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starzshopoflove · 6 months

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But did he ever make you cry? (Johnny "Soap" Mactavish x Reader)

Notes: fem reader! sfw, literally just me projecting onto reader, best friend Soap! Pining!! Hurt/comfort! I'll make this a series if you guys like it (WC: 1.7)

(Pov first person in italics)

God when is this gonna be fucking over

I’ve been here for what? 4 hours? He just keeps going on and on and on about his ex and “How crazy she was”. When was the last time he asked me something, feels like I'm sitting here for decoration. If he wanted to talk about another girl he could have found a therapist or something, Jesus.

This might be up there in the top 10 worst dates, maybe after that freak who got up in my ear after coffee asking if I wanted to go back to his place. Am I cursed?? What is it about me and attracting these absolute losers?

Its been a while since you’ve gone out a bit rough around the edges since your last breakup. Sure the relationship wasn't that serious but it still bothered you that he left because “You weren't putting out enough” after he said it was fine that you wanted to take things slow. You got your hopes up a bit too high after this guy (absolute fuckin DWEEB) in your lecture asked if you could grab dinner together. You just wasted a solid 2 hours picking out a cute little skirt and doing your makeup checking twice to make sure you looked nothing less then too the 9’s.

And then he shows up in a baggy pair of khaki joggers and hoodie, y'know after he said “Get pretty I’ll take you somewhere nice”. Oh but of course he just “accidentally” forgot the reservations but that's fine he knows a great place nearby. The great place being a diner in the middle of a highway rest with fluorescent lights that flickered too often with a weird smell in the air.

His table manners were practically non-existent smacking his lips when he chewed, sucking on his fingers and getting ketchup on his face. That sight alone made you put down your fork that barely poked at your clearly reheat mush they insisted was a pasta dish. Oh and he wouldn’t stop fucking talking, honestly you were starting to question how it was possible he hadnt choked on his food when he spoke.

You need to get out now. Any Longer at this table and your dignity might start slipping away. He yapped on about whatever as you tuned it out, nodding your head like you cared slowly tucking your phone back into your purse and pulling it onto your shoulder. You were already drawing up a game plan in your head, bathroom, call your roommate, tell her to come get you and block his number. Perfectly full proof.

“You mind if I slip out for a moment? I gotta head to the bathroom, won't be long promise.”

You slapped on a fake smile as he shot you a nod with a sleezy grin, all your senses pulled you back into reality as you felt disgust pool in your gut at the sight of him noticing more off putting things about the longer you looked. You platforms clicked as you pattered off into the one stall bathroom, you stood up straight inside not wanting to lean on the wall when you noticed the dried piss stains and mysterious gunk smeared on it.

It was suffocating, every second of it. The smell, The lights, the noise and of course him. You felt insulted, was this really the kind of place you deserved to be taken out too? You don't get to be wined and dined every now and then do you? Even after you spend days in class or at work and heaving your bones to the campus library to study for the hundreds of tests your professors insist on giving you.

You let out a sigh of contempt digging through your purse shoving the ugly rearing head of disappointment back as you pulled out your phone. Scrolling through the contact list to find your roommates number chewing on your thumbnail as you brought your phone up to your ear letting it ring, feeling your heart pound further the longer the phone rang. You but down hard once you heard the automated message trill, a heavy sigh leaving your chest as you slumped against the wall of your stall running a hand through your hair.

What the fuck am I gonna do, I can’t stay here any longer or i’m not gonna be held responsible for whatever happens to him if he brings up how much he loves blondes again.

You swallowed your pride unlocking your phone again scrolling up your contact list hoping he wouldn’t be too mad at having to save you from this god awful excuse for a date as you eyes settled on his number

“Johnny 🧼”

You thumb pressed down on the number bringing your shakey hand back up to your ear, the pressure that was just annoying you got heavier on your chest the longer you thought about having to stay here with him. You might burst into tears if you had to stay another hour and listen to this loser describe how much he likes girls that are the exact opposite of you basically holding you hostage to listen on this “date”

The ringing stopped when a sigh on the other end of the line broke the silence

“Ello?”

You felt the pressure on your chest bubble and pop once you heard his voice, your own cracking a little as you spoke up. Yeah it was embarrassing to cry over the phone but it would be more embarrassing to sit there and finish the date with red eyes.

“Johnny,, please tell me your not busy right now”

“Can’t be busy when yer asleep”

Your voice was shaky which chilled his nerves with worry, you don’t call him at night unless it was an emergency and with the way you sounded all he could do was think the worst

“What’s wrong bonnie”

It was more of a hushed gentle voice than any annoyance you anticipated, he couldn’t see it but you were already bleary eyed and pouting over the line.

You sat down closing the toilet lid as another shakey sigh let you while the seat creaked under you. You felt you words choke up in your throat pressing heavy on your sternum. You wanted to explain yourself, tell him how horrible your date went, how you felt stupid for going out with him, and how sorry you are for bothering him at night knowing he just got back from a mission only a few days ago.

“Talk to me bonnie, can’t help if you dinnae tell me”

“Can you come get me, ‘m sorry”

Barely a whisper over the phone, Johnny was already imagining the worst when you asked him that. You could hear him shuffling around the room already pressing his phone between his shoulder and ear. In his head you were already kidnapped locked away in some cellar ready to be shipped away, when you were just sniffling and tearing up in a shitty diner bathroom.

“You ok? nbody hurtin you?”

You could hear him tugging his heavy boots on, finally letting out a breath you were suffocating to hold knowing you’d finally get out of here

“No ‘m just not having a good time please, i’ll tell you when your here.”

Johnny looked down hearing his phone ping with the location hushing your sniffling through the line as he opened up the map shutting his front door and quickly sliding into his pick up.

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The wait felt like forever, it wasn’t of course you watched the clock religiously. 8 minutes, Johnny sped across town in 8 minutes for you, probably breaking a few laws he’d wave away once he got here.

He walked into the diner seeing it empty, your date no where to be seen while he took in the atmosphere. It was disgusting, and all he could think about was how you got here and why you would ever be here heavily sighing as he paced over knocking on the bathroom door leaning slightly against the door as he waited for your response or even just a sound.

“Steamin Jesus,, lovie you in here?”

He could hear shuffling on the other side as you opened the door up looking up at him with a pouted face and flushed face trying to hold back any noise or tears not wanting to cry in front of him. His hand slowly went to the small of your back gently rubbing and guiding you away from the loo.

“What you doin out ‘ere alone bunny?”

His voice was low as he mumbled down to you softly, face screwed and eyebrows furrowed while he peered down at you spinning your head around the small dinner seeing your abandoned table and spotting a napkin with writing on it.

You moved over to the table reading the napkins silently

“Tif called, had a good time with you, sorry this didn’t work out!”

He left. He asked you out and left you abandoned in the middle of a dinner after trying to feed you shitty food. He asked you out and thought it was fine to treat you like this. This was the straw that broke your back crumpling the napkin under your hand as you pressed your palms on the table hanging your head, you’ve already embarrassed yourself enough what’s the worst some crying can do.

Johnny watching you crumble felt like a punch to his gut knocking all the air out of his lungs, He moves your hand off the napkin reading it and turning his head to you. Your hands already found your face hiding your shame as you stifled your sobs and swallowed thickly at the fat tears pouring down your face. He could be angry later when he finally got his hands on who ever hurt you

He pulled your hands off your face, wrapping you in his arms one hand on the small of your back, another petting at your hair, hushing you softly as you slid your hands up to cling at his shirt burying your face into his chest shaking and heaving as you tried not to be loud. He petted at your hair, rocking you gently holding you close tucking your head under his chin as he slowly turned back to sit down in the booth tugging you down to his lap letting you curl up in on him again letting you cry to him as he coo’d to you

“Shh poor darling girl, talk to me bonnie, breath ts ok ‘m here for ye”

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tfsroleplay · 1 year

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Smoking TW, violence/blood mention, implied child abuse

Sylvia sits in a back alley in Splatsville, next to her is an Octoling that’s currently knocked unconscious. Not directly caused by her, but he dodged one of her punches and ended up smacking his head against the wall...

Usually when she was in Splatsville, she avoided any and all areas that may get her into trouble, but this time she went and actively sought it out.

She was aggravated and needed to blow off some steam, and didn’t want to go into a turf war and basically hunt down Inkfish with a roller (that might discourage younger kids from playing) so... an actual fight would have to do.

The Octoling was actually with several other Inkfish who... ended up running when they realized Sylvia was not playing around. Considering one tried to put her in a headlock and she immediately bit down on their arm and drew a lot more blood than someone would’ve thought...

In her defense, they wanted her wallet, she wanted to spar... She didn't want to draw blood and have someone get knocked out.

"...I don’t even feel better, either... it’s not fun if someone gets hurt like this..."

She took a long drag of a cigarette, something she’d taken got after meeting with her mother that day. Yeah, her mother. Let’s go back a bit...

{ Earlier in the day }

Sylvia stepped off the train and made her way to the center of Splatsville, today she was finally going to meet her mother and find out what she wanted after reading the letter she sent to the house.

"...This is not going to be fun..."

She stands to the side of Hotlantis, her mother was supposed to already be there but... She wasn’t. Great.

"Of course she’s fucking late..."

As if on cue, an older inkling woman, one that looked very similar to Sylvia, walked out of the store and looked at Sylvia.

"Oh there you are!"

Sylvia rolls her eyes, finally here? She got there at the time her mother told her to be there… Why does her mother look so happy?

"I got here at the time we agreed on. Where the fuck did you go?"

Cynthia shakes her head.

"My, such harsh language... Can't you act a little more proper?"

"No. Where were you?"

"Oh, I decided to check out some of the shops here in Splatsville. The city itself may look shitty, but the shops have some real treats if you look hard enough."

Her mother lifted a few bags up, Sylvia rolling her eyes. Materialistic as always... She motions to the alley close to Hotlantis, making Sylvia follow her, the sound of Cynthia's heels seeming to be the only sound Sylvia could hear now. She made sure to stay close to the exit, just in case things went south...

"Hmm... yes, I think here is a good place to talk..."

Sylvia stands up straighter, hands in her hoodie pocket. She's uncomfortable, and pretty nervous. She just wants to get this over with and get back to Inkopolis...

"Just get to the point, I don't have all day."

Cynthia huffed, raising an eyebrow.

"You don't know how to act like a lady now, do you? Rude language, no makeup, dressing like that."

She looks up and down at Sylvia's outfit, her face scrunching a bit. Sylvia just narrows her eyes, as if challenging her mother.

"My, nothing changes with you does it? Would it kill you to try and put some effort in looking nice? I swear even as a child you were difficult..."

"Yeah, like you'd know that... Cause you spent sooo much time with us..."

Cynthia stared at her, shaking her head and finally setting down her bags. She's still got a smile on her face, reaching into a bag and pulling out an envelope.

"I'm here because I need a favor from my daughter. I need you to accompany me to a little business party."

Sylvia stares at her, she scoffs and shakes her head.

"I'm sorry, you need a favor from me? What the fuck makes you think I'd do anything to help you? Newsflash, Cynthia, you might've given birth to me, but I stopped being your daughter the second you stopped being a good parent."

Cynthia was still smiling, though... her expression was definitely not one that was kind... And Sylvia's confidence immediately went down, recognizing it.

"Sylvia... I am generously offering you a chance to help out dear old mom..."

Sylvia gripped the inside of her pocket tightly, suddenly feeling a lot smaller than she did earlier.

"...No. I don't care what you want me to do, the answer is no. We're done here."

"We're not done."

She holds out the envelope and opens it, letting Sylvia see the contents. Her eyes widened, the amount of money in there would... definitely be a huge help for them... Sylvia almost immediately tried to grab it, Cynthia pulling it out of her reach, her other hand immediately gripping Sylvia's face tightly.

"Oh, no no, you don't get this unless you you do my favor. It would help tremendously if my sweet daughter joined me and played nice with my business associates, very simple. And make use of the piano lessons I had you do when you were younger, we'll show off your talent and then you can be done."

Sylvia was silent, her mother's nails were dangerously close to breaking skin.

"And... I don't think I have to say this, but don't cause trouble for me.. I think we both know that won't end well for you."

{ Present }

"...This fucking sucks..."

She puts out the cigarette, waiting for the Octoling to wake up. She'd at least like to make sure that he didn't have a concussion after smacking his head against the wall...

"It's always something... At least she won't be showing up at the house..."

#in chara: sylvia #Sylvia V: Default #((i was bit by the writing bug and finally get to write this...))#((sylvia's mom is basically treating her like another one of her accessories))

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m-s-knarp · 8 months

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I'm the coolest motherfucker on the team.

Okay, sure, it's not too high of a bar to cross when by "team" you mean "group of six 6th graders huddled on one side of the chess club room to finish their assigned task of designing a chess set". Still. Objectively, anyone who knows me would say the same.

I've got it all: ✓ I swear (see: first line). ✓ I raise my middle finger at my parents when they piss me off. (They're usually already walking away, so they never get to see it in time.) ✓ I wear dark clothes. (Yeah, I'm a girl, and I HATE pink!) ✓ I have friends on the internet. (Most people I know don't even have computers.) ✓ I have the brawns. (I'm really good at table tennis. I just don't like playing other sports, but I'd probably be really good too.) ✓ I have the brains. (As you've astutely observed, I'm in the chess club. AND I used an 8th grade word.) ✓ And most importantly, I don't care what anyone thinks.

I mean, I'm basically perfect.

So when Polly -- the only other girl in the circle we've formed around our pile of construction paper, glue, and glitter -- is this slow, ignorant, childish, and, well, honestly average-looking at best girly girl, but still having everyone fawn over her…

Lame. I subconsciously make a face at her as she carefully slides the glue stick over a purple square one of the boys cut from our pack of multicolored paper. She glances up at me for a moment, looks down, and back at me again. I can't blame her, I mean I'm--

"Hehe," Polly puts a fist over her lips and giggles.

As the other members in our group turn their heads toward me, I realize my face is contorted in a way that's simply uncool.

10 milliseconds in, I think: "Shit."

Another 30 milliseconds after: my face goes back to resting position.

The remaining 20 milliseconds before a second has passed: "Alright. I'm fast. I'm safe."

I was not fast. I was not safe.

One of the boys snorted when he saw my expression.

"Hey, it's one of them tengu masks we saw in class the other day!" He so very kindly commented.

Great. This bitch. But I can't let them see I'm fazed. I'm not. I'm cool, after all.

"Shut up!" I snapped at the boy. There was a slight crack, both in my voice and in between my lips, as a little bit of dribble escaped my mouth and landed on my knee. It's over.

I quickly wiped it away with my black hoodie sleeve, but once again I was too slow, evidently, as another boy started wheezing. Maybe today's just not my day, but even if I conclude the situation like a mature adult in my head, my heart just continued pumping blood into my face faster. Fuck tengus, and fuck the teacher who decided eastern culture was something we needed to learn about. (I don't actually mean it. Anime is SO awesome. Too bad it's too cool for anyone in this city.)

I stood up and walked away, but not without saying my signature phrase.

"Wh-- Whatever."

Nailed it. Barely.

I sat in the bathroom stall, waiting for time to pass by. I'm not returning to that ugly nerd den. My mom didn't let me get a touchscreen phone yet, so I took my blue pen out of my pocket and started scribbling on my arm.

I forgot to mention that I'm artistic too. You can tell because I can draw eyes that look pretty much realistic. Like I said, total package.

I was halfway into drawing 4 stickmen about to have an epic spear battle when I heard the main bathroom door open and creak shut.

"Lizzy?" A dumb sweet voice called out. Idiot. Stupid. God, I hate her.

I stay quiet for a second, but I realize how embarrassed I might look if she found out I was here and just didn't respond. Fine. You want to play this game. I assure you, you can't make me look more moronic than you. My heart beats a little quicker as I reach for the lock to slide it open.

"It's Eli, dumbass," I said, opening the stall door and reemerging from the shadows cast by the walls. "No one calls me that."

If anyone else saw me just then, they'd forget all about the dumpster fire mess from earlier and start wondering again what color the motorcycle I most likely have is. (It would be black with red flames, of course.)

When I looked down at this short, meek, and rabbit-resembling girl, she shook. Tears had obviously already began to form in her eyes at just the thought of being in my presence. Yeah, that's right, I'm a terrifying force. Don't fuck with me.

Yet the tengu comparisons would die out by now, very quickly, as my face turned from dark red to pale peach. Why is she crying? I don't wanna get in trouble with the teachers.

"Sorry," she started, and then looked down. She was clearly choosing her next words very carefully. "I also want to apologize for earlier. I thought you were trying to make me laugh to trip me up."

She started picking at one of her perfectly manicured nails. "It worked."

Yeah, right. She's always been graceful, talented, and neat. Even if it was my intention, which unfortunately it wasn't, it wouldn't have done jack shit. Or would have done? I've gotta Google how to use that phrase later.

I snap out of it and look at her again. "Whatever."

Polly quickly jolts her head up again and locks her widened eyes with me.

"Wait, did you draw that?" She points at one of the scribbles on my arm. It's a simple drawing of Reborn from hit anime series, "Katekyou Hitman Reborn!" which means "Hitman Tutor Reborn". I think. That's what the comment on Part 3 of Episode 2 on Youtube said. And then he said something in Spanish.

"Yeah, it's from this anime," I smirked. "You've probably never heard of anime before." Honestly, for a moment, I felt excited, it sounded like she recognized it, but…what are the odds. Ah, there's the familiar pang. Even if I show her even just a screenshot of the anime, she's gonna call it a cartoon and go back to her perfect little bubble. The disrespect.

"Are you talking about Reborn?"

…

I searched her face for any indication of a prank. Or a single lie. Her? Is this really possible?

Yes. She's for real.

For nearly 2 years, I could talk to only my online BFFs on Facebook and Skype about my favorite anime. I had no one to talk about the newest seasonal series or use -chan with. Not even someone to eat cup noodles and pretend to be Naruto with. All of a sudden, here's someone I can talk to about senpais, cherry blossoms, and beautiful moons.

Alright.

Fine.

I give in.

Whatever.

Maybe she's a little cool after all.

#m.s.k. to mission control #writeblr #creative writing #short story #fiction #writers on tumblr

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smolfailure · 3 years

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FUCK IT, DREAM SMP HOMESTUCK AU

but it's only half shitposts and there are actual Thoughts in there.

You don't need to have read the comic to understand because I tried not to spoil anything major, but it'd help if you knew basic stuff about classpects, SBURB and the hemospectrum.

disclaimer: i'm not a good pixel artist and this is my first actual sprites ever so please be kind to my weird pixels

The Kids:

Tommy

Fundy

Techno

Tubbo

tommy, tubbo and fundy one of the kids because they're the kids in dream smp canon (with fundy being son of wilbur)

techno's there because i want to make a dave strider reference (haha get it because techno's name is also da-- *gets shot) and also because they are both coolguys except instead of using irony, techno has adhd

The Trolls:

Wilbur Soohte (fuschia)

?????? Ehrret (violet)

J????? Shlatt (purple)

Nihacu Niikki (indigo)

Skeppy Diamon (cerulean)

Quacki Tthiey (teal)

Philza Myncra (jade)

Dreame Wastkn (lime disguising as olive)

George Notfou (gold)

Sapphe Nahfpe (bronze)

Badboy Haelow (burgundy)

don't come at me saying only females are allowed to be jades and fuschias; gender is fake and this is an au

more of the AU and the talksprites are under the cut:

Tommy

Lunar sway: Derse. Types in: Red

chaotic. the first person to be introduced.

when he gets introduced instead of the “Zoosmell Pooplord” bit, Tommy is initially going to be the name inputted but then backspaced it and decided that Tommyinnit was better and he was fuming until he’s named Tommy.

Gives me big Blood/Hope vibes. Blood because a lot of the conflict of the dream smp connected to someone breaking his trust or harming the things he cares about, Hope because a lot of the plot of the dream smp stems from Tommy starting shit based on his ideals and what he thinks is right.

the first to instigate fighting against the trolls

bbh contacts him once and tommy keeps cursing until he disconnects from frustration rip

wields Gunkind and his only strife weapon at the beginning is the Vlog gun. He has Gunkind as his strife specibus mainly because he looked up at schlatt and he imitates him.

Fundy

Lunar sway: Prospit. Types in: Orange

it was his idea to play SBURB but only through Dream.

he talks to dream the most among the other trolls fwt stans getcha juice this is the rosemary of the session

dream’s the one giving him exposition about the game so that’s how he knows how to play SBURB.

wilbur trolls fundy once and instantly adopts him.

“You’re my son.” “How does that even work??” “I was one of the people who created your universe. It’s basically the same thing.”

Fundy relents anyway.

Techno

Lunar sway: Derse. Types in: Pink

dave strider but dead-inside voice + rose lalonde english major vibes

he slices the text box when you try to name him "Dave " like in

techno gives me time player vibes (contantly on the move. his skyblock series, his “stays in the pit” monologue,) but also rage vibes (anarchy, the “theseus” monologue, political alignment is Chaos) alas i am not sure what class

uses Tridentkind and claims "it came from god"

it was dream, he accidentally transportalized one of wilbur’s weapon while he testing the transportalizer.

Tubbo

Lunar sway: Prospit. Types in: Green

the jade harley of this session. the only thing keeping them from going apeshit. where would they be without him.

but also jade harley in a sense that he seems nice and wholesome but also don’t fuck with them they can mess you up

Heart/Life vibes??? someone good at classpecting help

i put them in prospit bc of the "tubbo third eye" instead of tubbo having a sixth sense or smth, they see the future from the clouds of skaia when they sleep

wields Stress-relieverKind at some point

bonus: everyone’s actual hair colors

Ideas about the Trolls

no i haven’t done their sprites yet bc it would take so much time and i’m not even sure if people wanna see more of this au skjdkdsakdfkl,, but i have Design Ideas.

events of the dsmp revolution are just a FLARP session drawing parallels to how the homestuck trolls had a FLARP session that spoiler alert: destroyed friendships. dtrio, eret, will are involved. eret betrays will's faction and wilbur's still Bitter over that.

on the context of alternia (highbloods and lowbloods) lmanburg and dreamsmp have their roles SWAPPED. the emancipation theme thing is completely gone since highbloods are in more power than the lowbloods (the dream team) .

wilbur made a faction called l’manburg because he wants a place where he and his fellow highbloods could make drugs vibe.they take a piece of land that was owned by the dream team. in normal circumstances, they shouldve stood down because lowbloods aren't supposed to start shit with highbloods (especially a group of highbloods that has the alternian heir among them) but dream turned it into an activism thing about lowblood rights. the story plays as close as possible without tommy or tubbo in it (which is pretty hard ik but this is the best can do).

like in the dreamsmp revolution, dream kinda let wilbur do what he wants but this time he has more reason to because he’s in a lower caste. dream really only fought back when wilbur announced that he’d be building lmanburg on their land and calling it theirs.

eret betrays wilbur by supporting the lowbloods and wilbur and co. technically won but only because he finally called the drones in, as a reference to how lmanburg absolutely got crushed by the dream team in the smp but technically won. l’manburg keeps the piece of land and the dream team scatter away to find a new home.

wilbur soot's a fuschia because a) he's in a position that has a lot of power, b) yknow how he wrote a song about squids and his thing with sally… yeah.

eret's a violet because nobility!! dream looks down on him because he's ambivalent on fighting for lowblood rights when he's in a power to do so "you just sit there, and you look pretty that's it"

also like eridan he has a minor aesthetic mutation (herobrine eyes) that won't classify him as a mutant.

jschlatt is purple because it makes sense thematically because of the gamzee parallels (a. substance abuse b. if you know what happens in act 6, you know this already but spoiler alert, he ruins the main protagonists' lives) also he's a funnyman he deserves the clown caste

quackity's a teal because he’s a law student. moving on--

ok but for real it also makes sense thematically because he's the one who wrote the thing that tricked schlatt into agreeing also he gets manipulated by schlatt which also draws parallels to certain events in the comic

skeppy and bbh are BEST FRIENDS despite being highblood and lowblood respectively. initially, skeppy just wanted to bother bbh but they grew to be good friends in time. y’know like how they actually becane friends :D

philza minecraft is a jade because dad friend. also works thematically, because spoiler alert he gets to murder a seadweller for going batshit crazy.

he also god tiers early. he dies fighting his quick undead denizen (haha baby zombie) but the consorts of his land carry him to his quest bed because he’s treated them all so well.

dream was initially going to be another caste but then i realized that means i have to make his hoodie something other than green which is unacceptable so its a good thing the fact that he's a lime works out

dream was the one who thought of playing sgrub in the first place- initially only planned to have gogy, sap, and bbh in the session but then realized that they four won't be enough so he invited more into his session

he’s also the first to go godtier ez clap blind speedrun not sure what classpect tho

the only reason why dream avoided being culled at birth for being a limeblood is because his rng is That Good. he quickly picked up the fact that he’s not supposed to exist and masqueraded as an oliveblood and kept mostly to himself to avoid suspicion.

george is still colorblind but he has lazer eyes along with it instead. dream lives with him in the same hive since being a mutant means dream doesn’t get a lusus of his own (dnf fans getcha juice “and they were roommates”)

despite living in the same hive, he never really figures out that dream is a limeblood. possibly because a) he’s colorblind and when he sees dream bleeding he just sees yellow b) he’s just that fucking oblivious and it’s so valid of him.

sapnap’s a bronzeblood mainly because i know he’s the instigator of the pet war with tommy also because i associate him with the color orang in my mind so bronze it is

that’s the end of this long-ass post!! if you have other ideas PLEASE i want to hear them. i don’t know the other streamers i mentioned in here very well so if you have ideas that would be fitting to them like with classpect or lunar sway that would be GREAT.

the only thing i’m confident about in here are the kids’ lunar sways. i’m not an expert in classpects and homestuck lore so there’s that too!! i just wanted to make this post because adhd means that the idea wouldn’t shut up until i finished it. This initially started as a single shitpost edit of tommyinnit talksprite but then the hiveswap 2 trailer came out and that means i have to combine my two hyperfixations.

also i have ideas about potential quadrants but idk how much of that is breaking some streamers’ boundaries about shipping (even the non romantic quads such as kismesistude, morallegiance and auspisticism) so i decided not to include it.

edit: apparently people want more so i made a discord server as a place to brainstorm!! please pm me to join!

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thunderheadfred · 3 years

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🤚The Second Worst (Pt. 1/?)🤚

Part 2 of my Shigaraki Thesis Headcanons. HC's // The Second Worst: 1 - 2

The half-mad ghost of Shimura Tenko is in love with you, and your life is about to become a tragic wreck. -- AKA here's when I gave up on bullet points and went off the fuckin rails

I'm self-conscious about writing so much, so uhhhh, please be kind, hahaaa. This is rather long and involved. Are these still even HCs or just a self-indulgent AU outline? There are some mysteries we may never solve.

This is on AO3 now, if you prefer reading there. Anyway. Minors do not interact.

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You met Tenko before the League existed.

Believe it or not, there are a million ways it might have happened, but in the end: you were both bargain-binning in Akihabara.

You reached for a copy of a collectible bullet-hell cute-'em-up (near-mint! CIB!!!) and accidentally bonked hands with a complete stranger. He flinched about five million feet away from you. Ouch. You're just a nobody, quirkless and average, but you didn't think you were THAT repulsive.

(You're not. Hell, even if you were, this guy couldn't care less. He barely registers that you have a face.)

(Shigaraki is accustomed to getting in and out of this shop in seconds. He always comes in before anyone else and goes straight home. -- Is that really home? Is 'home' a real place? -- ANYWAY he's already pirated this shit, god, why does he even care? He doesn't need to be here. Father doesn't like it. Is that why he's here? Just to do something Father doesn't like? That's pathetic.)

He's had at least ten complete internal arguments with himself before he so much as looks at you.

You know in the tenth of a second he actually meets your eyes... this fucker is going to fight you to the death over this game.

- - - The death match ends in a draw. He was not expecting you to know the first fucking thing about this game. Nobody knows about it, even in Japan. Who the fuck do you even think you are? Oh, no, he's still taking it. But... maybe he can show you how to play it it. He'll give you a little taste, just to make you jealous. He's got his hoodie pulled down like he's going to commit an act of terrorism. What little you can see of his face looks twitchy and messed up. If you have any survival instincts at all, they're kicking in right about now. But... why not. You're not going anywhere with this dude unsupervised, so you suggest a crowded web cafe down the street. The cafe has the necessary console... but the retro gaming booth is laughably small. The TV is about four inches across and you end up having to practically sit in his lap. You were sure this guy was a nasty fucking creep, but he's................ only mostly terrible. Way too angry, for sure. Has no idea how to have a normal, friendly conversation. Inadvertently insults you every other sentence and seems to have a deep-seated persecution complex.

You'd prefer to be mad about the awful company, but... he's obviously deprived of human contact. When it's established that you two share a lot of media fixations, he calms down and starts treating you a little more like a human being. Or at least like a fellow elite.

Wherever he came from, he doesn't seem to want to go back. He keeps pushing you to play one more level, pretending he wants to beat your score. You feel kinda bad for him. You get the distinct feeling that his life is a disaster. He looks like he's never had a full night of sleep in his life. He trips your trigger hairs in that 'is he gonna follow me home?' kind of way, but... up close, he's a lot more depressing than scary. At the very least, you want to buy him a stupidly cute dessert. Just... as thanks. For letting you try out the game and stuff. It's not a big deal, so just pick a flavor, okay? The world isn't actually that awful, y'know.

It's not even that impressive... Definitely not a great cafe. But he takes practically a full hour to eat a single slice of strawberry cake.

When the hoodie comes down. He's all shriveled and dried out, like someone left him him in the desert to die. He chews on his peeling bottom lip and nervously scratches his neck. He doesn't thank you for the cake. Which is fine. It's not a big deal. Actually, you wish he would eat faster; you feel weirdly responsible for him now.

Under all that mess he's... gorgeous? His hair is stunning: a bright, gleaming silver that catches the light. His bone structure is flawless. If it weren't for all the scars and the misanthropic slouch, he'd look like a fairy fucking prince.

You were not prepared for that. In another life he could have been a model, the type of guy who would never even look at you. But something bad happened to him. Something... very bad. Do you even want to know? You have no idea how to ask. Has anyone ever been nice to him? It doesn't seem like it. Should YOU be nice to him? You sort of want to try. - - - This becomes a regular thing. This weird little secret. You should probably tell someone when you see him, just in case you don't come back one day, but you say nothing; how the hell would you explain why you want to see him so bad? You don't know his full name. Maybe he's on a watch list. When he gives you a long string of random numbers so you can schedule meet-ups (is THAT his e-mail, really?) he tells you to just... call him Tenko. Or whatever. It doesn't matter. (He sneaks out when Father is deep in his plots. As long as he comes home on time, it doesn't really matter where he goes, right?) He brings a different game every time. He has an insane collection. Where does he get the money for all this? You know he doesn't work. God, is it drugs? It's probably drugs. Wherever these hidden gems came from, he proudly shows them off to you, like he's never had an audience before. It's sort of cringe-inducing, the way he one-ups and rubs every little victory in your face, desperate for attention.

But at the same time, you are becoming too... something...to mind. Do you... like him? He's not funny, but he thinks you are. His mouth is huge when he laughs. He seems to hate everyone but you, and you've had to earn the distinction of being merely tolerable. Still, he gets really excited about random shit like the garage kit black market and haunted dolls and the price of weed on the dark web.

And... strawberry cake. The realization hits you both at the same time when the waitress brings one piece with two forks. God, what the fuck, are you... are you dating? Quick, think. You look forward to seeing him, and don't even mind sitting close to him anymore. Sometimes you push your leg up against him just to see if he'll still flinch away... and he doesn't.

You jealously notice the way he touches everything but you: with delicate precision, one finger at a time. His large, elegant hands always have a pinky up like he's aspiring for a fiefdom, and you wonder what his skin feels like. You go home and dwell on the way he plucks flowering weeds out of the pavement in front of the cafe. The way he stands rooted to the spot as you leave, just... looking at nothing, unsmiling.

You watch his lips too much, and not just because you want to buy him chapstick. You catch him gaping at you all the time. You thought he was just creepy like that, but maybe... Yeah. I guess you are dating him. Shit. - - - Okay, so, yeah. Bringing him back to your place was definitely a bad idea. You know you shouldn't trust him, even if he is... apparently... your boyfriend? Sort of? You still don't have his phone number. So. Um. What now? You order overpriced pizza and queue up a campy horror movie. What the fuck are you even doing. You don't really think he's going to murder you anymore, but... still. Is the suburban massacre scene gonna give him ideas? Turns out, no. He doesn't like gore, even when the blood is neon pink. He gets upset. Like, really upset. Shaky and green, like he might puke on you. He can't stop scratching that scaly spot on his neck.

Tenko, are you crying? Fucking hell, did you just trigger him? Of course he has a traumatic past, it's carved all over his face. You're so fucking stupid. You don't know how to make it right. You want to hug him, kiss him... anything. But he's never really touched you, and you're too afraid to push now. It ruins the whole night. He leaves without explaining anything. Doesn't even say goodbye. He just. Leaves. Maybe you'll never see him again. Maybe that's for the best. Your chest hurts. - - - He shows up at your door a few weeks later. You haven't heard from him since that disastrous movie night. You had pretty much accepted that you'd broken up with a boyfriend you never actually had. But no. Apparently not.

This time, he’s brought his own entertainment. He's holding a boxed set of some show you're not familiar with. You're distracted by these weird little half-gloves he's wearing, like a cyberpunk hacker. That's a new look, and even if it's a bit edgelord adjacent, he makes it look cool. You tell him as much. It's the first time you've let on how attractive you find him. He's wearing a tight black shirt with a deep, deep V-neck. That's distracting too.

He clears his slender throat and doesn't look at you.

You try to apologize for before, but he's acting like it never happened. What are you even talking about? Have you seen this OVA or not? Get out of the way and let him in already. You've watched three episodes now, but you still have no idea what this stupid anime is about. You can't pay attention to a single frame. All you can think about is how his arm has crept up behind your shoulders. A few inches more and he'll be holding you. Does he... want to hold you? You lean toward him so slowly your spine creaks. One molecule at a time. After a thousand years, your head slides nervously under his chin. His arm comes down, locking you in, fingers clutching your sleeve in a death grip. Even that snobby little pinky. His head tucks down into you hair. A sharp collarbone bites into your cheek. His heartbeat is hard, fast, and irregular. There's not a scrap of fat on him, and as you wrap your arm around his stomach, you think you see a twitch in his pants. Is that just you being desperate? Or... hopeful? This is really happening. --- Soon, you learn that Tenko is a clumsy kisser. It doesn't matter; the fact that he's kissing you at all is good enough for now. His lips are dry, but not half as dry as you expected. There's a slick of menthol helping things along; he's been using something medicated on his lips. Plus, his mouth tastes like he drank a gallon of mouthwash.

All this thrills you more than a little, because it means he came here wanting to impress you. Wanting you. Full stop. Underneath that minty sting is a strange, worrisome aftertaste, like something rotten. Your brain fires off an alarm. Stop kissing him. Right now. This thing will make you sick. But his hands nervously slide over your body... and you decide not to worry about it. Instead, you kiss him deeper. He makes a sweet, startled little noise. Your brain is a fucking liar. It occurs to you he's probably never done this before.

When you lace your fingers in his and try to pull one of his gloves off, he rips his hand away.

Don't. That’s the only explanation he gives.

No need to ask if it's a quirk thing or a trauma thing. Judging by how jittery he gets, it's probably both. You remember the way his hands almost float over objects without ever holding them. Maybe his touch is dangerous. Maybe that's why his face looks like that.

Maybe you should learn more about him before things go way too far...

No. It can't be that bad. Now that he's in your arms, everything frightening about him evaporates. He's vulnerable. He's alone. He's shaking a little. Has anyone else ever seen this side of him? You want to keep him all to yourself, just like this.

So what if he has to touch you with gloves on? You've heard of worse quirk-related inconveniences.

It's okay, Tenko. Do you want to keep going?

You put his hands back on you and wait for him to kiss you again. It doesn't take long.

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You open his pants. He's long and thin, calloused even here. Every part of him feels untouched, unloved. You hold him tight and squeeze.

It doesn't seem to occur to him to please you in return. He looks afraid. Confused. You're sure you scared him earlier with the glove thing. Is this too much? No. He gasps and leans into you. The tiniest, broken please.

He cums in your hand right away, face buried in your shoulder, his eyes wet and hidden.

I have to go, he says. Over and over and over.

It's okay, Tenko.

You know he doesn't want to.

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razrbladekiss · 3 years

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Tyrants | Chapter Three - Presage

WORD COUNT: 2.4k

WARNINGS: Brief mentions of Wendy’s drug use. Nothing explicitly *bad* goes on here, just some of the usual SOA shit is hinted at. :) Tig <3

MASTERLIST

Ninety degrees was horrendous. Ninety-six degrees saw Isla spiraling toward a fully-fledged mental breakdown, desperate to climb out of her own fucking flesh and melt into the parking lot outside of St. Thomas.

Seeing the Sons sporting leathers, hoodies, and long-sleeved shirts underneath their cuts made her skin crawl, too.

She'd thrown on the flounciest summer dress she owned, thin and wispy, and she was still roasting to death underneath the Californian sunshine.

It felt like they were living in the fucking ass-crack of hell.

Though, with their current state and Charming's infestation of ATF and other federal agents, hell wasn't too far off the mark.

"Thanks for the ride." Isla expressed her gratitude as she slid off of the back of Tig's bike, pulling the helmet away from loose blonde curls.

"No problem, baby--you good to get home, yeah?"

"Yeah. I'm meeting Gem here, so she'll take me back to T M in time to pick my car up," she confirmed, readjusting herself.

She couldn't risk Tig Trager getting an eyeful of her asscheeks today. Not again, anyway.

"Perfect. See 'ya later, beautiful." Isla leaned in for him to peck her cheek--which was habitual for the pair--and she did the same.

Her smile was wide. She was beaming. "Bye, Tiggy. I love you."

"Love you too, kid." He reciprocated the smile, squeezing her hand as she broke away and padded toward the steps, brushing her fingers through wind-tousled strands.

Things were, for the first time in about a week, finally looking up. Resuming a sense of normality, perhaps.

She and Trager had been on precarious terms since that day, and had been avoiding one another altogether. Which, for them, was strange.

Days went by without even so much as a word being uttered between the pair, no backhanded comments, or even sideways glances.

Usually, they'd be bickering like kids, arguing nonsensically until Clay or Chibs broke them apart--but it was all just their little bit of fun. Because they bounced off of one another.

They lauded the relationship they shared because, really, it was one of the strongest.

He'd been her official favorite since the very day that they met--he and Bobby were the two she liked to talk to whenever she felt that she couldn't confide in her father.

But the last few days were so fucking hard. She was struggling with the weight of all that she did, coupled with the stress of not being able to discern Tig's current feelings on her.

And after she'd lashed out, had bitched at him for no fucking reason, she was pretty certain that Tiggy didn't want to know anymore.

That was thrown out of the window this morning, however, when Isla's clutch blew out, and she needed a ride from the garage to the hospital to see Abel.

Of course Tig was there for her. He always would be.

"Hey." Isla spoke softly as she held the little blue bear close to her chest. "I stopped by the gift shop on the way up here--Jax said he's already got bears and balloons comin' outta his ass, so I thought what's one more?"

Gemma couldn't help but smile, gesturing for the blonde to sit with her opposite Abel's isolette.

"He'll love you for it," she joked, though she knew that she was appreciative. For her company more so the stuffed animal.

With their commitment to the club and the current battle against the ATF, Jax and Clay weren't as hands on as what they usually would've liked.

Of course, Teller was at that baby's side whenever he got the chance to break away from SAMCRO, but he wanted more. He wanted the satisfaction of knowing that his little boy was being provided with the best possible care at St. Thomas.

And he was. He absolutely was. But he needed to know--for his own peace of mind, he needed to see that. So, his mother was there every waking fucking moment, giving him that love he could only get from his Grandma.

"How's he doing?" Her query was braided around a whisper, worried she'd disturb Abel's peaceful rest. "Jax said he should be coming home soon."

Gemma simply affirmed with a nod, gazing affectionately at her grandson.

It was heartwarming to see so much love, so much adoration from a woman who had a reputation for being a fucking cunt--thus proving that Gemma's main priority was her family, and their health and happiness.

That, somehow, made Isla love her even more than what she already did.

It also made her a tad jealous of Jax and the fact that he still had his mother in his life.

"He's gettin' stronger and stronger everyday. Tara said he'll be set to leave Friday--"

"Tara?" Her brow lifted as she put the bear amongst the pile of gifts. "I thought she was a doctor, I didn't think she had anything to do with the babies?"

Gemma's smile faltered a little. "She's a pediatric surgeon. Been takin' care of Abel since the start."

"Oh."

Now, she would've known that if she'd taken the time to visit her best friend's kid since he was born. But she hadn't--she hadn't even considered taking a trip over to St. Thomas to check in on Jax's baby.

And it was for the simple fucking reason that she couldn't bear the thought of facing Wendy and having to be nice to her. Especially after what she fucking did to that poor little boy.

She subsequently landed her own flesh and blood in the hospital after shooting heroin while pregnant? And she wanted Jax to pardon her for it?

Isla wasn't a hateful person, she didn't care about what people did in their spare time because that was their time.

But the moment an innocent person was harmed due to the carelessness of others...That was when she felt a scathing animosity.

"She's good with him." Gemma stated bitterly, snapping Isla from her ire-fueled daydream. "Kills me to say it, but she's a gem. A real fuckin' star."

"I'd bet. She was always good with kids."

"Yeah?" Suddenly interested, the older woman crossed over her arms. "Who's kids?"

Finally, Isla took a seat beside her on top of plush blue leather.

"A few of the girls we were in high school with had kids pretty young and Tara was usually super keen to hold them, or just hang out at their places whenever we weren't at school. Or it could've just been the wannabe doctor in her, now that I think about it."

"She's pretty maternal," Isla hummed in agreement, "but I'm glad she and Jax never had kids when you were teenagers--I don't know how that would've looked for him."

Suddenly, she was staring at Gemma like she had two fucking heads.

"I don't trust her." She elaborated, drawing another confused glance from Isla. "She and Jax would have been a fucking disaster had she stayed--"

"And things worked out so much better with Wendy?" A little more vehemently than intended, the blonde asked.

Now Gemma was the one shooting dirty looks.

"Look, Gem, I'm just saying. Jax and Tara are history now, yeah? You don't have to trust her. Just thank her for what she's doing for your grandson because when he's outta this place, you won't need to worry about her."

"And you're so sure about that, huh?" Skeptically, she asked. Arms folded over. "You know what they're like--like two fucking magnets or something. They always find a way back to one another."

That line gutted her.

It hurt her--it was agonizing--but she wasn't sure why she was so beaten by it. Because it was the truth, wasn't it?

Tara and Jax were, at one point, the strongest couple she'd ever known, and when it fizzled out he was fucking broken. She hadn't seen him so downtrodden since JT had passed, and he was suddenly left without the strength and guidance of his father.

She was his everything. Isla was a fool to think he'd be able to see her back in Charming and not feel something for her. His first love.

"I think we should throw Abel a homecoming party on Friday--if he's coming home then, that is." Gemma shifted the topic of conversation, getting to her feet.

"Absolutely. I'll help."

"Yeah?" She asked a little doubtingly, reaching over to pick Abel up. "You don't have to--I know you work Friday's."

Isla waved her off, standing beside the brunette. "I do, but it's no bother. If everyone's gonna be there, then I wanna show my face too. Offer a helping hand of some sort."

"Alright, perfect," Gem stated softly, holding the baby close to her chest. "When we get back to T M, we can figure out what we need to get."

"Sounds like a plan--" Isla was cut off by a soft knocking at the door, irritating her a little bit because she'd only just gotten there and hated the idea of having to leave already.

She made a mental note to stop by a little earlier tomorrow.

"Hey, sorry to bother you--" Tara stopped herself when she needed her estranged friend, almost dropping the clipboard she was holding against her chest.

Isla Telford was the last fucking person she expected to see today.

"Hey," with a fake smile, she greeted.

The tension was palpable.

Gemma felt the irritation washing over her favorite of the duo, urging her to turn her attention back toward her grandson before she said anything to worsen the situation.

Because she would've.

"Uh, I've gotta run a few tests on Abel before we determine that he'll be ready to leave this week, if that's alright?" Tara gestured to Gemma, ignoring Isla's presence.

That stung a little bit.

"Yeah. It's fine." The response was blunt. Terse, to a point.

"Great."

Isla realized that she wasn't wanted in that space any longer. She grabbed her purse, turning toward the door. "I'll meet you outside."

"Yeah, alright," Gemma put the baby back into his crib, smiling at Isla. "You want my keys?"

"I'll wait on the steps--I'm gonna smoke--"

"Before you go," Tara cut in. She cleared her throat, trying to smile--but she just couldn't.

Telford sensed where it was going, however. There wasn't a reason for her to stop Isla in her tracks, in front of Gemma no less.

She wondered how long it'd take for it to be brought up.

"Thanks."

Gratitude genuinely swept over the doctor, letting Isla know she was truthful in her acknowledgment--or, was it more like a form of praise? Because Jax definitely told Tara what they both did for her, and she was astounded that the woman would even float the idea of helping out.

It was a strange notion. To know what she did--when she looked and acted like that--was fucking weird. And nobody would've believed her if she said that Isla helped to dispose of a dead body, which did make her laugh a little.

She knew how to hold, load, and fire a pistol, but she wasn't capable of committing the unspeakable the same way that Jax, or Chibs, or Clay were capable of it.

But she was slowly earning her title as 'Daughter of Sgt. At Arms/ Man of Mayhem.' And she wasn't sure how she liked that.

"You're welcome," she spoke plainly. "Hope everything is alright now, Tara."

"It is."

"Good." Her retort was immediate, laced with that same genuineness the other woman expressed. "You free this coming friday?"

Hesitantly, she nodded.

"If all goes to plan--and Abel is good to come home--we're gonna throw a little party for the boy," Gemma confirmed with a nod. "You wanna swing by? Everyone'll be there--Donna, Ope, their kids, Wendy, the rest of the Sons. You should come. It'll be nice for everyone to see 'ya again."

Wendy's name falling from those pink lips, in such a positive light, maimed Isla. She and Jax were starting to get along a little bit better now, but she was still wary of that woman.

"Yeah. It'll be great," the older woman added.

Tara felt cornered. She knew that she wasn't really wanted, and she also knew that was a way for Isla and her menopausal best friend--old enough to be her fuckin' mom--to keep the doctor as close as possible without explicitly saying that they wanted to keep an eye on her.

"Sure. I'll stop by."

"Brilliant." Gemma conceded, slipping past the pair. "Address hasn't changed, sweetheart."

It was passive aggressive, sickly-sweet, and it was Gemma to a fucking T. The woman was loathing every second she had to spend with Tara Knowles and she wasn't even trying to hide it.

But it didn't have to be for very long, she thought.

"What was that all about? Why'd she thank you?" Gem queried as they got outside, passing the lighter to her left.

"For not breaking her fucking neck when I had the chance to all those years ago, probably."

Isla sparked her cigarette, pacing alongside her as they headed toward the car.

"That's bullshit."

"How so?"

"Just is." She could read Chibs's little girl like a fucking book. "But I won't press--if it's something between you and Tara, I don't care to hear. Just lemme know if it goes south. I can put a bullet in her for you, baby."

Isla would've laughed had she not known that Gemma was deadly fucking serious about blowing Tara's brains out.

But it was a relief. For her to give it up just like that--uncharacteristically so--was a kind of relief that she never thought she'd feel from Gemma Teller.

She was used to being protected. Used to being viewed as the one that needed to be shielded from the horrors that shrouded the Sons. But Isla wasn't innocent, nor was she fucking stupid.

The security was appreciated, however. Because, lately, things just didn't seem to be going too great for her.

And, if she'd learned anything, they'd only worsen from here on out.

"You don't have to go full mama bear mode, Gem. I'm a big girl."

She laughed, turning to face Isla.

"I know," smoke blew from her nose, "but you've gotta protect the ones you wanna keep close, y'know? The ones you love."

The tip of Gemma's boot pulverized her cigarette into the sidewalk as she fished for the car keys, avoiding eye contact all together.

"I haven't been able to protect everyone I've wanted to from the shit that goes on in this town, honey, but I'm really tryin'. And I couldn't live with myself if anything happened to you or my boy."

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bee-s-honey · 3 years

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This is for the f/os thoughts on you thing. Could you please do Hisoka?

I'm a girl, aLibra, and an INTP, though on some tests I've gotten INFP. I'm short, just shy of 5'3". I'm not very pretty, and I'm a little overweight. I have medium length dark brown hair that is curly and brown eyes. I like to dress in darker clothes most of the time, usually a t shirt, sweatpants, and a hoodie/jacket. Ngl i dress like shit, but if I had the clothes and body I wanted I believe I’d have a great fashion sense and look. And if I’m dressing up for something with what I do have, I don’t look that bad. I would dress nicer on the daily if I had the time and energy for it. I rarely ever wear makeup for the same reasons I don’t put effort into dressing, thus i don't know how to do it well. The most I can do is smudged eyeliner and stage makeup. I wish I was better at it tho.

I'm really like Anime, though i just got back into it after two years not watching. My favorite animes (out of the ones I've watched all the way through so far, I'm sure this list will be different when I watch more) are HxH, Death Note, Soul Eater and Black Butler. My favs from those last three were Ryuk, Crona/Stein and Grell. I’m currently watching Jojos, Revolutionary Girl Utena, FLCL, Hellsing, AOT and Inuyasha. Some of my favorite movies are Howls Moving Castle, Inglorious Bastards, The Perks of Being a Wallflower, The Sandlot, the Kill Bill movies, and Jojo Rabbit. I also like musicals, my favorites of those are Great Comet of 1812, Chicago, Cabaret, A Chorus Line, and Hadestown.

I really enjoy drawing, and i mostly draw fanart of whatever media franchise i like atm. My art isn't stellar, but it's not absolute crap either. I really want to get better, but it’s been hard. I’d lost the motivation to draw for like a full year but it’s coming back and I’m very excited because I have a lot of ideas! I'd also like to start animating one day. I can also play the guitar and piano.

I daydream a lot. It's made worse by the fact that i usually don't ever get enough sleep on the weekdays, im constantly zoning out. I’m up in my own head a lot of the time. I don't think too highly of myself, but i try not to self deprecating either. It flip flops all the time between intense confidence and intense self hatred. I don't talk to my friends a lot, and i don't hang out with them much either. I don't have a best friend. I'm pretty bad at speaking to people in general. I'm no good at making conversation and am usually awkward if i keep trying too. I talk to myself a lot, when I'm alone it's normal speaking but if I'm around other people sometimes I'll still mutter under my breath. I'm a quiet person. I don't put myself in the spotlight, however, I can usually handle being in it. I tend to procrastinate a lot and have a hard time with motivation, especially in school. I have big ideas for what I could do with my life and projects i wanna work on but it's so hard for me to just do it y'know. I really envy people with fierce determination, people with a defined goal in life and people who are sure of who they are. I don’t really know who I am and I can’t choose who I want to be and it kinda pisses me off.

Characters like Hisoka are usually my favorite. Loud or striking personality, makes themselves noticable/just is noticable, flamboyant, intelligent and skilled, the antagonist/morally grey leaning black, stuff like that. I like how unpredictable he is, everything he does in the series is so interesting the first time you watch it you're always wary of what he might do next. He's an extremely well written character. I like his style and his magician schtick too. Characters with an unorthodox way of thinking/doing things/motivations are usually the most interesting to me. Also uuuhhhh yeah he's hot.

Sorry if this is too long!

It's not too long, never could be! Thank you for the detail. I'll work on your second one that you sent in as well but it might post after this idk- ah god this one seems so mean because I don't have the 2 others to soften the worst blow 😭 oh well your next two will be better you just gotta wait a lil, it makes this one seem so targeted I'm sorry

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Hisoka

At first he would think you're kind of pathetic honestly- he doesn't go for people who don't have any flourishing, ever growing, determination for something; but I do think that he would find how in your own world and kind of out of spotlight you are to be interesting. Of course at the right time you might create some sort of hit and he would find you fun to play with to an extent, and the only possibility of it turning into a real romantic love is if you spent an overwhelming amount of time together, but It could happen in a sort of completely-unexpected and out of character way for you both.

He does like a challenge, and while there's certain things you lack, there's at least something that provides this open quest for breaking or solving: he would love to see who you can become! You mentioned that you can't choose and don't know who you are, so he would make it a game/challenge to change some part of that. Your sort of introverted personality might make it even more fun in certain aspects

#hxh #anime #hunter x hunter #hxh headcanons #hunter x hunter headcanon #hisoka #hisoka hc

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shadowgamerhalo · 3 years

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Hello! May I please have a creepypasta romantic match-up and or a little scenario to go with it? (But only write what your up for) Tysm in advance! Anyways I hope you have a great day/night and tysm once again!

Zodiac sign: Leo sun, Aries moon, Leo rising

Personality Type: ENTP

Pronouns: She/her

Sexuality: Straight (For now might be bi but i'm going with straight) I'm 5'4 and I have a very tiny body frame so i'm extremely petite and pretty small. I'm not very curvy and I literally have the body of a cereal box...lol but its fine because I have nice hips and thighs. I have thick brown hair that goes down to my back and it gets tangled pretty easily but its kinda fluffy. I have brown eyes and tiny freckles all over my face and body. I also have a very strong grunge style, like Flannels, band t-shirts, combat boots, leather jackets etc. But i'd also always enjoy a nice oversized sweatshirt or hoodie with a pair of skinny, ripped jeans and some converses or something along those lines. For my personality.....this is where things get interesting. At first people find me very intimidating due to my resting bitch face and cold exterior but I promise i'm not like that ALL the time. When you get to know me, i'm goofy and about everything that comes out of my mouth is sarcasm or some dry humored joke. I'm also that one friend in a group where they literally will do the stupidest shit ever like for an example one time it was super dark outside and my other friend was there, while I was trying to climb a tree and I failed and fell out of the tree, and landed on my back. I got straight up after that somehow it didn't hurt.....like at all? But yeah i'm super reckless and sometimes people have to save me from myself if you get what I mean. I also have a very strong "I don't give a fuck" attitude and I will not hesitate to stick up for myself or my friends....like i'm the type of person where if someone glares at me, i'll glare right back.

I have bad anxiety and I can be very self destructive. This is where my feisty, stubborn, hardheaded side comes in. If I want something then i'll fight for it even if it hurts me and i'll get into a bad cycle of putting myself down and trying to do better even if I did great the first time but I always push myself too far and other people have to stop me because I usually can't see it when its happening. I also cover my emotions up and I have a lot of trouble talking about whats bothering me or what problems i'm having emotionally so I put up a wall and I act tough, or happy and sometimes i'll be the exact opposite but I try to hide it. Weird things about me: I've grown up in the south all my life so sometimes when I talk a few words they'll come out sounding WAYYY more country and southern then I wanted, I don't have an accent but sometimes my words just come out that way. I also love the smell of cigarette smoke....let me explain. When I was a kid my parents smoked a lot and I was used to smelling it and now it reminds me of home and is sort of comforting.

Things I like: I love swimming (I was on a swim team for about 9 years), I love horror movies, I like rain and the sounds of thunderstorms because its calming to me, I also love the smell of rain, I like cloudy days, cooking, listening to 80's and 90's rock but mainly 90's because 90's is the best, My favorite bands are Bush, Audioslave, Red Hot Chili Peppers, Linkoln Park, Pearl jam but i'm pretty open to anything.

Things I dislike: Spiders.......I will scream if I see a spider.

I pair you with the part tsundere Bloody Painter!

Helen doesn't fall easily. So your relationship was probably a bit rocky, with first impression, since Helen and you have that same problem. This though, did start the conversation which led to your relationship, so it was actually was good in the end!

In general Helen has a quiet exterior, though once you got to know each other, you can actually see why he hangs around Puppet. Cause this man, has one wicked sense of humor. As soon as you show your more goofy, sacrasm side. Helen is showing how devious he is. You'll likely see it first with your fear of spiders. Expect a bit of teasing, cause he will smirk at you, before he squishes it, and then proceed to tease you a bit.

He's definitely the kind of person to trick someone into doing something stupid, for his amusement. So he will make no exception of not pulling that on you. Though he will probably make sure you're okay in the end, just cause he loves you. The kind of person to deny it, but really you can tell. Cause for you, he's easier to read. If you stick up for friends, then expect him right behind you making the most threatening aura possible to the person you're fighting. Which means you'll win most of your fights, without having to throw a punch.

Your anxiety and self destructive tendencies, will likely have you seeing a very gentle and soft side to Helen, much quicker than you would think. He also has trouble explaining his emotions, though he will become good at reading yours. Likely you will become good at reading his, so it'll be a balance. Granted, Helen is stubborn too, though in a different way as he's also patient. He will stick with you once he's attached, no matter what.

You sounded southern with some words, actually makes Helen giggle and he will tease you for it. Though once you're around him long enough, you'll realize that he has that. Such as him sounding more cockney, such as whenever he tries to pronounce meter, and so on and so forth. Plus a bonus if you hear him say shit. I suggest recording that, to tease him back as revenge >;)

Helen surprisely smokes, not a lot but you can tell when he does. So you'll probably smell it in his clothes. Which means if you steal them, that means you'll get a flustered Helen, who probably will initiate cuddles afterwards. Cause he's not the tallest in the manor, being at 5'8, but you'll still be smol to him, which he adores. He won't mock you for your height, though he might pick you up like a cat. He also likes your hair, cause he can style it for drawings of you, and he likes running his fingers through your hair while cuddling.

Speaking of drawing, expect to be draw a lot. Like even when you're not too aware of it, Helen will probably be drawing you absent-mindly. If you're swimming, probably will be drawing you doing it. Helen will show you his art, as you've become his muse. No worries, not the blood paintings. He might even give you ones with things you like, like a cloudy day one.

You can introduce him to your music, and he'll likely listen to it with you while he draws or paints. Also, you'll have to remind him to eat sometimes especially when he's in creative mode, so practice for cooking. Also if you give him some shepherd's pie, he will shower you with affection.

This one took a while, as I tried my best to find on that fit. I hope this to your liking, I did my best. If you want a scenario based off of this then, I'm happy to provide. This goes for all who ask for match-ups.

#creepypasta #creepypasta matchups #creepypasta match ups #creepypasta headcanons #helen headcanons #helen #bloody painter #bloody painter headcanons

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pascalpanic · 3 years

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Hi, I just found your blog and I'm already in love with your work!!😍✨💕 I wanted to ask if you could do a ship for me 👉🏻👈🏻Soo I'm 5'1, have black shoulder length hair, brown eyes, I also have glasses,most of the time I wear skirts and hoodies. I'm pretty shy, but if I get comfortable around someone I won't shut up. I'm really insecure and a huge overthinker. I love cats, raccons and rabbits haha. My hobbies are reading, drawing, cooking, baking (but I still have to learn so much bc I'm not the best at it) and sometimes going for walks and I'm also a huge neeerd (thanks to my dad haha). I don't really have a favorite meal or something like that, but I love fruits, my favs are blueberries and raspberries. My favorite colors are yellow, purple and pastel pink :3 i'm very clumsy and also very sensitive. I'm very interested in history, different cultures and languages. I hope this is enough information bc I never did that before :3

have a great day/night and also a huuuge thank you if you do this❤️💕✨

I would ship you with Oberyn Martell!!

*thor voice* Now this is a man. Sorry had to say it. Now onto your ship request my dear!

Oberyn canonically loves berries, so that immediately popped into my mind. The man is royalty, so he has all of Dorne’s finest fruits always available for the two of you to eat. Strange fruits from faraway lands are always at your fingertips, and Oberyn makes sure of that! He thinks your fascination with other cultures is amazing, and he wants you to teach him everything you know, and wants to learn what you don’t know alongside you. He’d ask you to tutor him before he goes off to another land, helping him with their customs and beliefs they hold important there. He also loves animal, and will get any creature you want as your pet. Raccoons? Sure! He’ll have someone tame one for you to keep as a pet. Oberyn appreciates that you’re an over thinker, as sometimes he doesn’t think enough. He’d appreciate your ability to think things through and make rational choices. He thinks you’re absolutely adorable (he kind of has a thing for innocence) but wants to make sure you’re comfortable at all times. He knows you’re sensitive, and discreetly makes sure everyone else knows that too. If someone’s rude to you or makes you cry, it’s off with their head, specifically by Oberyn’s hand, in the fighting arena. He will never fail to protect you from anything that harms you, even your own self doubt!

ship requests are still open!! send em!!

#oberyn martell #oberyn martell x reader #pedro pascal #josie talks #pascalpanic100

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dumdrop · 4 years

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My Nightmares

This one made me cry while writing it. It's a lot more emotional than my previous nightmares. I apologise for the sudden time jumps. Please enjoy!

I was sleeping in my bed, and I woke up from the sound of my little brother crying like he was scared. I left my room and walked down the hallway to Austin's room. I entered his room and saw him in his bed, wide awake, and crying very sadly.

I walked over to him and sat on the left side of the bed. “Hey, buddy. Did you have another nightmare?”

He nodded with agreement, too afraid to speak. I raised my hand and placed it on top of his head. Usually, physical affection worked best to calm him down. I stroked his head smoothingly, and he grabbed my hand and squeezed it.

“What was your nightmare about?” I said. It's always better to talk about his fears and reassure him they could never happen. He was staring at his hands, nervous to talk about what scared him. His little voice broke the silence of the room.

"I was playing in the front yard with Tony. I saw something shiny in the middle of the road and ran over to it. It was a shiny button. I picked it up because it was a pretty button. It was yellow just like the buttons on Nana's sweater she used to wear."

He stopped crying but was still shaking. "Then I saw a car coming towards me and it hit me."

"Oh, that's a bad one," I said. "I've had nightmares like that before. It's pretty scary."

"You have?" He said, looking up from his hands to look at me. His face lit up, happy knowing he wasn’t alone.

"Yeah, I have those nightmares too. I had thought before what it would be like to be hit by one. And, of course, I had a nightmare about it that night."

He finally stopped shaking after I said this. I tried to think of something else to say that would reassure him. "You know... nightmares are only your mind trying to scare you. And when you have a scary thought in your head, your mind plays it out in your dreams as you sleep. But it's only your imagination so it's not real."

I gave him a side-hug and he rested his head on my shoulder. "So it's not real, right?"

He didn't look up at me but I could still see his smiling face as he said, "Not real."

Time Skip

It was suddenly morning. I was sitting in the dining room looking out the window. It was raining and very grey and cloudy. I always loved the rain. The sound of the spattering raindrops on the roof, the fountain of water falling down the glass, the faint rumble of the thunder and lightning. It makes me feel so peaceful and happy.

Austin came running into the dining room. At full speed, he crashed into me causing us both to be pushed back against the table. "Hey! Slow down next time!" I said.

"Sorry!" He said excitedly, pushing himself up and wrapping his arms around my shoulders. "I love it when it rains! I wanna go outside and play!"

"Not yet! It's still pouring!" I replied, hugging him back. "You know the rules. We don't go out yet until it's sprinkling."

He gave me a dramatic, very sarcastic, frown. "I know! But can't we just go out this time? Just once?"

He looked very desperate, as kids do when they really want something. "Not this time. I don't wanna get soaked today."

"Can we get soaked one day?"

I nodded. "Maybe one day."

He let out a loud and again dramatic sigh. "Fine!" He let go of me and left the dining room. I watched him disappear out of my view and returned my gaze back to the window.

Time Skip

It was suddenly the afternoon and the rain had stopped pouring and was now a quiet drizzle. Perfect for Austin and me. I could take pictures of the outside wearing its drenched coat of dirty puddles and water drops falling off roses.

I quickly grabbed my polaroid camera and jacket and left my room. Austin was already waiting by the door with his jacket on and Tony, his cat doll that was a Ragdoll!

"Come on, Taylor! What's taking you so long?"

"Hang on, Austin, we have to put our rain boots on before we go out." I grabbed our boots that were sitting by the door. I sat his blue boots by his side and started to put my red ones on.

"But I hate rain boots! They aren't as comfortable as my normal boots!" I finished putting mine on as he sat down and started removing his "normal" boots.

I grabbed his left boot and started putting it on his foot. "And they're too long!" He continued. "And I don't like the way they squeak as I walk!"

I finished putting on his boots for him and stood up as he continued. "They are such an Unconvenience."

I grabbed his tiny hands and pulled him to his feet. "Inconvenience."

He grabbed the doorknob, gave it a quick twist, and opened the door. He immediately ran out of the house and left me in the dust. I heard him yell something like whatever! as he ran into the woods.

I quickly moved my camera to my eyes, looking through the camera's viewfinder, and aimed it perfectly at his silhouette approaching the woods. I pushed the button and Flash! The picture was taken. The familiar sound of the photo exiting the camera and into my hands.

"Wait up!" I shouted and ran after him.

I put the instant photo into my jacket's pocket as I was sprinting. I found him by an old oak tree, looking up at its majestic tallness. It was covered in moss and vines. The living things growing around the dead body of bark and branches, I thought.

"Awesome!" Austin said. He touched the moss with his index finger. "And gross!" He sat on the hump of one it's massive roots. "Here. Take a picture!"

My little genius! He found the perfect spot to take a picture! He made a cute pose as I raised my camera. Click! The photo left the camera, into my hands, and into my pocket.

He, again, took off running, ducking under the hanging branches of the old oak tree, avoiding the drizzled leaves, and ran deeper into the forest. I lost sight of him through the fog. I started to chase after him, tapping on the fallen sticks, breaking them in half, the snapping sound echoing through the thickets.

"Aussie!" I cried out.

I heard the sound of sticks breaking again, but not from me this time. Found you!

I quickened my pace towards the sound, getting smacked in the face by the wet leaves. I could only get a glimpse of those bright blue rain boots. "Aussie! Slow down! I'm gonna lose you! Brother!"

"Slowpoke!" He shouted back.

"You know I hate this game!"

"But I love it!"

"You asshole!"

I caught a glimpse of the flapping of his hoodie in between the trees and fog. He wasn't too far. I could catch him.

I was really running now. I knew I could outrun him. I followed the sounds of his steps that were running away from me. They were getting louder and louder, signaling that I was getting closer. I saw his silhouette again, fading in and out of the fog. I quickly held up my camera again and took a shot blindly. Click! The flash lighting up the world in front of me.

I finally caught up to him. I grabbed his shoulder and forced him to slow down. We both managed to stop and I clasped his arms and pulled them to me, trying to stop him from leaving me again.

"You know... I hate it when you do that." I said, gasping through my words.

"I know. I wanted to see if I could outrun you yet." He replied with a cheeky grin.

I had seen a white figure in my peripheral vision. I looked over to it and saw the picture I just took in my hand. Oh right! The picture.

I let go of my grip on his arms and he walked over to another tree that was just about ten feet away. I looked at the picture I took to see if it was good enough to keep. But, something was wrong. I realized something was missing in the picture. Austin.

The picture was the fog and the trees I had seen, but where Austin was standing before, he wasn't. That's odd. I clearly remember him there. I did take the picture while running… maybe I didn't aim it right on him?

I tucked the photo into my pocket along with the two others I took. I looked over to my brother, who was standing by the tree and drawing swirls in the moist dirt with a stick. I lifted my camera again, a motion I was most familiar with, and looked through the viewfinder like a peephole in an apartment door. Nothing looked different. My finger found the button and pushed it. I had seen the flash go off, but there was something I didn't see. My brother.

He had disappeared. His body was completely gone in the light of the flash. Just briefly, though. But I had seen it.

I slowly lowered the camera down from my face. Complete terror flowing through my body and running through my veins. Then came confusion and then denial. Why did he just disappear? Like he's not really there?

I took the picture from my polaroid and stared at it. No Aussie.

I moved my shaking hand into my pocket and pulled out the three pictures of today. I had first seen the picture of just the fog and trees. Next, the old oak tree. No Austin. Last, the silhouette just outside our house. Just the dark woods. No Austin.

I couldn't believe it. What the hell? What does this mean?

It couldn't be true. He's right there!

Better be sure.

"Austin. Look over at me." I demanded, trying to keep my cool.

"Okay." He answered while shrugging his shoulders. I walked over and stood directly across from me. I was going to make sure this time! I looked through the viewfinder and aimed it on Austin, perfectly in the frame. It clicked again and there went the flash.

Just as the flash went, Aussie had teleported right in front of me when he was just ten feet away.

I screamed and jumped back, falling into the mud. He was looking at me with great concern. "What's wrong, Taylor?"

All I did was gasp and wail. So afraid.

I took off running. I couldn't stand the thought of my little brother being a ghost, not being real anymore. He is still alive. This is all a sick nightmare I'm having.

I could hear his sweet and tiny voice crying out for me. "Taylor! Wait up! Where are you going?"

I tried with all of my might to keep running. Don't turn around. Keep running. It's not true!

I was out of the woods and came upon the street. I no longer heard his voice. I had to get away. I knew where I had to go. I knew who I needed to see. I was running to his house without thinking. Daniel.

I ran to my best friend's house. I came to his front door and loudly pounded it. He quickly opened the door and saw me, looking concerned and confused.

"Taylor? What's wrong? What happened?" He said.

"I- I- I- I don't know. I- I'm-" I stuttered, unable to speak.

He grabbed my shaking hands and held them tight. "It's okay, Tbug. You're okay."

I realized I was crying. I felt a tear fall down my cheek.

Danny released my right hand, still holding my left, and raised it to my cheek, brushing away my tear with his thumb. He released my left hand and pulled me into a tight hug. I collapsed into him, releasing all of the tension I was holding. He held me tenderly, whispering soothingly into my ear, one of his curls tickling my nose. I finally felt my fear calming down, my shaking slowing, and my tears falling against his shoulders, soaking the fabric of his shirt.

I eventually heard the sirens. I had seen the reflection of blue and red lights in the window. I let go of Danny and he released his grasp on me. I turned to the flashing lights and the sounds of the sirens. They were near my house, down the street from my friend's house.

I started to freak out again. My body resumed shaking. The blood was sucked out of my face as if a vampire had bitten me. I took small steps off of his front porch and back on the street. My steps quickened as I stared at the police cars and paramedics truck. My steps got faster until I wasn't on my feet anymore.

Daniel had run after me and tackled me to the ground. He pushed his weight against me so I couldn't get up. "No, Danny! Stop! I must see it!"

I knew what I would see. My dead brother on the street, his small body crushed by a car. Danny must have caught on to the situation and prevented me from seeing my living nightmare.

"No! Aussie! Danny let me go!" I cried, attempting to push him off me but failing. "Austin!"

I was repeatedly calling my brother's name, trying desperately to get an answer.

"No Taylor! You don't want to see it!" Danny said, breathing heavily, his grip loosening. He was struggling to keep me in place.

I kicked my feet and managed to slide out of his grasp. I sat up on my butt and tried to stand up but Danny had grabbed my legs and pulled me to him, my backside sliding against the ground. Now face-to-face, he hugged me again, not letting go. Even through my hits and screams, he didn't let go. I looked into his eyes. He looked so sad. I couldn't fight him anymore. I gave up.

I gave in to the truth. The truth that my little brother was gone and I couldn't do anything about it. I never felt such sadness in my life. I couldn't feel anything else. I couldn't move. I couldn't do anything.

I stared into my best friend's sorrowful eyes and started to cry deeply. Danny's eyes were filling up with tears. He cried along with my wails of sorrow. He buried his face into my shoulder and I wrapped my arms around his neck. Even though his body was on top of mine, I couldn't feel it. I didn't feel the familiar warmth of him. I just cried and cried.

“We didn’t get the chance to get soaked…” I said mindlessly. “I told him 'maybe one day.'”

I could hear the words but I couldn't feel them leave my mouth. “It wasn’t real… I told him it wasn’t real. I told him that! I told him…”

It’s not real. It’s not real. It’s not real! It's not real! It's not real! IT'S NOT REAL! NOT REAL NOT REAL NITREALNOTREALNOTREALNOTREALNOT-

And that's when I woke up.

Previous Nightmare

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mikkachu8888 · 4 years

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A/N I do not own any of the main plot line or characters of Marvel. Those rights are reserved for the creators. Thank you.

Peter x adult!reader

You were nervous to say the least. You looked at the clock on your wall again. It was probably only 15 minutes until they would arrive. You sighed. Mae and Peter are coming over for dinner. It's only been a few months since Tony's funeral and you can't say you were coping well. Natasha...Tony... Steve... all gone. Steve wasn't dead, but he seemed on the verge of it due to his old age now, but either way you weren't ready to let him go either. It felt like you were robbed of so much time you could have spent with him. He always was my most understanding fake uncle/dad/brother...or whatever you wanted to consider him. It didn't matter how you felt though, it's what makes him happy and you have to respect that... even if internally you weren't ready to bury another one of your family members. These people helped raise you and it broke your heart to see how your family got so much smaller.

Clint made more of an appearance in your life after the events, however. After Nat died you both found great comfort and grieving her death together. He became your new outlet to vent, which had previously belonged to Steve. Actually, this whole dinner was Clint's idea. It was something that was meant to clear the air between Peter and I.

"Are you okay?"

I turned to the voice and saw my fiancé of 8 months standing in the kitchen door with his hands in his pockets and looking at me with a concerned, but supportive smile.

"No..." I admit. "I've faced mass genocide, the largest war to human kind, and losing most of my family all at once... and yet... I've never been more nervous than I am right now."

"What do you think is going to happen?" (f/n) says.

"I don't know... I know it's really not that big of a deal compared to what we've all gone through before, but for some reason I can't bear to see Peter so upset with me. It...Just...It hurts my heart. I can't explain it." you say putting your face into your hands.

"I understand... and to be honest I think it is... a big deal." (f/n) says walking over and placing his hands on my arms gently. "So many families have been disrupted by the blip. Parents seeing their children all grown up all of a sudden, couples having larger age gaps and who have grieved and moved on, people who have blipped and realized that their loved ones that have remained here passed away in that what seemed to be moments they've been gone...in which it was actually years."

You looked up at him. He gave a small smile. "You are not the only one struggling to adjust in these weird times and grieving the lost time. I'm sure Peter is just as confused and nervous as you are. He was your boyfriend, your lover. You guys were very close and I'm sure when he came back from the blip he still thought you were the same as ever... only to realize that it wasn't the case."

"He saw me for the first time at Tony's funeral...and he wouldn't even talk to me. He just stared at me... almost like he was afraid of me." The sentence came out like it was a soft whisper, but ended with just pain and hurt in it.

"Is that a bad thing?" (f/n) asked. "Wouldn't you be? I know I would, especially if I was just a 16 year old kid."

"No no...No... You're right. I honestly should be thinking about him too. He's probably shell shocked and I'm just worried about myself." You take a deep breath and gave a slight bitter chuckle. "I'm the adult here. I've matured and learned to cope. I shouldn't be the one who's scared here."

"I think it's okay for you both to be scared. Don't worry, though. I'll be there and Mae will be there to help. Clint says he'll be standing by if you need help." It was at that moment, the doorbell rang making you jump. "You got this. I promise."

He gave you a kiss on the cheek before leaving to answer the door. You mulled over his words for a moment before sucking in a breath and following him. As you walked through your living room you reached up and began fixing your hair as you walked. You wanted to make sure you at least looked like you weren't a complete mess, but you were on the inside. A horrible, grieving, pitiful, shawarma and ice cream eating mess.

I wore black. It was my go to color. Not because I was sad or grieving, but because it is the most convenient color and showed so much class while also hiding your shame. There was very little the color black couldn't hide. You were grateful that when you joined SHIELD and the main uniform color was black. You cut your hair shorter and mostly wore it up in a tight seamless bun for work, but tonight it is in its full glory. Your fiancé wore basic white button up and black pants. He had on a tie before, but you supposed it was bothering him so he took it off. At least he put on the black blazer as well. You never liked the tie anyway. It was just something Steve had said one time that was necessary for important events. He taught (f/n) how to tie it and everything.

You stood beside (f/n) a little ways back as you were bit afraid. He opened the door and there stood Mae, Peter, and shockingly Happy smiling back. Peter actually wasn't smiling. He wasn't even looking at neither you nor (y/n). His gaze was to the side towards the floor. It was clear that he wasn't ready to face reality either. Your eyes moved back to the group as a whole. "Happy, what are you doing here?" You- asked stretching out a smile that may have seemed a little forced.

"Well, I was just popping over to the Parker residence from visiting Pepper and Morgan, and Mae invited me to come along, so I thought I haven't seen you in a while and there was no harm in dropping by as well. I wanted to see what you've been up to and what not." Happy nodded with a big smile. He leaned close and half whispered "Mae thought that you all could use as much help as you could get with this weird situation anyway."

"O-oh... okay... well um. Thanks for coming. I'm sure it's appreciated." You internally cursed. More people to witness the horror that will be this dinner. You turned your attention to Mae. "Hi, Mae." You smiled a bit and you could tell she already had tears pricking her eyes and she held out her arms for a big hug. She gave you tight motherly squeeze and rubbed your back. "Hi, Honey. Gosh, you've gotten so big. You just look absolutely beautiful."

"Yes. Thank you. It's been so long since I've seen you... Well I suppose not to you." You attempted a joke to lighten the mood. She and Happy laughed though that joke didn't seem to land well with Peter as he didn't laugh and only seemed to be made more uncomfortable.

Your eyes did fixate on Peter now and the silence of the group became thick and very tense. He wasn't saying anything and you bit your lip. "Hey...Peter." Your voice was softer and sounded week. He looked exactly the same. Young baby face with wispy brown hair that seemed to like to hang in his face depending how it fell. He did a pretty good job at keeping it combed back, however. His brown eyes finally looked back at you and widened just slightly. You looked so much different, yet, exactly the same. For starters, the makeup. That was so much more new. You never wore makeup. You were perfectly happy with the nude appearance of your face. Although you weren't wearing much makeup it was still prevalent that you had some on, but just enough to look clean and classy. Your hair wasn't as super long as you had it when you were younger. It was always down and long and it was a daily struggle for you to keep it maintained and out of paint or your food at lunch. You were always getting it caught in your mouth or finding random strands of it on your clothing or in your stuff. He remembered how sometimes when he kissed you your hair would get caught between their lips. It was embarrassing then, but now he missed it. Now it was cut much shorter and seemed more tamed. He wasn't sure if he liked that or not. It didn't matter, however, for some reason in Peter's mind it made you look all the much more mature and older. Everything about you seemed older and mature. Your body was different. Slightly wider hips and a bit larger breasts. He probably wouldn't have noticed either difference if it wasn't for the dress you were wearing... or for the matter that you were wearing a dress at all. Dresses and skirts weren't your forte last time he saw you. You said they restricted you from doing the things you wanted to do. No, leggings and jeans covered in paint, pen marks, sharpies was what you wore on a daily basis along with an oversized hoody of some sort. Peter looked down at the ground. He noticed you weren't wearing any shoes. He cracked a slight side smile. At least that was one thing that didn't changed about you. You always hated wearing shoes. It didn't matter where you were or the temperature outside. Shoes were never the priority for you. You always carried a pair and wore them when you had to, but if they bothered you too much or you just found them unnecessary you'd kick them off and immediately toss them in your backpack. So many times you'd walk down the school halls bare foot with some type of drawing that you drew on them from being bored in class. Peter always thought that little quirk was cute. He could actually see a little tattoo on the side of your foot, but couldn't make it out in that moment. In fact when he looked closer, he saw that both your feet looked slightly different from each other. He wasn't quite sure, but it seemed the foot with the tattoo seemed somewhat off. He just wasn't sure what was different.

His voice finally decided to make an appearance. "Hey... again..." It didn't come out as strong as he wanted it to, but it came out enough for her to hear.

"How are you?" You asked him.

"Uh..." He didn't have anything to say. He just gave an awkward nod and a generic 'ok'. He wasn't ready to talk. You backed off and looked at the group as a whole once more.

"Oh um... everyone. This is my fiancé, (f/n)" you said stepping back and introducing your now future husband. Peter's face immediately dropped. His eyes widened and he looked back and forth between you and your fiancé in an almost panicked state. He couldn't believe it. You had found someone else. You had left him.

"Hi, everyone." (f/n) smiled and waved and shook everyone's hand, except Peter who didn't even attempt to raise his hand. His face now stared wide eyed at your fiancé who waited patiently for his hand in return. Mae nudged Peter's arm and he blinked a couple of times in realization and took (f/n)'s hand to shake. "Oh yeah um sorry... it's nice to meet you." He says politely trying to cover up how frazzled he was for a moment.

"Well, everyone. Why don't you come inside?" You say and step to the side allowing everyone to filter into your home.

"Wow... fancy." Happy says looking around at stuff.

"Happy, you knew I lived here." You say unamused.

"I've never seen the inside, though." He commented back.

"So how long have you lived here?" Mae asks looking at the light fixtures.

"3 years or so now." You say watching them. "I know it's much different than that dingy apartment I was at before."

"Yeah um.... How did you get a place like this?" Peter asks quietly.

"Uh well... with my new job and the housing being cheaper from the blip and-"

"Tony bought it." Happy commented bluntly cutting you off.

You sighed. "Yes. Tony bought and designed it for me. My job at SHIELD lets me be able to pay for it."

"You work at SHIELD?" peter asks glancing back at you.

"Yes. Head of the entire global security and protection program. Also, I'm a public advocate for the international super powered and mutated community." You say with a bit of pride.

"Wow that sounds like a very high position." Mae says.

"It can be, I suppose." You shrug your shoulders.

"You've certainly come a long way since you were young." Mae says a little sad.

"I think everyone who was left here during the blip has. It just depends on if they came a long way for the better or worse. That depends on the person." You state glancing at Happy. "Right, Happy?"

"Yeah. There's been a lot of people who dropped over the edge since that, but also a lot of people who've thrived since then. We've seen it all." Happy says skeptically looking at one of the vases you had on your counter. You walked over and took the vase from Happy's hands. "Why don't we all sit down before you break something." You says putting the vase back down where it was.

"Where did you get that? It's hideous." Happy says moving towards the sofa.

"It came with the house." You stated.

"Why'd you keep it?" Happy says scrunching up his nose.

"Don't worry about it." You say ushering him to the couch.

"I happen to like it. I think it's... unique." Mae says admiring it from afar as she sat next to Happy and Peter on one of the sofas. You and (f/n) sat across from them on the other. He gave them each glasses of water in case they got thirsty. You hadn't seen him even go into the kitchen to get them.

"Oh yeah... I mean... if you look at it that way then I guess it's pretty nice." Happy says backtracking and taking a pert sip of the water he was just given. Your eyes furrow as you look between Happy and Mae. You glance at Peter who also seems confused at the interaction.

"Okay...so Happy. What were you doing at the Parker residence?" you ask Happy with a smirk.

"Oh you know. Just checking in. See how Peter is doing." Happy says not so casually.

"I see." You say as your eyes look back at Peter. "So, Peter."

"Huh?" he asks a little startled by my turn of attention to him. The water in his cup sloshing at the sudden movement. "How are you doing?"

"Oh um... okay, I guess." He responds nodding. That was it. The entire highlight of the conversation between us for the rest of the time. The rest of the time he and you both remained quiet and only spoke when spoken too. You were hurt. He was hurt. You could tell. Not only because you know him, but because teenagers tend to have less of a poker face when they're upset. No matter how hard they try to hide it, it usually slips through that they are emotional in that moment. You have learned to control that side of you a lot better. You are no longer that emotional and even if you were, you've learned to hide it a lot better. Your face remains impassive, but you sit there thinking that perhaps he doesn't need impassive. He needs something to know that you are feeling much of the same feelings he is feeling. You just don't know what to say.

"If you don't mind me asking, how did you two meet?" Mae asks setting her glass on the coffee table in front of us. Peter's attention becomes more alert at the question. It was obvious he was wondering the same thing. Just when did this happen?

"Oh no. I don't mind. I suppose that is one of the big elephant questions in the room." You say a little nervously.

"We met in physical therapy. We had the same Therapist and she brought all her patients together for group stretching once a week. It was something that was set up through a volunteer group for people with superpowers and mutations. I can't exactly remember the name, but it was group that helped with the devastation after the snap. They helped clean up and got people out of crisis and arranged for a lot of the people with powers who were injured to receive medical attention and physical therapy from medical professionals that had mutations of some sort as to not expose us or risk exploitation. Do you remember the volunteer organization's name?" (f/n) asked looking at me.

"It wasn't an organization. It was a school, I believe. Dr. Xavier ran the school. He's quite the man. I talk to him every now and again, but I haven't heard from him quite a while. He's part of the reason I got my foot in the door for advocating for those with superpowers or mutants as they call them." You state.

"Interesting. What were you going to physical therapy for?" Mae asked. "Or what I mean is, what happened?"

"Well I was on a train in New York with my sister and mother when people starting dusting away. I suppose the conductor was one of those people because our train never stopped and crashed full force into one of the buildings and derailed us from the tracks over a bridge, it sent us crashing into the streets. My mother died on impact, but I was able to protect my sister with my body. I can turn my body into different materials, so I was able to keep most of the things away from her and she just had a couple of broken bones, but I didn't move fast enough because I got a metal rod straight through the chest. It broke right near my sternum. I had no clue why or how I was still alive. I thought I was going to die in there for sure until some of the students from that school showed up." (f/n) unbuttoned his shirt half way to show the large star like shaped scar right in the center of his chest.

"That's awesome..." Happy muttered looking in awe at his scar before getting nudged in the shoulder by Mae. "I mean terrible. Truly terrible. I'm sorry for your loss."

"Yes, that's awful. I'm sorry that happened to you." Mae says sympathetically.

(f/n) chuckled and buttoned his shirt back up. "No, don't worry about it. These types of things make us stronger right? And I do agree with Happy. I think my scar is pretty awesome." He patted his chest proudly. You smiled in amusement and gave slight chuckle.

"...and you?" Peter's soft voice piped up after a moment. Everyone looked at him. He was looking at you. You weren't really sure what he was trying to ask you. He glanced at everyone before licking his lips and trying again to clarify. "Uh um. What I mean is what happened to you... as well? Why were you in, you know, physical therapy?"

"Oh. I was actually in Africa fighting in battle." You sated simply.

"You were a part of the Battle of Wakanda?" Peter asks sitting up straighter now.

You smiled a bit and let out a breathy laugh. "Yeah. It was like pulling teeth to convince Steve to let me, but yeah. I was. It was a savage alien that bit and clawed into my leg and that started the problems, but it was a female servant of Thanos that actually took my leg. Cut it clean off with swords she had."

"Oh my god. That's horrible." Mae exclaimed and Peter's eyes traveled to your foot once more. That's why your foot looked so off. It was a prosthetic. Peter thought it looked too real to be a prosthetic, but too fake to be real. You were able to walk so seamlessly though. Like you never lost your leg at all.

"Not as horrible as for her. When Natasha found out she was absolutely pissed. She and one of the Wakanda guards kicked her ass." You laughed outwardly. Peter saw the old you come out all of a sudden and all at once. He smiled brightly. "And then what happened?" he asked.

"They sent her ass through her own giant alien sawblade that they tried to kill us with!" You were full blown laughing now. The memory had you almost in tears because of how convenient and karmic the whole thing was. If you remembered correctly you remember yourself laughing in that moment as well. Despite nearly being dead in a ditch and bleeding out uncontrollably, you were still verbally shouting out cheers of praise to Nat as she fought and when she came to quickly bandage you up to stop the bleeding. You remembered Nat replying to you "Shut up, kid or I'll leave you here instead. All that shouting is going to make you pass out anyway." Funny enough she wasn't too far off the target because it wasn't long after she told you that did you fall unconscious from blood loss and woke up with a sweet new robotic vibranium prosthetic leg in Wakanda's medical ward.

"So, if she cut your leg off what happened next." Peter asked now interested in the story.

"Nat bandaged me up, I passed out, and I woke up with a sweet new robotic leg in Wakanda's medical ward. After I was healed enough I was transferred to Xavier's school where I sharpened my powers and did physical therapy along with the others. Once I was healed, Tony came back from outer space. Once he was recovered he told us everything and eventually upgraded my leg. Now it looks almost like I never lost a leg. Well, sort of. It still looks a bit off and it glitches every now and again, but I'm not complaining. I can still walk so." You shrugged now crossing your leg over the other and folding your arms over your chest.

"Wow. That's really cool." Peter said breathlessly. He seemed to admire you so much more. You knew you were now Tony Stark, but it was nice to have those admiring eyes directed towards you for once. The type of eyes that didn't hold romantic feelings, but still held the belief that everything you did was cool and amazing.

"Thank you, Peter." You smiled.

"So when are you two getting married?" Happy asks randomly and taking a gulp of water.

*smash*

The glass in Peter's hand immediately smashes in his palm. Everyone makes a noise in surprise at the sudden sound and turn to Peter. "Oh! Uh... I'm sorry! I didn't mean to! I'll... I'll clean it up." Peter says getting down on the floor to clean it up.

"Peter, your hand." You gasp setting your cup down. His hand started bleeding from all the glass shards that decided to embed themselves into his skin.

"Oh um..." Peter's face flushed a bright red. He couldn't help but feel intense embarrassment about the situation.

"Don't worry about the glass. I got it. You go with (y/n) and get your hand all patched up, okay?" (f/n) says already standing to go and get the broom.

"Yeah, come on, Peter. I have a first aid kit in the kitchen." You say standing up and helping him to his feet. You held his arm as he kept his hand underneath his injured one, hoping to catch the blood so it wouldn't get onto your carpet. You walked him to the kitchen. "Just put your hand over the sink and I'll be there in a moment."

"Okay." Peter says doing what you asked as you began to rummage around the medicine cabinet. Peter began to run his hand under a bit of water as you came back with the first aid kit. You first got some tweezers and a dish towel and dragged 2 chairs over so we could sit. You first sat down and put the dish towel across your lap. Peter then sat down and you gently grabbed his hand and set it in your lap while looking closely at it. "Nothing bad it looks like. Obviously nothing the Amazing Spiderman can't handle." You joke looking at him with a smile and he smiles back with an awkward laugh.

A silence falls over you both as you begin to focus on plucking the tiny shards from his hand. You didn't notice how the air got thicker and you certainly didn't notice how things got increasingly more difficult for Peter to stomach. He stared at you the entire time and the longer he did the more his heart broke. You didn't notice how his straight face slowly broke until you saw a few tear drops fall onto the surface of the hand you were working on and you heard a choked back sob. You looked up and saw his face as he turned away. You set the towel with glass pieces aside and held his hand. You knew he wasn't crying because of his hand or if there was a possibility you hurt him. He was much tougher than that. You also knew you couldn't physically hurt him even if you wanted to. His powers made it easier for him to handle a lot more than a regular human. No, his pain was internal. His kind soft heart was bursting with pain. "Peter..." you said softly with a frown.

"I... I miss you." He said finally with his head down and his chest heaved. "I miss you so much."

This is where your heart broke and you couldn't even keep your composure anymore. You hugged Peter and you hugged him tight. You hugged him like how you wanted to hug him the day you found out that he was one of the victims of the Snap. You hugged him like he would dust away again. You hugged him like he would leave you again, but this time not come back. And you cried. Oh, you cried like you should have when you first saw him again. You cried as you were finally getting the closure you wanted. It was five years, but you had him in your arms again and you couldn't be more grateful. "I miss you, too."

"First I lost Mr. Stark and now you..." he began crying harder now. He drops to his knees on the floor and his face goes to your lap.

"That's not true. I'm right here." I told him holding him tighter.

"But you're not mine anymore. You're his... and it only seems like just a few months ago you were at my house and we were playing video games and listening to music." Peter said getting his voice more.

"But it wasn't a few months ago. It's been years, Peter." You tell him stroking his hair.

"I know... but... it's just not fair!" he says gripping the fabric of your dress around your thighs tight in his balled fists.

"I know, I know it's not fair." You tell him as more tears fell from your eyes.

"If... if he wasn't there... If you weren't getting married, would you wait for me?" he asked quietly. You pressed your lips together. This was a very heavy question. It wouldn't change the outcome of how things were now no matter how you answered, but it could change the way Peter thought about things and how your relationship would be from here on out. You had to answer carefully. Either he could be angry with you and refuse to have contact with you, or he could have a false sense of hope and closure all depending on how you answered his question. You just hated to see him so upset and you wanted to give in, but you also could not lie to him either. If you ever loved him then you would not lie to him, even now.

"No, Peter." I told him gently petting his hair. His body tensed at the words. "Look at me."

He didn't move, so you shifted your body away slightly and lifted his chin up, so he would look at you. "Peter, I want you to listen to me. I want you to really hear what I am trying to tell you."

He looks at you with his tear stained face, but he does what you ask. "What happened to us is cruel and unfair, but it did happen. This whole situation is hard to swallow and seeing you like this kills me. Seeing your face for the first time when you came back and realizing you didn't grow up with me was one of the hardest things I had to come to terms with because I immediately realized that we couldn't work. I think it was even harder for me when I realized that when you came back, you had no idea what had happened and you thought we were still together like always. I found it difficult when I saw the reality hit you when you looked at me for the first time at Tony's funeral. I still care deeply for you, but you are still a child, Peter. You blipped. I didn't. I mourned and moved on. I know that when you become in your twenties it won't really be a big deal anymore with the age gap, but that's nearly 10 years of my life waiting for you. That's 10 years of my life halted and stagnant. That's also nearly 5 years of your life wasted waiting on me when you also need to move on. I'm sorry, but it won't be healthy if you wait for me."

He doesn't say anything for a long while. He just sets his head back down in your lap as he thinks over what you just told him. I don't mind, however. You said what you had to. You couldn't lie to him. It wasn't the adult or right thing to do. You had to just rip the band aid off. It seemed we sat there for a while. I knew the others were giving us our privacy. We all knew this dinner was really just to break the news to Peter that our relationship wouldn't work and hoping we could still be okay afterwards.

"Do you love him?" he asked quietly, his voice breaking a bit.

"Yes." You answered back.

"Did you love me?"

"Yes."

"Do you still love me?"

"Yes."

"But... not the same way..." he sighed.

"...No... not in the same way." You tell him gently.

"I... I suppose that's okay." He muttered, even if he didn't like his own answer.

"Thank you, Peter." You say with a smile looking down at him.

"For what?" he asks looking up at you.

"For understanding, for not being angry, for being a good person, for doing the right thing for yourself and I, ... and for just giving me some of the best moments of my life being with you." You tell him happily.

"O-oh. No problem." He says now getting back up off the floor and going to his feet.

You follow suit. His face was still tear stained, but he didn't have complete dread in his eyes anymore.

"It's going to take a while for me to get over you." He says looking at the ground.

"I know it will because it took me awhile. (f/n) was very patient with me." You tell him before thought came into her head. "Peter, I know this is too soon, but may I point you in a direction of people to consider giving a chance?"

"Um... okay?" He didn't seem too comfortable, but he was open to hear what she suggested.

"You know Michelle Jones that was in our class, right? I believe she just went by MJ."

"MJ?" Peter thought taking it into consideration.

#spiderman #peter parker #tom holland #xreader #infinity war #endgame #marvel #tony stark #black widow #steve rogers #hawkeye

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britishcvntswriting · 5 years

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No warnings. Just fluff.

It's a late night and I'm currently hanging out with Jackson Fields captain of the football team. I'm a sophomore and he's a senior and I want to gain my social status so I've been trying to get cool with my upper classmates. "You want a beer?" He asks as he turns his head towards me. I nod even though I hate beer but I'd figured it wouldn't hurt. He leaves and comes back with a 6 pack before giving one to me. I opened my and take a sip cringing at the taste. I try to get over it as we watched the movie. An hour later I'm on my third beer and being to feel really tipsy. I'm not drunk yet but one more beer and I'll be there.

"You want to do something fun?" He smirks.

"Mm sure, like what?" I ask kind of nervous.

"I got this new camera and I've been dying to test it out. You wanna be my model." I sigh in relief that it wasn't anything sexual.

"Okay, why not?" He grabs his camera and takes a few pictures of me while I pose.

"You look great, but I think these could be sexier? Take your dress off for me?" He smiles and I didn't think it was a good idea but the liquor in my system disagreed. I take off my dress leaving me in my lace bra and thong

"No one is going to see these right?"

"No of course not."

"Promise?" I ask for reassurance.

"Promise," He says and I hope I can trust him. He takes more and after a few minutes, he puts his camera away while I put my dress back on.

"You're gorgeous babe. Such a shame no one else knows but me," He grins. I smile at his compliment feeling like I finally won him over and hopefully will gain my status. He walks me home since I don't live far from him and I go straight to bed.

a few days later...

I wake up and check my Twitter. I see my notifications are through the roof. There are multiple people mentioning me and calling me a slut. What is going on? I look more into it and I'm paralyzed when I see the pictures of me in my underwear. He told me that he wouldn't share them with anyone let alone the whole world. I fall down to the ground and cry because I feel completely stupid for trusting him and for letting him manipulate me like that. This is what I get for wanting to be popular. I weep for hours and don't move from my spot on the ground. My parents left for work before I woke up so they won't know I didn't go to school today until they come home. I couldn't attend school after this, I can't even imagine what they'll say to my face considering nothing positive has been said so far. I finally cry myself out and go back to bed. The next day, I tell my mother I'm sick so I don't have to attend school again, I want to avoid this for as long as I can.

Sadly the third day, she made me go because she didn't want me to have too many absences. I reported the pictures when I first saw them but it doesn't matter because so many saw them probably even saved them. This can't simply be erased from everyone's mind. I sigh, pulling on a black hoodie and leggings not really in the mood to doll up. I want to try to stay under the radar. I get to school early so I can get to class without really anyone noticing me since a lot of people like to talk in the mornings. A few people give me looks and point at me while the gossip but I try my best to ignore them. I'm the first one in my health class and I sit in the back since we don't have assigned seats. A few minutes later I noticed a tall guy, Shawn sit next to me. He doesn't give me any dirty looks or teases me like some people were in the hallways.

"Hey, you're Y/N right?" He smiles and I nod. "I'm Shawn." I give him a quiet hey back. Does he know about the pictures and is being nice out of pity or does he genuinely not know. I mean he has to right? Practically the whole school does and if they don't it's still spreading.

The class fills up and I can feel people give quick looks back at me while the teacher spoke. I almost wanted to yell "stop staring at me" but that would only draw more attention to me. After 3 more classes, it was lunch and I decided to eat near the parking lot to avoid the constant bullying. I eat my sandwich and I didn't even notice I was crying until he pointed it out.

"Why are you crying beautiful?" He says sitting next to me and wipes my tear.

"People keep calling me things I'm not because of one stupid mistake," I sniff.

"What Jackson did was wrong. He told me and some of the guys that after you drank a little you went crazy and wanted to take some nudes with his professional camera. I knew it was absolute bullshit. You were drunk and he manipulated you. I'm sorry about that."

"Why are you apologizing, he's the dick. I just wish I never talked to him in the first place," I sighed.

"Why were you hanging out with me anyways, a beautiful girl like you should waste your time with assholes like him."

"I wanted to gain some popularity but that seems so stupid now that I think about it."

"It is stupid you don't need to get guys like his attention to be popular. A girl like you can be a star in a dump like this if you just be yourself."

"Easy for you to say 'captain of soccer team and star of the school choir'. I'm just average and wanted to be noticed for once," I tell him.

"Well, I noticed you even before all this went down. Just too scared to talk to you."

"What? Why?" I say shocked.

"Because a pretty girl like you makes me nervous." I was about to say something but the bell rings meaning lunch has ended. "Anyways I just wanted to say, don't let these idiots get to you, they can't see the amazing person you are. They only wish to look as great as you do with just a hoodie and no makeup," He says with a grin before getting up. Why haven't I talked to this amazing and extremely handsome guy before? Shawn was about to walk away but I stop him.

"Uh, Shawn?" I call him and he turns around.

"Hm?"

"Thank you," I say and smile for the first time in days.

"No problem beautiful, see ya later," he winks before going back inside.

I feel much better now knowing I still had one friend in this school.

#shawn mendes #imagine #one shot #fluff #smut #sadgirl

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pbandjesse · 6 years

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Im having a sleepy day. But i have the heat on and im on my flannel pjs and im drinking a milkshake out of my cactus cup and things are good.

Since it was the day after an overnight it's a 10 hour work day and a day off all in one. So tha2gs pretty nice. And i did sleep okay last night. I was just really tired so that helped. I stayed up and talked to Jordan for a bit but it was raining and cold and i was looking forwaed to getting some rest.

I keep losing my new chapstick. Last night somehow misplaced it and I spent almost a half an hour looking for it. I got in change so I thought maybe I dropped it there. I was in and out of the ship and Museum and I was everywhere. I couldn't find it. I eventually found it in the goat Locker where the lost and found is. Because I taken a hoodie that was in there. And then the box of Lost and Found stuff fell on top of me so it must have knocked my Chapstick under the ground at some point while I was in there cleaning it up. I was just glad to find it again.

It was a very cold last night. I was okay and my sleeping bag and extra flannelly blanket. But I still got woken up a few times because I was Tangled or my sock fell off. When I woke up at 2 a.m. to use the bathroom somebody's phone was going off and just making all this noise. So I had to go and find the person. And I ended up just pulling their phone out of their sweatshirt pocket that was hanging up on the wall and turning the phone off. And then at some point there was a big crash. It sounds like it came from above us and no one came down to see what was going on or tell us something that happened so Jordan.

I felt okay in the morning when my alarm went off. I went and got washed and fix myself up. I mostly just court all the clothes I brought so still very cold. And then I went to make the breakfast and Jordan went to wake everybody up. It was an okay morning. Cold still. Not as rainy. I did the gun drill and had the kids run the actual program themselves. Calling the commands and stuff. It's a one little girl was so small and have the softest voice. It was a very funny seeing her do all the commands. But she did a really good job. We're under the gun drilled 5 or 6 times and they got really fast by then. It was fun watching them do it. The mom was dropped one of the employment in the harbor but she didn't so it was all good.

Jordan to the firing. We had a misfire for the first one again probably just because of water in the barrel. And then I finish cleaning up. And everybody went home. Me and Jordan were there until about 9:30 finishing paperwork and helping Frank clean. It was a fine day. I somehow lost my Chapstick again. But I didn't end up finding it was all the way down on the ship. While I was walking around the ship I was looking for trash and just making sure everything was away and I was in the hold and I notice that there is a big piece of wood on the ribs. That I don't remember being there. I'm staring at it for a while and I'm like could that be what made the sound last night? And I just couldn't figure out if I remember it being there. But I decided I would just let Jordan know.

I go upstairs and I tell Jordan hey like I don't know did you hear that bang and he thought maybe it was the sign that's on the top deck which sometimes does get knocked over which make the sound. But he said he would go look. He was like that was not there. So I went down and take pictures of it which is what you see above. And we sent them to Amy and to the site manager and they were like well that's not good so yeah a big piece of consolation fell down last night. No idea what they'll do about that.

We headed back over to take me to drop everything off. During help me finish my quiz that I had to fix. And then I bite home. I looked crazy because I had my blanket wrapped around me. Because my jacket wasn't warm enough to keep the rain out. But I got home and I wasn't too Frozen or wet. I got a shower and I made an egg sandwich. And I got into bed. James had gone to go get his bike fixed but he was going to come see me right afterwards. And he got here around noon.

I have been home for over an hour at that point but I just wasn't able to fall asleep. I think because I knew he was coming and my brain was just like got to stay awake. Can't waste the day. Because I knew he had to go to an overnight at 4. So we weren't getting a lot of time today and tomorrow is going to be very similar. But he came and we laid in bed and talked. It was really nice to see him. I had a weird moment where I was so delirious and he didn't look like himself for a second. And it kind of threw me off. But it was really nice being with him. And eventually I was able to fall asleep.

We got out of bed around 2 and went to work at my studio. It's easier to keep that room warm in the daytime when I need to be doing work rather than sit in the living room. My bedroom is okay to heat but the living room is a little hard with having the big hole in the ground to leading to the basement. So we work down there and I work on necklaces while he took photographs of pieces that are going up on the app see. I worked on the fantasy hockey boys drawing. He helped me figure out which ones I needed to change. And it was fun looking at the actual photos with him compared to my interpretations. I got a big kick out of that. He says he's going to share it with the guys he's playing the league with. So I'm excited to hear that feedback as well. It's such a silly little project but I'm really enjoying doing it. I like thinking my pencil drawings. But I don't usually have much inspiration for drawing so having a solid project was nice.

James left here around 3 so he can get something to eat and I haven't up ordering take-out that I regretted. I mean it was fine I just don't really want to eat as much fried food as I have been. So I'm going to make an effort to not eat out as much this week or at least not fried things. Like soup and stuff will be okay, salads. But the last two things I've gotten eating out I felt bad about. I did get a big enough Pizza that I can have two more meals out of it so I don't feel as bad about how much it cost but I still am trying to not eat as much greasy food. Because she's making me feel bad. I'm going to go to the grocery store in the morning and get eggs and cheese. I'll probably try to get some like quick races as well and maybe some soup so I won't have to buy things outside of my apartment.

I spent basically the rest of the night in my studio. I worked on art for a while. And I painted a little. I cuddled with sweet pea a lot and I started reading. It was like the first day since what feels like the spring that I've had the brain power or attention span to actually read. So that was nice. I really hope that I can get that back because while I had a great summer it's been a little hard that I haven't been actually reading. Cuz I love reading. But yeah it was just a nice night and my studio. I came up here about an hour ago and I've been watching videos and I made a milkshake. I think I'm going to do my eyebrows and get ready for bed. Tomorrow I want to wake up early so I can go to the store and then come back here. James is going to come back here after his over night. And if all goes according to plan we're going to carve our pumpkins finally. Because Halloween is in two days 3 days? We really need to get that. It's nice having pumpkins around but I would really like to carve them. But I'm just hoping for a nice day with my favorite boy. And hopefully I won't be cold and I can be comfortable and make fun things and it will be a good day. I hope you all have a good night tonight. Sleep well. Stay warm. Have fun.

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Tick 1-Is it alright to ask for a matchup? I'm a bisexual girl, about 5'8, short smooth brown hair, green/black/yellow/grey eyes (I have long bangs to hide them, don't like comments about them). Very pale. Freckles. Average weight, though I'm extremely selfconsious about my body, so I only wear baggy shirts and hoodies. Random stuff on my legs, bleh. I twitch and scratch/bite myself when I get nervous or deep in thought. I'm very shy and awkward to start off with, apologise a lot, rarely talk.

| Tick 2- I'm diagnosed with social anxiety and paranoid schizophrenia. When you get to know me, I am very obviously a person with a horrible sense of humor. Dark, morbid, sexual jokes. Puns for days. I like anime, horror movies, superheroes and (dank memes) videogames. I'm creative, I draw, sew and play guitar a little bit. I put myself down a lot, even though I know there's no reason to do so. Never really believe in the compliments I get, so I just answer 'okay' awkwardly.|| Tick 3- I'm very lazy, very impatient, very stubborn, extremely curious and very hard to anger. I'm a pretty open minded person. Brutally honest. I've never had a partner, hell, I've never held hands with anyone before, let alone kissed anyone, so I get flustered easily. I love christmas. Just sayin'. Ihavenomannersatall. I'm weird, random, and I have a lot of fears that I won't bother getting into 'cuz there's so many of them and they're all small n' pathetic, so I guess that's it! Thank you X3

Oh, sweetheart! You’re precious! Also, your fears aren’t small and pathetic. Everyone has something they’re afraid of. Don’t take shame in it. All you can do is work to overcome them. I pair you with Underfell Sans!Sans thinks you’re gorgeous. You’re taller than him, but that’s alright. You get to see him frustratedly struggle to reach your face when he gives you a kiss. ;) If you’re laying down together, he’ll often go for your hair. He’ll start braiding it and curling it around his fingers. It’s just so silky, he can’t resist the temptation of touching it. He stares at your eyes when you’re focused on something. He loves them. If you catch him staring, he’ll look surprised, then he’ll smirk and make some pun involving eyes.If he sees you hiding your eyes with your bangs, he’ll move your hair out of your face and tell you to stop doing that. One, because it’s dangerous to not see properly in the Underground. And two, because you’re too beautiful to hide behind your hair.He likes your pale complexion. Being bone, and very close to the color white, it just puts him in awe. Makes him feel “at home” and at the same time, it’s something new. Your skin is soft and it squishes when he pinches it. He thinks that’s amazing. Your freckles only add to his wonder. They’re like little specks of magic darting your body. Sometimes he’ll compare you to the night sky. The only difference being, he likes you a whole lot more. He’s not exactly the most well built skeleton in the Underground. So your weight doesn’t both him in the slightest. He’s actually surprised to find out that you’re self conscious. He didn’t think it was possible for someone so beautiful to doubt their body image. You can expect a lot of compliments while you two are at home. And while he doesn’t verbally give you compliments in public, he does shoot you a look that you’ve come to learn means, “You’re hot, babe.”He’s glad you two share a similar “fashion” sense. Comfy is great. Despite the reason why you wear those clothes, he’ll provide you with more. Mostly because he’s best at shopping for casual clothes. Though, he will encourage you to try on some other clothing types. Like dresses, or suits, or whatever kind of less-casual outfits you’re into. He won’t subject you to it, but he doesn’t consider enlisting the Boss’s help to find you a fancy outfit. He decided against that thought rather quickly, realizing you’d have to deal with someone who doesn’t understand low self esteem. He knows from personal experience that it can be taxing. So he’ll just let you build up confidence at your own speed.The moment he sees you biting yourself he’ll intervene. He doesn’t want you doing that. Nervous habits are fine, and some are cute, but he doesn’t think biting yourself is the best way to relieve anxiety. Even though he does it. So he’ll sit you down with him and make you relax. Then he’ll tease you about biting yourself. Kinda counter productive, but hey, he’s trying.When you apologize to him for no reason, he’s confused at first. Then he tells you to just stop, after you do it again. He says you don’t need to apologize so much. And if you keep doing it, he’ll tell you that it’s annoying and to knock it off. Really though, he just doesn’t want you to feel like you need to be sorry all the time. It kind of makes him sad to think you feel like you’ve done something wrong so often. He apologizes a lot too, so don’t feel too bad. You two can help each other out on this front.Sans has anxiety as well. Not social anxiety, and not paranoid schizophrenia. So he doesn’t understand what you’re going through completely, but he tries to. He’ll do his research and try his best to learn how to care for you and help you. When you start panicking over one of these things, he’ll be at your side immediately. If you’re in public, he shortcuts you both home. He just lets you breathe and cry, and do whatever you need to do in order to feel better. He doesn’t expect you to just get over these things. He knows that’s not how they work. So he’ll just have you stay home for the rest of the day, and the day after he’ll question if you’re okay or still on edge.He absolutely LOVES your sense of humor. It’s perfect for him. His humor is very similar. You two will make the Boss go into several rants about many different things. But hey. All in good fun, right?He likes horror movies, though superheros and video games are something the Boss is more interested in. He’ll probably sit and watch you and his brother go at it in some game, while he munches on a snack.Your creativity blows him away. He makes jokes about it, and sometimes they’re mean, but he’s not trying to hurt you. He just wants you to know that he acknowledges your creative mind. Anything you make, he loves. Drawings, sewing projects, songs... He can listen to you play the guitar for hours. And he’ll probably fall asleep while listening too.He gets frustrated when you don’t seem to take his compliments. He’ll stop giving them for a little bit, feeling discouraged. If you tell him why you don’t accept them very well, he’ll understand and go back to giving you compliments. To both tease you, and because he wants you to learn how to accept them. He’s a hypocrite. He can’t accept compliments either. He hardly ever gets them, so he has no idea what to do when people say something nice to him. So he does get your pain. He just doesn’t realize he gets it.He’s lazy and impatient too! Though he’s probably got you beat on the lazy thing. He’s too lazy to be stubborn. He can get curious too, though if he does, you’ll never find him snooping for information. Not that he doesn’t.... You just don’t find him doing it. If you’re hard to anger, maybe you can calm him down. He’s easily frustrated and can go into an angry fit quite easily. While he’s not as bad as Papyrus, he does have his moments. Your open mindedness will probably do you both well. He’s not close minded, however, he doesn’t often consider other possibilities or scenarios when he’s in a rage. You'll need to do that for him.He’s glad you’re honest. Brutal even. Because he is too-- unless he’s lying. He just thinks it’s easier that you two share this trait so you both can understand and expect similar responses to each other in a situation that needs honesty.He thinks it’s adorable when you get flustered, so he’ll tease you and try to make you get flustered as often as he can. It becomes a game to him. Don’t worry, you’ll get desensitized eventually.He doesn’t really care about holidays. So as long as you’re having fun with Christmas, he’s content. He might get a little annoyed by it all, and his anxiety might start acting up... But he’ll get through it. He likes seeing you happy during the holiday. Even if it means he has to participate.He has no manners either.He’ll probably make fun of all your fears. That’s what he did to Papyrus when they were kids. Papyrus pretty much grew out of all of those fears. Sans wasn’t sure if it had anything to do with him making fun of his brother, or if Papyrus was just awesome enough to overcome them on his own. He likes to think he helped. So even though he makes fun of you, he’ll try to help you get over your fears. He’ll also make sure Papyrus doesn’t get word about them. Because if Papyrus knew, he’d probably lock you in a room filled with what ever it is you’re afraid of until you claimed you weren’t afraid anymore. Sans would rather that not happen. Both for your sanity, and his conscious.Awww! I ship it!

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