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circuitcircus · 11 days

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in defense of kabumisu……..

addressing things I see people say about why kabru being shipped w mithrun is ‘bad’ or why their canon relationship ‘doesn’t mean anything’ while also clearing up misconceptions of the characters some fans have

listen it keeps popping up and I just gotta do this or my brain will melt (if you don’t see it around then god I wish that were me) there’s an age gap!- erm there’s also an age gap in farcille (ily), the most popular ship in the series...also chilchuck looks like a kid but a lot of fans recognize him as a dilf because of his relative age, so there should be no age gap discourse among adult characters because it feels so conditional tbh

kabru taking care of mithrun is racist!- marcille likes to take care of others as well. is that sexist, or just an aspect of her character?

kabru isn’t treated like a servant, waiting on mithrun hand and foot…I mean he gives mithrun a foot massage but no one told him to do all that lmfao

he's also not the only one to care for mithrun. pattadol is shown to worry for him and milsril was the one to start taking care mithrun in the first place after he…...y’know. speaking of which-

they probably met when kabru was a kid!- neither of them showed signs of recognizing each other the entire time mithrun was introduced nor when they were together. and im pretty sure KABRU of all people would show some kind of recognition if they'd met before. it's kabru!!! the people person!!! mr. "i-noted-down-50+-characters-in-this-dude's-backstory-for-fun-and-actually-enjoy-social-gatherings"

you would think some kind of memory would come back to him especially after hearing mithrun’s backstory if milsril had even told kabru about him as a kid. but nope. it’s just fan speculation unless there's a side comic suggesting otherwise that i haven't seen

mithrun doesn't care about kabru, his shapeshift double looked like shit!- it's obviously because of mithrun's (then) lack of desires that it looked like that, but they really grow on each other

i think it's safe to assume it'd look more like kabru after they spent so much time together (also laios can barely even remember kabru's name..also saw his face multiple times and didn’t recognize him when they talked for the first time)

mithrun is racist!- he’s actually the least likely character to be racist since he lost his desires and that includes a desire for superiority over others. he even calls his past self out on that part of himself. the other elves in that side comic were being just as racist to shorter lived races but just didn’t use ‘outdated slurs’

(unfortunately literally every main character in dunmeshi is at least a lil prejudiced, but I believe it’s worldbuilding and a sign of the times rather than a reason ryoko kui is giving to hate each character)

taking care of others is a pain in the ass!- saying this as a reason kabru and mithrun shouldn't be together is basically saying disabled people shouldn't be allowed to have romantic relationships because they're a "burden"...if someone is actually willing to put in the work, then let them be.

that's not even all of their relationship, mithrun is the fighter of their duo and kabru would've been killed by the shapeshifter or something if he'd fallen down the hole on his own since he sucks at fighting monsters. mithrun helps collect ingredients for cooking every time, too (barometz fruits and griffin egg). he pulls his weight and then some!! i feel like people forget that part of mithrun a lot somehow.

+senshi literally cooks for everyone all time. it's kind of an important aspect of the narrative.

+also, while it is a popular fan thing I see around that kabru handfeeds mithrun, he literally never does lol this is mithrun using his own hands to eat:

also here we have him washing his own body

just saying because people like to treat mithrun like a baby even though the narrative respects him as a capable adult who also has special needs because of an accident. he’s captain for a reason

kabru hates taking care of mithrun!- not exactly, he was initially surprised and put off but got used to it quickly. i’m sure he’s grateful for all the times mithrun saved him from a monster and teleported them out of danger as well

he even starts doing “unnecessary” things for mithrun’s comfort and safety like when mithrun pushes himself too hard fighting, even after his mission to take care of him was complete when the canaries came back

here is even kabru resting while mithrun keeps watch (mithrun let him sleep for 5 hours before waking him up from the nightmare earlier, too):

there's nothing more to their relationship!- they actually have had a very tight and consistent dynamic since they met and they incite the most change within each other by the end. kabru is the one who inspires mithrun to create new desires so he doesn't waste away, and mithrun is the first person we see kabru being genuine with and it leads him to be more honest with others by the end instead of tiptoeing around everyone all the time (that mask was also the reason some ppl initially disliked kabru…)

kabru’s relationship with mithrun is honestly so important for his character and vice versa, but it’s often disregarded because of one over exaggerated aspect of it (an aspect that isn’t even the first way they interact with each other) or because people want to just straight up ignore it for some reason 🥲🥲

kui dedicates many panels to them that don't particularly serve the narrative as a whole in order to demonstrate this and i think that's pretty significant

you're taking this too seriously!- as if i'm the first person in the world to be crazy about a ship or the characters 😭 i love analyzing text and it's upsetting to see them mischaracterized when kui lays out the characters so clearly and deliberately

also they end up touching each other like all the time and have the kind of canon validation most ppl can only dream of lol i feel so insane look at this:

and this is just when they're first getting to know each other cuz there's a fuckload more

kinda hard to explain how i don't actually need them to get married or whatever but i'd die on this hill for them and i enjoy their dynamic immensely

haha you thought you were reading ship discourse but it was actually a character analysis 🤪🤪🤪

also don’t somehow take this to mean I think anyone has to ship them, I just need everyone to understand these accusations kind of don’t make sense especially when they can also apply to other pairs or characters

bonus kabru just looking at mithrun:

#dungeon meshi #kabumisu #kabru of utaya #mithrun #dungeon meshi spoilers #i'd rather be able to enjoy their dynamic without feeling like i have to explain it but i keep seeing the same takes i cant do this anym-#i feel like i advocate for kabumisu so much because i see so many people mischaracterizing kabru to make l4bru work like how they want #by saying he’s obsessed w laios because he thinks he’s hot..but he was curious about his autistic behavior and eventually thought his lack #of malice would make laios the best candidate for becoming dungeon lord to prevent another utaya tragedy. tho eventually he doubts that #not that i care that he's shipped with laius. i just want ppl to see kabru for who he IS bc some still think hes nothing but a shady bicth #i think that's best shown through his dynamic with mithrun (other than his own words of course) so i want ppl to acknowledge it properly #like idk if I can trust popular fan interpretations of the characters or relationships anymore after the shit with toshiro bro 💀💀#not trying to attach kabru’s entire being to mithrun or anything either just..saying #hm i feel like the way i worded all of this will make some ppl mad. not my intention but whoops #anyways has anyone drawn ship art of senshi and mithrun yet? anyone?

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just-j-really · 7 months

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"I just don't get it," Hob says, for the fifth or sixth or possibly twentieth time that night, glancing over the rim of his cup at Will, who's sitting on the other side of the room, cuddling with his soulmate in an armchair that's really too small for the both of them. "Why everyone's so hung up on soulmates."

It's all anyone's been able to talk about tonight- and sure, that's fair, it is Will and Ann's engagement party, but Hob has overheard the phrases 'oh you're so lucky you found each other so young' and 'why did you wait this long?' far too many times for one night. Will and Ann met as toddlers; they've never had another option and Hob cannot fathom why everyone seems to think that's a good thing.

Case in point, even his little group of Unmatched friends react to his statement with varying degrees of exasperation.

Hob is just sober enough to be aware he should probably shut up, and drunk enough that he keeps talking anyway. "I mean, I've seen 'soulmates'," he says. "My parents were soulmates, both my siblings met theirs, half of my friends are paired off by now. It's not like I don't know how soulmates work. Soulmates are..." he takes a moment, gathers his thoughts, and even though he's not entirely sure what he's about to say, the moment the word leaves his mouth he knows it's exactly right, "Stupid."

His friends laugh uncomfortably. "You're an idiot," Andrew says, not unkindly.

But Hob's on a roll now, an argument that's been simmering in his chest for years spilling out of him, the exhilaration of speaking making the words come easily. "You literally don't have to stay with your soulmate. No one has to! Everyone just goes along with it because everybody else does. But not me. I've made up my mind," he says, setting his cup down and straightening his shoulders. He's been bullshitting a bit but he means this, knows down to his bones that this is something worth staking his life on. "I'm going to meet someone perfect who isn't my soulmate, and I'll marry them instead."

He feels like he should do something solemn to mark this occasion. Stand up on a table, maybe.

Instead, most of his friends laugh at him again. "Hobs, that's the literal definition of your soulmate. Someone who's perfect for you," Gwen points out. The laughter is teasing, and Gwen's tone is more reassuring than anything else, but still, Hob finds himself frustrated.

"But there's so much more out there. So many people to fall in love with," he insists. "Shouldn't I know who's perfect for me better than anyone?"

And his friends tease him for somehow being sappily romantic in his opposition to sappy romance, and he laughs along with them and points out that his perfect person will be more understanding than them, for sure. And he's genuinely a bit hurt, but Gwen bumps his shoulder apologetically and he thinks that destiny has nothing on these friends he's made on purpose, who know him well enough for these unspoken gestures. And there's movement in the corner of his eye.

Hob looks up.

The most gorgeous man alive is standing in front of him. He's tall- probably taller than Hob, even- pale and willowy, with a mess of soft-looking black hair. His eyes are a deep blue Hob didn't think existed in real life until this moment. He looks like the slightly magical prince in a fairy tale got loose in the real world and decided to become a goth. He's perfect.

"Did I hear you say," the man asks, his voice soft and deep all at once, resonant in a way that Hob's never heard before, "you have no intention of meeting your soulmate?"

Not if he's you, Hob thinks, I take it all back if he's you.

Despite what many of his friends will argue, he is capable of not voicing every thought that comes into his head, if only under extreme circumstances, so he offers the stranger his best grin and says, "Yeah. Yeah, I do."

"You'll need to tell me how that works out, then," the man replies.

"Don't encourage him!" Andrew calls from the other side of their little cluster.

The man- flinches, just a little. Hob probably wouldn't have noticed if he hadn't been staring at him, but Hob's universe just gained a new center, so he is and he does.

"Hey," he says, catching the man's eyes, "Don't mind him, he's just boring. You really want to know how it goes, finding someone who isn't my soulmate?"

"I do," the man says, seriously, like he genuinely thinks Hob's quest is worth his full attention. It leaves Hob feeling warm, almost giddy.

"Perfect," Hob says, and then, because he's never known when to quit, "Let me give you my number, so I can update you?"

The man nods, a teasing little smirk appearing on his face, as though he and Hob already know each other perfectly, and this is a shared, ancient joke between the two of them. His fingers brush Hob's as he passes over his phone.

Nothing happens. There's no spark, no splash of color on Hob's skin marking where this stranger's fingers first dragged over his.

They are, definitively, not soulmates.

And Hob knows for certain that he's right.

[Part Two]

#dreamling #the anti-soulmate au #I'm back on my bullshit everybody!#it's not soulmates but it IS love at first sight #for one of them anyway #my fic #unsoulmates au

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ageingfangirl2 · 8 months

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Pay Me Some Attention Buggy (OPLA)

What happens after Buggy gets his body back and is finally reunited with his crew. Buggy x Reader.

Y/N

You'd managed to track the captain to Arlong Park which was the base of operations for the Arlong Pirates on the Conomi Islands. As the ship pulled into the harbour from your position in the crow's nest you could make out a familiar jolly roger attached to another ship which was docked.

'The straw hat crew,' you mutter under your breath.

Captain Buggy had underestimated the three little nobodies who stole the map to The Grand Line not once but twice from under him and had quite literally sent him flying into the unknown leaving you and the rest of the crew to think him dead in the beginning before finding out he was alive.

On the deck Mohji, who'd been acting captain despite his duel with Cabaji nearly causing him to lose the title, Richie, Cabaji and the rest of the crew gathered waiting for the true captain's return. Though you would be lying if you said it hadn't been more peaceful around here without Buggy, you were loyal to him and deep down missed him but would never show it.

'He's coming,' a crewmate calls out peaking your interest.

You raise your telescope and scan the shoreline to see Captain Buggy stomping towards the ship. He didn't look happy, and that meant everyone's peace on board was going to be shattered.

He comes aboard and is quickly rushed upon by the crew. You lean over the crow's nest cup your hands to your mouth and shout, 'HAPPY TO SEE YOU CAPTAIN BUT WE SHOULD PROBABLY LEAVE!'

Buggy glares up at you and in return, you simply blow him a kiss. You were happy he was back but didn't fancy dealing with two other pirate crews.

TIME SKIP

Once back on the open waters you clamber down from the crow's nest and walk over to Cabaji who is leaning against the side of the ship, 'we going to celebrate later?' you ask.

He nods, 'of course we are y/n.'

You smile at him before deciding to make your way to the captain's quarters, knowing you needed to give your captain a proper hello and see just what the hell he'd been up to this whole time.'

Knocking on his door you wait for a reply, but when one doesn't come you press your ear to the door and can here loud grunts and things being thrown around.

'I'm coming in captain,' you call out, before entering his quarters.

Buggy stops stomping around and goes to sit on his throne, looking rather annoyed so you probably shouldn't talk much because you had a tendency to put your foot in your mouth at times.

'Why do people keep saying I'm doing well considering the circumstances? I'm feeling awful! Took you guys long enough to find me! And I don't like how things have been moved around!' he huffs and whines.

You bend down to pick up some scattered papers before placing them neatly to the side rolling your eyes, 'since the circumstances were you almost never getting your body back captain, I would say you're doing quite well being able to whine to me.'

Next thing you know a hand is around your throat and you're pulled quite roughly towards your captain enough to choke you, before being forced to your knees in front of him. Looks like you hadn't been careful with your words.

Buggy wasn't to be underestimated either, being a powerful pirate in his own right, and there were times he genuinely terrified you. He laughs maliciously and brings his face inches from yours, the grip on your throat loosening only a little, 'keep talking y/n I know you have more to say to me.'

You gasp for air and bite down on your lip, not quite sure if this is a trap or not.

Buggy smirks at your silence, 'I said speak!' he hisses.

You gulp and nod, 'err at first we thought you were dead, then as soon as we got word you were alive we came looking for you but you kept moving around. I'm a navigator, not a miracle worker. And as far as I'm aware nothing has been moved on this ship or in your quarters, you're imagining things, captain.'

Buggy releases you from his grip and you pant, knowing you'll be bruised. You dare to look up at him and note the wide smile on his painted mouth before he throws his head back and laughs loudly.

'Ok, now that's funny,' he howls, 'I think I've missed you most of all y/n.'

Not quite sure what to do next, you stand up on kind of shaky legs thinking it best if you leave the captain alone. Buggy stops laughing and quirks an eyebrow at you mockingly, 'and where do you think you're going y/n? Did I say you could leave?'

You shake your head and run your fingers through your hair, 'you didn't give me permission to leave captain, I just thought you might want to be alone.'

Next thing you know you're pulled down onto his lap and let out a small yelp in surprise. It was small actions like these you weren't quite sure you missed or not. Buggy was kind of possessive around you and if he could he liked to keep you close to him at all times.

'We have some catching up to do y/n. Now tell me honestly what happened while I was away,' he says calmly and starts to run his fingers through your hair which he knew you liked.

You sigh contently knowing this is going to be a long night.

#opla #opla buggy #one piece buggy #one piece buggy imagines #one piece buggy fanfiction #one piece imagines #one piece fanfiction #one piece fandom #buggy the clown #buggy one piece #anime imagines #anime fanfiction #buggy the clown imagines #buggy the clown smut #buggy the clown fluff

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krisdreaming · 2 years

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Expect the Unexpected

Pairing: Sakusa Kiyoomi x gn!reader

WC: 1.5k

Summary: You're sick, so naturally Kiyoomi will want nothing to do with you... right?

A/N / Disclaimer: To be completely honest, I have very little knowledge of Sakusa's character outside of fics I've read, but this lil idea just popped up in my mind and I had to write it :') so, deepest apologies if he seems ooc here. Also, a note that this is set in a magical land where covid doesn't exist - reader has a common flu, that's all.

You're dazing in and out of sleep when you hear the knock on the door. With a start, you sit up straight on the couch, then cradle your throbbing head in your hands. You suddenly remember that Kiyoomi had been planning to stop in today after practice. You've been so miserable all day that you hadn't even thought to send him a text.

You get to your feet, the congestion in your head making you a little unsteady until you catch your balance. At the door, you peer through the peephole and see Kiyoomi standing patiently on the other side. With a sigh, you crack the door open the slightest amount.

"You should probably go away," You croak out, surprised by how terrible your voice sounds. You haven't had to use it today since you called off work this morning.

"Y/N?" You can hear the concern in his voice, but you're envisioning him cringing away from the door.

"I'm sick. You don't want to catch it. Just go home." You feel terrible. You know how he feels about germs, and the last thing you want is for him to feel uncomfortable because of you. You can hear him shuffling uncertainly outside of the door.

"Please," You go on. "I'm fine. Just go, okay? I'm sorry I didn't text you."

"It's fine," He says quickly. "I - okay. If that's what you want, I'll go."

"Yes," You say, your voice suddenly no more than a whisper. "Don't feel bad, okay?" You force out.

"You don't sound very good," He says matter-of-factly. "Why don't you go lie down?"

"Okay," You murmur. "Bye, Omi."

"Get some rest," He says firmly, and with that, he turns to go. For a few moments after he leaves, you remain at the door, a bit shocked by his sudden departure despite what you'd expected. Finally, when your legs begin to quiver, you make your way back to the couch. You pull your blanket around yourself and curl back up. If anything, you only feel worse.

It shouldn't surprise you that he'd responded that way. After all, you don't want him to catch this flu either. It's best for everyone that he's safe at home.

You aren't sure how much time passes, but soon you hear another knock at the door. With a frown, you pull yourself to your feet again and peer through the peephole. To your surprise, Kiyoomi's face appears there again.

"Omi?" You open the door a little wider than you had before, and you take in the sight of your masked boyfriend, a shopping bag in each hand.

"I got you some supplies," He says simply, lifting the bags in illustration. "Can I come in?"

"I'm sick," You say dumbly, but step aside anyway. He walks through the door, and you watch him quickly survey the room. A slight frown crinkles his brow.

"Why aren't you in bed?" He chides, striding to the kitchen and depositing his bags on your small table. "You shouldn't be sitting on the couch when you're sick." He pushes up his sleeves, and before you can really register what he's doing, he gathers up the glass, mug, and bowl scattered on the coffee table. He plops them in the sink, and you finally speak up.

"You don't have to do this," You say as firmly as you can muster.

"I want to. You should sit, at least," He gestures to the couch, and it doesn't take any more coaxing than that for you to settle into the cushions. Without batting an eye, he brusquely reaches for the bag of scrunched up tissues you'd placed unceremoniously next to the couch and deposits it neatly in the trash can.

His next order of business is to wash his hands in the kitchen sink, using the antibacterial soap he'd suggested you buy months ago. "I'm going to heat up some broth for you," He explains, rooting familiarly in your cupboard until he finds a suitably sized saucepan. With the broth heating on the stove, he fills your kettle and sets it to heating as well.

"I've got some ginger tea. This should help you feel better. There's some honey, too, to mix in. I know you always take your tea sweet." You can't fight back the small smile that's tugging at your lips. A warmth is beginning to fill you that's completely different from the fevered sweat from earlier.

"After this, you're going to bed," He adds sternly, taking the time to wipe down the counters and table while waiting for the water and broth. "How long have you been sick?" He finally asks with a sigh, fixing you with his dark gaze.

"It was just a scratchy throat yesterday," You feel like you have to defend yourself. "But I woke up this morning feeling pretty awful. I called in to work."

"That's good," He hums, "Your body needs to rest. That's how you'll recover quickly."

"Yes, dad," You say with an almost playful roll of your eyes. The laugh that wants to come out turns into a dry cough, and though he's wearing a mask, you imagine his lips setting into a thin line.

He only shakes his head, and pours the now-boiling water over the tea bag. Carefully, he carries the mug and honey to the coffee table and takes a seat next to you.

To your surprise, he reaches out and presses his cool fingers against your forehead. "Well, if you had a fever, it's broken now," He murmurs almost to himself. His fingers linger for a few moments, and he brushes the sweaty strands of hair away from your face. You can't help it - your eyes slide closed and you lean into his touch. His fingertips trace your cheek for a moment before pulling away.

"I'm sorry you're not feeling well," He says in a low voice, and you peek your eyes open in time to catch the soft concern in his own. "The broth is probably warm enough, now." He stands before you can formulate a response, and carefully pours the broth into another mug. He carries it to you, and you accept it gratefully.

"Take small sips," He warns. You do as he says, savoring the warm broth as it slides across your tongue.

"Thanks, Omi," You say then, clutching the mug to your chest. You can't imagine how pitiful you must look right now with your hair a mess, still in your pajamas, and holding onto this mug for dear life. Still, there's a surprisingly tender look on his face.

"You're welcome," He says. "Just drink as much as you want," He adds, gesturing to the mug. You sip it periodically, alternating with the tea once it's brewed. The two of you settle into a comfortable silence, and Kiyoomi watches the comfort show you'd been playing on TV with mild amusement.

Eventually, you've drank about as much of the broth as you can stomach. With a soft sigh, you lean back on the couch, closing your eyes against the persistent headache pressing at the backs of them.

"I think it's time you got to bed," He says, firm again. "I brought some medicine, too, so as soon as you take it, you're going to sleep." He doesn't leave any room for argument, but you don't really want to anyway.

He presents you with a glass of water and the medicine, and as soon as you've swallowed it, he helps you to your feet. In your bedroom, he turns on the light and pulls back your covers, fluffing your pillows and smoothing the sheets as you stand in the doorway.

"Come here," He gestures, and you feel very much like a child as you crawl under the covers. He pulls them over you, and you instantly feel the exhaustion washing over you.

Once you're settled in, his fingers trace across your forehead again. For a few moments, he cups your cheek in his palm. "I'm going to go so you can get some sleep," he informs you. "Let me know how you're feeling tomorrow morning. I love you," He adds, almost as an afterthought, but with as much warmth and tenderness as you've ever heard in his voice.

"I love you, too." You eke out. "Thank you."

"Any time," The sincerity is clear in his voice. "Sleep well." With a final brush of your cheek, he turns to go, flicking the light off as he leaves your room.

You hear the door to your apartment close softly, but you're still staring into the darkness with a soft smile on your face. By now, you should know to expect the unexpected when it comes to him, but somehow Kiyoomi still manages to take you by surprise.

#Haikyuu #Haikyuu fluff #Haikyuu x reader #Haikyuu x you #Sakusa Kiyoomi #Sakusa Kiyoomi x reader #sakusa x reader

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accio-sriracha · 4 months

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Fight me - Part Two!!

A drarry microfic, you can find the first part here: <3

Written at the special request of @plus-tax !!

(Sorry it took so long, I was on sleep medication and fell asleep halfway through writing this lmaoo, hope you enjoy!)

~~~♤~~~

He let the doors slam shut behind him, his legs carrying him forward in Potter's footsteps without a second thought.

"You shouldn't have come after me." Potter's voice was cold. Draco huffed as he came to a stop halfway down the corridor from him,

"Don't act surprised. You knew I'd follow you." He shot back.

The long silence that stretched between them was different now, lighter without the weight of all of their peers.

"You're right, I did." Potter conceded.

"You don't usually give in this easy." Draco worried for a split moment it was happening again. He worried Potter was going to retreat into himself, numb to the outside world, refusing to stick up for himself even out of self preservation.

"There's no point in lying to you, Malfoy." Potter turned to face him and Draco was thrilled to see his eyes were still very much alive.

"Then tell me the truth."

Potter stared at him, those eyes that were so full of the fire Draco always admired studied his face,

"Why do you care so much about what happens to me?" He asked instead, "Why did you need to see a reaction so badly?"

"You know why." He repeated.

Potter didn't relent, still scanning his expression, searching for something. Draco wondered what he would find there.

"Humor me." He whispered.

"Because you're you." Draco replied immediatley.

And it was obvious, wasn't it? Why shouldn't Draco care about what happens to Potter?

After everything that was said and done between them, after everything that wasn't said or done... was it that hard to believe Draco would worry about him?

He felt that intensity spark between them again, the one he'd spent half his life running from, fearing more than anything else. This wasn't a way one should feel about their enemies. But then... they were never really on opposing sides were they?

"Meaning?" Potter asked when he'd given up on waiting for further explanation.

Draco sighed and turned away from him to continue down the corridor.

It gave way to a bridge with beautiful archways overlooking the hills beneath them. He leaned over the stone, resting his elbows on the frame and letting the slight wind cool his face,

"You're not someone anyone can forget about, Potter. What you've done for the world... what you've done for me-" He broke off, shaking his head, "I can't just sit by and watch you destroy yourself. You let everyone talk down to you. You let them speak your name like it leaves a bad taste in their mouth. Like you owe them and not the other way around."

"I care about you because the Potter I know would have never given up. He would have never stopped helping those who needed it or proving that it's okay to just be normal sometimes. I care because no matter how tired you got of all of the fighting and the running and the war: you never stopped laughing and having hope and being alive either. You were famous, yeah, but even then you were always still just... you."

Potter stayed silent, watching him with that same intensity. Draco gathered every bit of courage he had left and took a step forward to close the distance between them,

"I care about you, Potter. What that changes is your decision. Just know the option's out there, yeah?"

Potter made a quiet humming sound and leaned forward, his hand holding the stone for support.

Draco wasn't sure how to feel about their closeness; about the knowledge that he could reach out and touch Potter's face if he wanted to.

He was surprised, however, by the realization that maybe he did want to.

"Do you think it's weird that I care about you too?" Potter asked softly. His breath was warm in the cool winter air, the feeling of it fanning out across Draco's skin gave him shivers that had nothing to do with the temperature.

Draco felt his lips twitch into a smile, "Stranger things have happened." He replied simply.

"None stranger than this." Potter gestured between them, a challenge to the arch in his eyebrow.

"Are you honestly telling me you didn't see this coming?" Draco couldn't keep the amusement out of his tone.

Potter considered that for a moment, than gave a small smile of his own, "I can't say I never expected it." He paused as he took in Draco's smug expression and jumped to defend himself, "Well it doesn't help when you say things like 'You know why' whenever I ask why you care so much."

Draco laughed again, the sound that echoed back to him was something he almost didn't recognize, it was so... free.

"You do know though, don't you?" Draco asked. The echo this time carried a hint of hopefulness. He wasn't sure it went by unnoticed,

"I do." Potter agreed after a long moment. His voice so quiet it barely picked up over the wind.

The feeling that settled netween them now was anything but light.

"I believe a customary 'I told you so' is in order, then." Draco smiled, trying to eae the mood. Potter gave a reluctant sigh,

"Yes, yes, whatever. You're acting far too superior for a guy who just had my wand pressed to his throat in front of the entire school." But he was laughing too, the sound was equally freeing and made Draco's chest tighten in a way it never had before.

"Maybe I feel superior because out of everyone else in that hall..." He hesitated, "It's me you're standing out here with."

Potter watched him, and there was something behind the fire in his eyes now, a different kind of passion Draco couldn't place,

"Maybe I prefer it this way too." He whispered back, "Maybe there's nobody else in there I'd rather be standing with."

Draco wasn't sure when they started whispering, or when his heart had started slamming in his chest. He blamed it on the running he did earlier to catch up to Potter, but he could tell from the way it spiked with every glance Potter took towards his lips that wasn't entirely true.

"We should probably go back, they must think we've killed each other by now or something."

Potter nodded, "Yeah, we probably should."

Neither of them moved, Potter's eyes never left Draco's face.

"So when you say you... care about me...?" Draco started after they had been staring at each other for a little longer than he'd care to admit.

Potter nodded for him to go on but he couldn't find the right words. He wasn't even sure what he was trying to ask. Potter spared him, clearing his throat and glancing out into the beautiful view expanding out as far as either of them could see.

Draco couldn't seem to bring himself to care for it, his eyes glued to Potter's face, to the lively expressions he'd missed so dearly. He was still gaunt, the dark circles beneath his eyes and sunken cheeks still prominent. But his eyes... they gave him life.

"I think you're the only one who ever really sees me. I think you're the only one who knows just what to say to me to snap me out of whatever I'm going through. I think you're exactly who you always were, and not like anything anyone ever expects you to be."

"How do you mean?" Draco whispered.

"People think you're cold, unfazed, this... this untouchable son of a Death Eater." He shook his head, turning back now to meet Draco's eyes, "But you're not. You're not any of those things. You're one of the smartest, most ambitious people I've ever met. Even withdrawn you're full of poise and manners, you've got more restraint in a single interaction than I've ever managed in a lifetime. You're full of warmth, and you care, you really care about everyone close to you. I've seen how you are with Parkindon, she's like a sister to you. I can see how much you love her. You have this mask but I can tell you're not really unaffected. I mean, you reached out to me today, didn't you? Clearly this bothered you- worried you- enough. You're good, Malfoy. I know you are. You've saved me on more than one occasion, even though it could have cost you your life."

"And as for untouchable?" Draco pressed. Potter rolled his eyes at the coy smile easing its way onto his lips,

"Well... you're not entirely untouchable either." He muttered.

"Oh, is that what you think?" Draco asked, tilting his head to the side and regarding Potter in this new, playful light. The banter between them came easily, as it always has, a second nature that eased the ache of tension threatening to tear them apart.

"Yes, it is."

"Prove it." He whispered.

He waited, his breath caught somewhere between his lungs and his throat. Every muscle in his body frozen, waiting for Potter's response.

His eyes fell to Draco's lips, he licked his own in a swift, almost subconscious movement, "Maybe I will." He mumbled.

It only took a single breath longer before they were kissing.

Draco's arms lifted up to wrap around his shoulders immediatley, the release of pressure so great he worried he was going to faint from relief.

Potter held him, his own arm wrapped securely around Draco's waist, his other hand moving from the stone to tangle in his hair.

And in that moment, Draco knew that nothing would ever be the same between them.

"I hope you know I still think you're an arse for causing such a big scene earlier." Potter whispered when he broke the kiss.

"Of course you do." Draco shook his head fondly. Potter smiled,

"Git."

"Scarhead."

And they stood there, beaming at each other for a short while longer. Just long enough for Draco to take in the sight of how much better Potter looked when he was truly happy, before he pulled them into another long kiss.

And nothing would ever be the same. Well... almost nothing.

#drarry #draco malfoy #harry potter #harry x draco #draco x harry #the babies #part two #drarry microfic #drarry fluff #obsessed with them

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giorno-plays-piano · 11 months

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Thorns In His Mouth

Part V

Pairing: fae!Steve Rogers x reader

Warnings: obsession, dubious consent, minor character death, drugs (neither reader nor Steve are involved), slight eating disorder, mentions of tumor, high tech elves.

Words: 1.7k

Summary: Maybe it was a good idea to chat with a waitress a bit more once she brought you your order. Perhaps she could at least tell you with whom you should speak because you simply couldn’t force yourself to look at others, most of them already high, shouting something loudly or laughing or weeping. You could constantly hear the flapping of someone’s wings, weird whispers and noises, and the sound of boots and hooves that made your hair stand on end.

Part I

Part II

Part III

Part IV

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You didn't remember how you've gotten home. Whatever happened yesterday in that fallen fae's hovel already became a blur except for the face of a dead elf laying on a dirty sofa, his black veins like spider silk threads, shaking you to the core. You saw his peaceful face when you slept, and you woke up weeping, your lids puffy and wet.

Although you knew nothing of him, and perhaps there was nothing surprising about a drug addict like him dying, he had been a living being, still. He wasn't born but made this way. It was hard to believe that a brave warrior, a protector of his kin, even if he failed to win one of his battles, deserved to end up like that, abandoned by everyone, human or fae. Did anyone, though?

Julius got no help, no sympathy, no hope. Surely, he wasn't the only one, and your human world was full of homeless and troubled people who faced the same things, but seeing a man - an elf - die like that made you want to scream until someone came and set things right.

He should have gotten help. He deserved it, at least. If he had gotten it on time, wouldn't he be alive now? He'd meet you that night with Steve, tell you his story, listen to you asking him to meet that mysterious High Lord who was searching for his brother, and perhaps returned to the Sacred lands where he belonged.

But now Julius was dead, and you had to live with it.

The water was cold, but you still spent good twenty minutes in the shower, letting the water wash away the fatigue - it felt as if you hadn't slept at all - and tears that kept rolling down your cheeks. You felt exhausted and scared. Why didn't you anticipate this when agreeing to the deal with that elf? He told you honestly what became of the fallen fair folk. You should have known what to expect. What were you going to do? Shouldn't you have at least called the police to report Julius' body? How did elves go about this? Did they even bury the bodies of the folk? Would they leave it up to humans? Would they take a grave offense if people showed up and took the body of one of them? Have Steve done anything?

When you almost gathered enough strength to call the police, you realized you hadn't the slightest idea where that place where you found the dead elf was. You had no address, and with your sense of direction it was impossible to guess where Steve had taken you yesterday. You did walk quite a while, after all.

You hoped Steve took care of Julius. You were scared to go looking for that place, shaking as you wrapped yourself in your thick cotton robe.

But you'd have to come back anyway, wouldn't you? You had to respect your end of the bargain. You needed to get back in that café that smelled like piss and vomit, full of addicts and alcoholics and all sorts of degenerates and stay there as long as it took until you found that one elf your mysterious friend was looking for.

You couldn't do it. It was simply out of question.

Before you could give this thought some time, figuring out how to deal with you High Lord elf, your phone suddenly rang, and you immediately recognized the number of your mother's doctor. Why was he calling? Why so early in the morning?

The screening. They had her screening early in the morning today. Good God, you forgot.

You gripped the phone tightly in your hand, pressing it to your ear, "Good morning, Mr. Alves."

The man on the other side greeted you in a somewhat nervous tone, albeit trying to mask it, unconvincingly, and your heart fell somewhere down your stomach. Good God, you despised hearing back from the hospital. They rarely brought you good news.

"How's she?" You asked grimly, setting your eyes on your reflection on the mirror but seeing nothing at all, too invested in the conversation.

There was a distinctive silence on the other side of the phone, and you trembled, gripping your own so hard the display's glass protector threatened to break under pressure. In your mind you have already invisioned numerous scenarios, all rather apocalyptic, involving your mother and you, and you breath grew shallow from the wave of anxiety. Why was he silent?

"We have... an unexpected development," the doctor mumbled, and you tore your lower lip, tasting blood on your tongue. "The... the tumor stopped growing. Abruptly."

"What?"

You stared stupidly at your own reflection, finally noticing how horribly you looked after a sleepless night, crying your eyes out, but you dismissed your fatigued face, licking the blood off your lip as you pressed the phone closer to your ear, afraid you misheard.

"I-I'm sorry, could you say it again, please? It has stopped growing?"

Despite how aggressive it was before?

"Yes, it has. Before you ask me why, we're still not sure if your mother started responding to the latest changes in her treatment, but... but it has stopped growing. For now. Which is good."

"Yes. Yes, it's... it's good."

"It's good."

"It's very good."

You clapped a hand against your mouth so the doctor wouldn't have to listen to your hysterical cries and wailing. It has stopped growing. It finally has. Your mother was stable, for once, the first good news you got in forever. How long has it been since Dr. Alver told you anything hopeful? More and more your visits to him were making you sick as you failed to have any kind of support, a reassurance your mother would be alright. On the contrary, he was telling you to prepare yourself. You dreaded your visits to his office, each accompanied by such anxiety you were close to having a panic attack.

And now your mother was good. Maybe not entirely, but safe. She responded to the treatment.

... or has she?

For a second, you froze on the stop. The treatment? The treatment she was unresponsive to for so long, with all these inadequate doctors just waving their hands off when you asked them about new treatments or experimental programs that may help your mother when they themselves couldn't?

No, she wasn't responding to their crude method of treating her tumor. She was responding to the elf and his ways. To his magic, in exchange for your services.

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You were at the cafe right after you finished your work. You were exhausted beyong measure and still frightened of what may happen, but your determination made you put that aside. Your mother mattered above anything and anyone else. She was in there, fighting for her life, and the least you could do was to give her a chance.

But when you spotted a familiar tall elf with a distinctive bleached hair reaching his waist, you almost ran away. Steve had to yell at the top of his voice to stop you when you tried to squeeze yourself into the wall from fear, facing a dead end.

"Please! I won't hurt you!" He exhaled, cornering you as the passing fae with horns looked at the two of you, curious but warned against intervening by an exasperated elf and his icy stare.

You gulped down, shivering.

"I swear I won't hurt you. Please, don't run," he pleaded.

As if you had a choice with him blocking the road, you thought, clenching your black bag against your chest like it was a magic shield. What did this deranged elf want with you? Was he now tied to you by some ridiculous ritual he needed to perform since you saw the death of his kin? Did he need to erase your memory? You wouldn't mind it, actually.

"How may I help you?" You asked, puzzled and unsure how to even adress the elf. Were you on friendly enough terms to call him by his human name after what you had seen yesterday?

Steve gave out a sad laugh, turning his head away for a second before he looked at you and pulled something from the pocket of his leather jacket, making you tremble again until you saw they were your pearl earrings you had given the elf yesterday. Why was he giving them back to you? Did they not suffice? Did he want something better?

"Take them," he said with longing as if he was partying with a king's crown, placing them in your palm, his pale skin cold to the touch. "This is my apology to you for... for everything."

You stared at the white round pearls in your hand, blinking, not knowing what to say. Was it customary to return a gift given for fae's services if that fae failed to provide them? It made sense, sort of. But had Steve really failed? He had only promised to take you to the elf who might have been someone you were looking for, and he fulfilled his end of the bargain. Why was he giving you your earrings back?

As you watched them, suddenly thinking they were heavier now and bringing them closer to your face, you realized those were not the cheap plastic pearls you bought from a local store for a couple of dollars. They were real pearls, round and shiny and impossibly beautiful.

"You replaced the pearls?" Taken aback, you stared at the man, open-mouthed.

He nodded, nervously tucking his bleached hair behind his ear, "Yes. I made a talisman out of them, and it required decent material for a strong enchantment. Pearls are durable... and pretty."

They were enchanted?

Dear God, please let it be a good enchantment, you thought, sweating profusely with a goddamn faery relic in your hand.

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"It's a protection spell. A good, strong one," he added quickly, noticing your discomfort. "It'll help you when we'll be searching for the elf you're looking for."

Part VI

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666writingcafe · 7 months

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The Confrontation

Author's Note: I thought I'd make things more dramatic by having MC be the one that passes out after the trip to Thirteen's cave. Also, the following scene takes place at the Demon Lord's castle as everyone anxiously waits for MC to recover.

Lucifer

The air is tense. Diavolo has gathered everyone in the sitting room for an urgent meeting, but no one seems to want to speak. It's as though they're afraid that their words will further harm MC.

"So, Lord Diavolo." Thank goodness. Asmo has broken the silence. "You're going to explain exactly what's going on, right? That's why we're all here, isn't it?" Diavolo sighs.

"Yes. It's time for everyone to be on the same page. We've kept this secret for long enough."

"We?" Satan repeats. "You mean, it's not just you that's been hiding things from us?"

"We've merely kept a promise," Barbatos chimes in. "Nothing more."

"What in the hell are you talking about?!" Mammon shouts.

"There is reason to believe that MC's power is gradually destroying the three realms." My brothers are stunned into silence. I don't blame them. I reacted similarly when Diavolo first told me.

"MC reached out to me a few months ago," Diavolo continues. "They told me that they believe there was a connection between a recurring nightmare they had and strange phenomena taking place in the human world. They kept track of the dates and noticed that there were some that didn't connect to anything there. So naturally, they wanted to know if similar phenomena were occurring in the Devildom."

"As it turns out, they were," Simeon adds. "The Celestial Realm experienced strange events as well, and all of the dates MC recorded corresponded to something that occurred in one of the three realms."

This statement causes the room to erupt into chaos. The only people not yelling at Diavolo, Barbatos, and Simeon is Beel--who simply stares forlornly at a random spot on the wall--and Belphie. I should be surprised by the latter's reaction, but I suppose that he used his mental connection with MC to put the pieces together.

I wish this wasn't our reality. The possibility of losing MC has kept me awake more times than I'd like to admit, and if I didn't promise myself I'd remain sober through this, I'd be drowning in Demonus right about now.

As it is, it's hard to keep my composure as I watch everyone I care about fall apart like this.

"Enough!" The single word cuts through the arguing and causes everyone to look towards the entryway. MC looks a little pale, and they're using Solomon as a slight crutch to keep them upright, but at least they're alive.

"I would advise you all to watch your tone, because they haven't done anything wrong," MC warns once they have our attention. "I'm the one that has requested secrecy. Not Diavolo, not Lucifer, not anyone else, me."

"Why didn't you tell us?" Asmo and Luke ask simultaneously. The two of them exchange sheepish glances before Asmo adds,

"We would have been more than willing to help you, MC. You didn't have to keep this from us."

"Yes, I did. If everyone knew, it would have been harder to make certain decisions."

"What decisions?" Levi asks, making MC sigh.

"I shouldn't even be alive. Between my ancestry and my pacts with all seven rulers of the underworld, it's a miracle I haven't spontaneously combusted, let alone not caused irreversible damage to the three realms." MC briefly pauses as they steady themselves. "The problem is that my power is very hard to control. Even after all of the studying and training I've gone through, it still overtakes me rather easily. It's quite dangerous."

"Last time, MC was knocked out for a few minutes," Solomon recalls. "This time, for a few days. It's very possible that the next time might take them even longer to recover from, and there may come a day where they might not wake up at all. And that's just them. All of us are susceptible to the effects of MC's power."

"So, what do we do?" Asmo asks. "How can we help MC?"

"According to my research, there are only two ways to fix this issue: find a magical object strong enough to suppress the impact of MC's power, or have them revert to the state they were in when they first arrived to the Devildom."

A magical object...

There is only one capable of doing the job. Problem is, I would have to admit that I gave it to her after I got cast out of the Celestial Realm, which would cause even more drama.

Plus, would she even have it still, or would she have thrown it away or destroyed it after our relationship ended?

My train of thought gets interrupted by the sound of a blade getting unsheathed. Turning my head towards the noise reveals Solomon holding a dagger.

No. Not a dagger. The dagger. The one powerful enough to sever pacts. Once that gets used, we will never again be bonded to MC in that particular way.

Where did Solomon find it? More importantly, how long has he had it?

#obey me shall we date #obey me mc #obey me lucifer #obey me mammon #obey me leviathan #obey me satan #obey me levi #obey me asmo #obey me asmodeus #obey me beel #obey me beelzebub #obey me belphie #obey me belphegor #obey me diavolo #obey me lord diavolo #obey me solomon #obey me barbatos #obey me simeon #obey me luke

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I felt the absolute need to ramble about the problems my boys have so yeah this is certainly a deep dive into how I think of these characters, in a way, so... buckle up. I will try not to go completely crazy here (also it is kinda Pirate AU specifically but also applies to most versions of these characters for me)

First Spot. He obviously feels the need to be strong, to protect his people, he spreads rumors, makes himself larger than life, there is no room for mistakes, he needs to be perfect to keep everyone safe, no matter the cost for himself. It is suffocating him, but if anyone sees the cracks Brooklyn (either the borough or the ship in my AU) could be attacked, they wouldn't fear him anymore, they would dare to go against him. Specifically in pirates where we meet him in "Toss a Coin to your Pirate" he is worn thin by this, he has had to be perfect, not mess up, not do anything wrong ever for years at that point and it worked, he's respected, he's feared. But also lonely. He has Hotshot and his crew, but he is always just a bit detached, thinks he isn't allowed to get closer, even if no one would mind. And then he meets Race and it just gets a bit better.

Speaking of which: Race feels the need to be perfect too. Or felt, rather. In this AU I thought of him being the son of a rich Sicilian merchant who came to what is in the AU kinda where America is but... mostly Islands (I have played a lot of Anno as a kid okay). His father's only goal is to bring the family upwards, go from having almost nothing to basically royalty, meaning there can be no screw ups, no mistakes, no tardiness, only perfection in everything. Always smiling at social gatherings, charming people, bringing your skills to perfection however you can. He found it suffocating and got out, naturally, but while he would say he's stopped being like this he hasn't in a way. He still feels like when he doesn't do enough, makes too many mistakes, he'll get left behind by the others, he knows he needs to do more jobs then them - and why shouldn't he, he's good at them, might as well do it - working himself to the ground. It gets better, he has about a decade on Jack's ship to realize he doesn't have to do things perfectly to have people like him, enjoy being around him. But any reminder of his family could bring that crashing down. Make him fall back to previous habits.

That's why they also in some ways fit together. They have smiliar issues but not and they know what to do, what to say, when not to say something.

Buuuut they aren't the only ones with this issue of everything needing to be perfect. Which is why I thought of doing this post in the first place.

Bumlets wants control over what is happening to him and the people he loves, he knows if he doesn't have it he'll worry all the time. He does his best to help everyone, to do anything for them, to plan ahead, to take control where he couldn't before because his life belonged to someone else. But this also means the moment something goes wrong, there is an argument he takes it as a mistake he did. He knows he isn't doing enough, not enough for the people he loves, they're suffering because he didn't think of everything, because the choices he made weren't the right ones. Most days no one would know, but sometimes he just has days where he curls up, asking himself how he could do this, how he can't keep everything together, how he didn't do enough and give everyone a perfect life, murmuring apologies to everyone who is there.

Going away from being perfect but keeping close to Bumlets we get to Swifty. His problems are with his own image in a way, he knows he enjoys sewing and crafting and embroidery and before he hadn't really thought anything about it, he can also fight, but eventually he also thinks about what it means that he likes to wear skirts. They're easy to make and he can design them as he wants, but what does it mean? He doesn't feel like a girl or a woman, but maybe he should as he likes wearing these types of clothes too. And then he thinks about all of his hobbies taken together, are his boyfriends maybe only with him because he is more societally feminine in some ways? Not even his looks, but how he acts. If they don't even want him for who he actually is, if they're with him because it was convenient too. It ends in a loud argument and accusations, but at least after he learns it wasn't as he thought.

Last but not least Skittery who in every cannon has problems with schizophrenia-esque symptoms in the way he always feels watched, feels like nothing could ever go truly right in his life, people are whispering behind his back, only taking him in because of pity. That they would get tired of caring for him - especially in episodes (which aren't frequent but they happen) - and leave him behind. That no one could really love him at all, not like he is, that he isn't good enough for that. And later, that he is also different in more ways (I am generously taking Blood Drips lore for this one) meaning he almost can't get injured or is somehow just different and he doesn't know why. That he'll get taken away or go off the rails and not be able to be there for his brother, for the people he loves.

Honestly this is a depressing note to end this at but that's just mostly my rambles that I had to get out and they are all so sad. Similar but different problems and while Spot and Race were kind of Pirate specific Bumlets, Swifty and Skittery are too but also more broadly in a way. Hope someone read this to the end :) Imagine them all talking about their issues and resolving them <;3 Or arguing and causing lots of Angst

#newsies #92sies #spot conlon #racetrack newsies #skittery newsies #swifty newsies #bumlets newsies #coin verse #sad headcanon #thoughts on them #bumswiftery newsies

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freedom. | surviving fimbulwinter [I]

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young adult!atreus x reader

-> synopsis: The only times you had ever experienced adventure was through your books. It was hard to live an exciting life while trapped in Alfheim.

You know you're meant for something greater than wasting away underground.

[loosely based on the events of Gow: Ragnarok]

-> chapter warnings: all chapters may contain spoilers, violence, sparring, cursing

You sat on the couch, pouting and pressing a chunk of ice against the side of your thigh. One of the dwarves— Sindri, you learned— paced back and forth in front of you.

"You better hope that doesn't get infected! None of us have any knowledge of healing, though we could make you a prosthetic should your leg rot off—" Sindri rambled.

"Ew, can we not?" You cringed at the thought, "It's already bad enough I literally got stabbed, I don't want to imagine any worse right now."

"Well, you shouldn't be sneakin' up on people!" The blue dwarf— Brok— huffed from his workbench.

"I said I was sorry! I forgot I was invisible."

"A likely excuse."

You threw a glare towards Brok, who definitely was choosing to clean off his knife in front of you on purpose. Sindri, on the other hand, had chosen to make his way back to the large cauldron beside the fireplace. He grabbed the ladle and stirred before stoking the fire.

"In any case, Kratos and Atreus should be back soon. They went out to collect supplies before they leave tomorrow, so once they're back we can all have a nice talk."

"Yeah, about how the Hel you appeared out of nowhere, and how you think it's acceptable to scare the Tatzelwurms out of us."

A few hours had passed, and you were still icing your leg. You'd just started a new book, Rare Fighting Spells, when the front door seemed to throw itself open. You jumped, watching as an incredibly muscular man walk through the door. Behind him was a boy, possibly close to your age. This must be the two Sindri was talking about.

They both eyed you, taking their things to Brok to mess with.

Sindri clapped his hands together, "Wonderful, everyone's here! It's time for dinner!"

———

To say dinner was awkward would be the understatement of the year.

You all ate silently— everyone sneaking glances at you while you tried to think of how to introduce yourself. Eventually, you coughed and sat up straight, putting down your spoon. Everyone else followed.

"I suppose I need to speak."

Brok huffed out a “You think?”, earning a side-eye and a kick under the table.

"My name is Y/N, and I just escaped from Alfheim. I don't know how I successfully got here, but Brok and Sindri found me. And then stabbed me—"

"You scared me!"

"—I did. But thank you guys for saving me." You tried to smile at them, but it was more of a grimace. "Any questions?"

"Lass, why were you in Alfheim in the first place? Don't you know there's a war going on?" The decapitated head asked with an accent way stronger than what you were expecting.

"I- uh, lived there?" You felt weird talking to it, "My father is a Dark Elf. My mother is mortal, but she died when I was born. Before the war, my father hid me underground, away from the other Elves. They hated me because I didn't look like them. Eventually, when the Elves began using the Light of Alfheim and all of the Dark Elves went underground, I was trapped even further and locked in my room.” You sighed, folding your hands on the table and gathering the courage to continue.

“Today, I decided I wanted to get out, so I learned a spell to make myself invisible and escaped. The Mystic Gateway was broken, and I tried for a while to fix it, but it wasn't working. That's when it started to fix itself, and Brok and Sindri opened it up from the other side. I snuck inside, and went to talk to them, but I forgot I was invisible, and— yeah. You get the rest."

The head hummed. You were sure if he could nod, he would. "I see. I'd heard a rumor once from Alfheim about a mixed breed, but you know those Elves. Squashed the rumor quick. They don't like anyone getting involved in their business. I suppose the rumors are true, then.”

You agreed, taking a sip of water from your cup. "I'm sorry to intrude, I just saw an escape and went for it."

"What's your plan now?" Sindri asked.

"I wanted to explore the realms, but I guess with the Gateways being broken I'll have to wait. Maybe I'll find a way to Midgard and build a life there—"

"You could come with us!"

"Atreus."

The boy who offered, Atreus, slumped down for a moment, only to perk back up quickly. "Father, c'mon. Y/N wants to see the world, we could use another helping hand, why not?"

"We do not need another helping hand." His father seemed to mock, "We are fine the way we are. How do you know she could even help?"

"I could spar with her? And you watch?" Atreus offered, looking at you for approval. You, on the other hand, were just confused.

People just fought for fun? You were always told it was solely for your survival. That's why your father never trained you as much as you asked. If you were to spar against this boy, you'd for sure lose. You secretly hoped his father would say no, but he huffed and stood from the table.

"Meet me outside."

You watched him leave the house with wide eyes, and once the door closed you turned back to Atreus. "Dude, what? Why would you do that?"

"Uh, because it would be cool if you came with us?" He quirked an eyebrow, seeing nothing wrong.

"I haven't fought in Hel knows how long. I'm going to embarrass myself—"

"Kratos doesn't expect perfection." Sindri tried to reassure you, "But if you show promise and try your hardest, I bet he'll be a lot more lenient than you think. Especially if Atreus is nagging him."

"I don't nag him!" Atreus argued, standing from the table. You followed.

"What do you call it? Wearing him down?" Brok cackled as Atreus led you outside where Kratos was waiting.

———

"Ready, go!"

Atreus ran at you first, swinging at you with the wooden part of his bow. You stepped back a few times before rolling to his side and landing your foot into his ribs. He stumbled and coughed for a second, but recovered quickly as he notched an arrow.

In return, you grabbed your spear that all Dark Elves use for combat and aimed it towards him. As Atreus shot his arrow, you retaliated by shooting a small energy beam out of the spear, burning his arrow in its path.

You hadn't used the spear in ages— since your father quit teaching you— so you felt a bit rusty. Nevertheless, you couldn't let that trip you up.

You didn't want to hurt him, so you charged at Atreus with the non-sharp side of the spear. Atreus used his bow to block, and you were left pushing against the wood in a battle of strength.

Atreus was stronger, eventually shoving against you and forcing you back. He notched three arrows at once, unleashing them as you sidestepped two of them. The third grazed your bicep, but you couldn't even feel it with the adrenaline in your veins.

Being part Dark Elf gave you a lot of agility, and even without wings it felt like you were flying at times. You hated to admit that you were enjoying fighting— it gave you a feeling of freedom you'd never had before.

You jumped back, away from your opponent, and cast your spear out in front of you. Red spots began to appear on the ground around Atreus, and one by one they began to detonate. Bright light surrounded the outside, blinding those who looked too hard. While Atreus was weak, you took the advantage.

Quickly, you charged again, sticking your spear between the wood and string of Atreus's bow and throwing them both to the side. Atreus barely recovered enough to block your fist, his forearm pushing it down before trying to retaliate with a hit of his own.

He landed the hit on your jaw, but you couldn't flinch. Not in the middle of a fight. You jumped back again, waiting for him to charge. He did, and you were able to initiate your plan.

You swept your leg out, taking his own out from under him. Atreus gasped and fell forward, knocking you down in the process. You yelped, the weight of the boy on your stab wound becoming incredibly painful.

"Alright, truce! Ouch—" You rubbed your leg as Atreus got up, holding his hand out for you. You took it and he helped you stand.

"Y/N," Atreus began, "That was so cool! Your powers are just like a Dark Elf's, you even have the spear—"

"Enough." Kratos silenced him, walking up to you and sizing you up. He towered over you and quite frankly, it was very intimidating. You were already shorter than Atreus, you didn't need to feel any smaller.

Kratos stayed quiet for a while, seemingly weighing his options and looking back and forth between you and his son. "We leave tomorrow morning. Decide whether you are coming or not."

You and Atreus watched as he disappeared back into the house, before looking back at each other.

"Did you hear that? You can come!" Atreus grinned at you, "We'll have to pack you some supplies, and get a bed for you here— there aren't any extra rooms, but my bed is small so we could put another one in my room! That is— if you're okay with that, of course. Nords, this is great."

You couldn't help but smile at Atreus's enthusiasm. It had been a very long time since you'd been around someone so positive— since you and Fritjof were young.

The thought of Fritjof make your heart feel heavy, but you brushed it off and paid attention to Atreus. Because of him, you'd finally get to experience the Nine Realms. "I can't wait.”

By the time you and Atreus made it back inside, the dinner table was already cleaned and Sindri was walking by with a blanket in his arms.

"Ah, there you are." He approached you and held out the blanket for you to take. "We made you a bed, but you don't have your own room. Not yet anyways, but if you wanted one I'm sure we could do it. Anyways, you'll be staying with Atreus, and we'll pack you a bag for tomorrow with all your stuff and more. If there's anything else you need, give us a call."

You were stunned. Never before had some random strangers shown you so much kindness. It was enough to make your eyes water a bit. "Sindri, thank you." You held the blanket to your chest. "Honestly. That all means a lot. I should be alright, thanks to you all."

Sindri's eyes softened at you, "Of course."

You turned to Atreus, following his lead as he heads to his room. It's small, but enough to fit two one-person beds on opposite sides of the walls.

You sat on one of the beds, slightly bouncing on it to test its comfort. Acceptable.

Atreus, taking the other bed, set his weapon down beside it before laying down and staring up at the ceiling. It was quiet for a moment, and you began taking your shoes off to lay in the bed.

"Was it hard?"

You paused. "Was what hard?"

"Leaving." Atreus turned to his side, facing you. "Leaving your father and everything you'd ever known."

"Well, all I'd ever known was the same four walls of my room." You laughed dryly. "I left my father and one friend, but my father didn't seem to care for me too much and my friend had just betrayed me when I left."

"They did?" Atreus propped his head up, more interested in the conversation.

"Uh, yeah." You shrugged, getting under your own blankets and facing him. "Didn't approve of me wanting to leave. They all thought me hiding away was for my own good, but I'd been trapped there for 19 years. My entire life. I couldn't stay forever."

"19 years." Atreus mumbled, then said louder, "I'm older than you."

You couldn't help the grin that came across your face, and you rolled your eyes. "What, by like a month?"

"Nope," He popped the 'p', "I'm 20. Though father sometimes thinks I'm still 12."

"Dads, huh?" You joked, "I think they just want to protect us from how harsh the world is. No matter how much we disagree."

"You have no idea." Atreus agreed, "I love him, I just wish he'd let me do more. At least now I don't have to hide too much from him, since I convinced him to let us search for Tyr tomorrow."

"Tyr?" Your eyebrows furrowed, "Tyr's dead. I read about his entire story not too long ago.”

"I don't think so! I saw it in a prophecy— Tyr is leading an army against the Aesir during Ragnarok. Since Fimbulwinter is happening, that means Ragnarok will soon. There's no way he's dead if he's leading an army in the future." Atreus explained, "That's why we're going to find him. We're heading to a city in Svartalfheim tomorrow to talk to someone Brok and Sindri recommended. They said he might know where Tyr is."

You shook your head. "Wow. That is... a lot." You yawned, trying to hide it. You were still interested in the conversation, but today's events were wore you down.

"Isn't it? I'm excited." Atreus yawned as well, "The only way it'll come quicker is if we're asleep when time passes. Let's go to bed."

"Yeah. Goodnight, Atreus."

"Goodnight, Y/N-" Atreus began, but you were already knocked out. He smiled slightly to himself, secretly glad to finally have a companion his age join the group. All of the adult nonsense got tiring.

Taking one last glance as you slept, Atreus turned around in his own bed and fell asleep.

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It's just two little words.

'I do.' Is what he's supposed to say to his beaming soon-to-be wife as they stand at the alter, but Steve can't get the words out. His throat feels dry and he knows she can feel how sweaty and shaky his hands are. He loves her, he really does, so why can't he say the fucking words?!

There's a murmur from the crowd as Steve stands without saying anything for a moment too long, the doubt on his face clear to everyone in the room. "Steve, are you okay?" She asks, her mouth pulled down into a frown as she gives his hands a reassuring squeeze. It doesn't help. It makes him feel worse.

He looks out at the gathering of people behind them, his eyes finding him in the crowd easily. He's sitting in the third row, his eyebrows furrowed as Steve just stares at him. Steve says quietly, "I can't do this." He's staring right at Eddie when he says it and he can see the moment Eddie registers what Steve said, he's climbing out of his seat in no time. He turns to his fiancé and says it louder. "I'm sorry. I can't do it. I really do love you, I really do, but I can't ignore the fact that you're not... him."

He watches as her gaze falls on someone behind him. He doesn't need to turn around to know Eddie is now standing there, waiting for him. "Y-you love him?" She whispers brokenly.

Eddie had told him at his bucks night, had admitted drunkenly that he's been in love with Steve since that cursed year they defeated Vecna but he'd been too scared to say anything back then. They'd kissed in the cab back to Eddie's motel and then spent the night together.

Steve cried a lot that night. He hated Eddie for waiting until he was getting married to tell him. He hated himself for not saying anything when he was younger, he could have been with Eddie for years but he'd found a pretty girl with curly hair instead.

"I hate you." Steve had sobbed against Eddie's bare chest, he had had way too much to drink. "Why didn't you say anything sooner?" Eddie had kissed away all of his questions and whispered, 'I'm sorry.'

They didn't speak about it afterwards. Steve had left before Eddie woke up.

She drops his hands and asks again. "Do you love him, Steve?"

He glances over his shoulder to where Eddie is standing in his three piece black suit, his eyes full of so much hope as he looks between Steve and his fiancè. "Yeah, I love him. I have for a long time." She sobs and turns away from him, her bridesmaids smothering her into a group hug while glaring at Steve over her shoulder. He takes that as his cue to leave.

"I shouldn't have said anything." Eddie says when Steve steps down from the alter and stands in front of him. "I'm sorry, Steve. I didn't mean to ruin your wedding, I-I'm such an asshole, I'm- "

"Shut up and take me home, Eddie. I need to get out of here, I think she might stab me if I stay here any longer." They walk out of the venue hand in hand, Robin and the rest of Steve's friends giggling and talking loudly right behind them as they leave. Steve knows none of them liked his fiancé, she was one of the options his parents had picked out for him. Robin had refused to be in a room with her for the entire 3 years they were together.

Dustin asks when Steve and Eddie are going to get married.

Eddie snorts. "Should I send your fiancé a 'sorry I stole your husband' gift basket?"

#have the worst headache rn so sorry if this is all over the place #steddie #eddie munson #steve harrington #st4 vol2 #steveddie #stranger things

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netflix's “avatar: the last airbender” live action adaptation prompts (season 1, pt2)

feel free to adjust wording/pronouns/etc as needed!

1x03: “Omashu” & 1x04: “Into the Dark”

“everything is set. we strike tonight.”

“we don't need numbers. we have our anger. we have our grief.”

“you must have known this was a one-way journey.”

“do not speak to me of loss.”

“my compliments on making it this far.”

“find a place where emotion meets spirit. a place deep in thought. tap into your feelings and gather energy from them.”

“they always said i never listened. i think that's what they said. i never listened.”

“we shouldn't stay in the same place for too long.”

“of course, i have no idea what she saw in you.”

“we have a window of opportunity.”

“i don't like him.”

“did i ask for your opinion?”

“they don't take kindly to outsiders here.”

“what makes you think we're outsiders?”

“so how do you know we're not a threat?”

“be careful. this can be a dangerous place.”

“are you all right? are you hurt?”

“what were you doing out there?”

“you mean that wasn't an accident?”

“it's not safe anywhere these days.”

“do you realize what this means? we finally have a way to take the fight to the enemy.”

“it can get bloody.”

“i wanna help. and i think i can.”

“was your life really in danger?”

“there are always ways to get in the game if you know which pieces to play.”

“we know what it means to be on our own.”

“big talk for someone who's outnumbered.”

“we're the good guys.”

“protecting the ones we love is important.”

“it's not always easy to find your path in life but when you find it, you must embrace it.”

“we have to do everything we can to save the world. because if not us, then who?”

“you live here?”

“someone was here recently.”

“i know what it's like to lose family too.”

“i try not to think about it, but...recently it's been coming back to me.”

“you have to use everything inside you to help you fight.”

“we don't have to be afraid of our pain. we just need to decide what we're gonna do with it.”

“innocent people are gonna die!”

“that's the price of freedom.”

“it's too late! there's nothing you can do to stop it.”

“shut up and gloat later.”

“this is my fight.”

“why is this so important to you?”

“my cabbages!”

“there's been a mistake!”

“save your voice.”

“these are most definitely not the best of circumstances.”

“what do you think will happen to us?”

“in my experience, they aren't exactly kind to their fallen foes.”

“is it true? were you working with the enemy?”

“anything can be turned into a weapon in the wrong hands.”

“you know what it means to make hard choices.”

“we do what we must to survive. we compromise, just enough to get by.”

“cities are like people. they always have their dark sides.”

“seems pretty dark on all the sides, these days.”

“no one who's been sent there has ever been heard from again.”

“any resistance and they'll send everything they've got at us.”

“it's time to stop hiding. it's time to fight.”

“how are you still alive?”

“you betrayed us.”

“i stopped you from killing innocent people.”

“not everyone out there is the enemy.”

“you have to make hard decisions. that's what it means to fight a war.”

“i thought you were on our side. on my side.”

“you've forgotten what you're fighting for.”

“you're not fighting for anything you love, you're fighting because of hate!”

“wait...was this a test?”

“this is important! don't you care?”

“you dare tell me i should care?”

“have you watched your whole world burn down around you?”

“you can't make me believe you've lost hope. not you.”

“what are you doing here?”

“yeah, i wouldn't go in there.”

“love is brightest in the dark. remember that.”

“there's no such thing as angry spirits.”

“i don't have a choice. it's where i need to go.”

“the direct path is not always the best path.”

“you should be careful where you step.”

“what are you trying to prove?”

“maybe i'm trying to show you there are no easy journeys.”

“the map's unclear, but i got a hunch.”

“my problem is you're not taking me seriously.”

“you were a butcher.”

“i can still smell smoke when i go to sleep at night. it never really goes away.”

“war pushes us to the edge. some of us don't like what we find there.”

“it's true, isn't it? you have no humanity.”

“you know nothing of loss.”

“you're getting good at that.”

“it was nice to hear someone tell me i had something to offer the world.”

“nothing has made sense in a hundred years!”

“this isn't who you are.”

“it's all about games with you, isn't it?”

“let's play one final game.”

“can we do i-told-you-so later?”

“any chance i imagined that?”

“we've all seen enough death.”

“that's what you get for showing them compassion.”

“i think you should rest.”

“we have to leave. now.”

“what's going on? are we dead?”

“some of us have to fight, even when we don't want to. that's what it means to be in a war!”

“you'd have known about that if you'd been around, but you weren't.”

“in this world, you can't rely on anyone. even your friends.”

“as fun as this has been, it's time for the games to end.”

“this isn't a game!”

“cheater! you cheated!”

“you were wrong. you can rely on your friends.”

“you think like a child.”

“you wanna come with me?”

“everything i need is on this boat.”

#slipped the cabbage guy's scream in there just for the lulz tbh #rp memes #rp prompts #roleplay memes #roleplay prompts #sentence meme #sentence prompts #natla #natla meme #natla prompts

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୨୧ -- busy; s.r

spencer reid x singer!reader

warnings: cursing, angst -> fluff,

four weeks.

that's how long it had been since you had seen your boyfriend. he said time and time again that he would be able to make it home in time for whatever important event you had going on that you wanted him there for, but work always came up.

you didn't know what to think anymore. if it had really been work why had you been hearing from his friends more than him? they all work with him, wouldn't they be working too?

after a while the "sorry i can't make it anymore tonight" texts stopped coming, all the calls went straight to voicemail, and he would just not show up without any explanation at all.

your friends were asking you where he was, your parents wondering if you two were still together, even your makeup and hair crew were starting to ask about him.

it started to get humiliating. everyone wondering where your "perfect sweet boyfriend" was and you never had a straight answer.

of course you were worried about him, and over time you started to think nothing of it considering nobody on his team ever asked if you had seen him.

you were getting tired of it. the weeks on end of not hearing from him, having to attend events that he knew were important to you alone, coming home to an empty house every day.

enough was enough. you decided to finally confront him about all his excuses, and made your way to the bau headquarters in virginia unannounced.

once the elevator doors opened, you immediately saw penelope staring at you with wide eyes that had a hint of panic, clearly not expecting you to show up. but instead of greeting you like she normally would, she muttered a quick "hi" and made her way back into her office.

as soon as your eyes landed on spencer's desk, you noticed he was sitting there with a pile of case files surrounding him.

deciding you weren't going to make a scene in his workplace, you calmly approached him.

"spencer." you said sternly but calmly, quickly grabbing his attention as his head shot up in your direction the second he heard your voice.

his eyes looked exhausted, with dark circles and heavy bags. you could tell he hadn't been sleeping as much as he should be.

quickly gathering his files to make them neat and organizing himself he said "y/n, hi. i, uh. i wasn't expecting you"

giving him an unimpressed look as walking towards the elevators, he already got the notion that you wanted him to follow you. so, he grabbed his satchel and asked jj if she could finish some case files for him as he followed behind you.

"there's a lot to talk about" was the first thing you said once the elevator doors closed, not even facing spencer as you spoke.

out of the corner of your eye, you could see him looking at you with some sort of sadness. he knows he fucked up big time. and he knows that you deserve an explanation.

once you got to the car, he insisted on driving like he usually does when you travel together, but this time you ignored his offers and headed straight for the driver's seat.

the drive home was unusually quiet. nothing but white noise from the soundproofing of the car and some music playing faintly in the background. "y/n.." spencer said breaking the silence once you pulled into your home, turning his head to look at you.

"i'm so sorry i was gone. you didn't to be left alone for so long." he said.

"i don't want an apology, spencer. i want an explanation. you can't just disappear on me for almost a whole month, not return any of my texts, calls, and even goddamn emails and then say you're sorry." you said, speaking while exiting the car and making your way to the door, spencer following closely behind you.

dropping his satchel on the floor next to the door, he said "i know i shouldn't have been gone and if you want an explanation i need you to listen to me."

sitting on the couch and finally turning to look at him, you gave him the chance to properly communicate to you why he had basically abandoned you.

"fine." you said, "tell me the reason why you were gone for four weeks with no explanation."

"there was this case at work-"

"oh bullshit, spencer." you interrupted, "if there was this case at work, how come the rest of your team were answering my messages, and returning my calls. so don't tell me a case came up because i know damn well it would not have taken four weeks."

"y/n if you could just listen to me for one second." he said, slightly raising his voice to get his annoyance across but enough enough for it to be a yell or shout.

you didn't give him a response, but instead rolled your eyes and slouched back into the couch.

"there was a case. it's just that i had to be undercover which would've taken more time than a usual one where i'm only gone two or three days." he said, keeping a calm tone to not trigger any more anger out of you. "the reason why you heard more from the team members than me is because their job was to work on the case from the bureau, not in the field."

"spencer.." you said, not a hundred percent convinced with his reasoning but somewhat believing him, "why wouldn't you tell me you had to go undercover or at least give me some sort of heads up before you went into the field. you know how worried i was about you? when you suddenly stopped replying to me, suddenly stopped coming home?"

he sat down next to you and sighed. "i know. i should have. and you have to believe me, i tried convincing emily but she said i couldn't if we wanted the plan to work. i can't begin to imagine how stressful and anxious the time must have been for you and i'm so sorry about that. i should've told you regardless of protocol, and i wish i did."

looking at him, you reach over to play with the strands of hair sitting on his forehead. "as much as i hate what you did, and i'm still angry at you.. i guess i forgive you." he smiled as you said that.

"but just know that if you ever do that again i'm dumping you." you said, completely serious about your threat.

he smiled, happy at the outcome of the situation "noted. by the way, i'll be asking emily for some time off. to make up for the time i spent away from you. and we can catch up on all the things i missed, and spend every second with each other." he said, pulling you in by your waist and planting a kiss on your forehead.

smiling up at him, you said "i'd like that. oh, and. i thought you should know that you'll be coming with me to all my fittings and rehearsals this week. big event within the next month that you need to get a new suit for."

"that's alright with me"

idk how to feel about this.. it kinda lost track of the main plot i guess? but i hope u enjoyed reading

#swtnrcmnt ۵ #spencer reid #spencer reid x fem!reader #spencer reid x singer!reader #spencer reid x famous!reader #spencer reid blurb #spencer reid angst #spencer reid fluff #criminal minds #criminal minds x fem!reader

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br-kker · 2 years

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So You Won't Be Alone - S. "Eraserhead" Aizawa

Pairing: Shouta "Eraserhead" Aizawa X Reader (platonic/familial, gender-neutral).

Media: My Hero Academia

Content and/or Warnings: Panic attack, possible implications that the reader (gender neutral) has an anxiety/panic disorder, crying, language, stress, student and Aizawa hug (PLATONICALLY), Dadzawa, possibly OOC Aizawa.

(A/N: I want to mention that I am in no way a psychologist, nor am I an expert on this subject. I am merely speaking from my own experiences from my own anxiety. Did I mention this is completely platonic? It is merely a teacher helping a student come down from a panic attack. Don't interpret this as anything more than a platonic/family relationship. Thank you!)

It came so abruptly. It came with a cause, but no warning.

And, of course, it had to happen in the middle of fucking class. Let's pray to whoever that nobody notices.

If (Y/N) didn't want that, they shouldn't have gotten placed into Class 1-A.

They sat in the desk at the back, right by Mineta and Yaoyorozu. Everyone was off talking to whomever before class started. Except for (Y/N), who was trying to steady their mind by drumming their fingers on the desk.

(Y/N) knew that they were feeling off that day. In fact, they've known ever since they came to UA High. Being in Japan's top Hero school naturally comes with stress, but some people know how to manage it better.

(Y/N) was unfortunately not one of those people. The stress got to their head now more than ever, as they looked around frantically telling their mind to knock it off.

Mr. Aizawa walked into the class, "Alright, sit down. You've had your fun." he grumbled as the students rushed back to their desks.

'Oh shit, oh shit, oh shit!' (Y/N)'s mind screamed at them. Aizawa gathered a stack of papers and dropped the bottom of them on the desk. He did this a few more times to ensure the stack of graded assignments are perfectly aligned with each other.

'I'm toast!' They looked at their fellow classmates; some were a bit nervous, while most others were completely fine.

"When I say your name, come and get your test." He said, completely stone-faced. He looked at the students, keeping a close eye on (Y/N)'s figure.

"Sato. C-

Asui. B.

Kirishima. D.

Iida. A+

Kaminari..." Aizawa sighed, not needing to say the letter as Kaminari did the Walk of Shame up to his sensei.

"(L/N). See me in the hallway." (Y/N)'s eyes went wide as they got up and trembled their way into the hallway, meeting a cross-armed Aizawa.

Aizawa was studying (Y/N) throughout the class period, and he concluded very easily that they were screaming the signs of a panic attack. Their trembling figure and increased breathing is a dead giveaway that his student is currently fighting a battle in their mind.

And he'll be damned if he lets his student fight this battle alone.

Standing on adjacent sides of the hallway, (Y/N) was the one to speak up. "H-How b-bad?" They barely managed to say through their stuttering, cracking voice.

"That's not why I brought you out here. Is there anything troubling you want to talk about?" He asked, not necessarily asking what's happening at home, but of the conflict in their mind.

They frantically shook their head as tears ran down their reddened face, as if to tell the tears to stay in. Now hyperventilating, they slid down the wall and brought their knees tightly to their chest.

Aizawa crouched down to their level and placed his hand on their shoulder. Immediately, (Y/N) wrapped their arms around his neck and sobbed into the black abyss of his Hero outfit, holding on for dear life.

He wrapped his arms gently around their back and rubbed their back, much like a parent would for their kid.

"Hey, hey. I'm not going anywhere, but you need to settle down." He spoke in a comforting tone, much different than his stern voice. Aizawa looked at the clock and saw that class was going to end soon.

'Damn, why couldn't time stop for (L/N)?' He thought.

"Let's work on your breathing, ok? Repeat what I do. Inhale, 1-2-3. Hold it, 1-2-3. Exhale, 1-2-3. Good job." He still praised them, despite their breaths being very shaky.

"Let's redo those steps again." He repeated the breathing, with (Y/N) following along to the best of their abilities. After a few minutes of the breathing routine, (Y/N)'s breathing was still sporadic, but stable for the most part.

"Do you want to talk about what's on your mind?" They looked up, their eyes still glassy and their face red. They shook their head and wiped their nose on the sleeve of their school jacket while sniffling. He nodded, completely understanding. There's no doubt that there's snot on my clothes, Aizawa concluded.

"(Y/N), let me know when these things happen. I'll be here to help you." He said, pulling them in for another hug.

"I'll be damned if I let you fight this battle alone."

(A/N: Shoutout to my biology teacher for being the most awesomest fucking guy and letting me cry my eyes out in the biology lab. Yeah, this came to me after yesterday, when my first real friend in years graduated high school and that got me, y'all. I needed to write something, and I'm very pleased with how this turned out! The title comes from one of my favorite songs: "Indifference" by Pearl Jam. Such a gut punch, but it's fucking awesome. As I'm writing this, there is 140 updoots on my other Aizawa oneshot?! You guys are madlads, thank you so much!! I hope this brings some comfort to you guys, because who doesn't love Dadzawa?

Signing off for now,

-Libby)

#anime #mha #boku no hero academia #my hero academia #bnha #shouta aizawa #aizawa x gender neutral reader #aizawa fanfiction #shouta aizawa x reader #dadzawa #dadzawa x reader #platonic bnha

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pinketine · 9 months

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Niki QSMP Stream Summary #1 - 28/08/23

This is mostly for my friend Alto @alt0stratuscloud, to make his life easier as she tries to keep up with every pov under the sun

I will be doing my best to do this for all of Niki's streams, but this one is a bit flawed due to me having spent a good portion of it travelling.

That being said, all under the cut!

-Niki spawns in a snowy and icy prison cell, she leaves after grabbing this book

"Prepare to go outside by collecting the following: A,B,C,D,E"

-Niki finds a kitchen area, before meeting Ironmouse, Rivers, Tubbo and Willy

-They briefly discuss being in jail, in which Niki defends Mouse being Satan as a reason why she shouldn't be in jail

-Niki's stream crashes, and she is left behind as a result

-She walks around looking for other people

-She sees a guard and is alarmed, before entering the mineral area

-She walks up and down, only hearing people and seeing nametags before meeting up with Tubbo and Willy

-She talks to Tubbo, who jokes with her about a QSMP ghost before revealing he also knows nothing and leaves

-She travels to wood, makes some tools, goes back to minerals, goes mining and upgrades her tools

-She meets German, Lenay, Polis, and later on Tina

-She talks more to Mouse, and Mouse gives her headpats. Niki says they're friends

-She decides to breed the chickens for extra food, and while gathering seeds, declares she would find peace in being a farmer

-The chickens died, which upsets her before she realises it from a cactus. Rationlising it as natural selection, she cooks them

-Niki suggests they fish for enderpearls, before everyone runs back to their cells after being told to do so

-Niki debates leaving her cell -"I'm not the first one to break a rule. I'll do it if other people do, but I'm not the first one to break a rule" -She then steps outside the cell, before being convinced to go back in

-The server then crashes (Quackity pay for the damn thing ffs)

-Niki leaves the cell again, only for a guard to scare her off -A guard gives her an elevator on her way back, and tells her to wait to use it

-She talks about how she didn't expect to be caught for her (unspecified) crimes, and the guard keeps checking on her to make sure she's still in the cell

-After a while, she assumes it is time and places the elevator in the corner of her cell

-She then wanders around her cell and finds this

jumps down, and finds this

-Since it's a 2 block tall hole, she's trapped, and asks for help in the chat

-She is then teleported to the main group, and is very happy to see Phil, who gives her a lot of avacado toast. She's also happy to see several others, such as Quackity, Foolish and Slime

-After watching most of the new group introduce themselves, it becomes her turn

-"Hi, I'm Niki Nihachu, and I speak German, English and Spanish."

-She takes a liking to Etoiles, and while everyone flees the building, she's at the front following Fit, and gives Forever toast on the way out

-Everyone gets teleported to Spawn

-She goes off with Phil, and chats with him about how bloody loud everyone is together

-"I am here now. I will bring the peace. I will bring the peace and quiet."

-She then makes a crack about being used to joining servers in the middle of wars and Phil then shows her the fed building, and tells her not to trust them

-They then go on a tour lead by Cellbit and Phil and meet Richarlyson. Niki is immediately endeared, murmuring "a little egg...". Cellbit tells them not to trust Cucurucho, and theorises that he and the federation could be the reason the new members were iced and lost their memories. Niki wonders what they did to deserve that.

-Niki states that she wants to work against the feds and break their rules, and shows interest in getting weapons to fight like Etoiles does. He also gives her a backpack and some diamonds.

-The tour continues, and they meet Pomme, who Niki is also very endeared by, remarking that she's very cute. Pomme gives her a flower, and Niki says she'll try to remember everyone who has given her a gift.

-After being downed by a meature, Pomme revives her and Richas gives her slime boots. She briefly asks who Mr Mustard is before moving on. Etoiles gives her a diamond backpack, replacing her previous one.

-She hears about Tallulah's parental situation and asks if she's lonely. She also says it's good to know about BBH's whole Skeppy thing.

-They arrive at the Favela, where she realises she has been wearing a zombie horse head the whole time. Pomme gives her a crown to replace it

-They meet Dapper, and she loves his armour and then his little top hat and suitcase

-While AFK, Richas leaves her this sign which she doesn't see

-They then go to the strip club, which Niki is very impressed by aesthetic-wise. However, she doesn't know where to look once everyone starts pole dancing. She then sees Tina there, and they talk a bit. Tina says that Niki looks perfect with her crown on, and Niki says that Tina always looks perfect. Tina says that the men are loud, and Niki laughs and agrees

-She then wants to go talk to Phil, and asks Dapper where he is. After being given instructions to his house, they meet up at Spawn. He says that Tallulah is excited to meet Niki. They go to hide and seek

-She meets Tallulah, who says she's very pretty, and gives her a poppy that Niki promises to treasure

-"Tallulah, you never have to feel lonely again"

-Phil says he wants them to hang out sometime later, and tells Tallulah that Niki is part of the family like Tubbo

-Niki states that she wants her base to be completely pink and cute, and Phil promises to give her pink wood saplings for that

-Niki likes Tallulah's flute playing, and Tallulah gives her pink dye for her backpack. After dying her backpack, Tallulah gives her a kovan flower, telling her she can display it on her backpack because it's pretty like Niki. Phil says he knew they'd get along like a house on fire, and Niki says she'll remember that Tallulah's favourite colour is purple, and offers to teach her German after they speak in Spanish a bit

-Niki then backs away from the conversation, and Tallulah asks if she's ok. She reassures Tallulah

-They go to Phil's house, where Niki looks at Chayanne's revenge drawings and meet an asleep Chayanne

-Phil gives her the pink tree saplings and bonemeals

-They then go to Tallulah's room in the Ninho, where Phil tells them that the eggs are often in a lot of danger, upsetting Niki

-"Tallulah I will protect you with my life. I will protect all the eggs with my life"

-Niki says the Code sounds terrifying

-They got back to Chayanne's room, and Phil questions Etoiles about Niki and Tubbo's diamond backpacks. She backs up Etoiles by saying she founds hers on the ground. He then says she also founds diamonds on the ground and throws more of them at her

-They leave, and Etoiles tells Niki about the flower biomes in which she decides she wants to find

-Cellbit and Richas show up

-Tallulah asks if Niki wants to see her casa, which Niki does

-They got to Tallulah and Wilbur's house

-Niki asks if Tallulah built all of this, Tallulah says Wilbur built it for her before he went on tour. Niki tells Tallulah that she's actually very good friends with Wilbur, and is excited for when he comes back home from touring

-Tallulah says that she's really happy to hear that, and Niki says that Wil is great, and that she's sure he'll come back soon

-They got inside the torre, and Niki reads the signs on the wall

-Tallulah says Wil told her to write signs and books as memories, and Niki tells her he'll be really happy to read them

-Niki marks the waystone to their home

-Tallulah tells Niki about her botanical garden, which Niki marvels at and promises to help Tallulah with. Tallulah tells her she's always welcome there

-She promises Tallulah that she will be back very soon, and that Tallulah will never have to be lonely again. Tallulah says it was nice to meet her, and tells her to be safe and that she will wait for her

-Niki disconnects! She's very happy with being on the QSMP, and says it's the cutest server. Everyone is nice, and funny, and sweet. She says if it wasn't for irl plans, she'd be online all night!

-She says she'll try to be online tomorrow (tonight), but might oversleep. If she's not online today, she'll be online on Wednesday,

-She wants to bring back her chill late night building streams

Stream end!

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Okay short silly idea because requests are still open!! My birthday is on Valentine's day and I just love imagining how Eddie would react to that. Maybe his crush just casually brings it up in conversation and then goes on about how it's the worst holiday to have a birthday on because nobody's ever asked them out so it always ruins the holiday and birthday (can confirm it sucks) and Eddie's just like "well, I know what day I'm confessing on!"

Sorry if that's totally incoherent my brain is not doing good right now. I've been crying and need a pickmeup so even just some thoughts about this would be nice. Have a good day sweetie 🥰

asdfghjkl. i love this idea, imagine how soppy he'd be.

"This sucks ass!" Rolling your eyes an exasperated sigh leaving your lips, pushing your lunch around the metal tray with your fork. Looking around the cafeteria everyone was giving their boyfriends, girlfriends and crushes cards and gifts.

"Fuck Valentines"

"Right?" You laughed, looking towards the end of the table, big brown eyes staring back at you. You see, That's Eddie. Edward Munson to be precise, the guy who took you under his wing when you started Hawkins high, a nervous little nerd who just wanted to play d&d and spend time in the library. Eddie really brought you out of your shell, you'd even cuss sometimes but walking round in your new Hellfire club shirt with a bunch of new friends really made you feel like you belong, even though the group got tormented on a daily basis, you fit in with them and you had friends so the taunts were worth it. Little did you know ever since that day Eddie saw you, he was crushing on you. Hard.

"I don't get the hype personally, its one day a year man. Shouldn't you love them every day? It's a money maker for gullible people, big companies want to cash in" leaning back in his chair and kicking his feet up onto the cafeteria table, crossing them he laughed "Never had a card, don't want one, especially covered with hearts 'n shit. So in two days' time it will be just me strumming my sweetheart in my room" Eddie winked at you which automatically sent your cheeks rosy, of course you knew he meant his guitar but the aching in the pit of your stomach wanted otherwise.

"I don't get cards anyway, 'cos god forbid someone sees and thinks it's a valentines one" shaking your head, you gathered your things as the bell rang to end lunch, nodding your head to signal bye you head towards your next class.

Eddie had a puzzled look on his face as he took hold of his metal lunch box, grabbing Dustin by the collar, pulling him towards him "Why does she speak in code man?" As Dustin prized Eddies hand off his shirt collar he responded "Eddie, Eddie, Eddie. No wonder you didn't graduate if you thought that was code?! It's her birthday on Valentine's day dude, a Balentine's if you will" Dustin looked immensely proud of his remark but Eddie did not.

"I swear man, you didn't tell me because?" Eddie pinched the bridge of his nose, taking in a deep breath, a little irritated at the fact he didn't know when your birthday was, especially since he was literally in love with you.

"I thought you already knew? Especially cos you're like in love with her. Also, will you just ask her out because love sick Eddie is actually annoying as shit" Dustin chuckled as Eddie shoved him in the shoulder

"Henderson!! Meet me at my van after school, i have an idea" Eddie yelled over to Dustin with a raised eyebrow and a smirk as he made his way out the cafeteria

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Valentine's day, your birthday, fuck. The day was here, just a card from your mom and a joint one from Jeff and Gareth. It was clear they'd made it themselves last minute but you cherished it all the same. Every time you heard a noise, you'd run to the window to see if the flag was up on the mailbox, much to your dismay - nothing. It was the same every year but somehow you thought this year would be different, maybe a card from Eddie or maybe a phone call? You wished for a card from him. Hell, you'd dreamt about it, not a birthday card but a Valentines one. You really had fallen hard for this boy, ever since that day you met him, as soon as you tripped over his shoe, books flying down the corridor. He tells everyone it was your shirt he noticed first, a witty d&d pun on the front of it but that's not the case. Your eyes, big and sparkling, that's what he noticed first, oh and the fact you had really soft hands which he didn't want to let go of when he grabbed them to stop you falling flat on your face. But nevertheless there was a last minute d&d meeting called at 7pm tonight, at least you'd see someone bar your mom on your birthday.

"Sinclair, if you just.. a little.. higher. No, lower, left a bit.." Eddie ran his hands over his face, stressed at the multiple instructions he's had to give, which seem to be going in one ear and out the other.

"Henderson, if you put it any lower it might aswell be on the god damn floor. If you want something doing.." Snatching the sheet away from Dustin and Lucas, Eddie pressed the tack through the sheet into the wall, hanging it up. Although lob-sided the three of them stood back, admiring the hard work. Well, Eddies hard work.

"So? It's perfect isn't it?" A smile spread across Eddies face as he stared at his masterpiece, hung on the back wall in the room where the members of Hellfire gathered to play D&D.

"I mean, it's alright? Erm, what is it?" a comment from Lucas which earned him an elbow to the ribs from Dustin.

"OW!"

"You can clearly see what it is, shit-head" Dustin spoke through gritted teeth and widening his eyes, trying to signal Lucas to just stop talking

"Are we looking at different things? 'Cos that isn't wha-"

"SHUT UP" Eddie yelled at the pair.

"Jesus Christ" Dustin mumbled "It looks... great"

"It's perfect. She'll love it. So Henderson..." Eddie spun on his heel, almost bouncing on them, facing the curly haired boy. "The plan, 7pm. You know what you need to do? The 'meeting' is all set up, I'll be here, waiting."

"So, are you driving us then?" Looking at Dustin and Eddie with a serious face, Lucas never ceased to amaze. Does that boy listen? like ever?

"Christ. How is Eddie driving us when he needs to be here? Earth to Lucas, is anybody working inside there?" Dustin knocks his knuckles on the side of Lucas' head, shaking his own in disbelief that he even associated with someone who had a lower IQ.

"How you two are still alive, I'll never fucking know. Anyway. 7pm, SHARP, You got that? I'm talking to you Sinclair"

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"Happy Val-Birth-tines Y/n" Dustin and Lucas shouted at the same time, although Dustin was perfectly happy saying 'birthday' Lucas confused him by saying Valentines, so that's how the words came out. A chuckle left your lips as did a 'Thank-you' as you stood your bike up on the grass

"To Hellfire" Dustin bellowed trying to put on a deep voice and outstretching his arm forward with a pointed finger.

The ride wasn't all that long, a quick 15 minutes and you were placing your bike wheel into the stand alongside Dustin and Lucas who were now sharing glances between each other. Making your way inside you were talking away to the boys

"..Yeah that's what i was saying. So why did we need an emergency meeting? Has something happened with the campaign?" Placing one hand on the double doors to Hellfire you turned your head to look behind you for an answer

"Dustin? Lucas? Hey?" Your brows furrowed, how had they just disappeared like that? Shrugging your shoulders you pushed the doors open and stepped inside.

The room was pitch black, "7pm, they said. I can't see anything and they've disappeared" you huffed, fumbling your hands over the wall, looking for a light.

Baby, i get so scared inside and i don't really understand,

Is it love that's on my mind? Or is it fantasy.

Heaven is in the palm of my hand,

and it's waiting here for you.

The sudden sounds of Ozzy and Lita gave you a fright, clutching at your chest you looked around you as the twinkle of fairy lights turned on, one by one. An old sheet hung up on the back wall, red paint splattered over it reading ‘Happy Balentines Y/n’.

"Y/n.." Eddie emerged out of the darkness, the soft twinkle of the lights reflected off his big chocolate brown eyes.

“Eddie? What’s going on? Oh my god, is this a new campaign?” You bounced on the balls of your feet in excitement as Eddie was stood directly in front of you, the double doors behind you wafted shut and as you looked over your shoulder you could just see the curls of Dustin’s hair retreating down the corridor. Those little shits.

“Y/n? Hey..” Eddie beamed, grabbing your attention, taking your hand into his, shyness overtook you, which didn’t happen in front of Eddie too often anymore. You cheeks burned crimson, looking up at him through your eyelashes you melted upon his gaze.

“It’s not a new campaign” Eddie let out a quiet laugh, running his thumb over your hand.

“Listen, sweetheart.. I.. Fuck. Look at you. You’ve been carved by the angels huh?” The soft glow of lights bounced off your face, highlighting all the right places. His eyes scanned your features closely, like it was the first time he’d ever really, properly looked at you.

“What I wanted to say is..” cupping your face with his large, calloused hands, he took a breath “Y/n, when I first saw you and, and I grabbed your hand to stop you falling, that’s when I knew.. I never wanted to let that hand go. Jesus Christ, I’m so fucking in love with you Y/n.” Eddie gently placed his other hand on the left side of your chest “I could feel it straight away, in here. In my heart, fuck. It beats so fast whenever I see you, I swear I could explode.”

Tears stung the corners of your eyes, you couldn’t quite believe this was happening, no-one had ever done anything like this for you before. Hell, you’d never had someone in love with you before. Eddie could see the tears pooling and he automatically thought he’d fucked everything up, his hand slowly moved from your cheek and chest.

“Shit, shit, shit. No this was too much. I shouldn’t have. I always fuck shit up. ‘Be brave and tell her’ I said, don’t run away from it and look where I am now.” breathing out a big sigh, Eddie sat perched on the table with his head in his hands.

“Eddie?” moving in front of him, you returned the favour of cupping his face with your hands this time, tenderly tipping it up to look at you “This, all of this? It was perfect, you’re perfect. You have no idea” the corners of your mouth twitched up into a smile as did his, arms snaking around your waist.

“Nothing like taking your time Munson, I’ve only been in love with you since like always..” the dulcet sound of giggles left your lips as he tightened his grip around your waist and grinned from ear to ear

“Happy Balentines Baby”

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I mean.. I’m not overly happy with this but it’s soppy Eddie right?😭

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