Summary: Phil doesn’t like when hate preachers come to campus. They make him nervous and uncomfortable. But this time, Dan is there to help him through it in an unexpected, yet pleasant way. Word Count: 2,201 Warnings: homophobic slurs, hate speech, anxiety Title creds: Let the Flames Begin - Paramore A/N: Thank you to @snowbunnylester (as always) for prompting me this! I’ve been on a writing splurge lately and I honestly don’t know how I’m doing it. Lemme know it you like this!
There is an angry aura surrounding campus in the form of ignorant slurs and angry responses. This only happens on the occasion, but it makes Phil nervous each time, a pit in his stomach and his throat closing up as he tries to walk as fast as possible past the angry crowd.
There was a man, dressed in preacher’s clothes and holding a sign with a list of the types of people who were going to “go to hell”. Phil didn’t have to look to know that homosexuals and masturbators and adulterers were on the list. He swallowed and ducked his head, trying to move as fast as he could. Dan was ahead of him, probably shaking his head and scoffing as he does every time they passed by a preacher like this. Sometimes Phil thinks he’s more upset about this kind of thing than Phil is, despite being the heterosexual one in their friendship, just by the way he wasn’t afraid to shout his opinions right back.
“That storm is pretty bad.” You glance out the window and can’t help but agree. Hurricane Renee had been on the news for days, and now that she had hit, she seemed determined to live up to her name.
Unfortunately for you, this meant that your seven children were cooped up inside. The manor had become a complete mess between various board games, and one or two games of extreme hide and seek.
So far, the casualties included a chandelier, a Ming vase, two of Bruce’s golf clubs, and Alfred’s blender. You’d left your children to the mercy of the butler and retreated to the library to find Helena staring out the window.
Your daughter was a daddy’s girl and had been from day one. She was fierce, tough and outspoken, and she hated storms with a passion. More often than not, lightning and thunder filled nights found her in your bed with you and Bruce.
Hurricanes seemed to be even worse. The usually rambunctious girl was sullen, and more than a little pouty. This was proved even further when she snuggled up to you. Dick, Jason, and Cass were your snugglers. Helena preferred her personal space.
Never one to pass up an opportunity, you pull the girl close. Kissing the top of her head you say, “Don’t worry baby girl, Daddy will be home soon.”
She sighs, “I hate business trips.”
You smile, “You and me both.”
“This was a long one.”
You nod. Two weeks was a long time for Bruce to be gone. Typically, he skyped conferences, went only for a few days, or took the family with him. That hadn’t been an option this time.
When midnight comes and goes without any word, you start to get anxious. Bruce’s plane had landed before the storm had really started. The closing off of streets had kept him from coming straight home, but he had still called to check in. But now, he wasn’t answering his phone and that worried you more than a little.
You’re brought out of your thoughts when someone yells, “Code green.”
Pushing your husband to the back of your mind, you spring out of your office chair and towards the clock. You turn the hands to your anniversary date, and make your way down to the cave. You find your Dick, Jason, and Cass suiting up, and raise an eyebrow in question, “And where exactly do you think you’re going?”
Dick’s face is straight laced, serious as can be. A perfect imitation of Bruce’s. “The Riddler has cut power to the entire city. He’s offered a challenge, if someone can issue a challenge that can stump him, he’ll turn the power back on.”
You bite your lip, before issuing your orders, “You’re not going out there alone.”
You watch Dick’s and Jason’s eyes go wide, “Mom!” You listen as Tim turns in the computer chair to face you. You take a deep breath, “I said alone. Call in Wally and Barry.”
You see Jason hesitate, “Dad …”
“Isn’t here. You’re not going out there without a League member. Hell, I’ll call in Superman himself before I let you go out there alone. I know you’ve been doing this for years, but I’m still your mother. I have my limits.”
It takes half an hour for the speedsters to arrive. Even then, you’re left with a queasy feeling in the pit of your stomach. You watch them go before taking over Tim’s chair.
You’d spent less and less time in the cave as the boys had gotten older. You imagined, you’d spend even less time there as your children got older. Tim would soon become the next Robin, his training was almost done, and then Helena and Damian would take over. Eventually, Terry would start his training, and that broke your heart. Your last baby was growing up, and it made you want to cry.
It’s a long night. A very long night, with more close calls than you care to admit. By the time dawn breaks, the storm is still going strong, but your kids are back home. You tend to the cuts and bruises before sending them to bed.
You’re on your fifth cup of coffee when you get a call from the hospital. There’s been an accident with your husband, and you’re needed. Now. You’re certain that your heart stops at the words.
One look out the window tells you that you’re not getting anywhere right now. Between the winds, the flooding, and the damage from Riddler’s attack, you’re stuck. You’re forced to wait two days, before going to the hospital, alone.
You arrive at Gotham general looking a mess. And you’re certain that at least one paparazzi had taken your picture. Still, you walk through the hospital with the authority of someone who’s family has donated enough money to build two new wings.
You find your husband sleeping in the waiting room. He’s wearing scrubs of all things, and sprawled across several chairs. So of course, you hit him. He startles awake and stares at you while you rant, “How dare you Bruce Wayne. Not one freaking phone call. Not one. I thought you were dead in the morgue, or lying here in a coma. But no, I find you here dressed as though you just performed surgery. I have been worried sick.
“I lied to our children. I said that you called, that you were stuck at the airport. How DARE YOU!”
Bruce takes it all in stride, before pulling you in for a hug. He holds you while you cry, and says “I’m so sorry. They only had time for one emergency call, and I thought I asked them to tell you that I am okay. I am so sorry.”
You take deep breaths to calm yourself, before asking “What happened Bruce? Why are you in a hospital?”
He wipes his hands over his face, “I was driving home, when there was an accident. Someone spun out on the road, crashing into me before spinning into another car. The driver, and two passengers were killed. There was one other survivor. A twelve-year-old boy, his name is Duke. I was able to get him out, and get an ambulance out but there was nothing they could do for his parents, or the driver. I couldn’t leave him alone.”
You sink down beside him, “What are you thinking Bruce?”
He stares at you, “How would you feel about having and eighth kid?”
Steve Cap, someone got him to do a school visit to a kindergarten in Brooklyn. Traykor
“Are you sure this is smart?” Steve asked, as he followed the event organizer down the hallway. Bright decorations in a variety of languages welcomed him to PS.375 Jackie Robinson School. “I mean, I’m not trained to work with kids or anything.”
He’d worn his least-threatening uniform (no tac straps or supply pouches, no cowl, and no gloves) but he still felt like some kind of terrifying giant, especially since most of the art on the walls was at child’s-eye level.
“Don’t worry, you won’t have to teach a class,” she replied, amused. “You just walk into the classroom, tell them hello and that you’re from Brooklyn too, let them ask you some questions, and hand out the little history booklets.”
Steve had insisted on vetting the “LIFE OF CAPTAIN AMERICA!” booklets before they were printed, but they were harmless little comics about his life growing up in Brooklyn. Sanitized, maybe; they left out the gang wars and the worst of the grinding poverty. But still. Educational.
“We’ve had great feedback from the Local Heroes program,” she continued.
“Yeah, Spidey says he loves doing the Queens schools,” Steve agreed. “Lucky we have so many heroes regional to New York.”
“All right, here we are,” she said. “Ready?”
Steve squared his jaw. “Ready.”
Inside, a group of kindergarteners were sitting in a semicircle on a large, brightly colored mat, being read to by a teacher. Steve faintly remembered his early school years as having a lot less carpeting. He barely heard the introductions being made; by god they were so small.
“Hi,” he managed stiffly, when he saw the teacher looking at him expectantly. “I’m Captain America. I’m, um, from Brooklyn too.”
The children stared up at him silently.
Ah, hell with it, he thought, and let himself down onto the carpet, crossing his legs, boots tucked up under his knees. His shield clanked, and he took it off his back, setting it against his knee. “I grew up around here,” he said. “I was born in Vinegar Hill.”
One of the kids reached out and whacked his shield with one hand. It resonated, and there was a chorus of “oooooh”. Steve grinned, pulling the shield around in front of him, and drummed his fingers on a sweet spot. The shield let out a low whine.
“It’s made of vibranium, a special metal,” he told them. “It sings when you tap it. You wanna try?” he asked a girl in the front row, who made a tiny fist and banged on it.
“My brother plays bucket drums on the subway,” one of them announced, and scooted forward to bang out a clumsy rhythm on the shield.
Steve, before he really understood what was happening, found himself surrounded by small, damp children, banging on the shield and firing questions about it at him. He didn’t even remember he was supposed to give a speech or hand out the booklets until the event organizer touched his shoulder.
“Captain America has a few other classrooms to visit,” she said. The kids looked disappointed. “But he left some books for you!”
“Be good, read up on your history,” Steve said, as he stood and mounted the shield on his back again. The children all nodded.
Outside, in the hallway, he grinned.
“I guess it makes sense they’d like the shield,” he remarked. “Brooklyn kids like to make a lot of noise.”
If people absolutely must let someone but Finn define Finn, why is it that they’ll go for Kylo Ren’s opinion - the actual villain of the story - and that of random Stormtrooper #357 - who only exists for Finn to fight him and then get killed?
Why not Poe Dameron’s opinion?
Or General Organa’s?
Why is it ‘traitor’ and not ‘good man’?
Why is it ‘Finn ran away’ and not ‘Finn was brave’?
Why is it ‘Finn committed treason’ and not ‘Finn renounced (or rejected or rebelled against)’?
Why is it that this fandom insists that very people and mindset that Finn rejects, the actual bad guys, are the ones who still have a right to define him and not the people Finn chooses to associate with?
Is it because ultimately to this fandom Finn’s choices doesn’t really matter?
Because they sure as hell won’t let him define himself either.
The prompt 131. Sterek. I just started following you because of your amazing writing. It's super duper good. And you just need to now that I'm really awed by it.
Thank you so much!! That really means a lot to me. And I’m sorry it took me so long to get to your prompt, but hopefully you enjoy this bit of College AU misunderstandings and fluff that it inspired :)
Derek has let the boys in room 309 get away with a lot over the past semester, but this might finally test the limits of his patience.
The thing is, he’s not the most unreasonable Resident Advisor on campus. He knows he was a bit of a hardass last year, before he figured out how to balance the job with his overly ambitious course load. And he knows that the students who live on his floor are equally afraid of him as they are likely the ones behind the rumors that he’s a eunuch.
But he has a staunch ‘live and let live’ policy that most of them are too grateful for to complain about. As long as he doesn’t have to deal with the fallout of their hijinks, and gets left alone in relative peace, he doesn’t care what they do. And he would, honestly, really rather not know the gory details of it all anyway.
It’s a philosophy not unlike the one Derek applies to his personal life, such as it is. Over the years, he’s found that his day-to-day existence runs a whole lot smoother if people just leave him the hell alone and let him return the favor by burying himself in his books and leaving them the hell alone right back.
The boys in room 309 are so far the only ones who have decided to actively push at the limitations of this system.
Violation after violation–from the time McCall harbored five different stray animals in there for an entire month, to the time Stilinski started charging random passersby for life advice with a cardboard “the doctor is in” sign on their door, and actually turned a not-insignificant profit because everyone thought he was collecting for charity–and Derek has let it all slide.
Not this time.
“Shut up,” he says the moment he reaches where Stiles is fidgeting in the hallway outside his locked dorm room.
Stiles scoffs. “Rude.”
“It’s one thirty in the morning on a Wednesday. I’m allowed.” He pulls his master key out of his pocket and makes to open the door, but Stiles leans forward with a small smirk and a twinkle in his eye.
“Come on, you know you love our little late night chats.”
God help Derek, he actually does. Secretly, very deep down, he kind of does. Or, well, he would, if they didn’t take place a handful of hours before his alarm is set to go off.
“After a night of partying and spilled drinks lead to royal heir Park Jimin entering your life, he’s insistent on making it hard for you to get rid of him. And you might just be convinced you don’t to.”
Pt. 3/5, rated M for Major Make Out Session
“Powerless And I don’t care it’s obvious I just can’t get enough of you The pedal’s down, my eyes are closed No control”
« This was a hell of a bloody
hunt. » Dean remarked as he let himself collapse on the sofa.
« I totally
agree. » you said as you sat not so without groaning on the chair, in
front of Sam.
Vampires. Those blood suckers
really gave you a hard time. No one has been badly hurt though, just minor
wounds for the three of you. Nobody spoke during the way back, the only sound that
could be heard was some rock song that Dean put on. The music was playing in
the background while you, Sam and Dean were thinking about that bloody hunt. That
was like that after each hunt : you always felt a bit guilty after killing
them because those monsters were once human before turning, but you couldn’t do
« I’m going to take a
shower. I can’t stand smelling and feeling all that blood on me. » Sam
announced as he stood up before walking towards the bathroom of that dirty and shappy
« Alright Sammy. »
you answered at the same time as Dean, causing him to smirk.
You threw a look at your damaged
red fists, remembering every punch you gave with them. You winced as you slided
your fingers on your fragile skin, a little bit of pain rushing through your
« (Y/N) ? »
You turned around to look at
Dean as you heard him calling you, your name sounding like a sweet melody on
his lips. He was now sitting down on the sofa, facing you. You couldn’t help
yourself but check him out quickly, like you used to do everytime you had the
« Wanna take a drink
with me ? I’ll go nuts if I stay here all night. » Dean offered
as he looked around him, raising an eyebrow when he noticed a spider web in the
corner of the room, a sigh escaping from his mouth.
Your heart warmed up at the
idea that Dean thought of you to accompagny him for a drink. You, too, needed
to get your head out of this hunter life for a night. Plus, Dean would be with
you, so what could you ask for more ?
AN: Everyone knew Suga was in love with her. He just didn’t want to say it, that was- until she was going to leave.
Y/N was nearing the end of her time at BigHit as BTS’ personal assistant. She shared her job with a noona, and they split the band between them. Y/N was in charge of Yoongi, Namjoon and Jimin’s schedule whilst noona took care of the others.
Y/N was feeling optimistic about leaving, she was going to go to college to study English Literature after taking a year out to figure what she really wanted to do. During that time, she was mostly running after Min Yoongi who couldn’t get his but out of bed to get to interviews, or seemed to pester her with the most obscure requests. She was his PA, but his requests were the most obscure things anyone could ever come up with. The other guys weren’t like that, and it seemed that he took fun in specifically getting her to do these things. Sometimes he could be the sweetest person ever to exist for her too, which often meant he was hot or cold. His mood changed like rapid seasons around her.
He also seemed to like teasing her, sometimes it went over board and Y/N ended up on the verge of tears not too long ago.
“Is he cute?” Noona PA asked, as Y/N let it out that she had a date tonight set up with a mutual friend of theirs during lunch. But now, whilst the guys were getting their hair and makeup done did noona PA decide to ask her about it out of the blue.
“Ah, young love! What are you going to wear? Sexy, cute, preppy, vintag-” Noona PA asked, too loudly for Y/N’s liking. It got J-Hope’s attention.
“Y/N whose the lucky guy?!” He semi asked-yelled.
“I feel bad, this is all happening and you didn’t tell us.” J-Hope play pouted.
“Yah, Y/N I think you should go for cute-sexy. If it were me, I would be captured and wanting to know more. “ Namjoon offered his thoughts on how she should dress for her date. He explained it with his hands, like she was some sort of concept.
“Namjoon, If it was you, you’d spend most of the time going on about some theory that no one knows about.” Y/N teased back.
“Aish. Whatever, just know that guys like cute-sexy.” He said.
Y/N rolled her eyes.
“Who has a date? Y/N?” Suga asked, in a blunt voice that bluffed up.
Y/N never knew how to react around him. He was sometimes hot and cold. Today, it seemed like cold.
“Suga- hyung, what’s your opinion on what Y/N should wear on her date?” Jimin asked, smirking.
Suga contemplated his answer. He wanted to say that she should wear that baseball top with the number 3 on it, paired with her black ripped skinny jeans and nike sneakers when he would pick her up to go and get pizza.
“Nothing really makes a difference. Plain is plain.” He said nonchalantly.
The rest of the guys rolled their eyes or silently huffed. They knew Suga had a thing going on for Y/N. He couldn’t express his feelings, or even try and convey it to her he had some feeling in general.
J-Hope shot him a dirty look. He signalled that what he said was uncalled for.
Y/N on the other hand, was on the verge of tears. She had to keep it together, since she was working. She tried her best, but felt her eyes about to pour out. Stripping it back by looking up, she willed herself to stay composed. Y/N didn’t know why his words sometimes cut through to her.
“I think we should keep our personal lives, personal. Now, Namjoon- you have an interview for 4 today.” Y/N said diverting the topic.
Suga was an asshole to her. Later that night, when Y/N was about to file their scripts from todays interview, she was surprised to see Suga standing in the doorway.
“Can I help yo-” She was cut off by him.
“Who is he?”
“I’m sorry. I’m your PA. My life isn’t that interesting or necc-” She was cut off again.
“Answer my question. “ Yoongi said, taking a step towards her.
“Why are you wearing that?” He asked, looking at the red ensemble she was in, paired with black stillettos. She looked enthralling. Yoongi wanted to be the only one to see her legs. Not whatever frat boy she’d be going to see tonight after work.
Scrap that, Yoongi thought to himself. There was no way in hell he was letting her out of his sight, dressed like that for someone else.
“I need you to help me tonight.” Yoongi said, about to lower himself to a last resort.
“Please, Yoongi I really want to go out tonight.” Y/N half way begged. She couldn’t stand his how petty he was being. It was clear he was trying to mess up her night off.
“Too bad. I call my monthly negotiation today.” Yoongi said, smirking. A monthly negotiation was when he could chose one day a month where his PA could be asked to stay with him to help beyond the hours they normally worked.
Today was that day for Yoongi.
“UGH. I hate you.”
Even though Y/N didn’t end up on her date, Yoongi got her to order in pizza and made her sit down with him eating. To anyone else, it looked like they were having a date night in probably. Weirdly, she enjoyed herself even though she shouldn’t considering she was on the verge of tears not too long ago. Yoongi had this weird ability to make her feel like that, something was up; but Y/N didn’t want to think about it too much. It would complicate things.
End of flash back
“She looks like she’s seen herself in the mirror lately.” Think of the Devil and the devil shall appear, Y/N said to herself as none other than the guy who took over her nightmares said walking past her into his dressing room chair.
The rest of the boys just huffed, annoyed at Yoongi’s blunt rudeness whenever he was around Y/N. Namjoon just wished he’d confess his feelings already, considering he spends so much time usually just talking about how ‘weird’ she is or asking about her to the other members.
Y/N was now a bit more use to his random requests and bluntness, although he was polite to the other PA noona.
She rolled her eyes and went back to the chart she was looking at to organise their schedules.
“Yah, how am I going to live without Y/N when she goes to college?” Jimin huffed.
“Why, someone finally let her in?” Suga asked, blunt as ever again.
Jimin ignored him and Y/N usually just rolled her eyes, but no one doubted her intelligence.
“All five accepted me, including two USA ivy leagues.” The Ivy leagues were thanks to Namjoon’s helping when he could in preparation for the tests, but still- Yoongi just tried to make her seen incompetent.
“So you don’t think BTS are good enough for you, is that why your’re leaving?” Yoongi asked, aggressively getting up from the chair he was about to sit on.
“Nice to know you’ll miss me.” Y/N said without looking up from her sheet of schedules.
“Get me the lyrics I left on the desk on the third floor from the other day.” Yoongi said, trying to seem unaffected. This was an example of the weird requests he had, which Y/N had no option but to do. She tried to be sassy about it at first, but now she was close to giving up.
“Yes, your majesty.” She said under hear breath as she tried to find where an obscure bit of paper would now be in this giant building.
Later that week
“That’s the last of your things? I’m going to miss you.” Noona PA said, seeing Y/N pack the last of her things from her office into a big box.
“I’ll be back this summer, we’ll go to Han River and watch fireworks. I promise.” Y/N said, knowing she’d be back from the US this summer once she got over all her exams.
She couldn’t help but feel emotional saying goodbye. She had also said bye to the boys apart from Suga, who didn’t even bother looking at her. She bought all of them cupcakes that she made and was met with goodbye gifts from each of them. She said they’d go far, and it would be a matter of time before she’d wake up one morning in New York hearing BTS on Capital FM.
Jungkook and J-Hope had let some tears loose, so she broke down saying her final goodbyes with them. They had become friends without her even realising, they all spoke about how it didn’t feel like Y/N was a member of staff to them, but like a sister.
“I’ll go check if your cars ready.” Noona PA said, excusing herself from the office.
“Oh, Suga…” Y/N heard Noona PA say as she was about to leave. Noona PA looked back and forth between Y/N and Suga, deciding it was best to leave them. Noona PA wasn’t dumb, she knew Suga probably liked her, because he picked on her like a boy would pick on a girl he liked.
“What is this?” Suga asked, stepping closer to Y/N and pointing at her two boxes.
Y/N figured this was his weird way of saying good bye, so she got the spare cupcake she had made for him out.
“Here. I know you don’t like me, but I just want you to know that I wish you the best. And-”
Y/N should have expected how he would cut her off by now.
“You’re not leaving.” He said, as-a-matter-of-fact like it was obvious.
Y/N furrowed her eyebrows.
“Okay…” She rolled her eyes, before it clicked he might pull another negotiation trick on her.
“Hey! No more negotiations, I’ve formally quit.” She warned.
“Quit?! How dare you! You can’t quit.” He yelled, which was rare. Suga’s voice going up octaves wasn’t something people usually saw or heard. Y/N nearly flinched.
She was confused, his behaviour was ice cold at the moment.
“Aren’t BTS good enough for you? Is that why?” He took more steps towards her, closing in on her against a wall.
“Why, Suga? Why do you care?” She asked, trying to keep composed. She wanted answers, this guy who seemed like he could spit on the ground she walked on was now looking at her like she was the focal point of his world.
He laughed, which did something to Y/N she didn’t want to admit.
“Aish. I can’t do this.” He said, pushing his head back and running his palm over his face.
“Suga…” Y/N didn’t know what came over her, but she reached out to touch him.
“Don’t go.” Suga said, in a low voice.
“Why? You have to tell me why…” Y/N said in a quiet voice. There had to be a reason why he was acting like this.
“I like you”. He said, their bodies so close they could be one person.
Y/N’s eyes widened.
“All this time, you treated me like absolute shit, you nearly made me, no in fact- made me cry on-” Classic Yoongi, cutting her off. This time, he took her into his arms and pressed a surprise kiss that Y/N warmed up to in seconds.
“Shut up. I was in love with you, you idiot”. Yoongi thought out aloud in the midst of his heated kiss. Y/N had gripped his shirt and was overcome with an unexpected need to be as close to him as possible. His gentle, calm, teasing kiss made her feel light headed.
“I’m so confused by you Min Yoongi, we need to go through what’s going on in that head of yours.” Y/N said, forcing herself to break off. She had no clue why she kissed the guy who made her cry and feel like shit for months. In repressing how she thought Yoongi was attractive, suddenly she let herself feel what she felt towards him.
Y/N felt like she had missed so much, like how he had a lop sided grin right now, like all that hatred that was bottled up had finally deflated.
It was like looking at a new person, or the real Min Yoongi.
He had said he was in love with her, which Y/N couldn’t get her head around. Yet, any fool who looked at his expression now could tell he looked like someone who was in love.
“From when you walked in to that room a year ago and introduced yourself, I thought you were cute. I watched you joke around with my hyungs, and saw you thoughtful you were. I saw how you helped people when you didn’t have to, but most of all- when you spoke to me. I realised that getting you riled up had become a past time of mine, but there was more, I-”
This time, Y/N cut Suga off for once. She could tell it wasn’t easy for him to pour his heart and soul out like that.
“It’s okay. I know.” She said, trying to make him feel better.
Little did she know, that’s what people who are in love do.
This has been bouncing around my head for a while, so I thought I’d share (was originally going to be an ask but it got stupid long as it spiraled out of control). It originated by thinking about how weird Naruto is in the new stuff, and I was struck by a thought: What if they didn’t win the war and were instead caught by the infinite Tsukuyomi which made them believe they won. Then when Kaguya tried to take the chakra back, she found out it couldn’t be done without killing the people (she ate the fruit to stop conflict, not kill everyone), and instead came up with the plan to wait them out and breed the chakra out of them, reverse the strengthening that the clan era caused until there is nothing left (after all, she is immortal, she has plenty of time). So to that end, she sets up something like the Matrix with the Infinite Tsukuyomi. Everyone is living in the joint dream world, conflicting dreams make things a bit sketchy at times (see Naruto and Hinata) but it works. Children are created using the genetic material of the parents and placed directly into the illusion on birth, this generation sees little decline, but in time the chakra will be gone again.
Eventually, however, the illusion is partially broken and a small group of people escape (Naruto’s Team and Boruto’s Team), maybe due to the sages chakra maybe for some other reason. They plan to try to defeat Kaguya again, but she’s holding the world hostage and displays a willingness to actively kill hostages, so they’re forced to change tactics. Sakura holds off Kaguya using her seal (which had been collecting her chakra for the entire time she was in the illusion) while the boys try to scrape together a pile of bullshit capable of saving them. They end up using the sage’s chakra to send Boruto, Sarada, and Mitsuki into the past to the start of canon (or maybe just before).
At Naruto’s urging, the three go to Konoha and use key phrases known only to the Hokage to convince Sarutobi that they are from the future (this is primarily done because the kids only have an incomplete collection of stories about what happened leading up to the war, the hope is that Sarutobi and Jiraiya will be able to put together the pieces). He sets them up to join the graduating class so as to affect change with the rookies and remain close to the action while Sarutobi focuses on the large scale changes (Sarutobi is saddened to learn of Danzo’s treachery, but not surprised). A select few are told the truth (Shikaku for sure), while everyone else with the proper security clearance (most of the shinobi corps) are told that they were rescued from a recently discovered and raided Orochimaru lab. Oro playing with Uchiha and the Yondaime’s DNA surprises absolutely no one (though most are only told that he shares DNA with the jinchūriki, and they just assume it’s for his Uzumaki heritage), and Mitsuki is assumed to be a test to see if using his own DNA would create a better host body. The lab is said to have been raising them like normal children and it’s postulated that he’s not sure if mental trauma can be transferred by the body stealing jutsu, but since these are such long term investments he’s not willing to risk it (this is to explain their functional personalities, and why they are not traumatized lab rats). Boruto and co are mostly unsure how to interact with their parents’ generation as equals (Boruto has no idea how to interact with the hyperactive ball of sunshine that is his chibi father [Naruto, however, is fucking ecstatic to have a kinda-brother], Sarada is confused by Sakura’s general everything and how obsessively overprotective Sasuke is [he found another Uchiha, like hell is he going to let Itachi take her too], Mitsuki amuses himself by tormenting Anko with kindness [Anko doesn’t know what to do with the clone of her sensei declaring her nee-chan and generally being a vicious little angel around her] [Kabuto is very confused by the entire situation]).
You ketchup hater, please write me a
spidey one will ya? (via @bellamyblakesgun
Peter Parker x POC Reader (College AU) Warning: Fluff, mild thigh riding
and dry humping, alcohol mentions, Me screaming in the background as I watch
his performance again and again Word Count: 1.3k+
I know I said no underage characters (AND
I FUCKING MEANT IT) but Tom Holland
is 20 so all my Peter fics will be a 20+ year old college AU type thing.
PLUS DID YOU SEE THAT VIDEO. I’M DECEASED. This turned out to be a bit more
sinful than I originally intended I’m not sorry at all. Also…what the fuck are
so in the run-up to ch14 i ended up sending even more textwalls to @aceinplainsight about virtually every thought that popped into my head about @kazliin‘s fic. i thought i could post some more observations of stuff i came up with when i reread the entire thing in anticipation of ch14, since my last post seemed to go over well. not sure there’s anything super insightful in here, but here it is. beneath a cut because of length:
It was 7:50 pm as you paced anxiously around the gym waiting for Bucky to enter. Every slight noise put you on edge expecting him to burst through the door. You had been reciting what you wanted to say to him for the past hour and every minute that passed by made your nervousness grow.
You really didn’t have anything to be worried about. You already knew that Bucky loved you, it was just that sharing all your feelings with Bucky was nerve wracking. There was no telling how he would react. Would he try to take back what he said to you in the gardens when you brought it up?
“So Buck, are you going spar with me for real this time? Last time I beat you so bad, I swear you were letting me win” You heard Steve joke with Bucky as they approached the gym door. You froze in your spot unable to move, when all you wanted was to hide. Your nerves were getting the best of you, but you took a few deep breaths and regained your composure. Straightening your shoulders, you turned to the door and waited for Bucky and Steve to enter.
Their voices became clearer as Steve opened the door and allowed Bucky to go into the room before him. Immediately after Bucky’s feet crossed the threshold of the gym, Steve slammed the door closed behind him.
“F.R.I.D.A.Y, lock all the gym doors and do not open them until I give you the go ahead. Mr. Barnes has something he needs to take care of in there” you heard Steve yell from outside the door.
“Of course Mr. Rogers” the automated voice replied and the click of the doors locking echoed throughout the space.
Bucky hadn’t noticed that you were in the room as he was too busy pounding on the doors, trying to get himself out.
“Steve what the hell! Let me out you dick” Bucky yelled, clearly exasperated with Steve’s antics. You were also a little shocked with Steve’s “plan”. This is not what you had expected but if it’s the only way to get Bucky to hear you out, then so be it.
Bucky’s hands were buried in his hair as he turned himself around, obviously not getting anywhere by yelling at Steve. That’s when he spotted you. His eyes widened and he immediately began yelling at Steve again.
“Steve I to swear to god, I’m going to beat your ass when I get out of here” Bucky shouted and slammed his fist against the door again.
“Bucky, we-” you started but he cut you off.
“No, no I can’t do this Y/N” he cried. Hearing him say your name for the first time in a very long time sent shivers down your spine.
“What do you mean you can’t do this? What can’t you do?” you asked and stepped closer to him.
“I just can’t” he said and gripped his hair harder and slid down to the wall and onto the floor.
“No, I don’t want you to say it…I know it was stupid of me to say. The last thing I ever wanted was to make you uncomfortable. I really ruined everything, didn’t I? You have to know how sorry I am for saying it but I just couldn’t help myself. I know you deserve better than me and I know what you are about to say. I can’t bare to hear it, so please don’t” His words came out rushed and he seemed to be choking on the air around him. His gaze dropped to the floor and you took a deep breath.
“Buck, look at me” you stated firmly.
“Please Y/N, don’t” he begged you but slowly lifted his eyes to meet yours. You stood above him and looked him directly in his eyes.
“Did you mean it? What you said at the gardens?” You asked nervously, picking at your nails. The silence was tense and after a few moments he opened his mouth to speak.
“Every word” He whispered. A warm sensation radiated from your chest and spread down your arms and legs. You smiled and he stood up from where he was sitting on the floor. He was no longer looking at you. He just paced back and forth across the padded floor. His hand were in his hair yet again and he seemed to be getting more flustered by the second. Amidst his pacing his eyes met yours and he stepped forward to speak to you.
“Okay listen. I’ve felt… that way about you for a long time now. At first I thought it was just a little thing that I would get over. But then every time I saw you around, I couldn’t stop staring. I found myself thinking about you all the time. And then I started talking about you when you weren’t around. I’d miss you whenever you left a room. I would wonder how you would wear your hair everyday and I’d practice how I would greet you at breakfast in my bathroom mirror. Your presence made me feel at ease, like I was a human being again. You would help me through my nightmares and play with my hair. You stayed up late with me to watch movies when I couldn’t fall asleep and whenever I came back from a mission you were the only person I wanted to see. You made me breakfast and exposed me to the new world. You trusted me with everything that you had and that is something that I had never experienced. I mean, how could I not love you for god’s sake. You are so intoxicating and insanely intelligent. You were so compassionate and you treated me like a normal person when I felt like I was a monster. We were best friends, but I always wanted more with you. I should’ve been satisfied with being friends with you and I’ve waited for years for my feeling to subside but they’ve only grown. I invited other girls around to distract myself, but on every date I would keep daydreaming that you were the one with me instead. When we went to the gardens I thought that if I could tell you, even if you were asleep, then maybe I could ease my mind. Obviously that was a shit idea. Now I’ve ruined everything and I’m sure you won’t want to be around me anymore. I’ve missed you so much and these past weeks have killed me. I understand that you don’t feel the same-” His words had you nearly in tears. He had just said everything that you had every wanted him to say to you but he just wouldn’t shut his beautiful to allow you to speak. You interrupted him and began to talk.
“Bucky-” he cut you off again.
“Y/N please just let me finish, I know that you deserve better and-”
“It’s okay if you don’t want to be friends-”
“Bucky goddammit shut up and listen to me!” You yelled at him. His eyes snapped to you, wide, and his cheeks were bright pink. His line of sight dropped back to the floor while he tried to catch his breath from his speech.
“I need you to look at me so I know that you are listening, please” You whispered. He lifted his eyes to meet yours and they held a distressed look that he only expressed after a particularly bad nightmare. You stepped forward and took his metal hand in yours. His body froze as he stared at you.
“Bucky, I love you”
“You-you what?” his eyes opened even wider than they were before if that was even possible. You reached out and brushed his hair out of his face from his wild rant.
“I love you.”
He gaze left your eyes and he gripped your hand tightly.
“I’m dreaming. This isn’t real” he murmured. He lightly shook his head back and forth.
“I can promise that you are not dreaming. I’m real, and I love you very much Mr. Barnes” you smirked and chuckled at his reaction.
“Again” he whispered.
“Say it again” he pleaded with you and his eyes met yours once again.
“I love you” you stated and kissed his jaw.
“Again” he asked and a smile began to spread over his perfect face. “I love you” you kissed the tip of his nose.
“I love you” you kissed his cheek. His hands settled on your hips quirking his eyebrows to ask if it was okay with you. You smiled at him and rested your head on his chest. You were too lost in eachother to hear the click of the gym doors as they unlocked. Steve peeked his head inside and saw smiles on both of your faces. His work was done.
Bucky’s large hands held your face as he tipped your head up to kiss him. He weaved his fingers through your hair and you wrapped your arms around his neck. You both grinned into the kiss and at some point had to pull away because you were both too giddily happy. Bucky’s metal thumb rubbed the small of your back under you shirt and he leaned down to kiss your neck. You groaned and pulled him closer to you.
“Um guys, this is great and all but maybe you should go to one of your rooms before you have sex all over the gym floor” Steve smirked as the both of you whipped your heads around to the source of the noise. He laughed at his own joke and you smiled. Bucky’s hand gripped yours as he pulled you towards the door.
“Yeah whatever punk” Bucky said and shoved his shoulder into Steve with a smile.
“Oh wait there’s one more thing” Bucky stated and stopped you right in front of Steve.
“Y/N I love you, how’s about you let me take you dancing?” your smile grew and a massive grin overtook his face. “There Steve, how was that? ‘Tell her that you love her when you know she’s listening, and take her dancing’” he quoted Steve’s words from earlier that day.
“I’m gonna say that you did pretty good” You piped up from next to Bucky and squeezed his hand. He smiled at you.
“Alright so dancing? Where are we going?” you asked and Bucky led you past Steve.
“Where ever you want, love” he stated simply and kissed you forehead.
Summary: After the Avenger’s falling out, you were put in charge of putting Bucky together. Under King T’Challa’s orders, you were given a month’s time to create a new arm while simultaneously figure out how to get the triggering memories of his past out of his mind. As the time goes by, you found yourself confiding in him, despite his frozen state.
A/N: The tags are kinda fucked up lately, so if the tags aren’t working, I’ll just re-tag you guys when it’s fixed.
Title: A Vow to Remember Pairing: Jughead/Archie Word Count: 2181 Summary:
Kevin is offended Veronica doesn’t believe him when he says Archie’s bisexual, especially when he opened the door on Archie and Jughead in a closet together - which he’s vowed not to tell anyone about. Now, Kevin’s creeping around trying to catch them in a couple-y act, or to get them to confess to being in a relationship.
Your body lay next to John’s on the concrete ground, the boys watching over the two of you. Dean shook his head, licking his lips. “I hope this works.” He sighed.
Sam glanced at the two of you. “She’s the one who could pull him out. They’ll be fine.” He assured his brother.
John had both hands on the wheel, his knuckles white from how hard he was gripping it. Tears stung his eyes, though they didn’t roll down his cheeks. His heart ached. His choice had a 50/50 chance of being the right one. If it wasn’t, he hoped that Lizzy grew up to be a strong woman, and that you moved on.
Hearing sirens, he glanced in his rearview mirror, but ignored them. His car lit up with the red and blue of the lights that sat on top of the police cruiser. Seeing the bridge up ahead, he continued to do his best to move through traffic, praying that he didn’t kill anyone else in the process.
His heart was pounding in his chest as he neared his end. Once he was ¼ over the bridge, he jerked the wheel to the right, closing his eyes. The metal gave way from the force of his massive truck. He felt himself falling towards the water, and he just hoped that things worked out.
the first thing we must grasp to understand this theory is that this is possibly the hundredth of times this has happened, Lord devil has won every time before and when he wins Father Time loops time back to the beginning and only lets himself, Hell’s Kitchen remember the loops, they learn a little bit more every loop and this helps them hone Ren to defeat Lord Devil, but Ren needs help doing this so he gets help from Sorrien and with every loop the Sorrien of that loop is aged, given a new name and left with the memories of there adventure but only vaguely and hazily; like a dream, this is to not have them alert anybody that Ren is a human and not part of the Paffelo clan (So Sorrien is her own sister in a sense), the only other person who has some knowledge of the loops is Spinne who has glimpses of alternate Ren’s and these visions interest him so he obsesses over ren and follows him even since chapter 5, while this is all happening the current loop (the one we are following in the comic) is different since all previous attempts have failed Father time and Hell’s kitchen so they are mixing things up, where Ren is a wild card who failed due to him not having chosen to defy Lord Devil so Father Time and Hell’s Kitchen go to a last resort there own wild Card; Saff, Saff is brought in to hopefully cause a chaos and plant the seed of doubt in Ren to defy Lord Devil and thus he can not ascend and destroy everything.
This theory of insanity covers why Father Time knows Ren, Why Hell’s Kitchen knows and helps Ren, Why Celas does not stop Ren and Sorrien, Why Spinne is so infatuated with Ren, why Saff is such a focal point for lord devil since he does not want Ren to turn against him since Saff is doing his purpose, How Ren will truly win and we get to know that Lord Devil is being Cock Blocked by a higher power.
Hey again! I’m back with a new oneshot that I hope you enjoy! As always, you can leave any type of feedback, it’s always welcome.
summary: Phil has been
waiting for Dan to come back from his 10 day trip with some of his university friends so they could celebrate their four month anniversary.
What he didn’t expect was that Ben (one of Dan’s friends) had to stay with them for two more days because his flight back home was cancelled.
no trigger warnings
“Okay… perfect.” Phil
whispered to himself as he tasted the stir-fry he had been cooking
for he and Dan. He had dressed up nicely (he had spent more than an
hour perfecting his fringe, so it should be worth it) and was
finishing cooking their dinner since Dan was coming back today from a
10 day trip that he had organised with some of his uni friends.
Apparently they did some kind of reunion every year (even if Dan left
law they were still good friends) and this time they were travelling
to who even knows where.
After their tour they had
decided to move things forward and started dating and since yesterday
had been their four month anniversary, it was perfect that Dan was
just coming back today. They were happier that they had ever been,
Phil couldn’t ask for more. They hadn’t told anyone yet, they wanted
to keep it a secret for a few more months and even though it was
being a bit more difficult that they thought to hide it from their
family, friends and most of all, their viewers, keeping it a secret
for a few more months made everything much more exciting.
The sound of the front
door unlocking startled Phil from his thoughts so he rapidly turned
off the stoves and rushed out of the kitchen and down the stairs to
greet his boyfriend. “Hey Dan! I’ve missed… you” but his last
word died in his mouth as he saw Dan entering the flat with Ben, one
of Dan’s uni friends, not expecting him at all.
“I’ve missed you too,
Phil” Dan replied back, greeting Phil with a smile before turning
back to Ben, who was standing behind him, “You remember Ben,
“Yeah, hi Ben” Phil
awkwardly let out, lifting his right hand to wave at him, “I wasn’t
expecting you.” Phil remembered hanging out with him multiple times
when Dan and him were in Manchester, and they both had get on well
but now it wasn’t the best time…
Ben waved back and was
about to explain why he was here but Dan beat him to it, “Ben was
supposed to catch another flight back to Germany to meet his parents
there after we landed in London, but it was cancelled and won’t be
able to fly back till Friday so I told him it was okay if he stayed
here for the next two days… I texted and called a few times to tell
you but you never picked up…” Dan rambled, hoping Phil would
And Phil did. If he had
been Dan he would have done the same, but yesterday it had been their
four month anniversary and he had prepared Dan’s favourite dinner and
if that wasn’t enough he hadn’t seen him for 10 days and he had
really missed him… But now with Ben here they couldn’t do any of
the ‘coupley’ stuff Phil had in mind.
“Yeah, of course you can
stay Ben.” Phil replied a bit forcedly, looking back at Ben who
offered him a smile, “as for the texts and calls, I have been in the
kitchen for a few hours and my phone is in the bedroom so I think
that explains why I look so surprised.” Phil awkwardly laughed,
hoping the tension would go away.
“Thank you so much guys,
you totally are the best!” Ben exclaimed.
“I will grab some sheets
and prepare the sofa bed in our office for you, okay? You two can
relax in the sofa, I bet you are tired.” Phil said, giving them both
a forced smile before climbling up the stairs to grab some clean
The 'coupley’ stuff will
have to wait…
Dan was sure Phil wasn’t
mad at him, but when he saw him walk upstairs to get Ben’s
provisional bed ready he could see how upset he was. And apparently
Ben saw too.
“Dan, are you sure that
I can stay? Phil didn’t seem so happy about it and I don’t want to
impose really, I can go to a hostel or something, I don’t mind” Ben
offered but Dan knew he couldn’t ask his friend to leave. He wasn’t
that rude and Phil wasn’t either, they wouldn’t make him leave.
“No, it’s okay, I will
talk to Phil later…” Dan said looking at Ben,
“Okay, if you say so I
will stay, I promise not to disturb much.”
“Now, c'mon, help me get
your luggage to the office,” Dan spoke in a much light-hearted
voice, “it’s on the top floor so it won’t be easy to get it there
since I know you packed all your apartment.”
Ben laughed at this
because it was true. His luggage was never the easiest to carry
around. “I will get it upstairs, you cannot even lift a pen with
those lanky arms of yours.” he replied back, picking up his big
suitcase and steping up some of the stairs, waiting for Dan to do the
same with his.
“The worst thing is that
you are right.” Dan mumbled out before picking up his also heavy
suitcase and between grunts and a few stops they made it to the main
hallway, where they encountered Phil just walking down the office
“Oh, your bed is ready
Ben. I’m going to serve dinner now, so just change and I will meet
you two in the living room, okay?” Phil rapidly said, making his way
to the kitchen not giving the other two time to even speak back.
Dan just sighed deeply
and turned to Ben, who was looking at him already, “You can take a
shower while I talk to Phil, we can all eat dinner after.”
Ben just nodded and
picked up his suitcase again, making his way upstairs while Dan
rolled his luggage to what it was supposed to be his bedroom.
It was a bit strange to
see his bedroom after so many days. Well, not only his, it had been a
few months since it had become theirs.
Phil was opening one of
the many cupboards of the kitchen when he heard the sound of the
shower running so expecting it to be Dan who was showering (since he
always did that when they came back from a trip) he almost dropped a
glass when he heard his boyfriend’s voice from the doorway “Hey
Phil jumped, turning his
head around only to see Dan claded in his joggers and a t-shirt, “Oh
God, you scared me! I thought you were the one in the shower.” Phil
said, leaving the glass safely in the counter before turning his
whole body around so he could speak to him better.
“I told Ben to have a
shower before dinner, I will have one before I go to bed.” Dan
explained, entering the kitchen and looking around at all the dishes
Phil had cooked.
“You cooked my favourite
meals…” Dan realised, looking at the stir-fry that was still on
“Yeah, since yesterday
was our four month anniversary I wanted to surprise you…” Phil
explained in a timid voice, looking at his socks, “but hey, I made
enough food for three or even four people so it will be okay.” Phil
laughed awkwardly and turned around so he could continue picking up
the dishes but two hands circling his waist from behind stopped him.
“I’m sorry Phil, I
didn’t know that you had something special prepared. If I had known I
wouldn’t have invited Ben…” Dan said, hugging Phil closer to him,
letting Phil’s back touch his torso, both of them getting comfort
from each other’s touch.
He had missed Dan and
since they were now a couple he had noticed Dan’s absence more than
he did when they were only friends. He practically ached for Dan’s
touch but he couldn’t have any. 10 days without him had been hell for
Phil, so he just let himself be hugged by his boyfriend for a few
“No, it’s okay. I would
have done the same as you and we are not bad people, I don’t think I
could live with the thought of having sent your friend away so I
could just cuddle with you.” Phil said in a low voice in case Ben
could hear them but the sound of the shower still running relaxed him
a bit. “I wish we could be more coupley today, but it will have to
“We could tell Ben if
you want to, that way we don’t have to hide…” Dan offered.
Phil turned around and
sighed as he put his hands in his boyfriend’s forearms, not wanting
to make eye-contact with Dan, “I would love to but you know, we
haven’t told our parents yet and it’s not that I don’t trust Ben,
because I do but, I don’t think it would be fair. My brother doesn’t
even know and I feel like our families should know it first…” Phil
explained rushedly, trying to avoid Dan’s eyes.
Dan brought Phil closer,
hugging him, letting him know that he understood what he was saying.
It was true, they hadn’t even told their parents and even though Ben
was a good friend he might not deserve to be the first to know their
secret. “It’s okay, and I agree, they deserve to know it first.”
Phil let himself be
hugged, and he was about to hug Dan back when he heard silence from
downstairs, understanding that Ben had finished his shower and they
couldn’t act like this in the next two days.
He separated himself from
Dan’s arms and put a reasonable space between them, “Go, I will
bring the glasses just now, you can switch on the tv so we have
background sound while you ramble about your trip…” Phil showed
him a small smile, trying not to show how upset he it was but he was
sure Dan noticed. They knew each others’ expressions so well by now
it was impossible to lie.
“Phil…” Dan said
again, trying to say something to comfort his boyfriend a bit more
but he didn’t know what else to say.
“Go, I bet Ben will take
your seat if you don’t tell him which one it is…” and with that
Phil turned around to grab some more glasses, letting Dan know that
the conversation was over and he should go back to Ben now.
All three were now seated
and having dinner, chatting about the trip. Dan’s mind wandered off
the conversation, fixing his gaze on Phil who was sitting in front of
him chatting calmly with Ben. He realised how good Phil looked today.
He always looked attractive but he had one of his best dress-shirts
on, one that made his shoulders a bit broader and his fringe was
looking neat and shiny, just as the hairdresser had recommended him
to style it before tour.
Phil had dressed up all
nicely and had prepared an awesome dinner full with Dan’s favourite
meals only to have him share it and Dan hadn’t even properly thanked
him. He was the worst boyfriend ever.
“Dan? Are you with us?”
he heard Ben’s teasing voice, making him wake up from his thoughts.
“Oh yeah sorry, I spaced
out… What are we talking about?” Dan looked between Ben and Phil,
who as looking at him curiously, as if he wanted to ask what was
wrong but he didn’t, imagining he couldn’t explain it with Ben here,
and he was right.
“I was about to tell
Phil the story of what happened to us in the river, when you almost
fell.” Ben explained, making the three of the chuckle.
“Oh God Ben, it’s so
embarrassing, please, don’t!” Dan suddenly said, not really wanting
Phil to know the whole story of it. He could use it as blackmail
later. The less he knew the better.
“Dan!” Phil let out a
whine, extending the 'a’s of his name, “let him tell me the story! I
wanna hear all you did on the trip, it sounds so amazing!”
Dan looked at Phil again,
and realised he looked much relaxed and happy than an hour ago. He
guessed he was still a bit upset but by the smile on his face he
could tell he was having fun, and if the story about Dan almost
falling into the river would make him happy he could let Ben tell
him. It was the least he could do after all Phil had done for him…
“Okay tell him, but
don’t go into too much detail, okay?” Dan mumbled, trying to sound a
bit annoyed but he couldn’t stop the small smile appearing on his
face as he heard Phil exclaim a happy 'Yes!’ followed by Ben’s laugh,
who started telling the story.
By the time Ben finished
Dan was red as a tomato and wanted to hide under a blanket for a week
but seeing Phil laugh so freely at his misfortune was worth it.
The three of them were
watching a movie now, they had tried to sit as comfy as possible in
the sofa but since all of them were so tall it was impossible to fit
comfortably on it, and Phil had ended up moving the armchair they had
so he could also watch the tv even though he couldn’t enjoy Dan’s
body next to him.
He just dismissed Dan and
Ben when they both had offered to take the armchair, but he wasn’t
that selfish and let them share the couch.
Phil wasn’t really paying
attention to the movie, his thoughts were a bit more entertaining. He
sometimes looked in the direction of them both when they laughed
loudly, or mostly only Dan, and Phil used those moments to appreciate
the smiley profile of his boyfriend that was only visible thanks to
the flashing lights of the tv.
Dan looked back at him,
as if he knew he was looking at him so Phil rapidly avoided his gaze
by looking down at his lap, blushing a bit at the fact that he had
been caught staring; and as soon as he didn’t feel Dan’s stare on his
face he tried to focus on the movie this time.
He in fact, was so into
the movie now that he even started laughing at some scene, but was
surprised when he only heard Ben’s laugh and not Dan’s, which
apparently surprised them both because their eyes met before looking
at Dan, who had fallen asleep at an awkward posture on the sofa.
Phil’s face softened at
the sight. He had been so tired he hadn’t even managed to watch an
hour of the movie. And apparently seeing someone asleep was
contagious too, because Phil yawned even though he could say that he
wasn’t that tired.
“Maybe we should go to
bed too?” Ben’s low voice said, a yawn cutting his last word.
Phil looked at him and
then back at Dan. He had been looking forward to secretly cuddle with
Dan in bed but now that Dan had fallen asleep in the couch he didn’t
have the heart to wake him up to move him into bed… The cuddles
will have to wait.
“Yeah, we should. Just
next to you there are some blankets to cover Dan, I don’t think he
would appreciate being woken up to move into bed, and the couch is
comfy so…” Phil explained while he turned off the tv with the
As Ben picked up one of
the blankets, Phil grabbed some throw pillows that they had in the
sofa and pilled them together before moving Dan’s body and laying him
down in the sofa gently, trying not to wake him up.
Dan let out some grunts
at the movements but didn’t wake up, so Ben rapidly threw the blanket
over his body and sighed when he managed to do it without waking him
Phil chuckled, “don’t
worry, when he is really tired he is a really heavy sleeper, it’s
just like a bear on hibernation.”
Ben wanted to laugh but
another yawn interrupted him. “I think it’s time to go to bed…
Good night Phil.” and he started walking out of the room.
“Good night Ben,” Phil
offered him a small smile before he completly exited it, recieving a
smile back before he was out of sight.
Phil made sure Ben had
completly exited the room before looked back at Dan and crouched down
so he could push aside some of the curls that were tickling his
forehead, kissing it lightly so he wouldn’t wake him up. “Good night
Phil made his way to the
end of the hallway, where their bedrooms were. He stopped for a
second… Should he go back to his bed in case Ben woke up early and
saw him making his way out of Dan’s bedroom or should he go into
Dan’s room and sleep peacefully and risk that that scenario could
happen? He could always wake up super early and fake that he couldn’t
sleep or something, he doubted Ben could wake up earlier than 7am as
they were so tired.
He opened the door to his
bedroom first and took some steps forward, a shiver running throught
his body at the coldness of the room. Phil slowly turned around to
open Dan’s bedroom door, where he was meet with a comforting and
calming atmosphere, that made him want to curl into the duvet for
“Let’s hope Ben doesn’t
wake up at 6am tomorrow…” and with that Phil put on his pyjamas
and set up an alarm. “Well, let’s make it 6:15am”
The first rays of
sunshine woke Dan up, making him groan at the discomfort of the light
directily on his face. He turned around, facing the cushions, trying
to sleep a bit more but he realized he was too awake already to sleep
so he laid on his back, trying to find something interesting in their
“Wait. Why am I in the
lounge and not in bed?” Dan wondered out loud, his voice not too
loud in case he woke the other people sleeping in the flat.
Dan sat up straighter,
rubbing his face with his hands, trying to rub the sleep from his
eyes. He searched for his phone that was on top on the coffee table
where he had left it yesterday while they were watching the movie. A
“6:14am” showed up as he unlocked it. It was too early for him to
be woken up at this time.
That’s when he heard an
alarm go off his bedroom, it wasn’t too loud but the silence of the
flat made every sound more loud than it actually was.
'Why the hell is an alarm
sounding from by bedroom? It must be Phil’s but why?’ Dan thought,
getting up to investigate what was happening.
As he was reaching his
bedroom door the sound stopped and the door was violently opened, an
alarmed looking Phil almost colliding with Dan.
“Hey, what are you doing
up so early?” they asked at the same time, making both of them laugh
“The sunlight woke me
up, but you don’t have any excuse to put an alarm so early.” Dan
explained in a lower voice, trying not to wake Ben up.
“Yeah I do…” Phil
muttered quietly, “I know we have been sleeping in your bed, and
since you were away I have also been sleeping there, and I tried to
go back to my room yesterday in case Ben woke up and found me leaving
your room but I just couldn’t, so that’s why I’m waking up so early,
that way it was impossible for him to see me sneak out…”
Dan looked at him,
staring at the bags under his eyes, realising he hadn’t gotten much
sleep probably form the tension and nerves of being caught. Dan
grabbed Phil’s hands in his and squeezed them, “Phil, go back to
bed, I will make sure Ben doesn’t notice when you come out of the
bedroom, don’t worry.”
Phil stared at their
hands and then back to Dan’s eyes, “No, I can take a nap later, it’s
okay… I just need coffee and…” he let the sentence unfinished,
swinging their hands a bit and pulling Dan a bit closer, giving him a
hint of what he wanted.
Dan caught up with what
Phil was implying and lifted one of his eyebrows, “And? If you don’t
say it I cannot do anything…”
“Coffee and a morning
kiss, maybe?” Phil said innocently, making Dan chuckle, but as soon
as he started pulling Phil closer they heard a loud yelp coming from
the office, making them both separate and almost run towards the
Dan opened the office
door, Phil just behind him who looked over Dan’s shoulder only to see
Ben lying down the office floor, the sheets tangled around his legs.
“Sorry I woke you up but
I fell off the bed!” Ben embarrassedly explained, trying to untangle
the damn sheet from his limbs.
Dan and Phil just burst
out laughing, seeing the funny scene that was happening in front of
their eyes. “This is revenge from the river story!” Dan said once
he stopped laughing, but anyways started helping Ban out of the mess
he was in.
“I will just start
making coffee.” Phil said, shaking his head at their antics and
walking back to the kitchen to start their breakfast.
At least Ben’s
interruption had been funny enough not to be angry about it.
Since they all had woke
up so early, after breakfast they decided to play some Wii game since
they didn’t feel like going outside.
“C'mon Ben, your turn”
Phil said, but was interrumpted when said’s phone chimed with a
message so the blue eyed paused the game and let them also have a
rest from the game so Ben could look at his phone.
Ben picked it up and
pulled a surprised face when he read what he recieved, “Oh, it’s an
email from the airline, they say my flight is avaliable today at 10pm
if I want to fly back today instead of tomorrow.”
Dan and Phil looked at
each other before looking back at Ben, who was staring at them
already as if he was waiting a response from them. “You can stay
till tomorrow if you want Ben, it’s no problem.” Phil offered. Even
though he just wanted to be alone with Dan he didn’t have the heart
to throw him out before he had too.
“No, I don’t want to be
more of an inconvenience,” Ben rapidly said, “I can take the
airplane at 10pm, I kind of want to see my parents already…”
“Do you want us to come
with you to the airport?” Dan said, looking at Phil for confirmation
who just nodded, letting him know that he was okay with the idea.
“You don’t need to,
don’t worry, I will call a taxi.” Ben replied, “I should phone my
parents and let them know I will arrive today late at night instead
of tomorrow.” he had already exited the room to have a bit of
privacy while he called when Phil called for him.
“Ben! Play your turn
before you call, otherwise Dan is not going to wait for you and I
don’t wanna loose!”
“You know I’m gonna win
even if Ben plays, right?” Dan teased, pushing Phil with his
“Oh, stop it! I don’t
get why you are so good at all the games, I bet you are cheating or
something!” Phil pushed him back as he complained, making Dan laugh.
“Okay, you two stop
bickering!” Ben said as he reentered the room, “Give me the
controller Dan, I’m going to win this for sure, you both cannot beat
Dan grudgingly gave his
friend the controller back and sat back on the sofa, only to see Ben
beat their score.
“Well, a call awaits!”
and with that Ben left the room again, leaving an open-mouthed Dan
and Phil just staring at the tv screen.
The rest of the day
passed on a blur, till around 7pm, when Ben finally decided that it
was time he called a taxi to take him to the airport so he could be
early in case something went wrong.
“Well, this was fun.”
Ben said as he exited the flat and turned around to face the pair
that was standing by the doorframe, “thank you so much for letting
me stay here, I had a really good time, it reminded me about all
those times we hung out in Manchester.”
“Yeah, it has been fun.
At least our flat didn’t smell of Doritos and cheap beer.” Dan
commented, making all three laugh.
“You are welcome here
anytime, Ben.” Phil replied with a smile once their laughter died
down. He had to admit it that it hadn’t been the most pleasant
surprise when he saw him at the door but he was a really nice guy,
you couldn’t hate him.
“Thank you Phil.” Ben
said with a bit of surprise in his tone, not really expecting those
words to come out from Phil after he had seen him so upset at his
arrival that first day.
Dan was about to speak
when he saw the taxi arriving from the corner or the street, “Your
taxi is here.”
Ben looked back for a
moment, only to see a black car already waiting for him. He couldn’t
stay that much longer. “One last hug before I go?”
Phil hugged him first and
then Dan, who hugged him for a bit longer, considering he had been
one of his first friends at uni and only saw him a few times a year.
“Have a safe flight,
okay?” Dan said, once they both had separated.
Ben just nodded and made
his way to the taxi, where he waved at them one last time, and Dan
and Phil waved back at him.
“See you!” they pair
shouted at the same time, making Ben laugh hard at their
“See you guys!” and he
entered the taxi, waving back a last time.
Dan and Phil only closed
the door once the taxi was out of sight.
Phil leaned back against
their front door and was about to speak when a pair of lips on his
didn’t let him, making him lean back even more against the door.
They both instanly sighed
into the kiss, Dan circling his arms around Phil’s waist to bringing
closer while Phil’s hands made their way to Dan’s curls, moving his
head a bit so he could have better access to his open mouth.
They kept kissing for a
few minutes, fast and needy, enjoying the feel of the other’s lips
and tongue but at the same time wanting more, hands caresing every
space they could. Not having kissed each other in almost two weeks
led to having pent up emotions and needs.
“I’ve missed you.” both
whispered at the same time once they parted from the kiss, their
breaths intertwining still since they hadn’t separated that much from
Phil laughed a bit but he
was again cut off by Dan’s lips, bringing him into another deep kiss,
this one less franatic than the one before, more gentle and relaxed.
“I didn’t even thank you
for the surprise you prepared for me, so thank you. It was really
sweet and I’m sorry I brought Ben and we couldn’t enjoy it was we
wanted but…” Dan said sincerely, separating their bodies a bit so
he could look into Phil’s eyes.
“Hey, don’t worry about
that, I had a good time and well, I know we will have more
anniversaries to celebrate.” Phil replied with a smile, ressuring
Dan that it was okay, that he didn’t have anything to be sorry for.
Dan chuckled and grabbed
Phil’s t-shirt by the front, bringing him closer but not enough so
their lips wouldn’t touch, just teasing him into a kiss, “So, what
do you say? Do you think we should continue celebrating this one in
the bedroom, uh?”
Phil gave him a peck and
slowly nodded, giving Dan just the only confirmation he needed, so he
grabbed his boyfriend’s hand and brought him upstairs almost runing
till they reached the bedroom, where Dan threw himself into the
matress, bringing Phil on top of him, who slotted himself between
Dan’s legs, leaning in for another sweet kiss.
They kept kissing more
intensely and Phil could feel how Dan was getting horny. He could
tell by the way Dan grabbed his butt and pulled him down so he could
have the feeling of Phil’s crotch against his.
Phil really didn’t feel
like having sex now, he wasn’t really in the mood. He just wanted to
make out and then cuddle up with Dan under the covers. Sex could
“Dan, Dan wait.” Phil
whispered into Dan’s lips, separating their bodies enough so he could
lean on his forearms that were resting by Dan’s head.
“What’s wrong? Did I do
something?” Dan worriedly asked.
“No, no, it’s just…”
Phil looked down at their chests, not wanting to look directly into
Dan’s eyes. “I don’t want to have sex right now… I just want to
cuddle with you under the blankets.”
“Phil,” Dan softly
said, but it didn’t stop Phil from speaking.
“It seems silly and it
probably is but, I just want to cuddle because I have missed you so
much and I don’t know, I feel like you never leave me alone because I’m
always the one travelling with my family and leaving you alone here
and this time it was the contrary and it was so hard…” Phil sighed
deeply, opening up his mouth to speak again but a gentle hand on his
cheek made him stop and look up at Dan, who was looking at him
already with a small smile on his face.
“First of all, if you
are not in the mood, we are not going to have sex. Second, I’ve
missed you too, and if you want to cuddle with me under the covers we
can cuddle under the covers, I’m always up for cuddling, you know
that.” that made Phil smile and lifted the covers so they could both
get under the duvet.
As soon as they were
inside the warm bed, Phil burrowed his face on the crook of Dan’s
neck, giving him a small kiss there as he managed to get his arms
under Dan’s body, hugging him as if he was a koala bear.
Dan sighed at the feeling
of having Phil so close to him, slowly closing his eyes and enjoying
the moment. He circled his arms over Phil, lifting his t-shirt a bit
so he could caress the soft skin of his back, feeling each mole under
He heard Phil exhale a
puff of air into his neck, instantly giving signs of getting more and
more relaxed at Dan’s touch.
“I’m glad you are
“I’m glad I’m home
And with that the both of
them laid there for hours, the soft caresses of multiple fingerprints
slowly lulling them to sleep.
Full Summary: “‘I’ve been trying to find you alone for weeks, but you’ve been avoiding me.’ He clicked his tongue, as if scolding her. 'I tried approaching, but you always had someone with you to give me nasty words and looks. They turned you against me, Miss Levy.’"
Pairings: Gajeel x Levy
Warnings: I strode for a darker fic again. This is not for sensitive readers. Violence, stalking, etc.
Author’s Note: This is a very, very twisted gift for Bubbles, who has not been allowed to so much as read a single chapter. This will update every other day.
Levy flinched as she moved too quickly, her shoulder throbbing with agony. It was on fire, and when she moved the bandage aside, she saw that it looked anything but ready to heal. She thought about using it to get Elroy to maybe let her go, but didn’t dare try just yet. If he lost his temper…
Well. She was kind of trapped in a cabin in the middle of nowhere with no way of escaping and no one to hear her screams.
She took a deep breath and rolled onto her side. Elroy had locked her into the room again for whatever reason, and her shoulder ached too much to attempt an escape for the time being. There was no way out here in this room. She’d hunted up and down the walls for a good portion of the night before.
Levy carefully sat up, propping herself up with a grimace. She listened.
Max stumbled as he ran through the wood as fast as he could. He heard barking behind him, mixed with the foreign shouts of guards from the Stone Fortress. Considering what he had just done, they’d probably sent every hound in the kennels after him, with an entire platoon armed to the teeth. Great. Once again, he has gone and dome something incredibly reckless to try and save Klaus. Despite his high-quality boots, he still occasionally slipped over the wet, moss-covered stones and stumbled over roots that came just above the ground. He took off his jacket and flung it as far away from him as possible, hoping it would confuse the dogs as he ran through a small river.
Okay, focus. Inventory. What do you have to work with to get out of here in one piece, what can you do to survive? His spirits rose as he remembered the gun in his sweater pocket, but then they promptly fell again as he remembered that he had used the last of his ammo getting out of the keep. No wand either. Damn, he had to remember to tie one to a bungee cord next time, he seemed to lose them like they were pens. He had a knife, but considering the sheer number of pursuers he might as well have a candy bar. On the bright side, the forest was too tightly packed to use tanks or carriages, so at least he didn’t have to try and melt steel. Although if he could melt steel, their musket’s probably wouldn’t be a problem. No. Focus. He tried to remember any other ways of using magic that he might have seen over the years, stored in some dusty corner of his mind next to the safety instructions for half a dozen weapons of mass destruction.
As he ran he heard the voices and barks get fainter, and figured that his jacket must’ve held them off for a little while. He slid behind a large rock and allowed himself a moment to catch his breath. As he examined the knife he remembered one other way to use magic that could help- power sigils. Similar to runes of old, they’d focus magic into a powerful and often raw form, and Max could remember just the one he’d need to take care of a large group like this. Of course, it’d be tricky to spread sand on the ground in the shape with such limited time, but he could always carve it into something.
He heard a large amount of shouting from behind him, and the barking picked up in full again. They must be mad about the jacket, and Max hoped he hadn’t left anything important in it as he got up and started to run again. He needed more time, he needed to formulate a plan. Something with such a faint smell like the jacket wouldn’t cut it a second time. He stopped for a moment and pulled off both his boots before setting off again. He frantically tied the laces together and flung them between the trees as far as he could. He was starting to reach the base of a small hill now, and there wouldn’t be anything worse than getting stuck in between some hills. There were a lot more fallen leaves on the ground here, and as he ran in between the trees his socks snagged once or twice on sharp rocks and his toes knocked against hard roots. The trees here all had incredibly hard bark, and with his relatively dull knife it’d take a good 5 minutes to carve so much as a small line into one. He didn’t have that kind of time. He smashed his feet against more rocks. It was no use, his flesh was just too soft, too squishy…
The man in the eyepatch followed the baying hounds. This man had caused trouble for the last time, and he’d personally see to that. His men informed him that once again, the dogs has gotten distracted with something else belonging to the man, this time his pair of boots. He hated interruptions like this, and made it clear to his men. If only the man had chosen to run over a nice clear plain, he could chase him down with a horse and cut him down personally from on high. But alas, beggars can’t be choosers, and in any case this man’s death promised to be a satisfying one. He ran, leading the charge with his sheath and holster bumping against his legs. No muskets for him, if he had the opportunity he’d take the man out by his own rules, damn it.
He began to jog along with his men again. Their target would have to rest soon enough, after all he was only human. Despite rumors of what he’d accomplished to get in and out of the keep in the fortress of stone, there was nothing else he could be than a man with a bag of tricks. The man in the eyepatch has a good sense for these things, and he was pretty sure that their target was all out of cards to play, and sooner or later they’d have him. Maybe they’d even be able to take him alive, and be able to painfully unravel each dirty trick from his skull. According to the commander-in-chief, he deserved it. After that, he’d be able to do whatever he wanted to the man. He knew most didn’t quite see it, but there was a certain peace and beauty in watching someone else’s hope and life extinguish before your eyes.
His train of thought was interrupted by the dogs, who had gotten a lot louder in a very small amount of time. They must smell blood. Despite being loud, dirty beasts, the man in the eyepatch had to admit they did their job well. There was something primal in their barks, something that made him feel his bloodlust rise up from inside him full throttle, screaming and shouting for more with an unquenchable thirst that had been made known to him all those years ago. As he and his impromptu firing squad reached the peak of a hill, they saw their target at the bottom. He was resting against a tree with his backs to them, seemingly exhausted. His men began to shout again and rushed down to surround him, but something wasn’t right. The man with the eyepatch felt uneasy, there was something off about this. It was too simple, and after all the stunts this man had pulled there was no way in hell he’d let himself get caught that easily. He shouted a quick retreat order, but it was muffled out by the din of the dogs. The man with the eyepatch quickly scrambled for cover, and seconds after he had jumped behind a large tree there was a sound like an explosion as a violent blast of bluish light burst out from the center of the valley. The man with the eyepatch sat underneath the tree for what seemed like half a minute before he heard a creaking sound. He looked up, only to see the thing that protected him from the blast falling towards him, ready to crush him in an instant. He tried to scramble away, but his boot was caught on a root, and he fell face first onto the moss-covered ground. The only thing he could do is scream before he was snuffed out forever.
Max laid on the ground, unable to believe that it had actually worked. He glanced at his chest. It was red and raw, with the carving still etched into his skin and a painful sensation that came with it, as if he had been skinned and cauterized in an instant. He lay his head back down on the ground, and then turned it slowly from side to side to survey the damages. The entire valley had been cleared of trees, as if an arsonist or a sadistic man with a bulldozer had gone to town on it. Amidst the smoking and fallen trees lay the carnage, with some of those closer to the blast still sizzling with a sickly smell. Max didn’t care. He was alive. He raised one hand in the air triumphantly, and then put it to his mouth as he began to cough. His pickup crew would be here shortly, all he had to do was wait. It might not be the comfiest spot, but a short nap couldn’t hurt.