yet he could never bring himself to take those first steps. All it took was the sound of her cheerful voice yelling a happy ‘Morning Tetsutetsu!’ from across the hall when he’d see her and his heart was already a wreck, seeming to have sealed his lips, maybe to keep him from saying something stupid, and instead send an awkward and pretty lame wave her way before she was off. He was starting to get sick of himself, to be completely honest, and that was the reason he found himself awkwardly lingering around the classroom entrance to class 1-C.

While his focus may or may not have been on Tsukiko the day he had eaten lunch with Kirishima and all his friends, he did talk to everyone else and take note of a few things, one of those things being that Tsukiko and the American girl ‘Maile’ seemed to be pretty close. They weren’t nearly as close as the other, more aggressive and slightly threatening American seemed to be with Maile, but he could tell by their vibrant chatter that they got along pretty well. Even outside of class when he would see some other 1-C or 1-A students, he noticed that if Tsukiko wasn’t with Kirishima, she was usually with Maile. So naturally instead of, you know, just starting a conversation with the lighthearted girl herself, he decided his best course of action was to ask Maile about her instead. As a few students began to trickle into the classroom that morning, he was starting to realize how weird this was because of the odd looks he was given for just waiting outside a classroom that wasn’t his own, but he was happy to finally catch sight of that blonde hair that stood out pretty well. Unfortunately, however, he barely had a chance to open his mouth before he was shoved to the side by someone he hadn’t even seen beforehand.

“Get lost b-list loser.” An annoyed voice rang out only for him to look down and realize it was the less pleasant ‘other American’, who’s name he had forgotten, as she moved past him into the classroom.

“Sorry, her alarm went off early and she couldn't sleep so now she’s extra grumpy..” A kinder, more familiar voice reached him and he was happy to look up to see an apologetic face.

“That’s okay, she’s kinda...always like that, right?” He questioned, honestly not knowing much about the girl other than what Kirishima had told him.

“Yuup, give or take. It just depends. Were you looking for Mr. Yamada?” She asked, moving off to the side so she wasn’t in the way of the other people trying to get into the classroom and watching as he followed suit, noting the odd blush that bloomed on his cheeks that definitely didn’t match the weirdly determined and serious look on his face.

“I was actually looking for you!” He somewhat yelled, as if he were currently physically forcing the words to leave his lips as he continued. “Er, I guess I was going to ask you about something.”

“Something?” She questioned, finding this encounter to be becoming weird and weirder since she’d only ever really talked to him once or twice, so she couldn’t think of anything he would have to ask. “Go ahead I guess.”

For a moment he seemed to hesitate as she sat patiently waiting for his response only for him to lean down a bit and speak in a tone that she was guessing was meant to be a whisper, but it really wasn’t. “I was going to ask you about, uh, Tsukiko. About the kinds of things she likes and...stuff..” He faltered, trailing off as he realized he didn’t really know exactly what he was asking for. Maybe it was dumb to ask, but he just felt like if he knew what to say or what to talk about when speaking to Tsukiko, then maybe he could actually work up a conversation with her without getting too nervous.

Maile hummed, not even thinking about the implications of his question at first, but as she went to ask why he didn’t just ask her himself, the puzzle of a blushing face, hushed voice, and heartfelt determination that stood before her suddenly made sense. It was ironic considering how Kiko could have easily been his biggest fangirl in the school without even knowing him and here he was not even knowing just how often she would gush about a boy she had only met once, so it was hard for her not to laugh. Still, seeing the look of embarrassment grow on his face made her realize he was probably already nervous enough and laughing at him definitely wouldn’t help as she simply shook her head and smiled.

“I guess I could help you out a bit. Though it’s probably gonna take longer than the amount of time you have to stand in front of our classroom before she gets here.”

As if on cue, the sound of the rather loud conversation shared between Kirishima and Tsukiko could be heard from the other end of the hallway. The first thing Tetsu thought was that he would have killed to have a connection with Tsukiko like Kirishima had, he made it seem so easy after all, but Maile was right about his bad timing. e got the first step of his ‘plan’ out of the way though, now all that was left was the hard, or harder, part.

“Right! I guess we could talk at lunch!” He said, a more genuine smile that wasn’t as nervous lighting up his face as he gave her a thumbs up.

“Sure, sounds good to me. Talk to you later then!” She responded, returning the thumbs up before making her way into the classroom and to her seat, somewhat ignoring the rude questioning of Mira asking what ‘the lame version of Kirishima’ wanted.

While it wasn’t much of a conversation, he had to admit he did feel a bit better about the whole situation and had hopes that maybe this would help settle his thoughts and emotions. That was, until he turned around to head to his own class only to run right into the girl in question.

“Oh hey Tetsutetsu! Sorry ‘bout that, what’s up?” She asked, that same sweet smile gracing her lips as she took a step back to make some space between the two before her face got too hot.

“I was..I had to talk to Kirishima about something!” He blurted out, stating the first name that stupidly popped into his head and regretting it only seconds later.

“Oh! Well he’s..in Class 1-A, this is 1-C.” She spoke politely, trying not to make him think she was treating him like an idiot, she had just assumed he knew what class Kirishima was in by now.

“Right, I..forgot. About the classes I mean. Like where they are. Er, I mean where- where Kirishima’s classroom is...but I remember now, so..” He sputtered out, doing a perfectly horrible job of covering for himself, but the small laugh his words earned from Tsukiko made it somewhat worth it.

“Ohh, okay! I guess I’ll see you later then, have a good rest of your day though!” She said, giving him one last smile before finally moving past him and letting the giddy smile on her face grow to its full potential once she was out of his view.

Okay, so his meeting with Maile really hadn’t helped much with settling his emotions, judging by how hot his face now felt. Still, he was now on square one, which was one square ahead of where he was before, so all that was left was to keep moving, maybe slowly, but surely forward until there were no squares left to step on.

#mha #mha oc #my oc #tsukiko kojima #tetsutetsu tetsutetsu #tetsukiko

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The Fate of the Furious: Dom and Letty

This will be full of spoilers, so I’m gonna cut it, but I’ve been bombarded on Instagram with questions that I hope this post will answer… Feel free to ask anything it doesn’t. My inbox’s always open. It’s a very fangirl-ish post.

So, someone asked me how the movie can still be worth seeing, if Dom’s the father of Elena’s baby - which he is - and here’s why:

You have to keep in mind that I met Vin like 15 minutes before the screening started, so it was very hard for me to focus during the first 20 minutes or so, and basically the duration of the film. This might not be a 100% accurate cuz I’m sure I missed some of the details, but it’s still what happens in the movie... One way or the other.

First of all, the scene we’ve been waiting for - the bed scene. They were SO IN LOVE in that moment, like two teenagers, that I can accept the fact it was way too short. Letty mentions them seeing a dad and his son and that she thinks he’ll be a great father, and then, if I remember correctly, he lifts the blanket a little and touches her belly and she laughs and says she’s not pregnant and that cute little laugh of her KILLED ME! So sweet omg! She also kisses his chest and touches his chin which I thought was just super adorable. She says “Look at that smile” when she sees that lovey dovey look on his face and that she loves seeing him happy or he says he’s happy. Can’t remember the exact words but one of them definitely mentions happiness and it was so fucking cute, y’all gonna squeal, trust me! Also, when Letty tells him she’s not pregnant (THAT CHUCKLE THO 😍) and says “We need to think about why we never asked the question” or somethin, his smirk was so fucking cute! I DIED! The happiness that radiates from the both of them is the cutest thing I have ever seen in my life I really can’t! And when she mentions his smile I was beyond done!!! FUCKING OMG!

My second favorite scene is when they reunited… or the alley scene… I’m not sure yet… THEIR REUNION CUZ OF THE SMOOCHES AND THE HUGGING! I CANNOT DEAL! So, as we’ve seen in one trailer, Dom jumps his car over the sub and it crashes, but he manages to get out before that happens. Then the sub blows up and since he has no cover, the team shields him from the heat with their cars. I really liked that scene, ‘cause it shows how much of a damn family they are even after all this shit Dom pulled! Then Letty gets out of her car and walks towards him while he’s getting up from the ground and he’s like “I have a lot to explain” and she goes “Starting with that bitch” 😂 They kiss and it’s so cute! Camera focuses on Rome (their faces are blurry but you can still see them smooching) and he says something like “Now THAT’S the Dom I know” That was so sweet and funny! And then the focus goes back on Dom and Letty and they hug and it’s not just any kind of hug but one of those I’m holding the most precious human being in the entire universe in my arms kinda hug and he tells her “You know I never left you… I never will.” and they kiss again…… The way she chuckles mentioning that bitch! She just seems so happy, so relieved! They both do! I think they give each other like 3 little kisses or so and the hugs are emotional af! I think they even let go for a quick second and then hug again, because it feels so damn right. And I was sitting there like CAUSE OF DEATH: CUTENESS! And when he’s already back with the fam and Letty’s in danger but then saves herself by pulling a stunt with her car he’s like “That’s my girl” and I literally squealed so hard cuz HE WAS SO GODDAMN PROUD OF HIS GIRL! I NEEDED JESUS!

Also there’s one point where he’s still bad and they drive next to each other and the looks were killing me! Them too, I think! But then later you have like almost the exact moment where he’s back with the team and I just fucking LOVE how different it is. Letty’s smile!!!!

The scene in the alley where he’s chasing after her cuz she got the case was so intense! I imagined it to be, but it was NOTHING like I imagined it to be. It was WORSE! Even more intense than I ever could’ve imagined! I had TEARS in my eyes during that scene! He sees her getting away and you can tell he’s torn, like he doesn’t wanna stop her but he knows he has to, and so he fires his gun in the air and then happens what we see happening in the trailer. They talk and she tells him “I don’t know why you’re doing this, but I know one thing… You love me and you are not gonna shoot me.” And when she walks away and turns the corner, Rhodes is there putting a gun to Letty’s head. And then Dom puts a gun to Rhodes head (I SCREAMED BECAUSE YAY DOM!) and he’s ready to pull the trigger. You gotta love that no matter how much he wants to protect that baby, his and Elena’s baby, he’s willing to risk that baby getting killed to save his wife. Y’all go watch that scene and tell me it doesn’t mean that his wife is more important to him than that son he’s got and I call you a fucking liar because DAMN! LETTY IS HIS HEART! Anyway, Letty lets go of the case and Dom and Rhodes leave, and the moment Dom’s out of sight, I WAS CRUSHED cuz she breaks down crying I mean she tries not to cry but that doesn’t work very well. She literally tries to steady herself grabbing the wall cuz she knows if she doesn’t do that, she’s gonna fall to the floor and drown in her puddle of tears. It broke my fucking heart! SERIOUSLY I ALMOST CRIED WTF IS MITCHY DOING KILLING ME WITH DA ACTING! 😭 Her emotion in that scene! Dammit! I was a 1000% done!

When Ramsay says they might have to accept the fact that Dom really has gone rogue and insinuated that they should give up on him you hear a loud bang which is Letty slamming the car door shut and then she says like “You wouldn’t even be breathing right now if it weren’t for Dom. He saved you!” and walks past her bumping her shoulder! QUEEN! And Roman goes “You’re just gonna let her do that? Bump your shoulder like that? I mean it was pretty aggressive” Ramsey sits down in front of her laptop and Rome says “What? You’re gonna write her an email?” 😂😂😂 Honestly, even though I kinda knew what to expect, that movie made me feel uneasy af, so every lil’ laugh I could get out of it was a true blessing! So, thank you Roman.

One thing that absolutely disgusted me was the emotion between Dom and Elena. You gotta prepare for that. That was honestly the ONLY thing I didn’t like. And well, the fact that he calls the kid Brian, which is stupid af, but I just pretend his name is Marcus, and Marcus only, so it’s cool. Smh. But about that emotion… When Dom is on the plane and Cipher’s like “I think I have to remind you why you choose to do this” he gets to see Elena. And his face when he sees that baby was a bit odd to me cuz I thought he saw that kid already when Cipher handed him that phone in Cuba… Maybe it was seeing him face to face for the first time, Idk… Anyway, Elena puts her hand up to the glass that separates them, he puts his hand up too. So they touch but not really, you know? And I was screaming internally like WHY THE FUCK ARE YOU DOING THAT YOU IDIOT!!! There was just too much emotion… It kinda grossed me out. It felt pretty intimate to me and I don’t like to think of those two that way. There wasn’t a longing look on his face or love in his eyes or anything, but there definitely was SOMETHING in his eyes and I didn’t like it. I didn’t want him to be looking at Elena that way. Whatever way! I hated it! And I also kinda hated seeing him cry when he sees his kid and him telling Cipher that the most painful moment for him was his son reaching out for him and Dom not being able to touch him… I wish his painful moment had been about Letty… Oh, and Dom looks up to the sky during the BBQ scene (to dead!Elena) and says “I’ll take good care of OUR son” Ugh like why the fuck did he say that? But well, I realized fairly quickly that there’s a solution to this problem and it’s to focus on what’s happening between Dom and Letty cuz if you’re able to ignore that Dom and Elena shit by focusing on the emotion between Dom and Letty, you’re gonna experience one hell of a ride going through all kinds of emotion and it’s fucking epic!

Anonymous said: Were dom and letty together at the end of the movie?

The end scene needs to go up on that list of scenes that are my fav, because it was really beautiful! I always said to people who asked me that I might be able to accept this baby, if I truly believe Letty’s happy and if I don’t have the feeling like this was something that was forced on her, y’know? And tbh, she is so very happy in that last bit! It IS a matter of opinion after all, I guess, but to me, she only seemed a little bummed out that the baby isn’t hers. Just a wee bit. She did seem more like she was just happy to have him back and see him happy and I also think it helped her that the baby was so cute and there was no drama with the baby mama to expect because Elena’s dead. The ending wasn’t even that out of character for me. For Letty, I mean. Just something about it made me feel like I understood why she doesn’t freak out or get mad at him and leaves his sorry ass… Like I said, whatever talk they had about the baby, she didn’t seem like she was pushed to be there. She seemed like she totally wanted to be there. By Dom’s side. With this baby.

When Dom waits for Deckard to arrive with his kid, she stands next to him, and she gets close to him and smiles, saying “Dont worry, he’ll be here soon” and then she pecks him on the arm and that was such a sweet little thing she did there, such a sweet little kiss… I STILL CANNOT! And the moment when Dom introduces his son to her and says she’s the most important person in his universe she got so shy and her smile was so sweet! It was so fucking adorbs HELP ME 😍😍😍 There’s another scene where Dom holds the baby and she says he (the baby) looks cute and then Dom tightens his grip around her and it is such a beautiful moment tbh… They looked so happy omg 😭❤ Maybe she says he’s adorable but she definitely says something about the baby that just makes him so fucking smile and happy and God it is so sweet you don’t wanna miss it for the world! That’s why I’m saying you gotta see it! It’s so easy to ignore the whole Elena thing cuz our babies are so so fucking cute in that movie and precious and THE FOCUS OF ATTENTION! So many times where the camera’s on Letty and we see how she feels even if she’s not saying anything and with Dom too and the vibe they were giving me in that last scene was like they went right back into honeymoon mode after that BBQ like they probably gave the baby to the guys and got right on to that 😂 They really seemed like they couldn’t wait to get back to that thing they were doing in Cuba 😏👉👌😇

Anonymous said: doesn’t a part of you still just want to scream at vin and the writers about the faults in the timeline that they had to make in order for this storyline to be true?! or for writing something like this at all?!

Only like a very tiny part of me. I didn’t know I’d be feeling like this after watching it tbh. I expected to be disappointed. I’m so glad I saw it because I’m really not that pissed anymore. A little maybe. I’m still pissed they did this baby thing, they should’ve casted an older baby not to mess up the timeline (Elena says she found out before he went to get Letty back so at least he’s not a cheater!), but I do love the movie. A LOT. Simply because it’s all about them. About their love and how strong it is. Can’t hate that can ya? Those scenes between Dom and Letty are full of love, hurt, desperation, longing, … so many things, and F. Gary did an awesome job capturing that. And I swear, Vinchelle brought their A-fucking-game! Their acting is off the charts! Insane! Especially in those moments they have together. So yeah… Letty not being the mother of his first child sucks an awful lot, but that movie screams! It screams, Letty is his true love, his one and only, and they literally can get through anything. Any. Fucking. Little. Thing. They love each other so much and they’re my babies and like I said I cried at some points 😭❤ Seeing the movie was really good for me. It helped me cope with this huge mess we were thrown into. I seriously can’t wait to see it again! I wouldn’t be surprised if you feel the same but OMG the scene where they reunite is absolutely beautiful! All the smooching and hugging and the way they both chuckle! God that was the fanficiest moment of them all I think 😂

Anonymous said: What happens in the after credit scene in F8?

There wasn’t a tag ending, but I felt like there was still more story to tell, so I really hope they’ll do at least ONE movie after this… I mean to hell with it, gimme both! And I hope she’ll get pregnant. I’ll be sad if she won’t.

Anonymous said: Is Luke Evans in Fast 8?

He has a small cameo, yes. It was awesome!

Anonymous said: do you think ramsey is gonna be anyones love interest in fast 8?

Ramsey is not anyone’s love interest, but there’s a funny scene between her and Tej and Rome at the end. I won’t spoil that 😋

#fast 8 #the fate of the furious #dom and letty #fast and furious 8

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0n-y0ur-left · 7 years

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@machine-dove sent me a message yelling about my tags on this post and said I had to write the ficlet.

I’m always a slut for prompts, so...

The thing was, Steve would swear in the years that followed, he really felt like him and Bucky had been dancing around this for months. They’d been best friends for years, for as far back as either of them could remember, but after the weirdness that had been middle school there’d been a charge there, a spark of something humming beneath the surface of their interactions that both excited and scared the hell out of them.

Or out of Steve, anyway. He’d finally gotten the nerve to admit - to himself and his friends and loved ones - that he had a thing for both girls and guys at the start of eleventh grade, and while he didn’t have dates of either sex lining up to ask him out, it had at least cleared the air between him and Bucky. And when Buck had broken up with his last girl of the month, four months ago (not that Steve was keeping track), and they’d started constantly hanging out together again, like old times… well, there was a nasty little voice in Steve’s head that couldn’t help reading more into it.

Especially when Bucky insisted sharing milk shakes when they went out after school, or popcorn when they went to the movies, or letting Steve borrow his Varsity jacket when he accidentally/on purpose forgot to bring his own coat to the Homecoming game they’d gone stag to. There was definitely something there, something more than Steve had ever dreamed of hoping for - but while one mean side of him liked to point out the possibility of his best friend becoming something even more, the other, meaner side always shut him down: making sure to remind Steve as harshly as possible just how delusional he was being.

Because Bucky, even if he was single, had never once expressed an interest in being with other guys. And even if he had, Buck was so far out of Steve’s league that it wasn’t funny. He was smart - honor council this year, top of their class since he’d first transferred to Brooklyn in elementary school - he was on student council, starting pitcher for the varsity baseball team as a sophomore, a key player in every drama production Washington High had put on since he’d started there. People were tripping over the opportunity to hang out with Bucky Barnes, never mind the chance to date him. And Steve… Steve was just Steve. Scrawny asthmatic with a chip on his shoulder, painfully average student and GSA representative. He was a decent artist when people took the time to actually look at his work, and Bucky swore up and down that he was funny as hell, but for the most part Steve knew that the only reason he wasn’t regularly getting shoved in lockers anymore was because he was most famous for being Bucky Barnes’ best friend.

Steve was an idiot for even imagining that he had a chance with someone as perfect as Bucky, but he wasn’t so stupid that he’d go and risk something as important as their friendship by asking him out.

Besides, they hung out so often that Steve felt he could pretty safely pretend they were dating. In the deepest, darkest corners of his mind. And if ninety-nine percent of his schmoopy fan art of late was based on an AU of Clark Kent and Bruce Wayne as dorky high school boyfriends that maybe bore a little bit of a resemblance to the dumb shit that the two of them did together? Well… no one needed to know.

It got more hits to his blog, at least.

That said, there were still nights when Steve’s stupid brain couldn’t help but wish. So when Bucky had sent his text on the Sunday before the MLK Holiday, when Steve was already pouting about the fact that he couldn’t join him in their volunteer plans because his stupid head had decided to come down with a stupid cold, well… Steve couldn’t help feeling a little reckless.

Text from Bucky Received 09:32 PM

What do you wear to bed?

Steve had been staring at it for a solid thirty seconds, blinking and trying to convince himself that it really wasn’t the Nyquil that he’d taken earlier - that Bucky really was asking him that question.

He had to know how suggestive it was. Steve had watched Bucky charm girls since they were in elementary school… he knew how to flirt, he knew how people took his words. Which meant - he had to be flirting with Steve. It wasn’t completely out of the blue, not really, but it still left Steve such a squirmy mess that he actually had to abandon his tablet on his desk and fall back onto his mattress to read it again.

Bucky had stayed over enough times over the years to know damned well that Steve usually just slept in whatever outsized summer camp t-shirt was cleanest in his drawer and either a pair of old boxers or ratty pajama pants; but he couldn’t very well say that. Not in response to his first sext.

He bit the hell out of his lip, dismissing the thought as fast as he could, before finally forcing his fingers to type out an answer.

Text to Bucky Sent 9:34 PM

depends on the weather

if its summer just a black jock or smth ;)

He held his breath as the ellipses bubble appeared on Bucky’s side of the screen, rereading his response obsessively. Best case scenario: Bucky really was flirting with him, and they could get it out of their systems the easy way… break the ice on a text screen, then make out like fiends in person the next time they hung out together. Worst case scenario: Bucky would ask him what the fuck he was talking about and Steve would laugh it off as a joke.

He was golden.

He was really, really fucking hoping for the former - although as Bucky continued typing he couldn’t help but start panicking.

Text from Bucky Received 9:35 PM

k but what about like in the winter

do u wear warm pajamas?

What the fuck?

Steve actually started to type as much, but the rest of Bucky’s responses came in a flurry of messages.

Text from Bucky Received 9:35 PM

my mom is making me throw out my old superman pajamas and i kno theyre about ur size

i swear theyre not gross or anything

ill wash them before

if u want them

i just know u like superman and its dumb to throw them away

Steve finished reading the texts, dropped the phone onto his comforter, and covered his face in his hands because - oh God. It was so painfully cute, so painfully Buck that he couldn’t help giggling, and immediately picked the phone back up to read the exchange again.

Before he could talk himself out of it, he took a screenshot and hit the share icon for his Tumblr account. After a second’s debate he added the hashtag #Ur fav would NEVEr #This boy and posted it.

He rolled onto his side, staring at the screenshot and grinning like a crazy person… and then succumbed to the cold meds, finally.

Steve woke up coughing a short while later, blinking in confusion before realizing that he’d definitely fell asleep on top of his covers, with his damned contacts still in. He reluctantly moved to the bathroom to pop them out (his eyes were already a sticky, awful mess, so leaving them in absolutely wasn’t worth how he’d feel in the morning), then stumbled back to his bed, groaning when he noticed the time on his alarm clock.

He face-planted back into his pillow, only to bash his nose against the cold, hard surface of his phone. With a curse he moved the damned thing to his nightstand - then remembered how he’d fell asleep in the first place. He knocked three books on the floor feeling for his glasses on the nightstand, but finally got them on his nose and pulled his phone screen close to his face, blinking in surprise when he saw his Tumblr app notifications.

With a little red bubble that read 1,000+ next to it.

Steve opened the app with shaking fingers, only to laugh out loud when he realized which post it was that had blown up. He hadn’t imagined the interchange with Bucky, and apparently the entire damned internet was every bit as charmed as he’d felt. A quick scroll through his inbox confirmed that at least fifty people thought they should get married.

Which… was probably jumping the gun, but was something that Steve couldn’t help preening over, just a little.

Text to Bucky sent 06:03 AM

I PUT THIS CONVO ON THE INTERNET

If nothing else, Buck would get a good laugh out of it in the morning, Steve figured with a giggle.

A giggle that stopped as soon as the blue check mark appeared next to Bucky’s name.

Text from Bucky received 06:03 AM

hmmmmm?

Steve - had definitely not expected Buck to be up yet, but he could hardly abandon the conversation now.

Text to Bucky sent 06:04 AM

I put this on tumblr. U should see the responses!

It vaguely occurred to Steve that he probably should have asked for permission ahead of time, but it was Bucky. And it wasn’t as if he’d said anything terrible - if anything, Steve came out looking like the pervy idiot.

Besides, none of their classmates would guess that this random Bucky on the internet was their Bucky: no one outside of their immediate friend group knew that Buck was such a dork, or would believe it in the first place.

Text from Bucky received 06:04 AM

is that ur art site?

Steve hid his grin behind his hand. His art site. Please…

Text to Bucky sent 06:04 AM

yeah sort of. i post on it sometimes

it got huge responses!

more than any drawings :P

PS how old r these pjs? if they r gonna fit me? XD

Text from Bucky received 06:04 AM

shit

Steve’s heart sank in his chest as the ellipse button appeared immediately under Bucky’s response. He was in the middle of stumbling out of bed to retrieve his laptop to delete the damned thing when his phone chimed again.

Text from Bucky received 06:05 AM

i lied to millions of ppl on the internet

my mom isnt making me throw my pajamas out

i saw them at target

Steve was about to laugh and make a snarky reply about the ‘millions’ part (he had a grand total of five hundred twenty-three people following his crappy fan art blog, but Bucky always was one for dramatics) but the rest of Bucky’s rant stopped him cold.

Text from Bucky received 06:05 AM

they were on sale tho

i know we already did xmas presents

they just made me think of u

Steve’s smile was so wide his face ached. The ellipses kept coming.

Text from Bucky received 06:06 AM

no they werent

they werent on sale

thats another lie

sorry tumbler

can they see this now???

Steve was dying. Bucky was going to actually kill him with adorableness, and he didn’t even seem to realize it. After smothering a squeal in his pillow Steve got his shit together and started typing back.

Text to Bucky sent 06:06AM

nope! no worries ;)

He gnawed viciously on his bottom lip as he typed up his follow up, started to delete it twice, then finally manned up and hit send.

Steve was a lot of things, but he sure as hell hoped he wouldn’t ever be called a coward.

Text to Bucky sent 06:07 AM

i got about 50 message overnight tho

they all say i’ve gotta marry you XD

The emoticon, Steve decided when he saw the blue checkmark beneath it, was a nice touch. If Buck freaked out now, he could just laugh the whole thing off as a joke.

(he wasn’t laughing while the ellipse bubble flashed next to Bucky’s name ten billion times in the next two minutes)

Text from Bucky sent 06:08 AM

we should prob start with coffee first

if ur feeling better i can pick u up tuesday?

is seven okay?

Steve stared at his phone for a solid thirty seconds, gaping in shock, before pressing the call button next to Bucky’s name with shaking fingers. Seven was perfect, but he could hardly trust himself to type as much.

#stucky au #prompt ficlet #stucky fic #steve x bucky #machine-dove #inspired by tumblr #have some fluff #high school au

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