Dah-dah-da-DAAAH the shop is open and there’s new shit! Gonna be adding a few more stickers, some painted boxes (Ganondorf sold already, but I’m thinking I should draw him more???) and there will be tee shirts incoming! More on that later as I add them.
Gilbert was two hours late from work, without a call or text about why. You were curled up on the couch nursing a mug of tea, trying to stay awake. These were your least favorite nights. Anything could have happened to him. All you could do was run through all of the possibilities until he got home.
This is from Y/N’s POV. So! A lot of people seem to enjoy this heavily angsty series for some reason, and I really wanted to thank you so much for all the continuous love and support you give this writing <3
Word Count: 1765
Trigger Warnings: Offensive Language
Genre:Fuckboy HighSchool!AU, Angst
Dedicated to [and requested by]:@taeyongbelviso , I hope you’re enjoying your vacation, sweetie <3
You had finally finished the group assignment that was due your already most hated class, and you thought that this project would be a good start to boost your marks up.
All of that, and it was just the first week of senior year. This was really no joke.
Submitting it last night via email, you had gotten the first proper amount of rest since the year had started, finally feeling like you could breathe.
On the plus side, it was now a Friday, and that meant that after this one day at school, you could enjoy your well awaited weekend and do nothing as you relaxed.
The alarm went off but you had been awake for a few minutes, relishing the little time left before you had to drag yourself out of bed.
Up you got, trudging to the bathroom and refreshing yourself until you looked and felt like a human being.
You changed into more school-appropriate clothes and grabbed your backpack, heading downstairs and bidding your mother a good morning as you grabbed your lunch money off the kitchen counter and headed out the door.
You plugged your earphones in, playing a soft but upbeat song in hopes of enjoying your uplifted mood, and it seemed to be such a nice day.
It was warm out, the sun shining and a gentle breeze rustling the still-green leaves of the trees which marked the sidewalks that sandwiched the road.
A few people rode their bikes and sped ahead of you, the wind caused by the motion making you smile a little as you realized how soothing walking could be.
It was such a beautiful Friday, and the weekend was so close.
The weather was perfect, and you had no assignments due.
It was the perfect day, and you just knew that nothing could ruin it.
You walked through the main entrance to your high school, greeting a few people as you made your way to your locker.
One earbud still blasting music into your ear while the other dangled freely, you lightly hummed to yourself as you entered your locker combination to get the books you needed for your first and second period classes.
And then you saw it.
First thing in your locker, fallen over your stacked pile of books, was a paper.
Your eyebrows furrowed, a little confused as you removed the remaining earbud and paused the music.
You reached for the paper and opened it to read the contents, making sure it wasn’t visible to anybody who might have been passing by.
It was an acceptance letter from an entertainment company, congratulating Jung Yoonoh for making the cut because of his talent and song choice.
You found the name of the song in the second paragraph of the letter as they explained how emotionally well conveyed the judges had thought it had been, and your blood pressure sky-rocketted as your temper flared.
The song was yours, and the seemingly perfect day had just turned completely sour.
A million things went through your mind at once.
Like the fact that you wanted to just pull at your hair and slam your head against your locker.
Or to throw the paper into the trash. Maybe even burning it first.
Or maybe confronting him in front of the entire cafeteria and yelling at him like a crazed banshee.
Or trashing his locker and his desk in homeroom.
But then you took in a large, calming breath, and you settled for the option that you knew would make his blood boil.
How dare he?
How dare he just slip this into your locker after a year and a half of treating you like you never existed and use the song you’d worked so hard to write for him for the audition he said he wouldn’t have?
After treating you like a nobody? After everything he had said that day in this very same hall where you now stood?
You grabbed the books you needed and shoved them into your backpack, and then you took out a black ink pen and folded the paper back into the shape you had first seen it in when you had opened your locker.
You scribbled down three little words in the most calm manner, making it painfully obvious that you had written it in the most calm and collected manner.
You knew where his locker was; everybody in this damned high school did.
So you walked there slowly, careful to make sure he didn’t see you, and you found him waiting there, anxiously leaning against it and scanning the crowd.
You already knew who he was looking out for, but you couldn’t confront him. Not just yet.
You kept your head down as you walked past him, smushed between the students in the hallway as you made your way to class, thankful you shared none of them with him this year.
But he was looking for you.
Whenever you left a class, you could see him outside in the hallways, his frown deep-set and his eyes worried as he looked around, and you avoided him like the plague.
When lunch started, you had asked one of your friends to get you some food from the cafeteria as you headed up to spend your break on the roof.
Your friends were confused as to why you would do that, but you told them that you had had to make an important phone call when nobody was around, and that that was why you had ran ahead.
Because you couldn’t just explain what was going on. How would you?
It was midway through lunch when one of your friends brought him up, and you had to summon all the willpower you could in order not to cringe at the mention of his name.
“Did you see Jaehyun playing for the team last year? They said they were going to make him captain when training starts up in a few weeks,” he had started.
“Oh, yeah, I heard. But didn’t you hear about his reputation? A lot of people said he fooled around with a lot of girls and guys. Some of them exaggerated the events, but they were put in place immediately,” another one smirked.
“I wonder what it would be like to kiss him,” one of the people in your group said, twirling her hair.
“Hey if it’s true that he doesn’t mind being with guys, I want a go, too. You’re not the only one who wants to kiss him,” another guy shot back.
You wanted to be anywhere except here.
Of course everybody wanted a go at kissing him. How couldn’t they?
You yourself knew how hard it was to have to restrain yourself when you were around him.
Those times that you had spent holed up in your rooms together, binging on shows or playing video games or just sitting in your pillow forts while it rained outside.
It might have only been a year and a half, but it had affected you way more than you wanted to admit.
Losing Yoonoh had almost destroyed you. Those words he had said to you when he refused your work in the hallway still burned when you recalled them. How couldn’t they?
How could your heart not break and your soul not cry over the boy you had slowly fallen in love with?
You had zoned out, and the friend seated the closest to you poked your arm, bringing you back to reality.
“Hey, Y/N, you okay?”
“Hmm?” you had replied. Everyone’s eyes were trained on you.
“Yeah, it’s just that the phone call was kind of important and I’m a little anxious about the situation, but it’ll all turn out okay,” you lied smoothly, giving a reassuring smile as you drew your attention back to your lunch.
“Hey, if anyone bothers you, we’ll kick their asses for you. You know that, right?”
You laughed and nodded, all of them joining in and changing the topic soon afterwards.
Remembering your times with him made you miss him all over again. As if the nightmares weren’t enough to rehash the pain of that day.
You had cried so much that you’d fainted back then, and then your longing turned into bitterness once more.
You weren’t letting him just get away with it after everything you had gone through for months on end after that confrontation between the two of you had happened.
The rest of the day went by in a daze, and you almost left school grounds before slipping back the paper he had stuffed into your locker.
He hadn’t gotten there yet, so you hurriedly slid the paper through the crack in his locker and walked away as fast as you could.
Right before the exit, you hid yourself in the corner behind one of the walls that irregularly jutted into the hallway, curiously peeking to see if he had appeared.
Your heart was beating violently, and your eyes landed on him just as he entered his combination and popped the locker open.
You could see the excitement flood his body as he must have recognized the paper, and he speedily snatched it up, finally registering the note that you had scribbled onto the back.
But you didn’t want to see his reaction. You didn’t want to know whether it pissed him off or made him yell or cry or maybe even all of those simultaneously.
You ran out before you could properly think about what was happening, your pulse thumping dangerously as you sprinted away from the very hallway that had left your heart in pieces.
You stopped when you were out of breath, a few stores down from the same ice cream shop you two used to hang out at. You still visited it at least once a week, pathetically ordering his favorite flavor every time.
You walked in and the cashier recognized you immediately, asking you if you’d like the usual.
You nodded lightly, barely listening as the only words that blared through your mind were the three that you had written and now regretted with every part of your body and soul.
Good for you.
You waited in front of the man awkwardly, paying for your ice cream and grabbing your order as you went to sit at the table in the corner to shield yourself from the world and be cocooned in your own.
The words only repeated in your head.
Your ice cream sat there melting, left untouched.
And your tears silently fell as your heart broke over the same boy yet again.
day before yesterday i saw a betta belly up and barely breathing at the pet store so i bought him and like… its seriously amazing the difference warm, clean water and some aquarium salt can have!! im so happy, i still need to name him though :’)
do you wanna touch me (there) -
Isaac Lahey one shot *smut*
Summary: After an exhausting day of running errands, you were disappointed to return home to an empty loft. Or so you thought.
Pairing: Isaac Lahey x reader
Rating: Mature for graphic sexual content, heavy swearing
“I’m home!” you announced as you entered the loft, struggling to carry a week’s worth of groceries. Thinking you could hulk it out, you had grabbed all the bags from your car at the same time. Second trips were a bitch.
One of the bags slightly teetered against your arm, threatening to topple over. “Anyone here? I could use some help!” you desperately requested. You were met with silence.
“Guys?” you squeaked. Still nothing.
Yeah, you regretted everything.
Feeling like a rejected soccer mom, you huffed against a lock of hair that had fallen over your face. You trudged across the loft and into the kitchen, gingerly setting the groceries onto the counter.
“Children,” you grumbled bitterly to yourself. Even though you were all the same age. Well, excluding Derek.
“Everyone just runs around town chasing their little monsters, trying to save the whole damn world when they can’t even take care of themselves… So I’m just supposed to cook, clean, AND do their shopping for them… Which, okay fine, I don’t even mind that much. But it’s not like anyone has ever offered to help me with anything… “ You continued to mumble grievances under your breath as you stored the food away.
You placed Stiles’ favorite Cap’n Crunch cereal into a cabinet and Isaac’s cookie dough ice cream into the fridge followed by Lydia’s fat free Greek yogurt and Derek’s ample selection of lean meat and vegetables. Then, you put Scott’s specially requested three different flavors of Lay’s chips into the pantry and arranged Allison’s vegan cheese and bread on the counter.
You sighed as you leaned against the counter to relieve your sore feet.
Suddenly, you heard a crash followed by a swift “fuck!”
You swiveled around, startled by the unexpected outcry. Sounds like someone was home after all.
Irritation bubbled under your skin as you set off to track down the source of the noise. You were rather curious as to who it was and what they were doing because apparently it was far more important than responding to your cries for help.
One by one, you kicked open the doors lining the hallway. You were feeling dramatic.
All of the rooms were vacant so far, but there was one left at the end of the hall.
It belonged to Isaac.
You narrowed your eyes at his door, ajar and unsuspecting. You marched forward, ready to FBI his sorry ass when suddenly a deep, guttural moan broke through the air.
You froze. Was he…?
No. No way.
But it couldn’t hurt to confirm.
Creeping towards his room, you carefully nudged his door, peeking inside. What you saw caused your jaw to drop to the floor.
It was Isaac, laying naked on his bed with a fist wrapped resolutely around his cock. He was a sight to behold with his mouth gaping, eyes screwed shut, face twisted in ecstasy as he stroked himself up and down. A sheen of sweat was visible on his forehead and chest. His cheeks were tinted bright pink. He looked divine, ethereal even, a sharp contrast to the filthy moans that tumbled sporadically from his lips.
Irritation quickly forgotten, you stood dumbly outside his door, transfixed by his movements. Well, this explains why he couldn’t hear you earlier. Looking down at his floor, you saw a broken lamp discarded by his bed. You thought back to the loud crash you’d heard. Perplexed, you wondered how in the world this kid managed to break his lamp trying to have a wank.
A faint whimper redirected your attention to Isaac. His bed was positioned against the wall of his doorway, so he was facing away from you, but you had a full shot of his body. You couldn’t help but just stare at him. You knew it was wrong, lurking like a creep behind him. Even though basic human decency would dictate that you leave immediately and give your friend his privacy, you physically couldn’t turn away, too afraid to miss a single moment.
He was somehow more beautiful than you’d imagined. His body, splayed out in careless abandon, was something straight out of a Michelangelo painting. His arm strained to maintain his pace, muscles taut under glistening skin. A light smattering of hair adorned his chest, followed by a provocative trail leading down to his considerable erection.
Captivated by its sheer size, you swallowed your gasp, inspecting all the prominent lines and veins that decorated his cock. You licked your lips, mouth dry with desire. You’d never been so turned on before.
It’s not that you weren’t sexually experienced, but those other guys barely lasted thirty seconds before they finished without you, leaving you unsatisfied and underwhelmed. Seeing Isaac pleasure himself was getting you off more than any of them ever had.
You closed your legs, rubbing your thighs together in a feeble attempt to quell some of the tension pooling in your stomach. You weren’t even in the same room as Isaac and he was sending you over the edge. At this point, oxygen was becoming an issue as your struggled to even out your breathing. In response, your heart rate spiked, trying to restore equilibrium to your wanton state.
Passively, you wondered why Isaac hadn’t sensed your body’s reaction yet, what with his werewolf hearing and smell. He should’ve heard your heart pounding or at least caught whiffs of your arousal. You were embarrassingly drenched.
You strained your ears, trying to listen to what Isaac was saying. For about a minute, all you heard were soft moans until a rather strangled grunt caught your attention.
Your mouth fell open, eyes widening in shock.
Did he just say your name? Did Isaac Lahey just moan your name as he jerked himself off? It seemed more likely that you had finally reached the point of being horny where you just straight up start hallucinating.
In your everyday life, Isaac never regarded you as more than just a friend. You let him copy your Chemistry homework and he helped you train, running miles with you and teaching you fighting techniques, insisting you needed to learn in case he “wasn’t there to protect you.”
Sure, every once in a while, he fell asleep with his head in your lap and you pretended that he didn’t nuzzle your inner thigh with his nose. And sometimes, he pulled you towards him and wrapped his scarf around your neck because he said he liked knowing you were warm and you ignored how good he smelled up close.
But just because you fancied that there could be something deeper between you two doesn’t mean that he felt the same. It was impossible that Isaac was getting himself off thinking about you, especially because he was seemed so engrossed in his actions that he didn’t even notice that you were standing less than six feet away from him.
You were definitely hallucinating.
“[y/n], fuck,” Isaac grunted again.
He was louder this time, rubbing himself more aggressively. You sucked in a breath. Nope, definitely hadn’t imagine that.
This was real. Isaac was saying your name. Not Allison, not Lydia. You.
You leaned pitifully against his doorway, your knees giving out at the realization that you were the driving force behind his euphoria. Out of all the resources at his disposal, he chose to think about you. You were the reason he was panting like a dog, gripping his sheets and muttering obscenities, one hand still deliciously twisting around his engorged shaft.
“God, fucking dammit,” Isaac gritted, his voice quivering with desperation. He was close.
You started to bounce on your toes, all of a sudden torn between your feelings. Fear hit you first because all you wanted to do right now was straddle him and help him finish, looking directly into his eyes as he repeated your name again and again. But what if he got angry that you’d been spying on him? You were currently in major violation of his privacy and if this went south, your friendship might not sustain the awkwardness.
A wave of courage surged through you. What if you decided to be bold? And what if he actually reciprocated your feelings? It seemed your lust, combined with your infatuation and dangerously inflated ego, had fostered a new brazen personality. You were tired of always putting others first, never pursuing what you wanted.
Fuck it. What did you really have to lose? If he rejects you, you could just tell him to go fuck himself. Literally. While moaning your name.
Also, not only did you really want to do this, but you’d always considered yourself a good friend. If Isaac wanted to get off, then you were going to help.
Taking a deep breath, you confidently strode over the threshold of Isaac’s bedroom, slamming the door into the wall. Your sudden intrusion alarmed Isaac out of his reverie. His unfocused eyes met yours, then widened in bewilderment.
“[y/n], shit,” Isaac scrambled around, seemingly trying to stand up and cower away at the same time. You swiftly made your way over, mounting his thighs and pushing his shoulders back down. He looked up at you, stunned in disbelief. You were both surprised by your dominance.
“Hiii,” you chimed, your mouth tugging up at one corner. “What’s up?”
You affectionately brushed away some curly tendrils stuck to his forehead.
Isaac stilled at your touch, almost imperceptibly tilting his head into your palm. He swallowed, still unsure of what was happening. Frankly, you didn’t know either, improvising as you went along.
“[y/n], what’s going on?” he asked nervously, still panting a little.
“I could hear you from the kitchen.”
“Oh–wait the kitchen?! You heard me… all the way from the kitchen. Great,” he finished lamely. “Was anyone else with you?”
“Okay, that’s–that’s good. Yeah,” he stuttered. “Um, did you hear everything I said?”
“Yeah, I was standing outside your door,”
you bluntly confessed. His face turned a deeper shade of red.
“Shit, okay, you know that I wasn’t being some creepy guy just jerking off to your name, right? I mean, I was jerking off… and saying your name… But it isn’t like that, I promise. You’re more special than that, okay? I didn’t even know anyone was home! Fuck, [y/n], you have every right to hate me–”
You swooped down suddenly, pressing your lips against his, cutting him off mid-rant.
Isaac sharply sucked in through his nose, going rigid under you in shock.
You kept some distance between your bodies, supporting yourself on your hands to avoid overwhelming him all your weight. You lingered for a few moments, your hair curtaining your joined lips as you waited for him to recover. Hesitantly, Isaac responded, parting his lips as he leaned up to meet your movements.
Gradually gaining confidence, he lifted his hand to the back of your head, fisting your hair and bringing you flush against him. He cradled your jaw, holding you in place as he kissed you back emphatically.
Your hands instinctively gripped his shoulder, clinging to him as your mind swam in delight. But when Isaac started to grind his bare hips into yours, you swiftly pulled away, surprised that you’d gotten carried away so fast. You sat up, taking in the flustered expression on his face, his eyes half-lidded in disorientation. You bit your lip, stifling the laughter bubbling in your chest.
“So, I guess I don’t hate you,” you remarked casually, gently caressing his cheek with your knuckles. You brushed your thumb against his bottom lip, which was still very red from your previous ministrations.
Isaac blinked, absorbing your words, his chest heaving up and down. He looked forward at where your clothed sex hovered a few millimeters above his still erect cock that now rested against his stomach.
“Christ, [y/n],” Isaac breathed out. You could tell he was still wrestling with his emotions just like you were earlier. His eyebrows were scrunched in concentration. Patiently, you waited for him to sort out his thoughts.
“Let me get this straight. So you just barged in here, fully aware of what I was doing, then climbed on top of me, seemingly oblivious to the fact that I am naked.” Isaac’s voice inflected at the end as he flippantly motioned to his persistent erection. “Then, you kissed me. And pulled away like ten seconds later!”
You nodded thoughtfully, then burst into giggles, amused by how baffled he sounded. If this is how people reacted when you stepped out of your comfort zone, you never wanted to play it safe again.
“And your point is?” you inquired innocently, a smirk teasing your features.
He raised an eyebrow at you, locking his jaw.
“I mean, was there a problem with what I did? Because if you’d prefer to just take care of yourself, you can tell me. I’ll just leave you to it,” you shrugged nonchalantly, slightly lifting off the bed. You were abruptly pulled back down by Isaac’s large hands clasping your thighs, squeezing the flesh as he held you down. You huffed out a breath of laughter, placing your hands on his torso to balance yourself.
“You shouldn’t start something you’re not going to finish,” he warned evenly, his thumbs tracing circles on your inner thighs. You sobered at his tone, now trying to hold back a whimper.
“What if I want you to finish?” you challenged. “What if I want to watch you finish, hear you say my name over and over like you were doing earlier.”
He raised his eyebrows, an amused smirk pulling at his mouth. Neither of you had ever experienced your smug side before.
“Tell me what this is, [y/n], and we’ll do anything you want. Tell me what happens next,” he demanded, his voice so commanding that you felt it rumble through your core.
You exhaled, considering the implications of his questions.
“Well, I don’t know what ‘this’ is… but I know I don’t want to stop,” you offered candidly.
“Yeah?” Isaac murmured with a small smile, kneading his hands up and down your thighs. “I don’t want to stop either.”
“That’s good,” you whispered airily, shivering as his fingers trailed the bare skin just below your ass. “And as for what happens next…”
You crossed your arms over you body, grabbed the hem of your t-shirt and lifted it over your head.
“That depends on you telling me exactly what you pictured me doing while you were touching yourself.”
Even though you spoke confidently, you secretly wished you’d worn a different bra. Maybe something lacy or black, just anything that wasn’t white and cotton and thrown on in haste. But Isaac didn’t seem to mind, staring open-mouthed at your chest.
He looked at you, rendered speechless by your initiative. He quickly regained his composure, his eyes a darker shade of blue than before.
“This looks about right, actually,” Isaac approved.
He folded his hands behind his head, propping himself up. He observed you, cocky and thrilled that you were giving yourself to him. “We’re just missing one thing…”
You frowned, cocking your head to the side. What did you forget?
He chuckled lightly at your questioning look, answering you silently by gently tugging you forward to slam his lips against yours. Oh.
You smiled into the kiss, giddy with contentment, thinking back to before when you’d pulled away a little too early. You were eager to act out all of Isaac’s fantasies, but you would’ve also been happy if this is all he wanted to do tonight.
Because right here–you wrapped in his embrace, his hand in your hair, your tongue in his mouth–was exactly how you pictured it.
Inspired by this post, I made a crossword of things related to only Mistborn. Clues below:
Across 1: Burning this metal makes you a rioter 2: Feruchemy stores this trait in steel 3: This type of person has access to all the allomantic metals 7: Feruchemy stores health in this metal 9: The planet Mistborn takes place on 11: Burning this metal makes you a thug 13: Feruchemy stores weight in this metal 14: the act of drawing out stored feruchemical traits 16: Lestibournes is better known as this 17: The Metallic Art born of Preservation 22: Burning this metal makes you a Leecher 24: This Allomantic metal is seen as useless since it removes all your reserves when burned 25: A Coinshot burns this metal 27: This term is given to both Aluminum and Duralumin Mistings 30: This metal stores Breath in Feruchemy 32: An Iron Misting is also known as this 33: The Survivor of Hathsin 35: A talented Soother on Kelsier’s crew 36: This Terrisman becomes the Hero of Ages 37: A Misting who burns Electrum 38: A talented disguise artist from Era 2 39: Book 1 of Era 2 44: Book 3 of Era 1 46: The metal stores senses in Feruchemy 50: In Feruchemy, this metal stores memories or knowledge 52: Wax’s Fiance in Era 2 54: This noble house ran the Pits for the Lord Ruler 58: A Gold Misting is called this 60: A Misting who burns this metal is called a Soother 61: A Misting who burns tin is called this 63: A person with access to only one Feruchemical metal 64: Steris’ half-sister who is a great shot with a rifle 65: This Misting burns cadmium 66: These creations have two spikes and are called the Faceless Immortals 67: These people train to fight Mistings even though they lack Allomancy 68: The bracers supposedly used by the Lord Ruler
Down 2: Feruchemy stores this trait in Pewter 4: Title of Book 1 Era 1, or the Age began by the Lord Ruler 5: The Metallic Art that allows one to store a trait and later draw it back out og metals 6: In Feruchemy this metal stores wakefulness 8: The capital of the Final Empire 9: A Brass Misting is called this 10: This God Metal turns anyone into a Mistborn 12: These people have one Allomantic power and one Feruchemical power 13: This trait is stored in Aluminum by Feruchemy 15: This Thug is on Kelsier’s Crew 18: This man ran Fadrex City after the death of the Lord Ruler 19: A Copper Misting is called this 21: A Zinc Misting is called this 23: This noble house is second only to House Venture at the start of Era 1 24: This God Metal allows a person to see the future 25: A Feruchemist must do this before tapping a metalmind for power 26: Allomancers do this to metals to use them 28: Title of Era 1 Book 2 29: She is called the Lady Mistborn or the Survivor’s Heir 30: This Smoker reluctantly joins Kelsier’s crew 31: This man is later discovered to be an Atium Misting 34: The Lord Ruler’s true name 35: This metal stores nutrition in Feruchemy 40: These constructs use four Iron spikes to be made 41: These men are famous for the steel spikes that protrude from their eyes 42: This Worldhopper is infamous for being everywhere 43: Allomancers do this to “heat up” their powers 45: This Metallic Art comes from Ruin 47: Mistings who burn this metal are called Nicrobursts 48: Another name for Marsh during Era 2 51: Leechers do this to metals; the opposite of push 53: Another name for Pewterarms 55: Burning this metal consumes all of your metal reserves currently burning in one massive pulse of power 56: An Iron Misting is called this 57: A person with only one Allomantic power 59: This gunsmith invented the Vindicator (Era 2) 62: A Bronze Misting is called this 64: Kelsier’s brother who infiltrates the government 65: The opposite of pull
Let me know if there are errors. I’ll try to fix them soon.
request: Hey, I know you’re probably really busy with other fanfics and stuff, but if you could, would you write a fic were the reader is dating Carl in Alexandria and Negan is her father/step-father but they got separated in the beginning of the apocalypse and she highkey hates him? This would probably take place after the lineup. Thanks loads!
pairings: father negan x reader, carl x reader
a/n: not exactly what you asked for but i’m thinking about continuing this :-)
The mere thought of Negan sharing the same blood as you made you shake with anger. He brought you nothing but sadness, and you had yourself convinced that you could never consider him your father again. Not after all he did to you and your family.
For you, family wasn’t your blood. You had no genetic connection to any of the people who were always there for you, whether you needed them or not. Abraham was your family. Glenn was your family. Daryl was your family. Because of Negan, your family was torn from you.
You and your father were as close as you could have imagined. It was just the two of you against the world. When your mother passed, you clung to your father for support. He clung to the new world, finding comfort in violence. He wasn’t always that way, though.
Your dad sat you down on the countertop of an abandoned convenient store as he scavenged through the remains of the shop. The shelves had been rummaged through, but he was able to stock up on some non-perishable food and drinks.
“Here, kid,” he said, handing you a packet of jerky. You handed him a strip, and he happily took it. He smiled at you, then rubbed your hair teasingly. You giggled, pushing his hand off you, but he pulled you in for a hug. “I’m so happy I have you.”
You didn’t know it at the time, but your father was slowly morphing into a villain; someone who you would grow to hate. You were only a kid, so it took you a while to realize why he was so upset all the time. You didn’t have as much to miss from the old world as he did.
There was one event in particular that made your father a completely different person. It didn’t mean much to you at the time… You had no concept of what was right or wrong. You had been taught to kill the dead, but your father was always against harming the living.
You stood close behind your dad, your knife firmly grasped in your hand. He taught you how to defend yourself early on, once he realized that he couldn’t protect you forever. You were good with your hands and even better with a knife. Although, your skills with a gun were unbelievable in your father’s eyes.
He used a rusted crowbar to force open the door to an old gas station. There was a small market attached to the inside which seemed untouched. The shelves were relatively full, and they were all stocked up fairly well. Your father smiled at you when the door popped open, swinging out towards him.
“Stay close,” he whispered. You nodded, sticking to his backside. Your eyes darted around the room, which was seemingly empty. Your father went one way, and you went another. Before you knew it, a hand was cupped tightly around your mouth, and you were being dragged towards the back of the store.
Your breathing was heavy, and you couldn’t remember much after that. When you woke up, the room was silent. Your father was covered in blood, as were the four bodies that surrounded him. The only difference was that your father was breathing.
Your mind was blank, numbed by the wave of shock that took over you. His eyes held yours for what seemed like hours. Neither of you dared to make a sound. You weren’t scared. You knew your father would never hurt you. You were confused, though. He always told you to be kind to the living.
That was when everything changed. He was able to remain himself after Lucille died, but when those men tried to hurt you, he snapped. His will to be kind left the same night you did. You never planned on running from him, but his violent tendencies only grew more and more gruesome as time went by.
You left when he was sleeping, an old bat he had found in a house you raided tucked by his side. You didn’t leave a note or anything for him to remember you by in hopes that he would move on. You weren’t sure how old you were when you left, but you couldn’t have been much older than fourteen.
After being on your own for a while, you found a group. They took you in and cared for you to the best of their ability, but they were weak. They were discovered by a group called the Saviors, who claimed to be led by a man by the name of Negan.
You told yourself that you left because of their willingness to give up half of their supplies, but you knew the true reason. Negan was an uncommon name, and there was no way in hell you were willing to figure out if it was the same man you had grown to hate.
You fled that community just like you fled from your father. You left in the middle of the night and found shelter wherever you could until you stumbled upon a small community. You were out scavenging for food when you came upon a man by the name of Jesus.
He took you back to the Hilltop, where you were taken care of like never before. All was well until the Saviors established their dominance once again over a group you had joined. You did what you did best, and left to restart your life again.
Alexandria welcomed you with open arms. You met Carl, who quickly became your best friend, and eventually became more than that. Your bond was unbreakable, and you didn’t see yourself running away from him any time in the near future.
You were on the run. For once, it was towards people, not away from them. Maggie was pregnant, and something was going wrong. You didn’t know if she was going into labor, if she had had a miscarriage, or maybe if there were any unknown complications.
You and Carl were leading the way through the woods as the other members of your group carried Maggie behind you. Your dim flashlight flickered as its battery began to run low, but you still managed to weave your way through the complicated maze formed by the tree roots.
You were across Carl, on your knees. You really tried your hardest to be scared, but you weren’t. You didn’t have the willpower to be scared at that point. Your body shook unknowingly, and your head seemed to grow heavier and heavier with each breath you took.
“Let’s meet the man,” a man clothed in gray from head to toe said. Your eyes remained focused on the gravel beneath your knees, and the RV door was busted open. The voice you heard made you release a sob you didn’t know you were holding in.
Your dad had grown a beard the colors of salt and pepper, and he sported a fine leather jacket with gloves to match. He scanned the row of your friends before his eyes met yours. You saw him quickly come towards you, and that’s when your eyelids became too heavy to hold open.
Title: Just Let That Sink In Author: Reyxa Rating: T
Adrien’s day begins like any other.
“Plagg,” he groans, lungs burning as his nostrils are blocked by a small black ball of stink. Adrien sits up, Plagg sliding from his place and into Adrien’s lap.
Plagg whines softly, curling up into a ball. “Let me sleep, kid. We wake up at 5am every morning.”
Adrien sighs, shoving a hand through his knotted hair before nuzzling Plagg affectionately with a single finger. “Yes, but you also sleep all day anyway. Also I think we need to give you another bath.”
Plagg shoots up, eyes wide. He flings himself under Adrien’s bed as Adrien himself snickers. “Don’t you love me, Adrien?”
“I’ll love you when the smell of camembert isn’t choking me in my sleep.” he rolls his eyes, hopping out of bed and stretching.
“And your new habit of not wearing a shirt to bed isn’t doing anything for your ego, Chat Noir.” the exasperation is evident in his voice. “You’re either shirtless or clad in leather all hours of the day, give it a rest.”
Adrien tips his head back and laughs, a laugh that is the most genuine laugh that has bubbled in his throat in weeks. “You’re just jealous of my hot body.” Adrien boasts as he nudges Plagg with his toe.
“Please, those heavy mortal bodies are nothing to be jealous about.” Plagg quips, clawing at Adrien’s toe.
He can’t keep the smile off his face as he heads into the bathroom.
Plagg is the greatest friend any sheltered kid could ask for. The kwami was grumpy and cantankerous but he kept Adrien company through many of his lonely years and Adrien would be forever indebted.
The smile he woke up with slips from his face as he stares at the darkness beneath his eyes. Maybe early photoshoots and late night patrols aren’t the best combination. He sighs, attempting to tame his wild blond tresses.
Saturday is his favorite day of the week. Saturday means no photoshoots, no obligations, no duties. Saturday means waking at 8am rather than 6. Saturday means catching his cute neighbor as she stumbles down the steps that lead to their floor at exactly 10 every week.
She is nameless, that girl. But her blue eyes hold a passion he wishes he could see in his own green ones and her blush is all kinds of adorable. And her stammering and babbling could tug at his heartstrings. More than once he wondered about pursuing her. Every time, guilt caught his heart in its iron grip. That guilt, unlike the girl who lived next door, is named.
Guilt’s name is Ladybug.
His heart is Ladybug’s and that is that. Whether she wanted it or not, she held it in her gloved hands because he had shoved it into them. Take it, you’ll take better care of it than I ever could.
Adrien grimaces at his reflection before shoving a toothpaste-dressed toothbrush in his mouth.
“I mean, I don’t know!” Marinette is babbling again, gesticulating wildly.
“Every Saturday, Marinette!” Tikki laughs, touching Marinette’s nose affectionately.
Sighing, Marinette flops onto her couch. The old cushions creak under the sudden weight. “Someone like him wouldn’t be waiting for someone like me, Tikki.”
Tikki tucks a strand of hair behind Marinette’s ear. “Don’t say that! You’re perfect! Anyone would be lucky to have you. You are Lady Luck after all!”
Her dramatic sigh flutters past her lips. “Ladybug is amazing, Tikki. But without the spots, I’m just Marinette.”
Silence from the tiny red kwami. Then, “You’ll be late, Mari. It’s 9:58.”
“No!” Marinette cries, shooting up.
A smile lights Tikki’s face as giddiness takes Marinette over. “Wait for me!” she shoots into Marinette’s bag as Marinette stumbles out the door.
Marinette steels herself as she locks her door behind her. She stares into the grooves of her door as she thinks, You will say words today. And coherent sentences maybe? But don’t push yourself! Baby steps!
But as she turns to the steps to begin her trek to the grocery store, breath is torn from her lungs. He’s there.
His vivid eyes are turned to the phone in his hand, a secretive smile on his face. His features are delicate and she again finds herself itching for her sketchbook. He’s leaning against the window, light catching the blond waves of his hair.
As terribly infatuated as she is, Marinette has yet to know his name.
A tug from her bag jolts her from her reverie. Marinette shakes her head, clearing it before beginning her descent down the stairs.
Most of them do sometimes, some of them do all the time. Predatory birds are the most likely to have bad breath simply because the food they eat and typically, their breath never smells “fresh”. Most raptor species have a crop which acts as a storage space for large amounts of food. This means they can eat lots of food very quickly, fly somewhere safe, then digest it leisurely. Typically these raptors don’t have terrible breath, but if they store a large amount of food in their crop, it can begin to smell until they digest it. If they have bad breath all the time, it can be a sign of illness or digestive problems like sour crop.
Owls are the exception here, and unfortunately not it the good way. Owls lack a crop in favor of possessing an upper digestive tract muck like our own. But they also lack and epiglottis, that little flap in our throat that can help block our airway or esophagus as needed for breathing or eating. This means that any air from the stomach or lower esophagus is easily exhaled in the act of breathing. The result is this awful halitosis coming straight from the stomach and whatever the bird ate most recently.
Ahhh, this was so rushed and not great, so sorry! This week is a challenge but I’m loving it.
Cw: mentions of internalised and external homophobia, biphobia, racial and anti-LGBT slurs
Maggie had told her that for a while, everything would be shiny.
And it was. God, it was.
Every kiss had felt like coming home. Suddenly she was constantly noticing people on the subway who she suspected could be gay. Her friends had all laughed when Maggie mercilessly crushed Winn at pool. She’d unlocked a huge part of herself, figured herself out, and maybe now that she had this piece, things would come easy.
But now? Now there were cracks in the surface, and Maggie wasn’t perfect, and their relationship wasn’t perfect, and their community wasn’t perfect.
Of the three, the last was the one that surprised her.
Alex has said it more than once – that coming out had made her feel like a kid again – but it wasn’t just her attraction to Maggie that was destabilising. It was also her new-found cluelessness, the feelings and identities she was only just learning all the big words for, the rawness of the emotions she’d unwittingly buried for years without ever knowing it.
Alex has always prided her on being a quick study (something Maggie had been jokingly praising her for in bed lately), but even she found the process of discovering a new community, a new history, overwhelming. A lot of what she learned felt like someone handing her scissors after a life of trying to tear things open with her teeth. But some of it? Some of it made her scared. Some of it made her ashamed.
She was letting it get the better of her one night at the bar, several whiskey shots deep after straight losses at pool, when it first came up. “Are you mad at me?” she’d asked Maggie.
“Because I’m not a gold star?”
Maggie narrowed her eyes, leaned against the pool table. “Where’d you learn that term, Danvers?”
Trauma and Healing: Adjusting to Normal [Jason Todd x Reader]
A/n: Okay guys so here is chapter 5! I made it as a bit of a more fun chapter. Just the reader hanging out with the outlaws and making it a bit of a plot oriented chapter, not a lot of dialogue. Its a light chapter compared to the others I think. I’m kind of on the fence about it so if you guys liked it I’d love to know. Thanks loves, hope you enjoy. Love ya! <3
After that night you gained an immense trust in the trio. Jason, Roy, and Kori became your main support system. Always there if you needed anything. Having given you a spare room they had for storage, it only having any extra ammo, arrows, guns, the usual vigilante needs. It’s nice having that space, being able to have a place to be alone and calm down if your powers act up.
You still frequently hear the voices and have flashbacks from your PTSD. However, your powers were beginning to become completely under your control and you didn’t flinch like you used to when someone would comes near you. The only thing sticking with you from your past were the flashbacks. Having done a lot of training with Kori, of whom’s abilities were the closest to yours. Though there has had to be some self training due to the three not having the knowledge of how to help with those powers like the energy pulses you could let out. Batman had offered to assist in training you, but you told him the Outlaws were taking care of you and you didn’t want to burden him. He has a whole city and world to worry about, you’re just fine. Plus you trust them more than you trust Batman.
Training was hard. Jason and Roy had also taken up teaching you some hand to hand combat, and taught you to shoot both a gun and bow. Sometimes it would stress you the hell out, often leading to one of your and Jason’s regular talks on the roof while having a smoke. Jason really had taken a large part in helping your adjustment to this life. Especially with your education.
You had been taken before you could graduate, leading to just knowing the basics. Jason had taken to helping you improve with subjects like english, literature, some history. He’s quite intelligent. Often you both would sit on the couch, he’d watch over your shoulder as you read. Explaining what certain parts of a book meant or explaining a word you didn’t know.
Jason loves teaching you. Loving to just watch as you read, the way your eyebrows furrow when you’re trying to figure a portion of the plot out. He was really beginning to have strong feelings for you. There’s just a strength and adoration about you he can’t shake.
These feelings did not go unnoticed by Roy and Kori. They absolutely adore that Jason is smitten with you! They do not stop teasing him about it. Jason would end up swinging his arm behind the couch when reading with you, it resting behind your back. When they would see that they’d always just smirk at him, earning a glare from the marksman.
They would take every opportunity they had to tease Jason. It’s not often they get a chance too, Jason is known to be smooth when it comes to women. But there’s just something about him having a ‘crush’ that Roy and Kori find adorably hilarious.
Today they had taken a special interest in teasing them. Now that you had your powers under control they thought it would be safe to show you around Coast City, and Kori was excited to go shopping with you. Hell, she was just excited to have another girl around.
Arriving at the mall, Roy and Kori claimed to be starving and went off toward the food court. Leaving you and Jason on your own. He shook his head chuckling, “Well, I should’ve expected that. Come on there’s a store I want to show you.” Jason smiled while putting his hands in his pockets.
Following him through the large building he led you into a small book store. “This is where I get most of my books” his eyes skimmed over the many shelves. He witnessed as you left his side and began to run your hand over the books. For a while he just stood watching you, admiring the way you would delicately take a book of the shelf and look it over before putting it back. Occasionally checking out the first page.
Eventually shaking himself out of his enchantment before going around to look for a certain book he was searching for. Occasionally he would look over to you, making sure you were still there and okay. Finding his book he walked up behind you, noticing you reading the back of a book, recognizing it as Pride and Prejudice.
“Find something you like?” His low voice made you jump, realizing who it was you laughed and held your chest. “Gosh, you scared me Jay.” Smiling while looking back at the book, realizing the name you just used. “Oh gosh I’m sorry, I uh I didn’t mean to” panicking while looking back to him. Seeing a light pink dust his cheeks, “No, no. It’s okay, you can call me that. I mean Roy calls me ‘Jaybird’ so I don’t mind” he smiled reassuringly.
Grinning sheepishly at your feet, you nodded. Looking up at him you both started to laugh a bit. Though it was cut off by the sound of Roy yelling, “Are you two nerds done?” Rolling your eyes you both exited the store after paying, you taking a spot next to Kori as you walked. Not noticing Roy throw an arm around Jason and ruffle his hair teasingly. Then Jason pushing him off.
Kori led you into about every store. You needed this trip, having been living off hand-me-downs from her. She helped you pick out shorts, shirts, skirts, dresses, the whole nine yards. Her final stop being the one she had been waiting for. Excitedly she dragged you into Victoria Secret, which was indeed a rather needed trip.
Usually Jason wouldn’t even flinch, Kori had dragged him and Roy into this store nearly a hundred times. But with the thought of being in the store with you made his cheeks heat up and his heart quicken, fighting it back as to not tip off his teammates.
You and Kori walked and looked around the store, Jason and Roy idly following. Jason avidly avoiding eye contact with you. “See anything you like Jaybird, on a certain someone” Roy nudged him, wearing a shit eating grin. “Fuck you Harper” Jason glared at the archer before walking off to follow you and Kori once more. Roy chuckled running after him.
Catching up to you both. Continuing to look around, but you eventually convinced Kori you had what you needed and that you should go. She was hesitant but finally agreed, paying before heading out of the store. Jason breathed a sigh of relief. It was beginning to get dark so you all decided to make the walk back to the apartment.
You were a bit down about having to go back. Knowing they had a mission tonight, meaning you’d be on your own until the following day. Jason must’ve noticed this, “Hey, wanna have a smoke when we get back?” Meeting his blue hues you nodded before diverting your eyes back to the sidewalk in front of you.
Staying silent the rest of the way to the apartment. It honestly felt as if you were out during the entire walk. For some reason you barely remembered it, feeling like you zoned out the whole time. It was strange. It felt like something was trying to push your consciousness out and replace it with something else. It freaked you out a bit but you shook it off when reaching the apartments.
The others noticed it too but didn’t bring it up, figuring you were just thinking about something. Jason thought maybe he’d talk to you about it when you got back. And he did, it was the first thing he brought up when you both lit your cigarettes.
“You were quiet on the way home. Is something wrong?” He asked, letting out the smoke. “Just tired is all” you lied with a shrug. “It didn’t seem like you were tired. [F/n] I’m serious, is something wrong?” His expression showing one of worry.
“Jason, I’m fine really. I was, am, just tired, and a bit overwhelmed from all the people. I’ll be fine after some sleep. I might be a little lonely tonight after having you three around but I’ll be okay.” Smiling a reassuring smile at him. His shoulders fell as he sighed, “Okay, but if you need anything we’re just a call away. It’s your first time on your own since everything so, if you want one of us to stay.” You sent a look that said ‘I’ll be fine’ and he raised his hands in defeat. “Alright Alright” Saying before taking another drag. You shook your head smiling, flattered by his worry.
“Hey guys! We gotta go!” You could hear Roy yell from the fire escape. Both turning at the same time to see him poking his head up. “You better go, I’m going to finish this” holding your cigarette up. “Alright, see you tomorrow. We’ll keep you updated.” Jason smiled before putting out his cigarette and jogging over to Roy. Leaving you to lean against the ledge, taking another drag of your cigarette.
Standing there you thought of what happened earlier. ‘What was all that zoning about? That was a first.’ Thinking to yourself. Bringing the cigarette to your lips again. ‘It’s probably nothing.’