watch them fall away


I’d like to believe that we exist living a thousand lives, side by side. Because if there are, if we do, there has to be somewhere, at least one, where we survive.

I know one thing for certain, though. I’d love you in every single one. Even if I watched you fall away in all of them. Every possible version of you would still burn every me from the inside out.

You would consume me.



I know I never make original content but here we have it, a fic rec list from yours truely! I’ll say the rating and give the discription, and my opinion as well. Always check tags before reading! BTW these are not in order at all!!


Every Colour You See

“Lance always wanted to be an artist. But after a car accident, he’s left with a rare disorder called monochromacy; making him unable to see any colour.
Keith is a rebellious foster kid with a photographic memory and a passion for drawing, making safe places in his art, pieced together through photos in his mind…”

Rating: Teen and Up, 13 Ch; 39K words, Ongoing TW: violence, panic attacks, car accidents, PTSD, check tags on work before reading.

My opinion: From whats there so far, it’s full of support for each other and full of equal panic and angst so read carefully.


Not That Bad

“…College AU featuring coffee shops, silly rivalries, motorcycles, arcade games, friendships, and lots of warm, fluffy feelings that are both confusing and delightful all at the same time.”

Rating: Mature, 12 Ch; 68K words, complete TW: anxiety attacks

My Opinion: This whole work is amazing, it’s well written and it had motercycle Keith who doesn’t want that. Keith is shy, unrelated to Voltron, but the author made it work very well!


On Thin Ice

“…This multi-chapter fic chronicles the lives of a hockey player named Keith who gets forcibly enlisted into figure skating lessons by his brother, Shiro, to “work on his footwork”. There he meets a pompous - yet talented - figure skater named Lance and gets swept away by both the sport and the skater.” 

Rating: Mature, 9 (long) Ch; 150K words, Ongoing TW: anxiety attacks, SLOWBURN

My Opinion: I can not get enough of this fic, it has me waiting for the next update with antcipation at all times of the day, do not read if you care about social life. It’s so well written that lance feels tangible tbh. You get sassy interactions and a deep backstory that’s been yet to be released, although I have some ideas…

ALSO: Please go check out @soottea and @wardenalistair the former being an offical artist and co auther to the later, they are amazing and answer questions and are just generally lovely people! you can look through the tag OTI on my tumblr for some art!


Never Saw You Coming

“Three months in space on his own would have been fine. Three months in space with Lance McClain is a whole other fucking story.”

Rating: Mature, 1 (long) Ch; 47K words, Complete TW: anxiety attacks, Mental Torture, Slurs 

My Opinion: This fic was super sharp and harsh on Keith’s side of things, and it stays constant as you read through up until the very (very) end where everything falls into place and it all becomes soft. I love klance *swoons*


What are you willing to do?

“They fuck in the Red Lion.”

Rating: Mature, 1 Ch;4K words, Complete 

My Opinion: It’s the discription tbh nothing aside from it, read the tags :*


Don’t Break Connection, Baby

“Keith works part-time as a phone sex operator and receives a prank call from Lance. This does not go as planned for Lance. Thus begins the adventure of our dear sweet goofball continuing to call Keith to fuck with him (but not like fuck fuck with him…at least not yet)…”

Rating: Mature, 10 Ch; 38K words, Complete no major warnings but read the tags

My Opinion: This is so good, it has more plot than I expected and it’s actually super sweet. Keith does the hair thing and Lance falls for it as much as I do.


Dirty Laundry

“Lance makes the mistake of telling his Mom he has a boyfriend coming home with him for Christmas. Keith makes the mistake of agreeing to be Lance’s ‘fake boyfriend’.” 

Rating: Mature, 9 Ch; 85K words TW: Homophobic slurs, Anxiety, Violence 

My Opinion: SO GOOD, it moves at the perfect pace and you can watch them fall in love from miles away. It is amazing and theres so many times where it hurts to continue reading but you do anyway~


call me, beep me

“(00:31) Do you think she gave me the wrong number on purpose?
(00:31) Or was it a genuine mistake?
(00:32) Like maybe she writes funny and I misread it?
(00:32) Some of the numbers do look a little dodgy…
(00:33) Cause, you know, her threes could very easily be poorly formed eights? And maybe she writes her sevens like her ones?
(00:45) What
(00:46) The
(00:46) Fuck???
(00:47) Oh good, you are awake! “

Rating: General Audience, 10 Ch; 85K words 

My opinion: UgH this is so sweet and I am in love, they’re all in college I think and pidge and hunk are the best wingmen. 


I bet you look good on the dancefloor

“So like in ‘Step Up’?”

Allura shrugs. “Now that you put it like that - yes. I guess it’s just like in ‘Step Up’.”

The smile that she sends Shiro’s way - followed by a shy wave, eugh - is sickening to say the least, and Lance


doesn’t believe in dance camps”

Rating: Teen and Up, 7 Ch; 43K words TW: Shiro is shot, but he lives, 

My opinion: The dance fic everyone needs, and meme lance, pidge, hunk group.


This is it for now, but I can assure you I’ll be back!! please message me about literally any of these fics, I love to discuss <3

They say they hate it, but I think they love it.
—  Robert Singer on fans not liking bad character decisions but watching still after the fact (via SDCC 2016:

There’s this theory called  multiverse which states that there are infinite possible universes. The idea was first used in Dublin in 1950 by a man named Erwin Schrödinger. I don’t know if it’s true, but I’d like to believe it is.

I’d like to believe that we exist living a thousand lives, side by side. Because if there are, if we do, there has to be somewhere, at least one, where we survive.

I know one thing for certain, though. I’d love you in every single one. Even if I watched you fall away in all of them. Every possible version of you would still burn every me from the inside out.

You would consume me.

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Undeserving Pt.2 (I)

Originally posted by skylerlockerbie

Part 1

*Jeff’s Point of View*

y/n had missed the last week of school and I knew it was because of our break up, at the start of the week I was calling and texting her nonstop but I had gradually stopped since she never answered me, now I just leaving an apologetic morning and night text reminding her that I still loved her.

I stood at the end of the hall and watched as she walked through the front doors of the school, she wore a familiar outfit, her favourite jeans and a plaid overcoat, that let me know she was comfortable, but her red, puffy eyes made it clear she was still affected by our breakup. I stood in my place, observing her while she walked to her locker, opening it and tensing instantly when she saw the pictures of us covering her door.

My heart ached as she instantly pulled them down, I struggled to see as she scribbled something down on the back of one of the pictures. I jumped as she slammed her locker shut and seemingly rushed to her class but stopped suddenly next to a bin, I wanted to reach out and stop her, knowing exactly what she wanted to do, but I held myself back and watched as she let them fall inside, then walked away hastily.

I moved through the crowd and reached into the bin, pulling out the photographs and experienced the striking pain from viewing our haunting past, each captured moments showed smiles that no longer mattered. A sigh fell from my lips before I then turned the pictures over and read the words written.

“Thank you for everything but I deserve to happy”

*3rd Point of View*

Jeff watched the girl he loved walk away and unknowingly to Jeff y/n had a smile on her face knowing she would eventually be alright and move past one of the hardest times of her life.

Option 2: We

A/N: Hey guys this had been asked for so I’ve delivered, and made another option for an ending where it is happy for the both of them. I hope you enjoyed, thank you for reading and please don’t be afraid to request ♡


anonymous asked:

please continue the white boy series!! It's so good!!! whenever you get the time. love ya!

Originally posted by ianmickgallagher

White Girl:

White Boy Part 1

Fucking Gallaghers Part 2

Is She Telling The Truth? Part 3

This Feeling Part 4

Families Are The Best Part 5

A/N: I’m glad you enjoy the series & I hope you like this part of White Boy. I feel like this may be the ending of the “White Boy” series. Thank you darling, I love you too !

You sat on the porch with your phone in your hand, you eyes were beyond blurry all you could see was flashes of your brother smiling, laughing, playing dress up, comforting you, and just being happy. You balled both your fist when you heard footsteps approaching but you released your fist when you felt someone wrap their arms around you “We’ve got you hon.” You heard Fiona say as she held you closely brushing your hair as you began to break down in her arms “Why.. why would he do this..” you said in the midst of your tears.

Fiona turned you so you could face everyone but her arms still wrapped around you “We’re all here for you (Y/N).” V said sitting beside you touching you knee kissing your forehead. You saw everyone’s sad face but you realize the person you needed the most was missing “Where’s Carl?” You said softly now realizing how empty the street was without Carl there.  Everyone looked at each other as if trying to make an excuse for him “After you called him he bolted off, mumbling something about Dominique’s house.” Ian said bluntly with a sad expression still on his face.

“I’m sure it was for a good reason.” Fiona said trying to coo you in your time of need. You nodded but you were breaking inside, he lied to your face, he actually made you believe he wanted to be with you, your brother told you never trust a guy they all end up lying anyway. You got up slowly “Cops told me I had to identify the body and tell them what to do with him..” you said wiping your tears from your face. Everyone nodded as you all began walking, you were in between Lip and Ian who both felt your vibe and wrapped their arms around you “It could be worse, you could be one of us.” Lip said kissing your forehead.

You smiled slightly and shrugged not truly having words at the moment, the walk was quiet and nerve wrecking but once you finally arrived to the station you noticed the person you ruined everything but the only way so did everyone else Kev grabbed you and threw you over his shoulder “You fucking murder! I hope you rot in the worst part of hell!” Was all you got to say before Kev took you outside for a breath.

“I’m not good with all this supportive crap and being one with the higher balance but I’m good with saying this, that dirtbag is going to get what’s coming to him. So try not to kill him yet, Carl needs you in his life too.” Kev said scratching the back of his neck “Fuck him too, I needed him and where the fuck was he Kev? In another girl’s bed.” You said walking to the door of the station when you bumped into someone who wrapped their arms around you tightly.

“Baby, you’re okay.” You heard Carl’s voice in your ear and as much as you didn’t want to be mad at him you were, actually furious. “Before you chew me up and spit me out, I went to Dominiques house for her father, you know Sergeant Winslow. We tracked down that motherfucker baby, we brought him in, he wasn’t going to be free if I had anything to say about it.” Carl kissed your cheek and let you go as he watched the tears fall down your face, wiping them away with his thumbs.

“(Y/N), I want you. Not her. From the beginning it was about getting her back cause I really wanted to get her back but then I got to know you, I learned about you, I began to fall for you and I knew that she was no longer my worry but if I didn’t keep the idea that she was then I would’ve lost you.. and I couldn’t lose you (Y/N). Shit I love you for fuck-” you kissed Carl to shut him up “This Gallagher is the best way to prove yourself to me, I love you too White Boy.” You said kissing him softly.

“As long as I’m your White Boy, you’re Gallagher, your Carl and your boyfriend I’m good.” He said kissing you, deepening your kiss until you both heard something cough which caused you two to break apart “We’ve all been talking about where (Y/N) is going to have to live and since she has no live residents. We, well Kev decided it would be good for you to move with him, V, and Svetlana. Is that alright with you (Y/N)?” Fiona asked while everyone looked at you “Yeah, I love babies, but this whole sex thing, I don’t want to hear that.” You said chuckling softly “Well you’re going to be in my bed most of the time anyway babe, so you’ll be good.” Carl said holding you around you waist tightly moving you closer to him kissing your forehead.

You nodded looking at all these strangers that within a night became family. “FAMILY HUG!” Kev yelled hugging you and Carl which led everyone else to pile on, in that family hug you felt so much love in one place, you always wanted a big family but you never got it. Once everyone let go, you heard a rumbling sound from everyone stomach “Chinese?” Fiona asked which was answered with a lot of “yes” and “hell yeah” you all began walking to the chinese spot but before you could join the rest of the crowd you were held back by Carl.

“Babe, I need to ask you something?” he said looking at you with his sad eyes you brushed his hair away from his face “Okay.. what is it?” you asked slightly nervous to his question “Will be you be my White Girl?” he asked laughing as you playfully punched him rolling your eyes. “Of course, I’ll be your girlfriend, dickface.” you said kissing Carl’s cheek “Now can we go eat.” you said whining pulling on his arms gently “Okay, okay.” he said wrapping his arm around your waist as you began walking with the group. 

As soon as you all reached the Chinese spot you stepped in and felt Carl slap your ass “Ass still fat, and I love it, like I love you baby girl.” he said licking his lips winking at you causing you to roll your eyes and smirk “I love and hate you Carl Gallagher.” you said walking into the Chinese spot feeling warmth. “Thank you everyone..” you said softly smiling at all the amazing people in front of you.


by tool

I know the pieces fit ‘cause I watched them fall away.
Mildewed and smoldering. Fundamental differing.
Pure intention juxtaposed will set two lovers souls in motion
Disintegrating as it goes testing our communication
The light that fueled our fire then has burned a hole between us so
We cannot seem to reach an end crippling our communication.

I know the pieces fit 'cause I watched them tumble down
No fault, none to blame, it doesn’t mean I don’t desire to
Point the finger, blame the other, watch the temple topple over.
To bring the pieces back together, rediscover communication

The poetry that comes from the squaring off between,
And the circling is worth it.
Finding beauty in the dissonance.

There was a time that the pieces fit, but I watched them fall away.
Mildewed and smoldering, strangled by our coveting
I’ve done the math enough to know the dangers of our second guessing.
Doomed to crumble unless we grow, and strengthen our communication.

Cold silence
has a tendency
to atrophy any
sense of compassion
between supposed lovers,
between supposed brothers,

I know the pieces fit [8x]

Mr. Sunshine (Ethan) Part Two

Summary: It’s summer in Aruba and you’ve just landed a job at the most swanky hotel on the island, Riu Palace. It seems to be shaping up to be a pretty good summer with surfing, parties, bonfires and midnight swims. You were, however, not prepared for a certain brunette boy to show you the ways of living life.
Word Count: 2,464
Warnings: None.
A/N: The first part was more for you guys to get to know the characters. Hopefully you’ll love this one! And thank you SO much for 800 followers, I love you guys so so much xx


Later on that night, you were standing in front of your floor to ceiling mirror, observing your white tunic dress. It was rather short but you had swimwear underneath it and it was adorable so you nodded in satisfaction, running your fingers through your hair as you stared at yourself.

A knock sounded through the door and you didn’t have to wait for long before Michelle came bursting through the door, grinning like she had just won the lottery when she spotted you. You raised an amused eyebrow at her, wondering what was wrong with her. It was when you bent over, the open palm of your hand supporting your weight on the wall, slipping on your sandals that she opened her mouth.

“You’re wearing your fuck me dress.” She said and you almost slipped, catching yourself in the last second with a gasp.

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better days

a lil fic about bad days, and how people can’t make them go away but they can make them hurt less.


There are bad days.

Sometimes, all Nico can dream about is Tartarus. He wakes up with the shadows slick against his skin, slimy and cold, like something dead.

Some days, he feels eyes upon him, never leaving. Everybody feels like a threat. Feels like even his own shadow is trying to run away, when it spreads out beneath his feet as the sun burns down.

Some days, Camp Half-Blood still doesn’t feel like home at all.

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I Always Will

OK I WILL BE AS SPECIFIC AS I CAN I’m super shy to ask this but may I request a Lafayette x reader x Jefferson?!??!!? I really want it to be agnst… The reader is dating jefferson for a long time but he cheated on her cause he got DRUNK and now she is heart broken and she meets lafayette for comfort but he tells the reader that he loves her and just couldn’t tell her because the reader had a BIG crush on Jefferson and he wanted to see her happy also please add a little comedy too??? PLEASE!!!! 


“Please pick up the phone,” you sobbed, sitting on a bench in the empty park near your apartment.

You were trying to reach your best friend Lafayette, you wanted him to come and get you. You didn’t want to go back home and see your scum of a boyfriend, Thomas Jefferson.

He had went out with some friends from work tonight, and got drunk. Then you got home from your graveyard shift at the hospital and saw him asleep to a naked women.

He cheated on you.

“Hello?” a sleepy french accent asked you over the from. “Y/N? Is that you?”

“Laf? Can you come get me?” you cried into the phone. “Please?”

“Where are you?” he asked, wide awake now.

“At the park a few blocks away from my apartment.”

“I’m on my way.”


“Come on, let’s get you inside,” Lafayette said as you both arrived back to his little condo. He got you inside and sat you on the couch.

“Do you want to tell me what happened?” he asked.

You wiped away the tears on your face and took a deep breath, spilling everything that had just happened to him,

You watched as his face grew into expressions of horror and anger. He looked like he was ready to kill someone.

“Why wasn’t I good enough?” you said tearfully. “If I had done something else, would he have stayed faithful?”

“Hey don’t do that to yourself,” he told you gently. “It wasn’t your fault, he made that choice himself. He’s a piece of shit, and he doesn’t deserve you anyway.”

“…I don’t know.”

“Hey, don’t worry about it right now. Why don’t we watch a movie and eat some ice cream?” he asked you.

“Just a movie, I’m not hungry right now,”

Eventually you fell asleep on his shoulder, and all of the tears dried on your face.

“Sleep well Y/n.”


Lafayette looked at the lovely sight that was currently drooling on his shoulder. His only love, Y/N.

The person that he pined after for years, only to have them choose Thomas Jefferson.

And now that scumbag has gone and broken their heart, for which there was no excuse. He wanted to go over there and break the man’s nose.

He looked once more at Y/N seeing the dried tears on their face. He reached his hand up and wiped them away carefully, before placing a kiss on their forehead.

He loved them so much, he would do anything for them. Which is why he just stood away and watched them fall in love with another man.

And even now, he couldn’t tell them how he felt. He would just stand aside and help them where they needed it.

He would be their support not matter what.

“I love you Y/N, even if you don’t love me. I always will.”

Let’s Not Fall in Love | 1

pairing: jikook (side ships yoonseok & namjin + platonic!sunshine line)
length: chaptered, ongoing
genre: school au, enemies (kinda) to lovers, angst, smut, fluff, badboy!jungkook x shyboy!jimin
rating: 16+

summary: jeon jungkook is everything jimin hates in the world: rude, manipulative, possessive, cruel - and, overall, a complete bad boy. after an awkward session of spin the bottle at a party jimin never wanted to go, the two become far too involved in each other’s lives, and jimin realises that he can use this to his advantage - maybe, he can finally get jungkook back for all the pain he’s caused. maybe, he can finally get revenge… 

but, then again, jimin never expected to fall in love along the way. 

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Frat Boy (Part 14)

Originally posted by frozen-delight

Summary: Dean gets his turn at trying something out from the list…

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6 Part 7 Part 8 Part 9 Part 10 Part 11 Part 12 Part 13

Tags: @dancingalone21 @daydreamingintheimpala @pulgapelayo18@perpetualabsurdity  @jessiedangerous @charliebradbury1104 @squirels-angels-and-moose @imma-fcking–nerd@mint-and-pastel-pink @everyday-supernatural-af @dracsgirl​ @feelmyroarrrr​ @marcar44 @drugpug @nerdygirlwithacrush @youwerelikeadream @supernatural-fan-123 @mortallymagicalobject

Pairing: AU!Dean x reader

Word Count: 1,500ish

Warnings: language, smut

A/N: Pretty much pure smut this one…

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I love watching someone’s face when they are experiencing something for the first time. I love seeing the raw emotion in their eyes. I love watching their reaction. Like a child in a new city, I become entranced by their aura and try to memorize and absorb every bit of it. I always watch them while they’re looking away.
Maybe that’s why I fall in love with people who are unaware of my fondness of them. Maybe that’s why I always get hurt. Maybe that’s why all my love is unrequited.
—  Excerpt from a book I’ll never write, 15
“I fell in love with the way you were falling in love with her”
It was the kind of cold and rainy night that sinks into your bones until you can’t stop shivering, even long after you’ve escaped it. The walk to the lot had felt like forever, and even as she was finally sitting there in the warmth of his car, her hands remained painfully frozen. She rubbed them together fiercely, trying to force some heat and life back into her fingers, but to no avail. Then, just as she was about to give up and wait for her hands to defrost in their own time, he almost absentmindedly slipped his palm beneath her interlocked fingers, loosely wrapping his own around both her hands, and rested them softly against her thigh.
With a small gesture and a smaller word, even as her fingers remained a little cold, he filled her chest with a warmth that seemed to spread all the way to her toes. Unaware, his gaze remained towards the window, watching the rain fall against the glass in heavy sheets, cocooning them away from the world.
“You’re watching the rain.” Her tone was both adoring and accusatory.
“Yeah, it’s nice. You know, when you’re inside and not getting wet.”
She let out a small laugh as he ran his free hand consciously over his damp coif.
“It’s just that you made fun–”
“I made fun of you last time when you were watching the rain, yeah. But you were right.”
His grasp on her hands tightened ever so slightly, as his eyes continued to take in the way the water reflected the street lights, casting a blue sheen in the darkness.
But even amidst that simple beauty, and eventhough she did love to watch the rain, she found that night that her eyes could focus only on him, always on him.
—  I miss your warmth.
Sam Cortland and Why I Need Him Back

When I began reading The Throne of Glass novellas, the book wasn’t out yet. The premise sounded amazing though, female assassin? Give it to me now. I was excited to get a glimpse into the world a few months early.
Enters, Sam Cortland.
He’s sassy, he’s capable in any situation, and he defends Celaena time after time. I mean honestly, what’s not to love. plus he’s sexy as hell. However, the most glaringly obvious reason to love Sam Cortland is this: he tells Arobynn that he’ll, “kill him,” for beating Celaena. He cares so much for her, and Arobynn knew. That’s why he had her beaten and broken in FRONT of Sam, because while Celaena never noticed, Arobynn obviously had. Sam has a major crush on Celaena from the very beginning of these novellas.
It was a privilege and a joy to watch them fall in love. **turns away so you can’t see my tears
They fight and bicker, but they also plan and dream of a different life. One together and far away from Adarlan. Sam gives up everything to follow Celaena out that door, and Celaena pays for them to be free. We just didn’t expect Arobynn to be such a conniving, vicious, jealous asshat. So he betrays them both. Entirely changing their lives. And ending Sam’s.
Why do I need Sam back?
Because I was reading these novellas in front of my then boyfriend, now my husband. He is very much used to me breaking out in tears, laughing, gasping, whatever while reading, he is however not used to me wailing, which I did when Celaena goes to Sam’s body, and why didn’t she just let him use her lavender soap?? **waves hand to go on because
So now, my husband says the name Sam synonymously with sad things. I’ll say a movie/dead plant/book/ANYTHING is sad, and he’ll say, “yeah, but is it Sam sad?”
We went to a book festival (he’s kind enough to help me lug around 45 trillion books) and asked which authors would be there. I replied with, among others, Sarah J. Maas, he gave me a blank look. To which I responded with one word, “Sam.” He attempted to look forlorn as he whispered, “oh,” but it’s hard to appear sad with a smile tugging your lips.
He gets exasperated with how attached I get to these characters, because I can admit it’s not rational. Do I do it anyways? Yes. Will I ever stop? God, I hope not.
So, I need Sam Cortland back because I want his name to have happy connotations. I want to dance around my husband screaming Sam’s alive, while he shakes his head and laughs. I want to say, “I’m happy”, and my husband to reply with, “yeah, but are you as happy as the day you found out Sam was alive? Hmm?”
Plus, Sam back would make Aelin happy. I love her and her loyal court to pieces.

anonymous asked:

Is it ok to ask for something fluff with tokoyami? I'm sick and could really use it

First of all, I want to thank you, anon – because I didn’t release how much I needed to write something fluffy until you requested this. Nothing better after a few stressful days than to write a fluff-story!

Second, I don’t know if I got Tokoyami’s character right. It’s the first time I’ve written him, and I took some liberties both with him and with his Dark Shadow. And I didn’t have much time for this piece… I hope you will like it nonetheless, and may this help cure you a bit faster!

Get well soon, dear anon! =)



A low cooing distracted Tokoyami from the drowsiness he had fallen into, and he grunted impatiently.

The cooing repeated itself, a bit louder this time, and a cold weight laid itself over Tokoyami’s left side like a cooling blanket.

Letting out a startled sound, the boy ripped his arm out from under Dark Shadow, pushing the entity off of him as best as he could. “Would you quit your whining already, for the lord of…!”

The birdlike creature cooed again, all but pitifully, and tried to hide under Tokoyami’s arm.

Sunlight’s bad.  

“You will stay in the sun,” Tokoyami hissed, pulling his arm away just enough that his partner couldn’t hide from the light. “After what happened in the boat camp, do you really think I would let you even have a little bit of shadow or twilight? Not a chance.”

The shadow curled into himself, dropping lifelessly next to the resting boy. No longer trying to hide from the afternoon sun.

I didn’t hurt them too bad.

I didn’t.

Tokoyami huffed and was close to straight up ignore his darker half. Before he could do so, however, the shouts of his classmates distracted him.

“Would you stop that?!” Momo’s exasperated voice travelled over to him, accompanied by Kaminari’s laughter and some other people laughing, commenting and scolding.

It seemed like one of the boys – most likely Kaminari himself, since he was laughing the loudest – had taken it upon himself to cool his classmates down on such a hot afternoon and just dumped some water over the heads of his friends.

Squinting in suspicion, Tokoyami considered moving from his spot in the middle of the lawn. Here he was an easy target.

But moving to the walls or trees would mean moving into the shadows, and that was what he wanted to avoid at any costs.

I wouldn’t hurt them.

“You already did, Shadow,” Tokoyami reminded coldly, trying to push the memory of darkness and fear and blood away.

A mistake I won’t repeat.

I feel the same for them as you do.

Protect, not hurt. Aye?

Before Tokoyami could consider what his birdlike companion was saying there, he was interrupted by Kirishima rushing past him.

The redhead was laughing loudly, obviously running from his annoyed classmates, if the empty water bottle in his hand was any indication.

As the boy shot past them, Dark Shadow reared, unfolding from next to Tokoyami to stretch upwards, stretching towards their friend as he let out a thrilled sound.

“Hey Tokoyami, hey Shadow!” Kirishima came to a halt next to them, greeting them with a wide grin. “You guys want to join?”

Shadow was writhing in excitement next to him, but Tokoyami paid him no mind. “I would rather refrain from partaking in something childish like that.”

“Edgy!” Kirishima shot back, teasingly, not really disappointed by the answer. “Just tell us if you decide otherwise, right?”


“Okay, cool. High-five, shadow birdy!” Kirishima held one hand up, laughing aloud as Shadow extended a blurry claw and reciprocated. And just like that, their classmate was off again.

Dark Shadow cooed after him, swaying slightly as he watched the people running all over the lawn, jumping over each other, ducking away from the water or running for their lives before a wet and angry Bakugou could get them.

Join them?

“I told you. No,” Tokoyami answered shortly, turning onto his back, knowing full-well that he exposed his shadow to the sunlight with is. The hissing sound and the cold weight pressing into his left side only seconds later proved that, and a little smile quirked the corner of his beak upwards.

“Geez. Cut the poor guy some slack, Tokoyami,” a deep voice said from his other side.

Cracking one eye open, Tokoyami gave Shouji a disgruntled look. “You should be harsher with him.”

“I don’t see a need to,” Shouji lowered himself down so that he could sit down next to his friend. Lowering his voice, making sure that his words went unheard for all the others, he added, “I do think that you don’t need to be so afraid, Tokoyami.”

Tokoyami considered that while he watched Shadow practically burying under Shouji’s many arms, trying to get some darkness. “Shouldn’t you be afraid of him, too?”

“Of this little guy here?” Shouji snorted quietly, lifting his arm just enough that Shadow could enjoy the twilight given by it. “Really? Just look at him. I think he is purring.”

“He’s cooing,” Tokoyami corrected without thinking, before he shook his head, focusing on the important things again. “He ripped off your arm.”

“Only one of them. And I think he already feels sorry enough for that,” Shouji’s eyes crinkled in a smile as he scratched the birdlike head that pushed against his arms.

Strange, Tokoyami thought, not for the first time. His classmates were really a strange bunch – far too kind-hearted, too forgiving.

Too trusting.

Won’t betray their trust. Aye, aye!

“Mh-m,” Tokoyami muttered, both to Shouji’s words and Shadow’s enthusiastic outburst.  

“Stop worrying. We won’t let him run amok again. Right, Midoriya?” Shouji talked louder at the last part.

Silent steps approached, stopping next to them. “I… have no idea what you were talking about.”

Shouji laughed quietly, and Tokoyami could feel a smile make its way onto his face.

Midoriya had this habit of making people smile, somehow.

“Nothing too important,” he assured Izuku as he opened his second eye, too, focusing on the other boy. “Did you want something?”

“Uh. Not necessarily,” Izuku shrugged, smile widening as Shadow cooed at the sight of him, basically wrapping around the green-haired boy. Petting the bird’s head gently, Izuku continued, “Mind if I sit with you? I want to get out of the water fight, before my notes get wet.”

“Sure. Sit down.”

There was some shuffling involved, mixed with quiet apologizes, as Izuku sat down close to Tokoyami, careful as not to disturb the dozing boy and simultaneously not to shake Shadow of his shoulders.

Seeing the happiness with which his dark companion wrapped himself around Midoriya’s shoulders, Tokoyami could feel some of the grudge that he had carried around since the boat camp loosen and melt away.

Perhaps… just perhaps, they could learn to trust each other again. Could learn to protect instead of scare and hurt.

With some help of their friends.

Huffing gently, Tokoyami drawled, “Can I finally take a nap now?”

There was a soft chuckle next to him, and a humming from his other side. “Sure, Tokoyami-kun.”

Flanked by people who had already proven able and willing to save him from his own darkness, Tokoyami felt save enough to go to sleep for real, so he let his eyes fall closed and his consciousness drift away.

Watch over them, too, Shadow.

Aye, aye, a soft whispered answer inside his head, inside his heart, thrumming through him.

Won’t let them get hurt.

Won’t hurt them.

Sleep. Sleep well.

And sleep Tokoyami did, deep and peaceful.

Take Me Back!

Originally posted by xavierstea

Take Me Back!

Charles Xavier X Reader

Written by: Hannah

Prompt(s): brah can you do a story with a plot like the one with Kurt (the zombie thing) but with Charles instead?? Thank u love u

Notes: I saw an angsty opportunity and I took it. Enjoy m’dears!

Warning(s): Slight angst, suicide (not graphic, just stated).

(y/n) had always thought that the world ending would be…less zombie filled. Everyone for as long as they’d known had always made fun of the zombie apocalypse games, snickering about how that was never going to happen. Well who knew that dropping an atomic bomb would somehow lead to a zombie apocalypse?

Before the feeling of dread, regret, and a whole whirl of negative feelings could consume (y/n) Charles poke them. Jolting, they turned to the grim smile of the wheelchair bound man, whose beard was now just a little more than stubble and his hair almost to his shoulders.

“…You need a haircut. Maybe you should shave too.” They smiled as Charles snorted. Erik grunted his agreement from the other side of the room. After the mansion got infected many had ran. Currently, Charles, (y/n), and a few other staff members were hiding out with Erik at the brotherhood’s old hideout.

“Like I can get a proper haircut right now. Maybe after we move again. You said they were getting close, Erik?” Charles swiveled his chair towards his old friend. Erik sighed and nodded.

“Yeah, they are. It’s a big herd, bigger than we’ve ever seen. Even with guns and our powers I don’t think we’ll last it.” Erik’s voice was grim. It sounded as though he’d spent nights trying to think of a way to combat the zombie herd and ended up with nothing every time. Charles frowned deeply and (y/n) found it surprising that even Peter didn’t have anything to say about it.

“I’ll take watch. Everyone else can go and get some sleep. It’s probably going to arrive in the early afternoon.” Raven said. She stood up and took a few guns, making her way to the entrance to the hideout. (y/n) took Charles’s hand and they made their way up to their bedroom, the two worried for their future.


Early afternoon my ass! (y/n) internally hissed. They didn’t even have a gun and the only exit suitable for Charles was blocked, filled with zombies gunshots ringing out from the tunnel. Peter, Logan, Scott, and Jean were shooting at the moment. That was only so everyone else could evacuate.

Corpses of dead zombies, brains blown out, laid across the living room. Raven was gone and the herd had managed to enter the hideout while everyone else was sleeping. Some people had already fallen. (y/n) was choosing to ignore the painful bite on their shoulder that a zombie had managed to get on them in their sleep. Charles’s head whipped around, catching the tail end of that thought.

“NO!” He screamed. Why hadn’t he noticed it? They slept in the same room but (y/n) was the one who had killed the zombie and why hadn’t he noticed?!

“I’m getting you out and then I’m leaving.” (y/n) stated. Charles, tears in the corners of his eyes, shook his head. He tried to roll forward but he felt the tug of Erik’s powers keeping the wheelchair in it’s place for now. He was making sure Charles didn’t do anything stupid.

“I refuse to leave you.” He rumbled, voice soft enough to be heard with a growl of despair. (y/n) gave him a sad smile and shoved a gun into it’s holster. They took another and threw one to Charles.

“I’m sorry Charles. Once I clear the way Erik is going to take you out. I’m staying.”

“No! I refuse- Erik let the chair go- ERIK LET THE CHAIR GO!” Charles screeched. He tried to get out, fall on the floor and crawl to (y/n), refusing to let them go, but Erik was holding Charles back with the metal in his jacket and pants.

“It’s the only thing we can do Charles. We have to leave them. Come on, Peter and the rest can’t hold out for much longer. We have to go.” Erik nodded to (y/n) and they started for the stairs, possibly the only clear way out. Who knew what awaited them outside though.

Charles struggled the whole time they went. (y/n) shot at any old corpses they saw on the way, just being cautious. Erik winced as he noticed Charles crying, desperately whimpering as his clothes chaffed him as he squirmed in his stiff prison.

The surface, finally. (y/n) winced as the blood clotted at their shoulder, clothes now soaked. They could feel the changes in their blood, their body. It would be an understatement if they said they couldn’t feel the humanity leaving their thoughts. Charles cried out, screaming at Erik as he lifted him out and started for the nearest safe house a few miles away.

“I..I love you!” (y/n) called out. They leaned against the wall, waving goodbye. Charles was watching over his shoulder, crying. The tears wouldn’t stop. He could feel (y/n) slipping away, their mind slowly becoming thoughtless. He watched them fall to the ground, still watching them go.

“I LOVE YOU TOO! ERIK TAKE ME BACK- TAKE ME BACK!” He cried. Erik cringed and ran even faster, Charles’s wheelchair levitating above the ground. The telepath ignored Erik’s strained pleas for him to keep quiet else they attract the attention of any wandering zombies.

At the edge of the woods Charles screamed and Erik had to look back to see why. (y/n) was dead, the steaming gun in their limp hand.


“Charles! Charles!” (y/n) whispered harshly. The telepath gasped and jolted upright in his chair, chest heaving. He looked around, eye’s dilated and wild as he saw Erik, Raven, and Logan looking on concerned. Behind them Scott and Peter were tying up a mutant, knocked out from a forming bruise on their left cheek.

“Wh- what happened- (y/n)! You’re alive!” He cried. (y/n) raised an eyebrow but nodded, “Of course, Charles, why wouldn’t I be? I’m just glad you’re okay! Remember, on a recruitment trip? Hostile mutant and we had to call backup? They managed to get into your head and…you weren’t responding to anything. Erik finally had enough and knocked them out. You’re okay?”

“Yes! More than okay- beyond okay!” He cried. His arms wound their way around (y/n) and held them close in a hug, kissing all over their face. (y/n) just laughed and kissed him back. Charles cried tears of relief, hugging his lover tight. He would never let anything like that ever happen to (y/n), hallucination or not.