and when he felt her hand on his lips he couldn't help himself

Fanfiction Shenanigans [Steve Rogers x Reader]

Requested by: @luxdxvine (I can’t tag you for some reason??) :: The avengers bring the reader and Steve together through fanfictions written for just them.

A/N: I couldn’t stop writing this fic and it’s kinda dragged and veryyyy long, therefore brace yourself. I apologise in advance and thank you for bearing with me. (Criticism welcome.)

Tony Stark strutted into the common room of the avengers, a place where they all hungout when nobody was on a mission. His patent smirk was plastered on his face as he sauntered into the midst of the other avengers, with the exception of you and Steve Rogers.

“What you got up your sleeve, man?” Sam asked, noticing Tony and his grin.

Bucky, Natasha, Clint and Vision looked up at the philanthropist while Wanda busily dealt cards to everyone.

“What I’m going to tell you is more fun than any game of cards you’ve played,” Tony declared, whipping out his phone.

“Please, Stark, we aren’t interested in the new tech you’ve come up with,” Natasha commented.

“It’s not tech, although that would be something. Anyway, it’s about Capsicle and Y/N,” Tony divulged.

“..Really? The fact that they’re attracted to each other? Old news, Grandma,” Natasha said casually.

Bucky looked at Natatsha in horror. “WHat?”

“Ol’ Buck doesn’t know,” Sam interjected.

“Everyone knew? Why didn’t I?” Bucky questioned.

Everyone shrugged at the soldier who looked a little angry.

Tony cleared his throat and continued,”Well it is obvious they’re in love but they’re not doing anything about it and it’s making me crazy. I decided that we must take matters into our own hands.”

“We’re listening,” Nat and Wanda said in unison.

“That’s the spirit,” Tony said, a wider smirk playing at his lips.

**

You entered the room to find the avengers sitting huddled around Tony who was talking. Your eyes automatically started to look for a particular avenger but you shook your head. You had to stop.

You walked to the huddle and everyone whirled to look at you, a grin on most of their faces. Your forehead furrowed in confusion. “What’s up?”

“It’s nothing,” Tony blurted quickly, starting to put the phone he’d been reading from into his pocket.

Just then Steve entered the room and you stiffened. Why he had this effect on you, you’d never know. But one look at him, his perfect greek-god like built, his kind blue eyes and perfect lips and you were a goner.

You turned your focus to Tony, trying to no think about Steve who walked over to stand beside you. That wasn’t helping.

“I want to know! What were you guys reading?” you demanded.

“It’s nothing, Y/N,” Bucky said, sounding unconvincing.

“Do you want me to use my power to take it from you, Tony?” you commanded.

“Alright alright,” he deadpanned. Steve looked at him questioningly. It was very unlike Tony Stark to give into commands so easily.

“We were reading Captain America into Psych fanfiction,” Tony admitted.

Your jaw dropped. Did Wanda tell everyone? Only she knew about your little crush on Steve. So this is what it felt like, being stabbed in the back with a knife.

“What’s a fanfiction?” Steve queried, his brows knitting in confusion.

“Well..it’s something people or rather fans write. They write fictious stories about people or events that they would like to happen,” Natasha explained.

Steve still looked puzzled. Meanwhile you were sure you were going to drown in embarrasment.

“We were reading fanficition about you and Y/N,” Sam added.

You almost expected Steve to start laughing at this absolute stupidity but all he said was,”They want me and Y/N to happen?”

Where was the nearest balcony? You ought to jump off one.

“Yeah well,”Tony said, trying to keep fom smiling.

Steve glanced at you and judging you by your neutral expression he said, “Well it’s not like it’s real or anything.”

Whoever said about words not harming anyone. What he said made your heart clench with sadness, you always hoped he’d like you back but here was the truth, waving at you in your face.

Hurt, you managed to croak,”Yeah, keep reading Stark, this should be fun.”

That’s right, hurt yourself more.

Tony, obviously enjoying this, obligied immediately. The other avengers sat themselves around him, while you found a place next to Wanda and Steve squeezed himself between Bucky and Clint.

Clearing his throat, Tony continued where he’d left off, “Y/N lay in Steve’s arms, as the soldier whispered silent prayers into the night. Y/N was barely breathing. Steve brushed her hair off her face and caressed her cheek. ‘Please, don’t die,’ the avenger said. ‘Please, Y/N, I love you.”

Tony paused for a second and you wanted to strangle him. Steve glanced at you and you looked back, his face, unreadable.

Why were they doing this? Was this a joke to them? Steve clearly didn’t know and didn’t share the same feelings. It was merely a passtime for him. But hearing everything you wanted to happen aloud, was humiliating. But you were brave, you couldn’t let Steve know.

“Why are you reading soapy, dramatic stuff? Isn’t there anything that’s fun?” You asked, putting on an impassive face.

“Ooh the lady wants fun,” Clint said, grinning at you. You smiled back at him, hoping nobody could hear your heart thudding against your chest.

“Here’s something fun. Do you want me to read smut?” Tony questioned, his eyebrows arched and mocking.

Bucky, Sam and Clint burst out laughing, Nat following in a second later.

Congratulations, you played yourself.

“What’s smut?” Steve asked, earning a groan from everyone.

“It’s sexual intercourse and everything​related in writing, Mr. Rogers,” Vision piped and Steve’s eyes widened at the mention of the word.
His ears redened and he couldn’t bring himself to look at you. Nor could you look at him.

“Not​ that. Go on to something else,” Steve muttered.

“C'mon Capsicle,” Tony urged and before waiting for an answer, started to read.
“Lust and love blazed in Steve’s eyes as Y/N stood before him, dressed in satin lingerie.”
That earned some giggles.
Your head was going to burst, you thought.

“Pining Y/N against the wall, Steve planted small kisses on her neck and moved onto her jaw, illiciting a moan from the beautiful maiden. Y/N pushed herself against the soldier, her hands grasping at his hair. Steve slid his hand up her thigh and Y/N shuddered at his touch.”

Wild fantasies involving the blonde soldier were storming in your brain one after one and if anyone read your mind they’d take you to be christined immediately.

Just when you thought​ things couldn’t get worse, Steve said,“ That’s not how I’d do it.”

Everything went dead still. You looked at the avenger and blinked. He wasn’t looking at you.

And then the other avengers started to scoff, Bucky whistling and Natasha winking at Steve.

You chuckled a little but your mind was already racing with the thoughts of what he would do and you hated yourself for it.

“Wanna write your own fic as to how it would go, Stevie?” Tony teased.

“No thanks,” Steve said, blushing.

You tried to gather yourself for what was yet to come.

“Y/N ripped the shirt off the Captain, and drank in the god-like built of her lover. She pulled him closer, biting at his lower lip. Steve slipped the satin straps off Y/N’s shoulder, his touch burning her skin. Steve trailed kisses down her neck and moved to her bre-”

You couldn’t take it anymore.
“That’s enough,” you said through gritted teeth.

Steve looked at you, he looked a little humiliated too…and was that sorry written on his face?

Tony looked scared for a second and then joked, “Atleast the fictious Steve’s getting some action.”

Steve’s face redened. You almost laughed but caught yourself…the others however, not so much.

“Steve, c'mon man, there’s got to be someone you like,” Sam asked, punching him playfully.

Steve remained silent. So the others, obviously moved on to the next victim, you.

“And you, Y/N?”

Of course there was someone. Of course you wanted to be with him. And obviously you couldn't​ ever have that.

“Yeah, there is someone,” you muttered.

Steve looked at you, a puzzled look on his face. You glanced at him and saw something like jealousy flash over his face. You blinked. All this fanfiction reading was playing with your mind.

Bucky scooted over to you.
“Is it anyone we know?”

“Uhuh.”
Why were you answering?

“Is it anyone in this room?” Clint piqued.

They all knew. Traitors.

“Uhuh.” you breathed, not looking up.

You managed to glance at Steve. He was absolutely still and watching you carefully.

As if noticing your glance at the Captain, Natasha plodded, “Is it our beloved Steve?”

You were going to die.
“N-no.”

You could swear Steve looked crest-fallen.
He cleared his throat and said, “I just remembered, I have some work to do.”

He stood up and left, heading to the balcony.

As soon as he left, Wanda scrambled over to you and exclaimed, “What are you doing?!”

“Go talk to him you stupid thing!” Bucky cried.

All of them were talking over each other, asking you to go confront Steve.
Tired, you stood up and reluctantly followed Steve outside.

“Can we talk?” you called after the broad soldier.

He turned around and squinted at you. He nodded and beckoned you over.

Without thinking about the consequences or anything you marched upto him and began, “Listen, you’ve been a great confidante and friend. But everything I said back there was true except for the fact that.. that it is you, Rogers. I’ve been hopelessly in love with you for sometime now and I understand if this is not the case for you but all this,”-you gestured vaguely- “just made me want to tell you everything. I’m sorry if this is too awkward for you.. I just had to do it.”

Steve looked taken aback for a second. He blinked a couple of times before his beautiful blue eyes crinkled as he smiled down at you.

“I was heart broken when you said no to what Nat said and couldn’t take it anymore that’s why I had to walk out. The truth is Y/N…I’ve been in love with you for quite some time now too,” he confided.

You couldn’t believe your ears. The man of you dreams was actually in love with you too? You could almost cry. You, however, hugged him instead, burying your face in his hard, warm chest.

“FINALLY!” you heard Bucky scream from the door to the veranda. You heard a roar of laughter and giggles errupt from his side.

“Oh give us a moment​, you guys!” Steve hollered but he was smiling.

Just as Steve leaned down to kiss you, Nat yelled, “I think I’ll write a fanfiction about this!”

You smiled against his lips and kissed him.

Distance

The L.A night sky would have been dark and clear if it wasn’t for the moon being on show at 3AM. The bright night star had shone light through many windows, one of them being Harry’s bedroom window. 

Harry himself laid in bed with just a pair of tracksuits adorned on his legs whilst the duvet cover was placed up to his chest. He glanced at the moon before his eyes darted to the other side of the bed where he grabbed his phone from the pillow next to him.The side of the bed where she was supposed to be but wasn’t. Instead she was in their London home. Harry sighed unhappily at the fact that she was in London because throughout the course of their year long relationship,never had he slept in his L.A home,alone.

Nights alone were something that Harry detested deeply especially since she had come into his life.She brought many things to his life like comfort and feelings that he had never truly felt before.She gave him a sense of belonging; a sense of homeliness and that’s why he couldn’t sleep as well as he usually did when alone.He was both physically and mentally used to having someone to hold on to during the night. 

The IOS object that was held in his hand had lit up once Harry had pressed the home button.The lighted screen caused Harry to blink,eyes now trying to adjust to the light,biting the inside of his cheek as he stared at the photo of her.In the photo,she was trying to cover up her laughing face,but the smile was evident through the picture because she had barely managed to cover up her eyes.

Looking at the image brought all sorts of memories back.So many happy memories,so many enjoyable moments;it was quite sad that the contentment that the couple had,was left in the past.Harry hoped that the distance they both shared would come to an end so they wouldn’t have to go to the extreme of breaking up.

Breaking up.Just the thought of it made Harry’s heart clench.In no way would he himself allow that to happen but he couldn’t speak for her.Maybe she did want to break up.He wouldn’t be surprised if she did, with all the arguments they had within the past few months.The fights were all over the place..They were all over the place.If an object was in its wrong place,then a storm would be created.Harry blamed it on the stress of their daily lives and so did she.However,he didn’t know that she blamed it on the stress and neither did she know that he blamed it on the stress because all they did was let their distance become even bigger. 

If she did want to break up..Fine!But he wasn’t going to give up on her without a fight.She was worth a million fights,worth any abuse;it was if she was his trophy.Harry hated to objectify anyone especially her,however the truth is the truth.She was like one of those trophies that every football team wanted,that every country wanted; the World Cup in this case and as cheesy as it may sound,she was exactly that - his world.

Unlocking his phone, Harry pressed ‘messages’ and began to compose a text to his sister.


Harry  Gemma

I messed up big time and I don’t know what to do.The thing is,I don’t know how I messed up.

I don’t fucking know.

Maybe it’s cos I lied to her and came to L.A but I couldn't help it Gem.I couldn’t.

All we ever do is fight and I fucking hate it.I don’t like fighting with her cos all we ever do is tear each other part.

You know when I'm back in London living in the spare room? I hear her cry,full on crying.Her crying hurts me, makes me feel like I'm being stabbed continuously.

It hurts but then I realise that she’s crying because of me and it makes everything worse.

I'm her bloody boyfriend and by being her boyfriend,I’m not supposed to make her cry.

I'm supposed to make her happy.

That’s the reason why I came here,so I don’t hurt her anymore than I already have.

-

We used to be happy,you know that?So happy and then everything went downhill and here I am wondering if this the end of us.

I don’t want it to be the end,it can’t be.

I can’t imagine a life without her, she’s the one I'm supposed to be marrying.

Talk to her.


After having read Gemmas’ text,Harry couldn’t help but stare at it. 

He did want to talk to his girlfriend but he was nervous at the same time. ‘How will the conversation go?Will it end up with another fight?’ he thought.He considered sending her a text rather than call her but eventually thought better of it.

Harry exited his messages and found himself tapping the phone log.It was now or never because in the later morning, he wouldn’t have the courage to do it.

He tapped her name and then pressed the ‘green call button’ causing the number to dial.The dialling tone continued as Harry bit his lip,staring at the ceiling whilst breathing quite heavily.Boy, he was nervous.

The dialling tone ended, a word leaving his mouth as it did so. 

“Hey.”

A Blind Path Home, part 10

Steve Rogers x Reader

A/N: I obviously took some liberties with the storyline, but I tried keeping it as true as possible to the canon history. No beta used this time around, so excuse my mistakes.
Summary: It started with a blind date. A date you had skipped out on, but fate had led you right to the man you stood up. Steve Rogers, a man small in stature but big in heart. A chance meeting set everything in motion, but decades later when he is unfrozen, he has been told you have died. But when a mission to retrieve Hydra plans turned up some interesting information, Steve’s left to wonder whether you are still alive. Or is this all just false hope?Part One   Part Two   Part Three Part Four   Part Five Part Six Part Seven Part Eight  Part Nine

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Will You Fake Date Me? (Jimin Fluffy Imagine)
  • INT. Y/N'S HOUSE -- EVENING
  • Y/N sits on the couch enjoying a delicious bowl of popcorn. Her eyes are glued to the screen where a scary movie plays. Y/N's eyes widen in anticipation, her mouth ajar. She lifts a handful of popcorn to her mouth when-
  • JIMIN: Y/N!
  • Jimin barges through her front door. His small figure is illuminated by the moon of the dark night.
  • Y/N: AHHHHH!
  • By pure reflex, and not a hint of maliciousness, Y/N flings the tin bowl of popcorn at Jimin, showering her living room in kernels and nailing Jimin in the head.
  • JIMIN: OW! Y/N! What the hell?
  • Jimin massages the blow to his head.
  • Y/N: Jimin, I'm so sorry. Are you okay?
  • JIMIN: Yeah, I'm fine.
  • After hearing this, Y/N proceeds to smack Jimin upside the head.
  • JIMIN: OW!?
  • Y/N: That was for scaring me. How did you even get in here?
  • Jimin plops himself down on the couch with a sour expression and his hands rubbing the spot on his head that had received yet another blow.
  • JIMIN: The door was unlocked. You know for someone who watches a bunch of thriller movies, you really don't take all the necessary precautions.
  • Y/N sits beside him and pauses the movie.
  • Y/N: Why are you here? Shouldn't you be on a date with 'Super hot as fuck' Irene.
  • Y/N tries to pull off her best imitation of Jimin when she says, "Super hot as fuck" but her voice comes out a lot deeper than his.
  • JIMIN: Why don't we just call her 'Super hot bitch' 'cuz it turns she only asked me to come out to make Taehyung jealous.
  • Y/N: Seriously?
  • JIMIN: Yes seriously. I just can't believe I thought she actually wanted to go out with me. You know to actually date me.
  • Y/N pauses. She doesn't really know what to say in this situation. She's used to always being the one sulking and Jimin cheering her up.
  • JIMIN: Okay you can stop with the pity stares. I'll live.
  • Y/N: You came to the right place Jimin. My shoulders aren't as sturdy as Jin's but they are here for your tears.
  • Jimin bursts out laughing. Y/N flings kernels of popcorn on the couch at him.
  • JIMIN: That was terrible. Thank you.
  • Jimin sighs.
  • JIMIN: As much as I'd like to stop holding back my tears, I came here on strict business.
  • Y/N raises her eyebrow.
  • Y/N: I'm all ears Agent Chim.
  • JIMIN: I want you to fake date me.
  • Y/N pauses.
  • Y/N: If this were a movie, this would be the perfect moment for a spit take.
  • JIMIN: Y/N, I'm serious.
  • Y/N: You're joking.
  • JIMIN: I just said 'I'm serious'
  • Y/N: That's insane. Friends don't just fake date each other.
  • JIMIN: How would we know? To us it wouldn't be fake dating.
  • Y/N: Jimin, shut up. No way, I am not fake dating you.
  • JIMIN: Please, Y/N, I need your help.
  • Jimin grabs Y/N's hand in his. He tilts his head and pouts his lips. Y/N shakes her head at him.
  • Y/N: Why? Why would we even need to do this?
  • JIMIN: I want Irene to want me. I want her to see what she could have had. What we could have been.
  • Y/N frowns and pulls her fingers away from Jimin's
  • Y/N: Why do you like her so much?
  • JIMIN: What do you mean?
  • Y/N: What's so great about her? I mean yeah she's pretty and all but so are lots of girls. What's so different about her?
  • Jimin pauses. You can tell he's thinking pretty hard about this. He slumps back on the couch and stares into his lap.
  • JIMIN: Honestly I have no idea.
  • Y/N: See? You want to do all this for a girl you don't even really like.
  • JIMIN: I do like her. I just don't know what I like about her.
  • Y/N huffs and the two sit awkwardly in silence on the couch for a moment. A few times Jimin starts his sentence to name something he likes about Irene but then falls back into thought. Eventually Y/N breaks the silence and says.
  • Y/N: You know, if you had just asked me to go on a date with you, I would have said yes.
  • JIMIN: You mean like a real date?
  • Y/N: Yeah, a real date. I kinda get how you felt earlier about Irene using you to get to Taehyung now. And its not your fault. I should of told you earlier Jimin. I like you.
  • Jimin's eyes are wide. He stares at Y/N who is looking down into her lap awaiting for his response. Eventually she breaks the silence again.
  • Y/N: You're my best friend Jimin and I would do anything to help you but fake dating you would be so much harder for me than you think because that's probably the closest we would ever get to becoming more than friends.
  • Y/N gets up off the couch and slowly makes her way to the landing of the stairs.
  • Y/N: It's late. I'm going to bed. You can let yourself out. Goodnight Jimin.
  • Y/N reaches the first step of the stairs when Jimin calls-
  • JIMIN: Wait!
  • Y/N stops at the step and turns around to face Jimin.
  • JIMIN: When you asked me what I liked about Irene, I couldn't think of anything. But when you said what you said right now, I asked myself what I liked about you, and there were so so many reasons Y/N. I like everything about you. Even the annoying things aren't that annoying. Y/N, I think I like you too.
  • A/N:
  • Hello! This is my first time writing an imagine in screenplay format. I tried to incorporate both into one and this is what we got. I really hope you guys liked this because this was a lot of fun to write. Also to the Anon who requested this, I'm sure this wasn't what you imagined but I hope you liked it all the same. Thanks for all the support guys! Thanks @limseoyeon
  • ~Armygirl
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Day six of @kiribakuweek2k17 and I’m bringing more fluff!  Check the tags for more notes on this piece if you’re interested!

“You know I wanted to be there today.”

“I do.”

“It wasn’t my fault I got called in to work last minute.”

“I know that.”

“There was an emergency downtown and my Quirk was best suited—”

Eijirou.”

Kirishima snapped out of his rambling and turned at the sound of his name.  Bakugou sat up in bed with his arms crossed, watching Kirishima with a stern gaze. His book lay discarded on the nightstand and he had moved his glasses to the top of his head.  Kirishima chewed his lower lip.  He felt awful and the way Bakugou looked at him wasn’t helping.

“Come here.”

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oh my god, tempted by mcu fic ideas for the first time in a million years

nope. nope, not doing it. not even gonna entertain it.

EXCEPT I STARTED ENTERTAINING IT IN THE TAGS BUT THAT GOT WAY TOO LONG FAST, FUCK


but just–darcy though; she’s not gonna be in the next thor movie bc tptb always considered her a vestigial jane attachment anyways. and since natalie’s not coming back (for good reasons of course) then why would they bother bringing back the snarky sidekick?

but like, imagine in-verse something similar-ish happens? it would obviously depend on the in-universe explanation of why jane has up and disappeared and isn’t in this movie, but say jane and darcy for whatever reasons split ways. necessity or misfortune or darcy wants to take another stab at her own career field again. 

only things don’t work out.

it’s a shit economy and she’s been noodling around for like five years AFTER completing her polisci degree, and let’s face it her resume in the interim is–well–eccentric.

she’d expected job hunting not to be EASY, but impossible? well that caught her off guard.

so she’s in some city of relative size, not even new york because she couldn’t afford the rent anymore. she’s barely hearing from jane these days because jane’s on a project and it’s a stroke of luck if jane foster remembers to eat or wash her hair when she’s in High Science Mode, much less respond to email and text. erik started corresponding with her less and less the more he started coping, and that was BEFORE he got some new fancy secret government job.

things have gotten rough and she’s working crap jobs, maybe waitressing maybe retail, just trying to pay bills and figure out how the hell her life came THIS CLOSE to superheroes and alien demigods and action and adventure and things Really Happening, and still ended up HERE of all places.

she reads the headlines on her phone and she watches clips of the action on youtube, and she feels like she somehow fell out of the life she really should have been living, if she’d just found a way to hold on to it, to be invaluable, to seize opportunity, to really MATTER.

and she watched with despair as the sokovia thing and then corresponding accords happened, (and not a little outraged ranting about the absurd political maneuvering of it all and oh my god tony stark what are you DOING) and then it all went a little bit quiet for just a little while.

and a while later she’s busing tables or restocking pastries at a cafe or diner that pays a third of her rent, and clocks two shady as fuck beefy dudes at the table in the corner (backs to the walls eyes on the entrances/exits).

they seem to think they’re low profile with their ballcaps and hoodies and giant sunglasses and newspapers, but darcy lewis got within five feet of that star spangled square jaw one time and even said hi, and he keeps coming in with a short muscley black guy or the mangy looking brunette with the unseasonably long sleeves and gloves and that godawful haircut, and she is Not Stupid. 

but being Not Stupid means knowing steve rogers and friends are considered international fugitives, though she thinks for a moment–a breathless, adrenaline-buzzing moment–that they might somehow be here, in her shitty little diner/cafe in her mediocre little city ON PURPOSE–because she is.

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superlepato  asked:

Hi again!, so this is the idea, Tom goes through something similar the mewberty but for demons, basically for a short period of time their features changes, they get bigger, sharper and devilish (claws, teeth, horns, etc). Tom gets self conscious about it and hides away from Marco (he couldn't bear the idea of Marco finding him hideous), for the other hand Marcos is worried about the abrupt change in Tom's behavior (making excuses, cancelling plans).

Here you go! Sorry this took longer than i said, but my wifi is broken, I’m posting this at work lol. requests are still closed!!! I’m just posting some ones from earlier that got submitted. Enjoy!


Marco dialed the phone for the fourth time and made a face when he got sent straight to voicemail. Star entered the room, chewing on her wand and looked confused. “Hey what’s going on?” She asked, at seeing Marco’s stressed face.

“Well… Tom hasn’t answered his phone on a while. At first I thought he was just busy, but now I’m starting to get worried.” Marco explained. Star rolled her eyes.

“Oh Marco, what’s a few hours?” Star asked, flopping down on the bed. Marco shook his head and sat down.

“Star, it’s been a few days.” Marco told her. This was concerning, making Star sit up. “I think something is wrong. He won’t talk to me, but a few days ago he texted me and said he couldn’t go on our date we had planned.” He told her. “I’m starting to get really worried about him, that something bad happened.” Marco expressed.

“Did you go to his house?” Star asked. “Maybe he’s just home.” She suggested. Marco ran his fingers through his hair and picked his phone back up, gripping it.

“You don’t think I’m overreacting?” Marco asked. Star shook her head.

“To has never been this elusive. Especially not towards you. Just go check up on him.” Star urged. Marco nodded and grabbed the dimensional scissors off the table. He cut a hole in the air and dashed through to find his demon.

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Tom balled his hand up into fists, when he uncurled them he made a little whine when he saw his claws had grown longer and razor sharp. Tom put a hand over his mouth and felt the sharper teeth that were showing over his lip. He had teeth like an actual shark that were harder to hide than his normal ones. He tried to make his way to his feet but collapsed again when he felt the same pain in his back, two black and red, spiky wings were growing out and the feeling was incredibly painful.

Tom curled upon the floor like a cat and shut his eyes tightly, trying to block all of this out. It was becoming hard to see. And he was disoriented. Everything was sort of blurry and red, and every noise he heard set him off, wanting to attack or pounce. The last thing Tom wanted was to be some sort of demonic monster, so he tried to shut these urges out.

“Tom?” Tom’s head shot up at the noise and he growled, but when the figure stepped closer he gasped, trying to hold himself back. “Tom what happened to you!?” Marco cried, in fear. He tried to move closer to the demon but Tom hissed at him and backed away.

“Stay away Marco.” He growled through gritted teeth. Marco’s eyes widened.

“T-Tom? What’s wrong? Please let me help you.” Marco begged. Tom hissed again and retreated further into the dark corner. He didn’t want Marco to see him like this. He looked like a monster. He WAS a monster. To held his eyes shut and tried his best not to attack the human. He didn’t want to attack the human! But all these strange urges were forcing him to become more and more feral. His powers were stronger, and they were hard to control. Marco shouldn’t be around him now, he was dangerous.

“Leave. Now.” Tom hissed. “I don’t want you here.” He growled. Marco narrowed his eyes.

“That’s not true. You’re in pain, please let me help you. Tom, tell me what’s happening to you.” Marco took a step closer and Tom hissed at Marco, causing him to take a step back. Tom smiled sickly and growled.

“See, you’re afraid!” He hissed. “Go.” Tom commanded. Marco shook his head.

“No! I don’t want to go! I love you!” He insisted. Tom growled and ran forward on all fours, tackling Marco and seething, in an attempt to scare him away. Marco looked up and saw Tom had two extra eyes than normal, and his teeth were sharper, bigger and more jagged.

“HoW dO yOu LikE mE NOw?” Tom’s voice was disoriented and had some sort of echo. His eyes were lit up an angry red, but Marco didn’t buy it.

“I think  you’re just as scared as I am.” Marco spoke, his voice didn’t waver at all. Tom growled furiously and got up off the human. He stood to his feet and thrust his hand out, a force wrapped Marco up and he floated in the air upside down. Tom was surrounded by fire and had a large flame under Marco’s head.

“WhAt AboUT nOw?” Tom hissed, forcing a smile that made him look deranged. Marco smiled at the demon.

“I think we have a date to reschedule.” He beamed. Tom yelled and dropped Marco, setting the fire out so he wasn’t hurt. Marco smiled and looked up at the demon. “See? If you were a monster or something dangerous, you would have hurt me just now. But you put the fire out and let me down gently.”

“I DROPPED you!” Tom corrected.

“You tried to.” Marco added. “But you couldn’t really bring yourself to hurt me, could you?” He asked. Tom had more fire flare up around him and he raised a second set of arms that just appeared without notice. His giant evil looking wings spread and his eyes glowed up. Marco took a step closer. “I know you’re afraid, and you’re embarrassed about what’s happening to you.” He took a step forward and Tom seethed. “Let me help you, please Tommy.” Marco begged, tear welled up in his eyes.

At seeing this Tom gasped and his eyes dimmed. “Marco!” He cried. He landed in front of the human and gasped. “Please don’t cry! Marco please don’t cry!” He begged. Marco looked up and smiled through his tears.

“I knew you still cared about me.” He smiled. Tom stopped and took a step back. Marco smiled warmly and reached a hand out to him. “I know you still love me. Please let me help.” Marco begged this same plea again. Tom’s eyes watered and he dashed into the human’s arms, sobbing. Marco rubbed his back and smiled.

“I don’t know what’s happening to me.” He blubbered. Marco held him closer and Tom hiccuped.

“It’s all going to be okay. I’m here for you.” Marco hushed. “I’ll help you figure this out, I’m not going anywhere.” He pledged.

“What if I hurt you too?” Tom asked, in fear.

“You won’t, I trust you.” Marco assured. Tom snuggled closer to Marco and his sobs became less.

“You-you still like me… even like this?” Tom asked, unsure. Marco grabbed the demon and pulled him down into a kiss.

“I still LOVE you.”

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An addition to my song Book Collection fiction. My first RATED M, btw so just a heads up. BIG THANKS to @missshc for the inspiration. *wink, wink*

PENCIL SQUAD (and to anybody else who enjoyed Shamy’s collaboration) this one’s for you!

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How the Macaron Crumbles

The akuma was in the macarons. He’d seen it flutter and land onto the box, though half a second too late to give a warning. It was sort of lucky, Adrien thought, to know where an akuma was hiding before the victim had even been transformed. He could tell Ladybug.

It was also entirely unlucky that he was at ground zero for the transformation. Knowing where the akuma was would only help if he got away to transform before the victim started creating havoc, but he was stuck only half-risen from the bench to his feet, staring at Marinette’s back and her fist that was clenching and turning white-knuckled around the handle of the box of macarons.

He was going to have to apologize so much to Ladybug for getting Marinette akumatized. To Marinette, too, once Ladybug saved her. It was his fault–no, really it was just one of those things that couldn’t be helped, but he still could have handled it better!–he just… he loved Ladybug. And when she’d pressed, he’d told her exactly that.

His heart belonged to Ladybug, as ridiculous as that might sound to an ordinary citizen’s viewpoint. He couldn’t return Marinette’s feelings, and for that he was truly sorry. But sorry didn’t always soothe hurt feelings. It couldn’t always head off an akumatization. Hawkmoth’s dark butterfly had come.

…Of course it was the macarons she’d tried to give him as part of the confession that would get possessed. The innocent, delicious macarons. He wished they could have shared the box as friends, instead of–

“No.”

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Lost and Found

Contains end game spoilers and Ryder family secrets. 

When Jaal first sees Sara after her visit to the Hyperion her eyes are glistening with fresh tears. He doesn’t notice the faint smile tugging at the corner of her lips, he only sees what he assumes is pain hiding just underneath the surface as thin lines of salty tears run across her cheeks.

His arms wrap around Sara. There is a light squeeze which surrounds her as he voices his concerns. Is she alright? Did something happen? What can he do to help his Darling one?

Pure joyous laughter fills the air. It is confusing at first. Odd. Crying meant pain. Laughter meant joy. The two didn’t necessarily mess and yet, the small human he had come to love, expressed both simultaneously. Curious blue eyes focused on the bright endearing smile pulling at her lips- the tears slowly drying on her soft skin.

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pepcvina  asked:

I didn't want to request anything since your hands are still full with our trade...but I couldn't help it XD How about an AU with Zen and reader as co-actors? 😅😅❤❤👏👏

Please accept this request as a formal apology for taking so long with my part of our trade. (Okay, no but I really am sorry for the delay “OTL) Thank you for requesting!


It was Zen’s first major role to play in an actual film, and to be frank, he was nervous beyond belief. The actor only started out with small musicals, so acting for the big screen with different environments and sets and cameras everywhere was still a bit new to him. At the same time, however, Zen understood that he was able to climb up all the way here by his hard work and determination, and he felt rather proud about that.

The film was supposed to be a tragic romance fantasy about a human girl who fell in love with her Guardian Angel, while he fell in love with her. The angel knows that the woman’s death was approaching, but he can’t do anything about it, no matter how hard he struggles against fate, and this was the role that Zen was cast for.

“Oh, Zen! Good morning!”

The actor straightens up immediately when he hears your familiar voice greet him, and the young man enthusiastically returns your greeting. You were the shared lead role with Zen, playing as the woman in love with her Guardian Angel. Throughout the time the two of you worked together, Zen found himself becoming close with you. You were a pleasant person to both talk to and work with, and Zen couldn’t deny the way his heart would race whenever he was with you.

“I look forward to working with you today too.” You flash the actor a warm smile, and he practically melts on the spot.

“I am too,” Zen replies, pushing his thoughts away before the two of you go to get ready. He needed to remain professional.

As soon as the cameras start rolling, Zen is no longer Zen but the character he plays as, and he’s no longer just a co-worker to you but as your star-crossed lover. The scene that you and the rest of the cast and crew were filming was the climax of the woman’s and angel’s relationship, the angel coming to terms with the woman’s fate but still wanting to say a proper farewell.

“You mean everything to me,” Zen speaks as his character, the scripted words tumbling out of his lips with ease. He continues going through the lines, your own lines mixed in between, and as the scene continues, Zen’s character starts to become more and more overwhelmed. …And Zen is too.

Somehow, along the way, both Zen’s character and the actor himself slowly started to blend together, and the young man was unable to tell whose heart he was speaking from. Whose feelings he was trying to convey. Zen didn’t know why he did it, but as soon as the actor finishes with his lines, he suddenly cups your face and leans down to kiss you.

Your eyes widen with complete surprise; this wasn’t part of the script. Before you can even react, trying to figure out what the proper response should be to this situation, Zen pulls away from you, still looking at you like his character in love, or could it be…?

“Cut!” The director’s crisp voice rings loudly in the air, and both you and Zen are simultaneously broken out of your thoughts.

It’s obvious from the young man’s expression that he was panicking, although whether it was because he messed up the scene by doing something not on the script or from the action of suddenly kissing you itself, you couldn’t tell. Both you and the actor glance towards the director who doesn’t look upset all. In fact, he looks rather pleased.

“I liked that added kiss at the end. It really ties in the whole scene together. Let’s keep it in.”

Zen immediately goes to try to convince the director otherwise since you had no idea that the young man was ever going to kiss you, and he thought that you would be uncomfortable with having it shown on screen. Before Zen could utter a word though, you interrupt him with a single word. “Okay.”

After filming was over for the day, Zen tries to catch you before you leave. He calls out to you, and you stop in your tracks, tilting your head to the side as curiosity makes its way to your features. Zen gets straight to the point. “I’m sorry for earlier!” He exclaims perhaps a bit too loudly, and his flushed cheeks deepen in shades even more.

“It’s fine,” you reply. “It was just acting.”

The young man shakes his head. “No, that’s the thing. It wasn’t acting. I…I kissed you because I myself wanted to kiss you. Not as the character I was playing as. I’m really sorry!”

You remain quiet for a moment as you process Zen’s words, and the pieces slowly fall into place. Heat rises to your cheeks as you try to explain. “E-Even so, it’s still fine. I…admittedly kind of liked it.”

Zen finally brings his gaze to yours, and since this is how the situation is right now, he decides to just go for it and asks, “I know I skipped all the steps before by kissing you, but I was wondering if…maybe you can give me a chance to start at the beginning and go on a date with me once we’re done filming the movie?”

You respond without wasting a single second. “Yeah, I’d like that.”


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Dancing with the Linebacker - Chapter 7

Rated: M (swearing)
No kissing yet (well not on the lips anyway)

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“Ok, just start talking about why it’s your most memorable year and we’ll kind of prompt you as we go along okay?”  The producer was talking but Kristoff was distracted by the person attaching the mic to his shirt.  For how many times he had this done already, he thought he would be used to it, but he wasn’t.

He hated these chair interviews where it was just him and the cameras.  He was thankful this time that Anna stood in the room, wanting to hear what he said so that she could choreograph a dance for him.  The room fell quiet and they signaled Kristoff to start talking.

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Don’t Let Them Take Me (When I’m Gone) (Drarry)

He’d been acting strange. For quite a while, actually. And now, Harry knew why.

As he stood there, pinned against the wall by the wand pressing painfully into his throat, eyes locked on Draco’s grey ones, Harry knew why.

“Draco-“

“No.” Draco’s lips shook as he drew in a breath, wand tip pushing harder against Harry’s windpipe, making him let out a sort of choking sound. Draco couldn’t stand this - the calm look on Harry’s face. Why was he looking at him like that? He should be angry, scared- he should hate Draco. Anything to get that look of understanding off his face.

“You don’t have to be like them-“

“I said don’t speak.” His voice was frantic, it was meant to be a command but it came out like a plea. If he listened or looked to hard at Harry, he knew he wouldn’t be able to do it. And then Harry - his Harry - would be left in the hands of somebody else. Left to a long, slow death. And that was something Draco couldn’t even think about.

“Don’t you understand?” Draco said it through clenched teeth, desperate to keep the tears that were quickly filling his eyes at bay, “I have to do this. I have to kill you..” His voice broke, “Or they’re going to kill you.” The hand holding his wand shook, “I can’t watch that. I can’t-“ His voice failed him, and the only sounds in the corridor was his heavy breathing and the distant war. He knew the spell. Now, if only he could just say it.

Slowly, Harry reached his hand up and curled his fingers around Draco’s, around the wand digging into his throat. His slowly lowered his arm until there was a clatter of wood against stone and Harry was able to intertwine their fingers between them. And Draco let him, knowing he wouldn’t have the strength to attack Harry like that again.

The instant Harry pulled them close, their foreheads touching, Draco lost completely what was left of the resolve he had.

“I can’t protect you,” Draco gasped, “From them, I can’t-“

Draco’s words cut off at the sudden flash that burned Harry’s eyelids. Pulling back, he first registered the shock on Draco’s face,

“What-“

Then the lines of blood slowly blooming through his shirt.

Then the women, robes black, hair wild. Bellatrix lowered her wand slowly, as if relishing the moment. Then, as casually as a soft hello, spoke,

“Blood-traitors bleed.”

She was gone with a tangle of sooty smoke and they were alone.

“Draco…” Harry’s words caught in his throat which was now exceedingly dry.

“Harry…” He mouthed, and then slumped against his chest, eyes wide.

Harry’s heart felt like it was going to beat out of his ribcage, he was shaking so bad he barely managed to lower them both to the ground safely with his legs acting as a pillow for the blonde.

“It’s- It’s okay. It’s not bad. I can’t see-“

But that was just it. The black fabric of Draco’s shirt made it impossible to see just how much blood there was. He tried to undo the buttons, wishing desperately that it wasn’t as bad as he feared. His fingers fumbled over and over and he ended up sending them flying with his wand. And the shirt fell open. Harry felt like his heart might just stop all together.

There were long, thin, slashes, littering Draco’s body at all angles. It look like someone was trying to paint a picture with them, only they got frustrated and ended up scribbling all over. His arms. His hips. His neck. And every one of them was spilling dark, shiny, blood.

“Harry- Harry.” Draco’s eyes were just looking at him pleadingly. Harry couldn’t stand it.

Harry had never felt so helpless, never so desperate, never felt so willing to do absolutely anything to stop what was about to happen, “I don’t- I-“ He looked around desperate for someone to appear, anyone. He didn’t know what spell this was. Didn’t know how to stop it.

“No,” Draco choked out. He raised one hand and pressed it to Harry’s face until their eyes connected. Fuck, he was cold. Harry wanted for Draco to say something. Waited for last words. But Draco just looked at him, with a funny sort of smile on his face.

They looked at each other. Looked and looked. Every time Harry tried to look away, to look for help, Draco pulled the green eyes back to his fading ones. Draco had accepted his fate. He was content to die like this, with Harry holding him. It was a better death than he ever had hoped for himself. A better death than he deserved. Harry ignored the blood, cradling Draco close to him, finally not daring to look away for a second- not even to blink for fear that when he opened his eyes again, there wouldn’t be grey eyes to look into. Only blank ones. Staring at nothing.

“I have to tell you-“ Harry stammered.

“I know.” Draco swallowed hard, air was not coming as easily, “I know.”

And Harry cried. He cried but made sure to let all the tears out so they wouldn’t obscure his vision, not one bit, “You can’t go.”

Draco smiled, but it was weak, sad, “Scared, Potter?”

“Yes.” Harry’s voice broke in the middle of the word, and Draco’s smile faded.

“Me too.” Draco was silent for a moment, but then, “Don’t let them take me. When I’m gone, don’t let them take me.” He was sounding almost sleepy now.

Harry shook his head, pushing the sweaty blonde hair off the too pale forehead, “They won’t touch you…” He placed a kiss to the forehead, “No one’s going to hurt you.”

Draco closed his eyes like that, with the one boy he’d ever loved whispering how he’d protect him, how he loves him. Happy, was how he died. Despite everything, Draco died happy.


I just really like those lines he says

Draco Malfoy x Muggle Girl
  • Draco x Muggle Girl
  • Draco Malfoy walked the streets of London. He was far away from the Malfoy Mansion and his family.
  • The boy had a lot on his mind, he was torn between what is right and wrong. Draco was sure he is a bad person, doing terrible things and that he is just like his father. He didn't realize he couldn't be someone else even if he wanted to. Lucius and Narcissa tried their best to raise him in a proud pureblood wizard, worth of his family name.
  • But Draco Malfoy wasn't a bad guy. No one who doubts in his actions and questions if he did a right thing or not could ever be a terrible person.
  • The truth was, Draco wasn't the saint, not even close, tho he tried his best to be better in the past few weeks.
  • Why? Maybe because he felt this guilt inside him.
  • One can only imagine what Draco went through his years. He couldn't betray his family name, his father and aunt Bellatrix were both Death Eaters and Draco knew long ago, he will be asked to join them once. Not like he had a choice, if he turned them down, he'd not only risk his own life, but his parents too.
  • And now Draco was wondering, he knew the day of him becoming a Death Eater was coming close.
  • He made a few steps down an empty street. The houses were nothing like those of the wizards, muggle's have quite of a strange taste, he thought.
  • It was a beautiful and peaceful day in July, the weather was perfect and it seemed like everything in the world is going just fine. But it didn't.
  • Draco took a deep breath as he sat on the bench in the park. He was looking at his feet, while his hands rested on his knees.
  • Silence was broken by a laughter which made Draco look up from the ground.
  • His eyes searched across the trees until they landed on a girl, not far away from him. The girl was smiling, her eyes were full of happiness, something what Draco's missed for a long time.
  • Everything on the muggle girl spoke she wasn't a witch. She wore short jeans and white Chuck Taylor's and Draco couldn't help but admit the red shirt she was wearing really complimented her long (y/h/c) hair.
  • The girl laughed again, as a dog brought her a tennis ball. She picked it up and threw it in Draco's direction.
  • And then it hit Draco's head. It didn't hurt pretty much, but still Draco rubbed the side of his head while he stood up.
  • The girl's eyes widened.
  • "Oh my gosh, I am so sorry!" She shouted as she rushed to Draco.
  • "Are you okay? I really didn't mean to throw it at you." She spoke softly.
  • As she was closer, Draco noticed her beautiful (y/e/c) eyes and a few freckles spread across her nose and cheeks.
  • She was pretty, he thought.
  • "Um, it's okay." Draco blurred out. He picked up a green ball, turning it around and watching it closely.
  • He saw that for the first time in life, until then he only knew for the Quidditch balls.
  • He went to pass her the ball, but before he could do that the dog jumped on him.
  • "Marley! Stop it, leave him alone." The girl shouted as Marley winged his tail, looking at Draco.
  • Draco smiled and patted his soft fur.
  • "I'm (y/n)." The girl spoke suddenly and Draco looked up from Marley.
  • "..I'm Draco." He smiled.
  • "That's your name?" She questioned and then Draco reminded his name wasn't used in the muggle world.
  • "Yeah, um it's kind of a nickname.."
  • "Oh..cool." The girl said and smiled again.
  • From her eyes to her mouth there was this positivity she had, the kind Draco has never seen before. Like she was smiling all the time and couldn't stop.
  • "Is this your dog?" Draco asked.
  • "Yes, I found him two years ago on Christmas. Someone must have had abandoned him and then I took him home. We're inseparable ever since." (y/n) said.
  • Draco smiled. "Do you live near here?"
  • (Y/n) nodded. "Just around the corner. But I never seen you around here."
  • "Yeah, well I'm from Wiltshire." Draco replied.
  • You nodded. You looked up at him, in his eyes. He was different from you and all others you have met. He smelt of peppermint and warm ocean breeze. Draco, even his name was strange, beautiful, but strange just as him.
  • "Are you visiting someone here, or..."
  • "No, no I just wanted to get away from.."
  • Silence. Draco was out of words, should he tell a total stranger about his family? What he feels? Would she judge him? Think he's a coward and arrogant?
  • As his gaze fell, your lips curled in a slight smile. He wasn't shy, you thought, he was more of a thinker and a loner. The one who keeps their mind for themself and reveals nothing to the world. You suddenly realized he was hurt. In his eyes you could see the sadness and despair.
  • "I understand," you spoke, "I to get away from time to time too."
  • Draco looked up at you and smiled.
  • "Care to join me and Marley on a walk?"
  • Draco nodded "I'd be glad to." He replied and you two continued on walking.
  • Draco told you about his strict parents, about his doubts and fears. You realized all people he told you about had strange names and it felt like Draco lived in another world. Yet, you understood him. You could feel what he felt. Fear or letting other people down, fear of disapproval and not becoming what you want to be. The person who you really are.
  • "Sometimes," Draco said "the greatest fear of mine, is being myself."
  • His eyes were staring up in the sky, like they were looking for something.
  • He then sighed and gave you a broken smile.
  • "You shouldn't be afraid of who you are and what you fear, Draco. Even if you did bad things, that doesn't make you a bad person."
  • The two of you continued on walking, talking about your families, friends and the world around you. Draco was very sweet and nice person and even if he told you he wasn't you truly believed he was.
  • It was getting darker, you and Draco forgot about the time and stars already appeared in the sky.
  • "I'm really glad I met you." Draco said.
  • Marley sat at his legs, looking up and begging for his attention. "Both of you." Draco added and patted your dog.
  • "The pleasure is ours Mr. Malfoy." You said and he chuckled.
  • "I hope I see you around (y/n)."
  • You nodded slightly. You too, hoped on seeing him again. But there was this feeling that you won't.
  • Again Draco's gaze fell, but this time he wasn't silent.
  • "You are the only one that thinks there is something good in me. I appreciate that, (y/n), really. You are the kindest person I have ever met."
  • That gave you chills. It wasn't the typical compliment one gives you when you first meet him. You smiled at him before you spoke "I'm sure I'm not the only one, Draco. And you really are a good person. I feel...I feel like I've known you for years. And I believe there is more good than evil in you."
  • The street lights went on and there was only you, Draco and Marley. It was like a dream, standing there, looking up at Draco who looked like he was made in heaven.
  • You couldn't believe how someone like him felt so bad about himself. Why couldn't he see what you saw.
  • "There should be more people like you. At least there where I come from. But today, here with you, I felt so much better. Like I'm in another world." Draco spoke.
  • His eyes were telling he was being completely honest to you and you were honored.
  • You took his cold hands in your warm ones and your heart was no longer the center of your body, but in that moment every conscious part of you was in the hand that Draco held.
  • "We cast a shadow on something wherever we stand, and it is no good moving from place to place to save things; because the shadow always follows. Choose a place where you won't do harm - yes, choose a place where you won't do very much harm, and stand in it for all you are worth, facing the sunshine." You said, before you let go of his hands, knowing well you will never see him again, even tho every single inch of you hoped that you will.
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  • E.M.Forester,A Room With A View
On Seidou.

He was just a boy, an ordinary boy. He had a nice mother, an obnoxious sister, a cute dog. He went to the CCG academy with dreams of his own heroism, with a desire to transcend his own ordinariness and be seen for what he was, what he truly knew he must be inside…a hero. Maybe he read of ghouls and those who conquered them, or maybe Seidou’s head was filled with other heroes, heroes with muscular bodies and stable minds who swooped in at the hour of crisis and pulled ordinary people from the jaws of death. 

But he was a boy. An ordinary boy. And when it came time to take his classes, he did well. And when it came time to take his tests, he did well. And when it came time to practice his physical fitness, he did well. But he was an ordinary boy. He was afraid of ordinary things like ghouls, like pain, like death. He was a boy vulnerable to being eclipsed by others. And this, his ordinariness, became an albatross on his shoulder, a shackle on his ankle, a weight he could neither shed nor bear to carry. 

He knew, some part of him knew, that he would have to do something amazing, something heroic, something frightening, something incredible if he were ever going to surpass Akira, if he were ever going to impress Houji. Moving that impossible distance - ordinary to extraordinary - would only happen in a moment of heroism and self-sacrifice. A moment to be remembered for. A moment that could define a person, a story, a career, a lifetime. 

And maybe, just maybe, he could feel his moment coming. Maybe when he sat down to write his will some part of him felt, or thought, or sensed, or guessed that his moment was imminent. We don’t know, can’t know, but we do know that the very core of him was coiled up in mortal terror, body shaking, sweating as he etched the words into the pages of a will, “I DON’T WANT TO DIE.”

But in the moment, he ran toward danger, not away from it. Through his shaking and his tears and the snot running from his nose he chose to deny Amon’s direct orders, chose to stand his ground. It was his moment, as he was faced with the cold gaze of the fire-breathing ghoul before him, it was his moment to shine, to fight, to be the hero he had always wanted to be, strived to be, feared he might not ever be. 

And so, he fought through the paralysis of his own terror. And so, he lifted his quinque. And so, with Amon’s blood on his palm, with his heart pounding, with his limbs trembling, with tears in his eyes he chose to stand his ground. He yelled furiously, he activated the flames of his quinque…

And he was lifted up, the ground swept away from his feet in one swift move, as he looked into the cold eyes of a ghoul that demanded to know if Houji was his superior. He might have wondered what was going on or he might not have, too replete with confusion and terror to wonder anything at all. And with one quick motion he was tossed in the air. And then his arm was gone. It happened so fast he didn’t even really have a chance to process the pain or what had happened, a single “No way….” leaving his lips before he was swallowed up into darkness, Amon’s screams echoing in his ears. 

What happened next, we can only piece together with the scant evidence we’re given. When he woke up, his body had been invaded by the very enemy he fought. He must have been terrified, possibly restrained. He might have cried, he might have screamed and shouted, he might have prayed and begged and sobbed for mercy. But there is no mercy for the devil. This fallen angel, dragged into the depths of the very organization which he had fought so hard to overcome. 

Who knows when they started the torture, the tests. Who knows when Eto appeared before him, naked or wrapped in bandages, laughing and whispering of revolution, of his place in that revolution. Who knows how many times he lost fingers, toes, how many times he chewed through his own lips in his anguish. Who knows how many times he was relieved of his limbs only to watch them grow back, sinews snapping into place over newly formed bone, all of it burning, burning, burning until he could no longer feel the pain. And then there was the hunger. The gnawing ache of it, the madness of it, a hunger that he’d never imagined or felt before. The hunger consumed him like a flame, burned through him until he felt nothing else, until it was the entirety of his being. 

We know that at some point, death was no longer a frightening prospect. In fact, it probably began to feel like a welcome friend, a dream he could let himself float gently down into, a warm embrace, a field of flowers…and yet, death wouldn’t come for him. There is no mercy for the devil and, despite his previous misgivings, he must have realized at some point, must have known that death is its own form of mercy. 

At some point, he must have realized that he was no longer an ordinary boy. At some point, he might have marveled that in a previous life, his ordinariness had been his albatross, his shackle, his curse. He might have cursed himself and his own naivety, for what wouldn’t he give - as he grew weapons on his shoulders, on his back - what wouldn’t he give for just a moment, a taste, a hint of the ordinary.

Perhaps the plan came to him in waves and stages. Perhaps it came all at once. Perhaps it was a mantra that carried him through the torture, the tests, the torment. Perhaps it sustained him just as much as the sweet flesh of those he used to count among his friends, his colleagues, his superiors, his compatriots. We can’t be sure, but what is clear is that at some point, Seidou decided that he simply needed to swoop in at the right time, to save Houji, who had once considered him to be so weak, to save Akira, who had spurned and shunned and outranked him at every turn, to destroy the raging beast that was Tatara and save the lives of those he knew he still cared for. The heads he’d plucked, the flesh he’d eaten, none of it would matter if only, if only he could prove himself. 

After all, the CCG was making its own half ghouls now, wasn’t it? They would accept him back into the fold. Houji would look at him with pride shining in his eyes. Akira would look at him with awe, admiration. He might even be made a special class right away…after all, he was strong now. He was no longer afraid of death. 

He had become death. 

There, on Rue island, Houji and Akira fought against Tatara, the ghoul who had snatched Seidou from the ground and thrown him into the mouth of Noro. Seidou might have waited, might have allowed his former colleagues the time to realize the desperation, the hopelessness of their situation before he swept in to save them. This was his time, his chance, his moment and this time he would not cry or scream or hesitate. He would take Tatara out with ruthless efficiency. He would end the ghoul who had killed so many investigators and agents. He would prove his use, his power, his extraordinariness. 

But there is no mercy for the devil. And just as Seidou emerged from the fight, victorious and sweating, relieved, ecstatic, he was met with the guarded stares of those he had just rescued. 

He was confused. Why were they staring? He’d saved them. They were saved. Why was Akira staring? Why was Houji? Why weren’t they crying from relief, running to him, welcoming him back into the fold, taking him home? Why weren’t they recognizing the gift he had given them? 

Smiling, Seidou opened his arms. Eyes wide, he let Houji’s name tumble from his lips. They had to understand. He’d saved them. He was a hero. He was the strongest, now. He was ready. And then Houji spoke. 

And the dream that had sustained him through the torture, the torment, the horror of this nightmare life evaporated into so much smoke. And the world slowed to a crawl. 

Perhaps he shrieked, perhaps he howled, perhaps he screamed as he cut through the investigators like they were so much warm butter. We can’t know, but we do know that as the dust settled, as his fingers gripped Akira’s neck like a vice, Seidou asked why, why, why? He wanted her to be different. He wanted her to accept him, to see him, to really see him. 

But she told him that Houji’s betrayal had been a mercy. A mercy. And Seidou knew that Akira, too, would have to die. 

He had been a boy, an ordinary boy. A boy with hopes and dreams and aspirations, with fears and flaws. And as his hand closed around the neck of the girl he’d spent so much of his life loving, he watched all those ordinary things fade away and grow dim, just like the light in her eyes. 

There is no mercy for the devil. 

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Daryl Dixon Imagine


based on a request. I hope you’ll like it.

Lori sends you to collect Shane’s laundry from his tent. When suddenly Shane tries to force himself upon you, pressing his lips against yours, Daryl comes to your rescue.

word count: 1203

tw: rape

I’m not sure if this needs a trigger warning, but it does include Shane forcing himself upon the reader implying that it might lead to rape if it weren’t for Daryl to step in.



“Hey sweetheart”, I heard a voice from behind calling me. Lori was sitting on an old tree stump doing laundry.
„Hi Lori“, I waved back at her.
“Can you come here for a second? I gotta ask you a favor”, Lori gestured me to come closer and I did as I was told.
“Sure, what is it?”, I asked standing only a few inches away from her.
“Shane asked me to do his laundry too since he’s really busy teaching everyone how to shoot, but he hadn’t brought it over yet. Could you go and ask him for me?”, she explained raising her hands to demonstrate how busy she was herself.
“I don’t have anything else to do anyway, so yeah, I’ll ask him”, I replied with a smile. I didn’t really like Shane but I didn’t see why I shouldn’t walk over to his tent quickly and get his laundry. I walked past a lot of tents before Shane’s even came in sight. It stood even further away than the last time I had to visit him.
“Where are you heading towards?”, Dale asked peaking down from his van.
“Shane’s”, I replied”, but I didn’t remember it being so far away. When did he move out to…you know…the furthest spot he could find?!”
“Since he feels rejected and patronized by everyone.”
“His paranoia is really getting out of hands lately. Someone should talk to him.”
“Sure..sure…”, Dale said looking down. “Well, I gotta… go back to watch now.” Dale turned around and left me.

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you’re what i’m looking for

Based on this giftset from 1.09 “Unity Day”. Things go a little differently.

This prompt has literally been written by 100 different authors 100 different ways, but I am pretending s3 doesn’t exist, so. Here you go. Title comes from the Rooney song of the same name.

“I need you to follow us,” Clarke tells him, her face illuminated by the fire. He’s still so angry, so so angry that Finn would go behind all of their backs to set up this meeting, but he tries to push those feelings aside and listen to what Clarke is telling him. “Be our backup.”

Bellamy narrows his eyes. “Does Finn know about this?”

Clarke hesitates, but then meets his eyes. “Finn doesn’t need to know.”

Bellamy is suddenly hit with a wave of want so hard that he’s surprised he doesn’t stumble. When he looks back on this moment, he imagines he’ll remember it as the first moment he truly wanted to kiss Clarke Griffin.

She’s almost smiling too, and he finds himself unable to stop the smirk from spreading across his face. There’s something unnervingly intimate about the way they’re looking at each other and the conversation they’re having. 

What they’re planning is a secret, something only known between the two of them, and he thinks it’s the newfound trust between them that’s making him feel this way. It’s nice to be the one Clarke goes to when she needs something. It’s nice that she’s the one that she’s trusting with her life. It feels precious, this trust she’s instilling in him, and he’ll be damned if he lets her down.

Not this time.

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Xiumin; He Can't, He Couldn't [Scenario; Request; Angst]

You reached in front of the very tall building before you, causing you to gulp just staring at it; was this even the right time to come here? It was nearing 9p.m. now and you were left worried back at home for God knows how many days but it’s not that you were complaining or anything. You were simply concerned about your boyfriend, Minseok – who was part of a boy band called EXO.

Due to their popularity that increased day by day, it was hard for them to get a day off that much. Even on the days where they don’t have much schedules to attend to, they take their trainings very seriously – which made you worry about him day and night when he never comes back as often as he would.

There were days when he doesn’t call back, he doesn’t text back but you were still very patient. His members would inform you what’s going on too because they felt like you deserved that little piece of information that would let you sleep peacefully at night – they liked you, too. They liked how you were always there for him when he needed someone; they liked how you loved him so much that you were willing to mix around with them, getting to know them and also, being friends with them. They’ve never seen Minseok so happy so genuinely, they supported your relationship with Minseok.

Although it was hard to get by when your relationship with Minseok became public but as the time went by, it was easier due to the help of the other members.

And now was one of those times where you’d thank them because they called you, telling you that Minseok was in deep need for you – he was on the edge of losing it; he was stressing himself too much. So here you are, in front of the glass doors you don’t dare to enter yet until a few more seconds. You exhaled deeply, gripping onto the basket you brought and tugged on your jacket, taking a step forward only to be halted by a few girls who called your name out.

As you turned around, you could see them grinning at you with a camera in their hands, they wanted a photo…? You were confused, putting the basket down when they stood in front of you.

“U-Unnie, can we have a photo with you?”

You blinked at them, pointing at yourself, “Me?”

They nodded excitedly, causing you to nod once, though you were very confused. They gathered around you, say, three of them? They were around you and one of their friends helped to snap the photo. Right after the photo was taken, they bowed at you appreciatively, wishing you well with Minseok before they ran off. You blinked a few times, pinching yourself to check if this was real and indeed, it was.

Maybe today wasn’t that bad.

Maybe things would go right today.

With a small smile, and with that boost of confidence you just got, you picked up the basket, walking into the building where you were greeted by the woman at the counter. You smiled at her and headed towards the lift, entering it not long after five seconds when you pressed the ‘up’ button. You scanned your card and it granted you access to head to whichever floor you wanted – you obviously pressed the floor where the dance practice room was.

Just as you stepped out of the lift, you saw how Chanyeol and Baekhyun were talking to one another, snapbacks on their heads as they leaned against the corridor walls, facing each other. You blinked at them, waving a little, “Hey…”

The two of them turned to you at the same time, “Noona!”

You grinned back, walking towards them where they couldn’t stop smiling, “You’re finally here!”

You nodded shyly, “Sorry I was late – I didn’t see the text until Luhan called me.”

Chanyeol shook his head with a warm smile, “Don’t worry noona.”

“Yeah,” Baekhyun assured, “We knew you had work today. To have you to come by means a lot to us.”

Chanyeol frowned, “Yeah… Minseok-hyung is really stressed out and moody. He’s not talking to anyone…”

You bit your lower lip, tiptoeing to the door in front of the three of you as that was the dance practice room, “Is Minseok inside there?”

Baekhyun nodded, “Hyung is in there with Luhan-hyung. Come, we’ll walk you in and the three of us will leave.”

You raised an eyebrow, “The three of us?”

Chanyeol snickered, “Not you – me, Baek and Luhan-hyung.”

You gave a sheepish laugh, “Ah… Sorry.”

The two of them shook it off, opening the door for you where they entered first as they held the door so you could come in. Minseok wasn’t even looking at you – he was just staring out of the window with Luhan beside him, worriedly staring at him. Luhan’s head snapped at you the moment your soft voice spoke, “M-Min…?” You called out for him, the voice that would usually make him jump out of surprise, make his heart flutter but it didn’t. He kept staring out of the window as he sat on the floor, his legs up as he held onto them – he didn’t even look at you.

Luhan gasped, hitting Minseok by the arm, “Yah. Your girlfriend is here.”

Minseok remained motionless, “So what?”

Luhan had this look of disbelief, his hand raising up to do something but he couldn’t when you held onto Luhan’s hand, putting the basket down where you smiled down on Luhan, “D-Don’t…”

Luhan seemed hesitant, but when he saw how you looked at Minseok with so much worry and love, he knew he couldn’t do anything to Minseok but let you try to coax up to him and find out what’s wrong. Luhan got up weakly, nodding at you while you thanked him for accompanying Minseok while you were on the way. Baekhyun and Chanyeol walked out of the dance practice room with Luhan and Baekhyun being the one to close the door had whispered a soft ‘fighting!’ just before he closed the door with a cheeky grin.

When the door closed, you gulped, staring at the door where your back was facing Minseok.

You nervously breathed out, turning around where you looked down on him. His cold voice suddenly snapped into your ears, “What are you doing here?”

You licked your lips nervously, getting on your knees to at least level your height with him as you dragged the basket towards yourself to open it, “I-I brought dinner for you…”

He didn’t even look your way, “I don’t want to eat it.”

You pushed the basket away slowly, “O-Okay… Did you eat already?”

Minseok shook his head, “No.”

You frowned, “Then why don’t you want to ea-?”

“I said I don’t want to eat, damn it. Do you not understand?” He snapped back at you, his eyes glaring as if you have done something wrong. But did you even do anything wrong? Was caring for him so wrong?

You gulped, shifting a bit closer to him, “A-Are you on your diet?”

He looked away, his voice annoyed, “No.”

You picked your words carefully, inhaling calmly just to say out in a relaxed voice, “T-Then… if you’re not on a diet and if you have not eaten, don’t you think you should eat? You’ve trained a lot today, Min. The boys told me about how you’ve been training and-“

“The boys, the freaking boys – it’s always about the boys huh?” Minseok turned to look at you, his eyes angry as he stared at you. “You find out everything through them; don’t you trust me? Why can’t you call me directly?”

You shook your head, “I did call you but you didn’t answer.”

He scoffed, “Then isn’t it obvious that you should leave me be instead of checking up on me through the members?”

You gaped at him, standing up where you furrowed your eyebrows, “Has it ever crossed your mind that they boys are the one calling me to tell me what’s wrong? I didn’t call them – they called me.”

He rolled his eyes at you, “You could’ve ignored their calls.”

You looked at him in partial disbelief – is he being serious? Even with this kind of treatment, you knew that he was under a lot of pressure – he was under a lot of stress. He did so much to get this body shape, to have this type of lifestyle and you knew that. He worked so hard for his dreams but it doesn’t hurt trying to lighten up, right? Sure, it’s hard being an idol – but it’s not easy being the loved one of an idol either. You’re not comparing, but it’s fair to say that the pressure on both of you and Minseok’s shoulders are quite high.

So with that, you calmed down and got down on your knees again, reaching to hold onto his hand, “M-Min, I know that you’ve been going through a lot of stress especially with the comebacks and everything but-“

He looked back at you again, his expression showed a displeased look, “You don’t know what I’m going through – you can’t imagine what I’m feeling.”

You squeezed his hands this time as you got ahold of both of his hands, “Then tell me what’s wrong. Don’t just keep it all inside.”

He snatched his hands back, standing up where he looked down on you, “Will telling you change anything? No. It won’t. It’ll just stay there and it will never go away until I find a solution on how to overcome it. I don’t want to waste my time telling you things that you can’t fix. Now will you please grow up and stop being so annoying.” He walked around you, towards the door where he wanted to leave but the moment he heard a sniff from you – it was as if the dark side that took over him had evaporated. His heart stopped upon hearing your cracked voice, your shallow breathing as you remained there on the ground. He looked over his shoulder carefully, only to gasp when he could see that there were evident tears on the floor.

Just what has he done?

All you were trying to do was be nice – you were trying to be that supportive girlfriend he loved; in which, he really did. It’s just that he let the stress take over him and… he released all his anger out on you.

Which is the wrong thing to do.

You hurriedly wiped the tears that rolled down unknowingly, using the back of your hand where you rubbed it away before you stood up on your feet. You reached for the basket shakily and once you held it in your hands, you turned around only to see Minseok right in front of you, his mouth still not able to say anything as he looked down on you. He tried to hold onto you, but you took a step back – he felt his heart clenching at the sight of you crying.

And the way you flinched when he tried to come close; he had that aching feeling in his chest.

“D-Darling, I’m-“

“Sorry?” You finished his sentence, another tear rolling down where you shook your head and shrugged. You sniffed, looking at him in the eyes where you can see he was feeling guilty; and he could see that you were pained, you were hurt – and you were crying.

“So am I supposed to just accept your apology and act as if everything you just said wasn’t hurtful?”

He raked a hand through his hair, looking back at you with evident anger rising up again.

He’s never going to calm down, is he?

“You know that I’m stressed out and you’re still pressuring me like this?!” He raised his voice, making you grip onto the basket so tight, it felt like your knuckles were going to turn white.

“And you think I’m not stressed out?!” You shouted back. You didn’t want to shout, but if shouting will get your message across – there was nothing you can do.

“What the hell do you get stressed about?! All you do is wait at home and-“

“I worry about you!”

The moment he had heard that sentence, he felt as if a crack was made in his heart – that had shut him up completely as he saw how you were breaking down.

And if it’s an explanation he wants, it’s an explanation he’ll get.

You sniffed again, trying to suck up the tears but it was pointless – you were sobbing already.

“D-Darling…”

“I worry every single day for you – for your health, for your happiness… and for what?! To be treated like this?! To be called annoying when all I’m doing here, is caring for you because I love you so much that it hurts me to see you like this – I hate it so much! I don’t like it when you’re stressed and I don’t like it when you’re pressured but I can’t do anything about it if you don’t tell me! What do I have to stress for? I stress about most of everything! I wait at home, every day for you – waiting for that door to open and for you to come back with a smile, telling me you’re home.” You shook your head, “But you don’t.”

He pressed his lips into a thin line, his hands aching to hug you but he can’t.

No, he couldn’t.

“Even with that, I don’t get mad, I don’t get angry because I understand. Being an idol is hard and I know it’s so hard on you but it’s hard on me too. Have you ever thought of that?”

He kept quiet, staring at you as your tears streamed down; it pained him so much right now. He wanted to wipe your tears away but he couldn’t.

“I go to sleep every night waiting for you to at least call or text me but when you don’t, I don’t make a big deal out of it because I know how hard it is for you that I try to sleep it off. I pray every night hoping you get a goodnight rest and when you wake up in the morning you’d wake up with a smile – I don’t even pray for myself because all I worry for is for you!”

You licked your lips, tasting the saltiness of your own tears that it reminded you that you were crying. You couldn’t take it.

 “And the moment I got a call from Chanyeol and Baekhyun, I knew that I had to do something. I could finally come to you with a reason to make things alright for you.” You lifted up the basket you were holding, “I rushed back from work to make you dinner! And for what?!” You threw the basket aside, making his eyes follow that basket until the items inside could sound like it was shattered – it sounded just like his heart as his eyes gazed back at you. He parted his lips to say something, but all you could see was how they quivered – how glossy his eyes were as he was on the brink of crying.

He wanted to just hold you right now.

But… he couldn’t.

“I don’t know what to do anymore, Min. Or should I say, Xiumin.”

You rubbed your own arm, shaking your head at him, “I just don’t know anymore.”

“Darling…” He managed to breathe out, his arm extended to hold you but you walked around him hurriedly, rushing out of the dance practice room with the slamming of the door. He looked over his shoulder, and then over to the basket where he walked towards it. He knelt down on the floor, his hand lingering over the basket where he didn’t have the heart to open it. He moved to lie down on the floor, his hands holding onto the basket that unknowingly, he had fallen asleep as the tears welled up in his eyes.


“W-What?” Luhan breathed out with his eyes wide open. He shot up from the bench he was sitting on with Chanyeol and Baekhyun as he replied over the phone, “Y-Yes, I’m her friend. I’ll be right over.”

Baekhyun got up, evident worry in his face, “H-Hyung, what’s going on?”

Luhan licked his lips nervously, “She got into an accident.”

Chanyeol jolted up, “What?”

The moment the creaking of the door could be heard, Luhan gripped onto his phone so hard, Baekhyun and Chanyeol thought it was going to break into pieces. Luhan shoved his phone onto the bench, not caring about it getting scratches as he spun around to glare at Minseok who was coming out from the building. Minseok was holding onto the basket you gave him, his eyes boringly looking into Luhan’s.

“What?”

“Bastard.” Luhan cursed, lunging towards Minseok where he gave a blow at Minseok’s jaw until he fell down to the ground with a grunt, the basket in his arms where he protected it. Luhan shoved the basket aside, pinning Minseok down on the ground.

“What the fuck happened to your phone?” Luhan snarled, glowering at Minseok who shoved Luhan’s hands away, “I switched it off.”

Luhan scowled, “What if you received an important call?”

Minseok scoffed, “Like from who?”

Luhan swallowed hard, choosing the right words, “You know your girlfriend calls at the end of the day just to make sure you’re okay. Are you saying you switch it off because you don’t want to answer her calls?”

Minseok looked away, trying to reach for the basket despite Luhan’s weight on him.

Luhan gripped onto Minseok’s collar again, “Answer me!”

“I don’t have to answer you anything!”

“Your girlfriend is in the hospital right now! Is that enough to get your fucking senses back?!” Luhan roared with anger, gripping Minseok by the collar tighter as the words that came out from Luhan’s mouth had made a big spear poach through his heart.

Y-You?

Hospital?

No.

It can’t be.

You were fine a moment ago!

“W-What?” Minseok breathed out, eyes growing wide as his face paled – he even shook his head. “Stop lying to me.”

Luhan couldn’t get angrier on how dense Minseok was, it left Luhan just shoving Minseok away roughly until he fell back onto the ground – he would not believe any of this at all. “I swear if you don’t go to the hospital, you’ll fucking regret it.” Luhan gritted through his teeth as he was this close to getting down again just to the ground to beat Minseok but Chanyeol and Baekhyun pulled him back, ushering him to stop as the three of them were rushing to the hospital as well.

Minseok got up and managed to get into the same taxi as them.

His heart were chanting these few words.

“I’m sorry.”

“I love you.”

“Please… be okay.

anonymous asked:

Hope this is okay, if not, it's fine. May I have Iwaizumi having a bad day & unconsciously taking it out on his partner due to his foul mood & it results in the two getting into a fight? Finally, his partner breaks down & says they don't think they can be with him if he always gets angry & yells. They reveal that their father got angry a lot & couldn't control his anger well, so they vowed not to have anyone like that in their life again bc of all the pain it caused. Works out or not, up to you!

Oh my poor Iwa-chan and his emotions!! I just hope I can make this as good as it can get for you, Anon-chan.

“Dammit!” Iwazumi yelled for the fifth time. You couldnt sit next to him in his bed. He had been so angry since he gotten home, and when you asked to come over, you thought he would have calmed down. But he hadnt. It scared you. How did it get like this?

“Hajime, calm down, it’ll-”

“No! I, I fucked up!”

“No you-”

“Yes, I did! Stop telling me I didn’t, I know I fucked up! I let my team down. Its my last year. And I fucked it up!” Iwazumi threw the pillow down to the floor.

You walked to Iwazumi and sat on the edge of the bed next to him. You took his hands and looked to him. You hadn’t realized it until now, but his face was so red. It brought back flashbacks. As your hands touched Iwazumi’s, they felt as if they were on fire. It scared you so much. But you loved this man, you wanted to be there for him.

“Hajime, it’ll be okay,” you said softly.

Iwazumi shot his eyes up to you with anger. You froze with fear.

“You don’t fucking get it,” Iwazumi said under his breath. He brought back his hands from yours and got off the bed. This wasn’t the Iwazumi you fell for. You watched as he stood up and walked to the other side of the room. “You werent there, it was my fault! You wont get it because you’re not in-”

“I get it!”

Iwazumi looked to you as you shouted. You had thrown your hands into the mattress. You leaned against them, trying to find it within yourself to be calm. But as the memories began to flash back into yor mind, you couldnt. You couldnt hold in the tears. All you needed was to get out.

“Wa-Wait! _____, what’s wrong?!” Iwazumi called out. But you ignored him as you walked away. You walked out the room and down the hallway of his house. You thanked God that Iwazumi’s parents werent home. Iwazumi grabbed your wrist and stopped you from getting to your shoes. “_____, wait!”

But you’ve had enough. You pulled your wrist from Iwazumi’s grasp and continued walking. Iwazumi watched as you wiped your tears while putting on your shoes. He knew he messed up, but he didn’t think you would walk out. Before you put on your other shoe, Iwazumi ran and jumped in front of you. As you looked up to him surprised, he frowned at your tears.

“____, please wait! Just list-”

“No, I refuse,” you said sternly. As you stood straight and met Iwazumi’s eyes, his guard softened. “I can’t do this anymore.”

Iwazumi’s eyes widened. “You don’t mean that.”

“I’m not going to be your punching bag anymore.”

“You’re not!”

“But I am! Every time you get mad, you take it out on me! But not anymore, I’m not going to be another punching bag.”

“Another punching bag?” Iwazumi asked confused. Your eyebrows furrowed as Iwazumi stared at you, waiting desperately for an answer. You couldnt look him in the eyes as you told him the truth.

“My dad used to hurt me. He used to hurt my family,” Iwazumi tensed at the sudden confession.

“How come you never told me?” Iwazumi asked slowly. You slowly met his eyes, the tears still brimming at your lids.

“How could I? Who even wants to hear about a father continuously yelling at their daughter when it wasn’t even her fault? No one wants to hear about the times I’ve had to get hit because my dad was always mad and angry at work or my Mom. The times I’ve gotten woken up just to get hit because my dad was done hurting my Mom.”

The tears began to fall again. But it was different now. You were angry. As memories began to flood back, past emotions came back as well. Iwazumi watched as you shook with anger.

“It hurts when you say I don’t understand. Because you don’t understand this. I get that it hurts. I know it hurts. But don’t take it out on me. I promised myself I wont ever go through some torture like that again. And you’re starting to become like that. I can’t do this.” you cried with anger. You turned your back and headed for the door.

But Iwazumi flung to you and wrapped his arms around you. You could feel his forehead against the back of your head, his arms tightened around you as you shook. You both stood their in silence. Your anger was subsiding as you silently cried while you leaned into Iwazumi’s arms. It was so confusing, but you needed his hold as well. Iwazumi could never hit you. You knew. But it was so scary. But he was Iwazumi… You loved him. It was so confusing. Iwazumi wasn’t your father.

“Then I promise I wont be like that,” Iwazumi said as he held you tighter.

“Its not that easy,”

“Then help me. I just… I cant just lose you either,”

You both stood their in silence. Iwazumi held onto you tighter, begging in his mind you don’t take another step. He bit down onto his lip in desperation. He needed you to stay.

“Please, I’m sorry. I didnt mean to take it out onto you. And I don’t want to ever again. Especially after that. Just please help me, so you don’t leave. I’ll stop. Please. Please stay, _____.”

Iwazumi brought his arms up closer as he held you. He leaned into the crook of your neck, praying you don’t leave. You could feel Iwazumi shake with anger. You could feel his anger towards himself. He was still angry about the game. But now he felt the need to blame himself for this.

You placed your hands on Iwazumi’s forearms. You held onto them as if trying to bring them closer. Iwazumi was so kind to you. His smile made you happy. His pout made you laugh because it was so cute. You loved this man. He always kept his promises to you. This one wasnt any different. He could keep this one, you knew it.

“Hajime,” you whispered. Iwazumi loosened his grip onto you, watching as you turned to grasp his body. You dug your face into his chest and held him tightly. Iwazumi’s face softened. He understood. His arms wrapped around you and he held your head against his. “Please keep this promise.”

“I will. I will, ____.”

Edmund x Reader: This Song is Happier Now

Anonymous asked: Yay, the requests are open! Ok, so can you do a Titanic AU one shot, Edmund please. Oh, preferably when the ship sinks. Thank you!

A/N: Some subtle references to the movie. 

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(Y/n) bit her lip, moving her pencil smoothly across the page. She glanced up at the boy, around her age, standing at the railing of the large ship. He came here every few hours alone. Coincidentally, so did she. He was the perfect inspiration to add to her portfolio of people on the Titanic. Perhaps, he was the most interesting yet.

She watched how he inched closer but would move away from time to time. Did he have something to say to her? He finally approached her and greeted her with a shy smile. “I couldn’t help but notice that you draw here a lot. Are you an artist?” He paused. “I’m Edmund, by the way. Edmund Pevensie.”

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