“Only trust yourself.” “Does he normally just lie on the floor like that without moving?” “I was alive when the Dead Sea was just a lake that was feeling a little poorly.” “I have a deep understanding of the human psyche, at least that’s what Freud always said.” “Mad men rarely make sense, mostly they just hate.” “Marriage is a wonderful institution… not that I would know.” “Last chance to save yourself.” “A regrettable choice of words,” “Is he more of a flower or cologne man?” “Pretty boy, get your team ready.” “Right, we should… join the party.” “Move it along, teenagers. The only person who gets to canoodle in my bedroom is my magnificent self.” “There’s nothing to be ashamed of, ____.” “For almost a century, I’ve closed myself to feeling anything for anyone.” “You’ve unlocked something in me.” “They say time heals all wounds, but that presumes the source of the grief is finite.” “I need your strength.” “Let me spell it out for you, I wanted to see you again.” “I’m not being cryptic, I’m being coy.” “Come in. And try not to murder any of my guests.” “True love cannot die.” “He hated us enough to kill us all.” “I love a challenge.” “I’m tired of you only wanting me around when you need something.” “You’ve inflicted worse.” “This fight’s far from over.” “To us.” “So if you were planning on teaching yourself the lambada on a greased platform over a pit full of knives, I wouldn’t.” “There’s no turning back.” “Maybe you should start living for yourself, do what’s in your heart.” “Your heart beats faster when they walk by, your skin tingles every time they enter a room…” “The good suffer, the evil flourish, and all that is mortal passes away,” “I know you feel what I feel.” “When things get crazy, don’t push me away.” “You continue to surprise me.” “You should leave him here. I could hang hats on him and things.” “I don’t care how many people you haven’t been with.” “I’m not okay, because you’re not okay.” “But you are different, and it’s a good thing.”
re/concilation. | Chat Noir/Adrien Agreste x Reader
Your chin found the palm of your hand - your cheeks inflating as you released another heavy sigh. Disappointment; fear, and anger built within you–the utmost strife twisting your stomach. Subsequent to your audible sigh; you separated your palm from your chin - waving it lazily. “Whatever–save your excuses and go already.” Ultimate remorse and sadness reflected in Adrien’s gaze - his mouth twitching awkwardly to keep from frowning.
“I’m really sorry about this. I’ll try to be back as soon as possible.” He pressed his lips to your cheek softly; causing you to fight back the urge to jerk away and act hostile. None of this was his fault–you hoped. You knew deep down that even he had secrets to hide, and that thought is the only reason you kept your faith in him so long.
“See you later then, Adrien.”
However; you were beginning to have second thoughts regarding his ‘disappearances’. Some times - you would catch him talking to a classmate with big, round blue eyes. You were an average girl, and Adrien was a cute popular guy – the possibility of him seeing another girl crossed your mind many times.
You shook your head lightly; raising your hand to wave the waiter over. At that exact moment he made his appearance - you were standing from your seat at the set table. “I’m taking my leave now.”
“If that’s what you wish; but, won’t your boyfriend be back soon?”
“Nope.” Came your immediate reply - accompanied with a stern shake of the head. “I’d rather save myself the time. Oh, and as for the bill - you can put it on the Agreste’s tab.”
“Will do. Thank you for coming and have a safe trip.”
“You don’t mind if I head off now right?”
The female adorned in red completed with black dots turned to look at him - a soft grin decorating her face. “Well look at you–found something more important than the city of Paris huh?”
His face flushed as he scratched the back of his neck with both hands - his mouth opening and closing in an effort to form words. As the former superhero let out a hearty laugh at his flustered appearance - he looked down, hoping to hide his face behind raised arms.
“Well, you aren’t denying it.” Her smile dropped as she glanced down at the dotted spray bottle in her hand–the item she’d gained from Lucky Charm in battle. “This is probably a bad time to bring this up–but I..know who you are in real life..?”
The blonde looked her in the eye once more - anxiety making his stomach churn. “Is it that obvious?”
“No–but what my point is; I’ve approached you quite a lot in my regular form..hoping you’d get the message. Now, I’ve realized that I can’t hope for that anymore - because you have someone you already love.” She fiddled with the bottle in her hands as her gaze averted from his. “Even so, our time together is limited just like yours with her is. So don’t make her wait.”
“You’re the one who stopped me..” He muttered, gazing up to the night sky. Immediately annoyed - the female superhero pointed the spray bottle at him; his hands flailing at the air above him instantaneously. “Don’t point that at me!”
With a soft sigh, her arm dropped to her side - her other hand coming up to place itself on her forehead. She forced a smile - shaking her head slightly. “You’re unbelievable.”
The boy who stood opposite of her took notice of this straightaway - a small frown stretching his lips whilst he lowered his arms. “A few weeks ago - I would’ve been ecstatic to hear that, because believe it or not–I had a crush on you. But now; I can’t even imagine what my life would be like without (Y/N)..”
Her eyes only continued to water as he took her hand in his - moving it away from her forehead to place a light kiss there.
“I’m sorry.” He then muttered, taking his leave.
The superhero donned in black stopped on a roof-top just southwest of your house - blending into the shadows of the night. Though he stood a few moments away - he could tell that you had already changed into your pajamas and were getting ready for bed.
Once again - the boy was coming to visit you late at night; in his superhero form as well. He stopped to look down at his hand - taking note of how much time he had left before continuing to progress to the house he recognized as yours.
Careful to not step on the small pots scattered across the balcony floor - he stepped around them quietly until he reached the white symmetric doors.
You stood just on the other side - your hands brushing upwards through your hair as you concentrated on the mirror in front of you. However; when he tapped lightly on the door made mostly out of glass–you jumped, letting your hair fall back into it’s original style.
“Chat Noir? What are you doing here this late?” You questioned, opening both doors to step out onto the balcony.
“Ah, it’s not that late. And isn’t it obvious?” Though directed at you–his question was rhetoric - a small smile appearing on his face as he tapped your nose. “I came to see you.”
You hummed lightly, blinking in slight surprise to his sudden affectionate nature. “Are you sure you aren’t just lonely?”
The taller male deadpanned; a mixture of annoyance and disappointment reflecting in his eyes–similarly to Adrien’s, you noticed. His mouth opened to say something in response - but you cut him off.
“I am.” You sighed through your nose. “My boyfriend had to ditch again today - and instead of embarrassing myself again like the first time–I left right after him.”
The blonde’s heart slightly clenches upon hearing this - a few negative thoughts swarming in his mind. “Well, if I were you - I would’ve ordered a bunch of food and stuff to make the bill higher as revenge.”
A few giggles left your form before he even finished speaking; the small giggles only becoming more audible as he did. “That’s not really a bad idea.” You then paused - replaying his words over in your head. “Uhm..Chat Noir, you’re not stalking me are you?”
The boy in question tensed and his face went red; fearing he said the wrong thing. “What do you mean?”
“How did you know I went to a place where I could 'order food’?”
“Well excuse me dear princess. As I don’t know know much about dates. All you do is go to a restaurant and eat right?”
You rolled your eyes - leaning your elbow onto the railing to place your chin in your palm. “There are other types of dates you know.”
“Oh?” He lifted an eyebrow. “Enlighten me.”
“Dates are basically when you and another go out to some place with a happy heart–enjoying both their presence and the activities. You can go almost anywhere and make it a date; movie date, Waterpark date, fair date–as long as you enjoy it I guess.”
At the lift of one corner of his lips and the wiggling of his eyebrows - you basically knew what he was going through his head. “Is this a date then?”
“No way dude, we’re still at my home.”
You were both then enveloped in silence - content with the soft noises the late night had to offer. The night was very peaceful - even with the faint engine noises that were just a few miles away. Chat Noir had his eyes closed; completely immersing himself into the sounds of the night.
You on the other hand, began to drown in negative thoughts; the silence giving you the pleasure of hearing such things loud and clear. After taking a shaky breath - you spoke up again.
“Chat Noir, can I tell you something?”
“Yeah, sure.” He hummed, his eyes remaining closed.
“I sorta wish I could date you–because you seem to be around more. The thing is..I’ve been having all sorts of negative thoughts when it comes to my boyfriend’s disappearances..and I’m starting to have thoughts about separating from him.”
His harlequin colored eyes shot open; a look of distress showing on his entire face. The thought of you breaking up with him was unbearable - why couldn’t he visit you more ad himself than Chat Noir? He couldn’t hate himself anymore than he did in this exact moment; the fact that he couldn’t kiss you still - is slowly driving him insane.
“It’s not that I don’t love him or anything; it’s just..whatever he runs out there to is clearly more important than I am.” You quickly blinked thrice before turning your head away all together. “And lately..I’ve even wondered if he were seeing other girls - maybe I’m just too boring or something for him. Honestly I just–”
When turning to look at him as you did just moments before; a lone tear escaped your left eye - wetting your cheek as it slides down. He steps closer - his stern gaze meeting yours when he wipes the tear away.
“Why would you ever think about separating from him? That’s only gonna cause more problems than you have right now. Think about how he feels–he will be heartbroken. I’m sure that he loves you more than all of Paris combined - and you’re just gonna throw it all away like that?”
Tears are now falling from your eyes quickly; your lip quivering as you try desperately to wipe them away. “I don’t mean–I just..I-I can’t..” You choke back tears - struggling to form a reasonable sentence.
“Great..I’ve made two girls cry in one night..”
“W-What?” You inquired - sniffing.
“Nevermind.” He imprisoned you against his chest, rubbing small circles in your back - tightening the hug. “It’s just..he returned your feelings right? Even with all that he has to deal with - he wants to be with you, cherish you, and most importantly–love you. (Y/N), look at me.”
You did as told - blinking away more tears to look up at him clearly.
“What if he goes out to save all of Paris everyday?” Chat Noir’s forehead rested on yours; noses pressed together and lips lightly grazing over each other as he spoke. “What if he would give all of that up just for you?”
Pink tinted your cheeks - his words sticking to repeat inside your head, causing your heart rate to increase excessively. “And what if…that’s not the case?”
You watched as he closed his eyes, processing your words carefully. A barely audible beeping was then heard from his hand that rested on the small of your back - catching his full attention.
“So..mind describing this boyfriend of yours?”
“I..think I saw someone heading this way a little while back–he had blonde hair.”
You then put distance between the both of your faces, disbelief written on your features. “What? That’s impossible - he’d be at home at this hour, why–”
Chat Noir’s gloved finger pressed against your lips. “Shh, Listen.”
Listening closely to the unknown as you possibly could–you blinked up at the taller hero. After a few moments of silence; the familiar tune of your doorbell sounded, alerting you of the guest that stood at the door.
“Oh, look at that–he’s here already.” He muttered, pulling away from the embrace. He then leapt onto the railing - offering a soft smile before jumping off the balcony entirely.
“I’ll get it!” Deciding not to waste anymore time than you already did; you then sprinted downstairs - coming to an abrupt halt upon reaching the door. You encased the cool brass doorknob between your fingers, but paused.
The prior conversation you held with Chat Noir made you reflect on the past few days - and how you’d acted so cold towards the one that was actually trying. Would he be angry–why was he even here?
You shook these thoughts away, instead continuing to unlock the door. Slowly but surely; you started to pull on the doorknob.
The door was open part-way when you began to speak. “Uhm, Adrien I–”
The boy in question interrupts your sentence as he forces the door open fully - his hands finding your face. His grip tightened ever so slightly; his lips colliding with yours quickly–and almost painfully. He deepened the kiss with the tilt of his head - your eyes squeezing shut, and mouth opening slightly as you returned the forceful kiss.
Finally; he pulled away - the sight of the thin string of saliva connected to your mouths causing your face to flush.
My first kiss..
Though flustered - you took notice of Adrien’s messy hair; distressed gaze, and shortage of breath. “A-Are you ok? Did you run here?”
Adrien hung his head - taking deep breaths. “I nearly broke my neck trying to get here.”
You deadpanned - placing your hands over his that rested on your cheeks. “Then–”
“Don’t worry about that.” He pulls you into another stern kiss.“I’m gonna spend the night here to apologize for all those times I had to cancel important dates.” He pushed your hands away forcefully; lifting your face to gaze into your eyes.
“I’m gonna love you all night long.”
You were sure that your entire body was then flushed–because you felt completely warm all over. “Adrien! That sounds so wrong!”
He quirks an eyebrow; tilting his head as he replayed his previous words in his head. Shrugging soon after, he began to litter your cheeks in kisses. “I promise to try and do better. I promise.” He repeated - a kiss for every word he spoke.
“You don’t have to..” You muttered quietly, not wanting to interrupt him.
“No matter what happens..” Adrien started - pulling you into an embrace. “I will always love you, (Y/N).”
ANGST WAS NEEDED - SO ANGST YOU WILL GET
I HAD TO–ANGST IS JUST IN MY GENES OR SOMETHIN’
AND YEAS MARINETTE INTENDED TO BREAK YOUR RELATIONSHIP
CUE TEARS AND ANGSTY APOLOGIZING SCENE
P.S. I WAS CRYING TOO WHILE WRITING THAT CONFESSION SCENE
(insert Lenny face here)
So~sis~~ still want me to do that request? (tell me later tho, I’m still writing)
I’ve killed two birds with one stone! Firstly; this request was special–and I finished it quite quickly!! Now onto the other requests!
Secondly; my sister said that she wanted to make my oneshots more “realistic” and by that she said “[They must be] sexy” and “have your 'psychological’ impacts too!”
Prompt: Something on how everyone loves Batmom’s hair. And the boys know that when going out they have to look perfect with her around. Honestly just work your magic, I’d be fine if you just put her having a hard time getting the boys ready for a gala
“They are your children, Bruce Wayne.” Bruce does his best to bite back a grin, as he finishes tying his tie. You pull your dress on and turn your back to your husband, “Can you help me zip this, please?”
He smiles at you in the mirror, before giving up on his tie. He guides the zipper up, his fingers leading it up with a warm trail against your skin. You do your best to fight down the shiver that wants to consume you.
Turning around you narrow your eyes at him, “Don’t think I don’t know what you’re up to Mister Wayne.”
Bruce smirks at you before giving you his best innocent eyes. “I have no idea what you mean, Mrs. Wayne,” he practically purrs the words.
You roll your eyes before tying his tie for him, “I organized this fundraiser Bruce. I’ve spent months on it, making sure it’s perfect, and it’s for a good cause.”
Bruce sighs, “I know. This function is raising money for Gotham’s orphanage. It’s going to supply a lot of the refurbishing and improvements needed. I just don’t get why we couldn’t do something more than just another ball.”
You shake your head as you sit down on the bed and pull on your shoes, “For Gotham’s fiercest crime fighter you’re very naive Bruce Wayne.”
He raises an eyebrow in question and says, “Oh really?”
“Yes, really. Most of these people want to give the money and been seen doing so. They want to dress up in their pearls, and finest, and socialize with others of their class. They don’t care about what actually has to be done. Hell, most of them are in so deep with the crime families it’s amazing that they give at all. But, this is one sure fine way to get them to open their pocketbooks.”
Bruce sighs, “Sometimes I forget that you navigate this world more than I do. You’re always the one left behind to make excuses when the boys and I run out. You’re the one that plans most of these functions.”
You smile, “It’s for a good cause.”
Bruce bends over and whispers, “A very good cause,” before kissing you. Then his hand is tangled in your hair, and you’re reaching for his bowtie to untie, when shouts sound out in the hallway.
Bruce lets out a small growl before pulling back. You grin at him before standing off the bed, and walking towards the door. You open it to find the boys wrestling down the hallway. You let out one sharp whistle and they break apart. Your hands go to your hips and you say, “Seriously? You boys aren’t even dressed yet! And we have to leave in twenty minutes!” They just keep staring at you before you ask, “What in the world are you staring at?”
Jason just says, “Is your hair supposed to look like that?”
Your brows knit together in confusion before you reach up to feel your hair, all out of place. The memory of Bruce’s fingers tangling in your hair makes you groan. You take a deep breath and say, “I know this event won’t be fun for you guys, but it is very important to me. Can you please go get ready; brush your teeth, put on deodorant, comb your hair, and put your tuxes and shoes on.”
They stare at you for a moment before they agree to go. They trudge down the hallway, and you turn to Bruce, “Can you please make sure they’re actually getting ready, and not having some giant pillow fight?”
He just smirks and asks, “Are you sure you don’t need my help fixing your hair?”
You smile and begin pushing him out the door, “You’ve done enough thank you very much. I can manage these curls on my own thank you very much.”
He just smiles, before reaching forward and gently pulling on a loose curl. It straightens for just a minute before bouncing back up. He just winks at you and says, “Personally, I like it when you let them run wild.”
Can you do the phantom thieves react to accidentally hurting (like a shadow brainwashed them) their S/O and they ended up getting a scar because of this? thanks i really love your blog, you're amazing
Woo boy, get ready for some angst kiddos. LMAO Thank you so much for gracing my blog with your compliments!!
Note: I didn’t add Futaba because I couldn’t think of anything. ;_; But once I do, I’ll add her!
WARNING: blood and graphic violence ahead. Please read at your own discretion.
S/O could discern by the maniac gleam in his eyes that the Joker they were so familiar with was no more.
A Shadow had brainwashed the leader of the Thieves, rendering him incapable of conscious thought or action; he was now a mere puppet dancing to the tune of the Shadow.
Joker flashed S/O a malicious leer as he slowly approached them with a menacing aura.
“I’m going to rip you apart, starting with that pretty face of yours,” Joker threatened, licking his lips as he procured his dagger.
S/O felt their pulse quicken, and their eyes flitted to the brandished dagger that Joker flipped with ease.
They should have known it was only a distraction.
“Keep your eyes on me, love!” he chuckled as he slashed at S/O, and the sharp blade of the dagger sliced through S/O’s cheek.
They cried out from the searing pain and their hand whipped up to their face only to feel the warm, crimson liquid oozing from their wound.
Joker launched a kick to their stomach, knocking the air out of S/O as they hit the ground with a thud.
He was on top of them in an instant, straddling them and subsequently dragging his tongue up his blade, staining the muscle with S/O’s blood.
Joker clicked his tongue with disappointment as he brought the blade to their jugular. “What a waste. I was hoping I’d get to play with you a bit more.”
Fortunately, one of the Thieves cast Energy Drop on Joker, and the amusement in his onyx eyes dissipated into despair from the realization of what he had done.
“No… I didn’t mean to. I… I’m so sorry.” His eyes grew slightly moist, and he clenched his jaw as he fumbled around in his pockets for medical supplies. “Here, take this.”
Joker handed them a Life Stone and promptly stood up. “I’ll be back, love.” His voice darkened. “I have a score to settle.”
After the battle, Joker rushed to S/O’s side and cleaned up their wound. The gash was deep, thus scarring was inevitable.
The fact that he was the reason they obtained a scar made his stomach churn, and all the apologies in the world couldn’t take it back. Even if S/O forgave him, he struggled to do it himself.
Akira would never abandon them because of a scar, and he made sure to include it whenever he showered S/O with kisses.
Akira’s method of atonement was doubling his affection, mostly due to the fact that he was grateful that S/O still wanted him, although there were some days when the guilt was too much to bear, especially when they had to conceal it for their daily life.
The chilling chuckle that slipped past Skull’s lips caused S/O’s blood to run cold.
Their eyes surveyed the brainwashed boy, attempting to ascertain his next move.
He threateningly tapped his baseball bat on the palm of his gloved hand, his face adorned with a wicked grin.
“Kiss your sorry ass good-bye, baby,” Skull taunted, closing the distance between himself and S/O. “I’m not gonna go easy on ya.”
He swung the bat at them, and they just barely evaded it.
“Damn it, get a grip!” S/O growled, despite the fear that threatened to paralyze them.
The two briefly continued their scuffle until Skull inevitably overpowered S/O; he was far stronger when it came to physical strength
“Gotcha!” The bat collided with S/O’s abdomen, and the metal nails that were embedded on top dragged across S/O’s flesh, provoking a pained cry from them as the steel ripped their skin open.
They crashed to floor and winced upon impact; tears waterfalled over their eyes as they clutched their injured stomach. It was a miracle they were still alive.
Skull’s figure stood over them, his chocolate eyes glinting with satisfaction as he raised his bat once more. The tone in his voice was mocking as he proclaimed, “This is prolly gonna hurt.”
S/O sealed their eyelids shut and braced themself for impact, but it never occurred.
When they reopened their eyes, the bat was an inch within their face, and the look on Skull’s face was one of horror.
“No way… did I do this? Oh god…” He dropped to his knees next to them and quelled the urge to vomit from the amount of hatred that boiled within him; S/O was the priority right now.
Skull muttered panicked apologies as he frantically searched his garb for bandages. Once he found them, he seated S/O up and wound the gauze around them.
Their grunt of pain caused another slur of apologies to resound from Skull.
He couldn’t look S/O in the eye post battle; he was too preoccupied with silently cursing himself for being a monster that dilapidated everything he touched and loved.
Ryuji had considered breaking up with them to prevent himself from injuring them ever again; however, once he confessed this to Akira, the bespectacled boy scolded him and coaxed him to take responsibilty if he felt so guilty.
His words were harsh yet correct, thus Ryuji heeded his advice and confronted S/O, his voice quivering as he stammered out condolences.
He always embraced them around their waist, and if S/O ever felt insecure about wearing a crop top or a swimsuit that displayed their scar, he would tenderly encourage them to do so, stating that they would look wonderful regardless of what they decide to wear.
S/O attempted to disguise their self-consciousness on his behalf, but he was all too aware and it ate at him every time the thought invaded his mind.
The particular foe the Thieves were dueling had an affinity for casting ailments.
S/O had become a victim of paralysis, rendering them easy prey for the newly brainwashed Panther.
“I wonder how long you’ll last,” she giggled cattily. “Don’t let me down, okay?”
A swift yet powerful kick sent an immobilized S/O toppling to the floor.
The crack of a whip echoed throughout the chamber, and S/O’s eyes widened with terror; they understood clearly what fate was awaiting them.
Panther cackled; she likely felt the suspense wafting in the air. “Aw, don’t look so stiff. Maybe you should loosen up.”
The harsh leather of the whip combined with the blade that was fastened to the end immediately broke the skin on S/O’s back, and they emitted a blood-curdling scream as Panther relentlessly shredded the flesh on their back.
“Yes! Squeal louder,” she commanded, digging her heel through the open wounds on S/O’s back.
Their consciousness was slipping away, and Panther ceased her torture right when they were about to close their eyes.
“Oh my god,” she sobbed weakly. “S/O, god, I’m so sorry that I… y-you’re gonna be fine, you’re gonna be okay. I’ll heal you, okay?”
S/O’s pain numbed temporarily, and they hadn’t even noticed that they were liberated from the invisible chains of paralysis until Panther uplifted them to wrap bandages around their torso.
She hastily kissed their cheek and rejoined the fray, dishing out thrice as much damage to the Shadow than before.
Panther was uncharacteristically quiet on the journey back to reality. No words could properly compensate for her unforgivable deed.
Ann mustered the widest smile on her face in S/O’s presence, but when she was isolated in her room, she would curl up in bed and weep, the image of S/O’s tattered and bloodied back flashing behind her wet eyes.
Fox was entirely to agile and precise regarding combat; it was almost unfair, and S/O would have felt pity for his enemies had they not been deemed one themself at that moment.
Their normally composed boyfriend had been wiped from existence, only to be replaced by the malevolent individual gradually unsheathing his katana.
“I can hardly restrain myself with the desire to paint this chamber with your blood.” He chuckled sadistically as he trailed his tongue along the blade of the katana. “I’m certain the sight would be even more beautiful accompanied by your delicious screams.”
Fox suddenly became a blur as he dashed forward at S/O, and they barely managed to shield themself with their arms.
The edge of the blade redundantly and mercilessly nicked their arms until Fox’s sword pierced straight through one of their hands.
A guttural wail followed, and Fox vindictively smirked, relinquishing the blade as slowly as possible for the purpose of S/O feeling every millimeter of it scraping the surrounding flesh.
Liquid leaked from S/O’s eyes, and the sound of their pain reverberated off the walls of the corridor.
By the time Fox was healed of his ailment, his katana was still buried in S/O’s hand, and took tremendous effort to subdue the compulsion to flinch back.
“Oh god… what have I done?”
Fox immediately attempted to relinquish the sword, and every yelp that bubbled out of S/O sent a shard of torment through his heart.
Once the blade was removed, Fox procured bandages and proceeded to patch up the injury.
“Please forgive me, god, please forgive me…” he chanted while clasping S/O’s hand and wiping away their tears.
Subsequent to that day, Yusuke would never fail to kiss S/O’s scarred hand every time they spent time together.
“You are as radiant as ever, my dear,” he complimented, provoking a blush to creep upon S/O’s cheeks.
However, despite their feeble attempts at hiding it, Yusuke noticed that S/O grasped their hand and winced if they engaged in arduous activity that required its use; even writing for an extended period of time resulted in electrifying pain coursing through their nerves.
Yusuke’s heart shattered every time he witnessed, yet he never averted his eyes; he vowed that he would never repeat that mistake again.
Being on the receiving end of Queen’s hostility was frightening indeed; her formidable ruby glare was sufficient enough to detain any opponent that dared to cross her.
S/O retreated a few paces and their alertness skyrocketed; Queen was not only commendable as far as sheer power, but she was nimble and quite sturdy as well.
“Queen, don’t do this,” S/O pleaded. “Come on, talk to me.”
The cracking of her knuckles nearly made S/O jump out of their skin. “I don’t believe words are needed for what I’m going to do to you.”
“Snap out of it! I’m on your side.”
Queen’s only response was a deadly chuckle. She charged at S/O, every swing of her fists concise and powerful.
The training that S/O received from her paid off; they dodged her vicious onslaught of attacks with ease.
Queen suddenly halted mid-swing, and a confused expression blanketed her face. “…S/O? What’s going on?”
S/O sighed with relief; the fight was taking its toll on them, and their muscles quivered with exhaustion. “Queen, thank goodness.”
They approached coffee-haired girl, and their heart palpitated when Queen flashed them a vehement grin.
S/O wasn’t quick enough to defend themself Queen’s hook, and the wallop rammed against their temple. They saw stars as they impacted the cold, hard surface of the ground.
S/O could have perished from such a keen strike; luckily, the Metaverse bent the laws of reality and allotted numerous exceptions; however, death could not be nullified, and fatal damage was certainly existent.
Queen crouched down and prepared to launch a fist directly into S/O’s nose, a blow that would surely be lethal.
“How stupid of y… huh?” Queen blinked a few times as her mind returned to its stabilized condition.
“Queen…” S/O flimsily uttered. The headache that ensued was splitting, and the vicinity was spinning around them.
“Did I do this to you?” she gasped, delicately brushing her fingers across the open wound adjacent to S/O’s eyebrow. The gesture elicited a whimper from them, and Queen timidly jerked her hand back. “I-I’m so sorry! I’ll heal you immediately.”
Self-deprecating thoughts permeated Queen’s mind, most of them pertaining to how useless and stupid she considered herself.
Upon returning to reality, Makoto buried herself in work when she wasn’t with S/O to redress her incompetence.
The jagged scar on S/O’s face served as a reminder of that.
Noir retained the ability to recover from ailments speedily; unfortunately, that moment arrived too late for S/O, and they reaped the consequences.
Her psychotic leer widened as she turned her gaze upon S/O.
Her ax glistened under the dim light of Mementos; S/O could faintly see their petrified reflection peering back at them.
“Don’t look so grim, my dear. I’ll try to be gentle when I chop you to bits,” Noir snickered morbidly.
The clacking of her onyx heels against the pavement provoked S/O to tremble. “This isn’t like you. You’re a part of our team, remember?”
The strawberry-blonde musketeer ignored them and gradually strutted within their proximity.
A single encounter with that sharpened ax would ultimately lead to S/O’s demise, thus they remained vigilant of any trace of action.
What Noir lacked in fleet-footedness was compensated for raw force, and she was merciless when she executed her foes.
The thief incessantly swished her weapon at S/O, and they could feel the wind from it as it barely grazed them.
They underestimated its reach and they were hastily overwhelmed, resulting in their literal downfall.
S/O desperately strived to crawl away from the impending attack; however, Noir’s ax shimmered as she elevated it.
“Be a dear and hold this for me.” The metallic edge of the weapon split the meaty part of S/O’s thigh, and a gargled shriek was exuded from their throat.
However, Noir’s cocoa eyes glazed over and she regained consciousness once more right upon impacting their thigh. A sole gloved hand whipped up to her mouth at the gruesome spectacle, simultaneously gasping with tears in her eyes. “S/O… I’m…”
She shook her head and forced an expression of determination, alas, her quivering voice revealed her uneasiness. “I-I’m going to help you, okay? Here, bite down on this. I’ll… try to be quick.”
Noir folded and placed her cravat in S/O’s mouth while she spoke. Now wasn’t the time for panic, not when S/O was suffering.
She counted down to one and unfettered the ax from their thigh, and their jaw clamped down on the fabric encased in their mouth muffled their bellow.
“I-I’m sorry,” Noir stammered, “but I need to stitch you up.”
Milady provided a numbing spell, and Noir procured a petite sewing kit since she usually carried it with her to occupy herself in the Mona car.
S/O’s consciousness was subsiding from the aching in their leg, and Noir stuttered out condolences or words of mediation.
Once the stitching was finished, Noir assisted S/O while returning to the car, and she was speechless during the ride back home.
Surprisingly, Haru’s determined spirit wasn’t tarnished, and she was infinitely more adamant to bear the responsibilty of S/O’s injury; therefore, she utilized her abundance of resources and ensured their recovery.
She wasn’t immune to shame, though, and she apologized whenever she glanced upon the scar left from her recurring lack of control.
Headcanons for eating breakfast with ur bowers boyfriends or bust
No one except Vic is allowed in the FUCKING kitchen. You’ve burnt yourself so many times after getting your ass smacked by Patrick, and Henry likes to take bites of whatever you’re making before it’s done.
Vic is usually to groggy and grumpy to try anything with anyone, and it takes an hour, a cigarette and two coffees (though a cheesy good-morning kiss from you would be a welcome substitute) to put him in a better mood.
Henry’s complaining the entire time, whinging about how hungry he is. “After all I did for you last night princess, you’re gonna take your time in that kitchen, huh?” He doesn’t really have that kind of give/take mentality, he just doesn’t know how to say “Wow, that smells so good, I can’t wait” without sounding like he’s gone soft.
Paladin head canons for S/O who has their hair curly for the first time because their straightener broke.
- I had Hunk’s reaction immediately when I got this prompt
- He would see you when you wake up and come out and just have his eyes light up
- “Wow! Your hair was so beautiful before but now its… wow!”
- Legit wants a hand in it at all times
- Before you both go to your separate rooms, he asks to brush it, usually only brushing it when its straight
- Asks you to wear it like that more often
- I feel like Kieth would be the one to like it but not admit it
- Would be more concerned than anything, like what if you had to go into battle? The floof of curly hair is way more grab-able for galra claws
- If it upset you that he wanted you to straighten it again, he’d apologize and shut up.
- He only wants to keep you safe
- At the end of the night he’ll be sitting in bed with you, head resting on your shoulder and fingers tangled in your curls
- “Its really not that I hate them, I just don’t want anyone getting the chance to hurt you.”
- HOO BOI GET READY FOR THE COMPLIMENTS OF YOUR LIFE
- Being from a Cuban household, curly hair was a common sight
- But seeing it on you made it look WAY more attractive
- Will 10/10 never want you to straighten it again
- And be prepared to sit and let him put your hair up in different styles.
- “Relax, I used to do this all the time with my sisters! You’ll look even more beautiful! If that’s even possible.”
- Won’t notice it at first, being so concentrated on whatever project Coran has for her.
- When she finally looks up and sees it, she has to wipe her glasses because hey fog up from her blush.
- Like seriously, having long thick hair before, she understands what to look for, and the way your soft curls frame your face, and seeing the starlight bounce off your ringlets.
- You just killed her, and you didn’t even say a word
- 110% stuttering mess
- “Your hair.. it’s really. And I just. Can I? I mean if its.” “Yes Pidge you can feel it”
- Expect attention for the rest of the day, inventions be damned today.
- Shiro I feel could go either way
- On the one hand, as a romantic partner, he would love your curls and kill anyone that said otherwise
- On the other, as a friend and as the leader, he would worry for your safety, as they could get caught on anything on the battlefield
- In the end, he’s just a blushing shmuck who just wants to play with the curls and make them bounce.
- “If you’re going to keep your hair like this, which I don’t mind at all, just keep it tied up so you don’t hurt yourself.”
(This is for my friend @takashishitogane you has been the real MVP and actually talking to me and helping me with my fanfiction. SHE SHOULD GET ALL THE LOVE AND REBLOGS SO EVERYONE GO FOLLOW HER)
Request: Could i please have like a lil blurb or imagine or whatever you want with sam where we’re in a musical together???? ty ily xxxxxx
Note: This ones for my homegirl @curlytomholland because she’s so whipped for Sam Holland.
Description: Reader is beginning rehearsals for their school musical along with Sam, and feelings get ADMITED YEET
Warnings: None, just a lil angst and fluff at the end.
Y/N- Your name
Y/L/N- Your last name
Y/F/N- Your friends name.
Y/T/N- Your teachers name.
The end of the school
year brought with it your seasonal school musical. By some miracle this year, your
school had secured the rights to La La Land. Previously, you had given your
absolute best efforts to being a part of the stage crew, no role ever quite
reeling you in, however when you were presented with the chance to audition for
the lead role of Mia Dolan, you were hooked. To your delight you secured the
female lead, the male lead being played by none other than Sam Holland. Sam was
your best friend, he was sweet, a little cocky sometimes, but he meant a lot to
you. It was the first day of rehearsals, today was just a read through and a possibility
of staging. In some old tights and a black tank top, for the purpose of
comfort, you entered the studio, where you were greeted with the same familiar
“Only 20 minutes late
“Late? It’s 9:20 I’m 10
minutes early Sam.”
He shook his head,
looking beyond confused.
“Weren’t we meant to start
“Sam it’s only us here,
why would everyone else be 20 minutes late?” you laughed a little, earning a
dramatic sigh from the freckly wonder.
You went over to the
corner of the studio, glass mirrors surrounding the wall you set your bag down
next to. Removing your sweater, you tied your hair up in a loose bun on top of
your head. Reaching into the side pocket of your bag, you pulled out the
lipstick you were wearing. A coral pink, a colour he loved seeing on you, not
that he’d ever said that directly to you. Sam watched you, observing everything
you were doing closely.
“See something you like?”
you teased him, not thinking much of it.
He choked a little, not
realising you knew he was watching you.
“I was just- don’t worry,
I was just uh- and so-”
Turning to walk to the
other side of the room, he mumbled to himself sitting at the piano, resting his
fingers against the keys. He was acting nervous, bashful almost. Making your
way over to where he was, you sat down beside him. He was warm, his leg
bouncing fast, and he looked different. Usually he was charming, and outgoing,
witty. But in this moment he seemed less confident and not himself.
“Why don’t you play
Sam’s fingers trickled
over the fingers, unsure of where to start, he couldn’t think clearly and he
knew exactly why. Instinctively he began to play the opening notes of ‘City of
Stars’. You were now the one watching him. Every note he played seemed to take
him somewhere that made him feel at home. His slender figure hugged by the deep
blue hoodie he had paired with black sweats. Noticing the string of his hoodie
was tucked into the opening at his neck you reached to pull it out. He turned
to face you abruptly, your hand grazing his cheek.
“Sorry.” You snatched your
hand down, unsure of what he thought you were doing.
“No, I didn’t mind it-”
“Were you guys early? I
guess the stars need to be punctual” Y/F/N who was playing Keith surprised the
both of you. Sam scurried away from you, fetching his script from on top of the
piano. He took a seat on the hardwood floor, cross legged on the ground,
flicking through the pages. Retrieving your own script, you sat with him, some
distance away. It seemed as if you were bothering him in some way, and the last
thing you wanted to do was aggravate him, but it was abnormal to you, you’d
never seen him act like this.
As the rest of the cast
began to arrive, a thought cast over your mind, something you hadn’t thought of
before. Maybe he was uncomfortable? Both you and Sam had been friends since you
started high school together and maybe he felt playing love interests would
compromise your friendship? It was something to consider.
Once the whole principle
cast was in attendance, everybody sat in a circle, so everyone’s faces were visible,
something your teacher Miss Y/T/N thought was important.
“Now before we start I
want to ask- does anyone have anything they need to get off their chests?
Anything at all that may be bothering you? I would like everyone to begin these
rehearsals with clear, sharp minds, no distractions. So, if there is something
you want to exhaust, or confess, please do so now. Sam let’s start with you.”
As soon as Miss Y/T/N
said Sam’s name your eyes jolted upwards towards him, but you weren’t expecting
his eyes to already be focused on you.
“I really don’t think I
need to get anything off my chest.” He was lying, you could tell. But there was
little chance you would let him get off that easy.
“Are you sure about that?
Sam’s face twisted into
shock, his façade was being broken down and he couldn’t do much to stop it. Little
did you know that you were what was keeping his mind so preoccupied.
He recalled seeing La La
Land in the cinema with you when it came out. You insisted on buying the
popcorn and the drinks as a symbol of ‘breaking gender stereotypes’. Sam knew
perfectly well you had dreams and goals just like Mia did, and that’s why you
admired the movie so much. He remembered admiring the sight of you being so
mesmerised and captured by the scenes that played before you. His mind always went
back to what you said to him during the ‘City of Stars’ scene.
“I hope I can have
something real like that one day. Something like Sebastian and Mia had.
Now here you were, both
playing roles in the most perfect love, and it wasn’t real. It wasn’t something
he could have with you because in his mind, it would never be reciprocated. His
mind running a million miles an hour he huffed before he answered you.
After the rest of your
peers got the chance to ‘express their repressed feelings’, the cast did a sit
down read through. Needless to say, everybody knew something was stirring
between yourself and Sam. Each line he delivered to you was a struggle, like he
was trying to stop himself from saying it. Miss Y/T/N had picked up on it too.
“Sam I know we’re only
doing a read through but I still need you to make your delivery seem just a bit
The look on his face was
“I can do that.”
“Okay well, Sam, Y/N I
might get you to run those lines for the ‘A Lovely Night’ dialogue together,
everybody else downstage centre, we’re going to go through the blocking for ‘Another
Day of Sun’.”
Both Sam and yourself,
retreated upstage towards the back of the room, you found yourself twiddling
your thumbs. Something was wrong and you couldn’t quite put your finger on it,
but by all means you were going to find out.
“Sam have I done
something? You just seem super distant, and I don’t want to assume it’s about
me but I guess I just want to make sure.”
Standing with his head
down, the light strawberry blonde curl of his fringe, covering his eyes
partially. You loved it when his hair was brushed forward like it was, it made
him seem all the more youthful. Wide eyed boy.
“You haven’t done
anything wrong. You’ve done everything right and I can never blame you for wanting
something real. I just wish that’s what this was, and it’s not, and I know you
probably wouldn’t want that with me, but it’s so hard playing someone who needs
to be your person, your love when that’s never going to be a reality.”
Part of you thought that
he had taken a liking to improvisation, but you knew he meant every word he said.
Your cheeks were red hot, and damp. Sam hustled closer to you, taking the edges
of his thumbs on either side of your face, wiping away your reaction to his soliloquy.
“This is what I didn’t
want. I just upset you I don’t make you happy like you deserve.”
“You think I’m upset? Sam
I’m glad you were honest with me.”
He shuffled back so he
could see your face, not sure if you were serious.
“Then why are you crying
“How could you think that
we don’t have something real? I realise that it might have taken you a WHILE to
get the hint but you’re where my heart is Sam, you are my something real, I
just wanted you to realise that.”
Sam was the one crying
now. With the end of his sleeve, he wiped his face, smiling catastrophically. Right
now this boy, the same boy who did your shoelaces for you when you were too
lazy to, the boy who waited for hours outside your house when you took too long
to get ready, the boy who you had confided your most closely held secrets to-
he was giving you the same smile he gave you at the cinema, when he said ‘something
real will come your way’.
As his outstretched arms
brought you into his chest, you took in the scent of him, it settled you. His
chin rested upon the top of your head, bring your face to look at him, he
adjusted your hair, kissing you on your temple with parted lips.
“You have my wee little
heart Y/N Y/L/N. It’s all yours.
Let me know if you liked this! I wanna do more Sam/Harry Holland if people want them. Let me know if you don’t like it too I mean any criticism is good criticism. xx
A/N: Hey guys!!! Happy October! It’s the most wonderful time of the year and I’ve been working on your requests. I’m sorry if it’s taken a while but I’ve just settled into school and I’m gonna be on a writing spree so get ready for that!
Can you do a Dean imagine where Bobby called a friend to help with a case but he had to send his daughter? And it just so happens that the daughter is basically a female Dean so Sam sets them up on a date.
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You’ve always been a lone hunter. When your mom died by a
Djinn, your dad did everything he could to kill the monster. You were old
enough to know what was real and what was just in your imagination and monsters
were very much real.
Eventually, your dad killed the thing but he couldn’t stop
there. He actively searched for monsters and killed them, protecting people and
saving lives. He trained you like he was your drill sergeant so that once he
was gone, you could take over and save people.
You didn’t have much of a choice but did as you were told
anyways. Your father died not long ago and it broke your heart because you were
the one to kill him. A demon was possessing you and did awful things that you’d
rather not talk about. You busied yourself to shut the pain off but you were
broken inside. You didn’t have anyone left or anywhere to go.
Yes, you’ve met hunters along the way but they were your dad’s
friends. You’ve met Bobby Singer, Ellen and Jo, Frank and Rufus. They always
asked for your dad’s help but he was gone now. You kept everything he owned,
even his cell phone. No one but you know he died so if his phone rings, you
assumed it would be another hunter.
You always had it on you but not one phone call came in. You
were glad in a way because you liked hunting alone. You haven’t met another
hunter that was the same as you so you never tried to find them.
You were at a bar, drinking a whiskey when you heard a phone
ring. You knew that ringtone anywhere. You pulled out your dad’s phone and
gulped. You answered it, putting it to your ear.
“Hello?” You asked quietly. You didn’t know who it
was because your dad never saved any contacts.
“Is Y/D/N there?” You heard a man ask.
“I’m sorry, who is this?”
“Bobby Singer.” Your eyes widened at the name. You
hadn’t seen him since you were a small child.
“Bobby? Are you okay?” He wouldn’t be calling
unless it was an emergency.
“Who is this?” Bobby demanded.
“Y/N Y/L/N. Remember me?” You downed the rest of
your whiskey and put a twenty on the counter. You got up and walked out of the
bar and to your 1959 Cadillac Series 62.
“Y/N? It’s good to hear your voice but where is your
dad?” You bit your lip and got behind the wheel but didn’t turn the car
“Dead.” You whispered.
“Oh, I’m so sorry. I’m sorry for calling then.”
“No, it’s fine. You always call for a reason. What’s
“I’m working a case with Sam and Dean and I could
really use your help.”
“Those are John’s boys, right? I remember you
mentioning your friend John and his kids. I’ve never met them but I’ll come out
to you. Where are you?” You grabbed a piece of paper and a pen.
“Phoenix, Arizona. How far away are you?”
“Only a few hundred miles. I’ll be there as soon as I
can.” You hung up before he could ask anything else and you sighed. Time
to hit the road again. At least you’ll be busy this time.