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#im going to be a hater for a moment#im sorry.#i have to.#i hate how the eyes look in nimona SO MUCH#its like frozen's eyes but worse.#i didnt even hate the eyes in frozen#they are simply Too Much. i know thats the point. i know its not for me#but i look at nimona and my brain says elsa/anna cousin and its because of those eyes#also the hair maybe? idk#also knight guy deserves long hair. prettyboy rep where
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Steve hadn't meant to evesdrop on eddies new band. Really, he was an innocent party here.
Once things had calmed down in the aftermath of Vecna, Steve and Eddie had scrounged up every penny they could -steve even sold his precious beemer so they could have the extra cash- and got the hell out of dodge. Eddie couldn't stay in a town where everyone still looked at him like he was a murderer and Steve loved Eddie too much to keep him trapped in a town that hated him.
They had settled into chicago nicely, far enough away from the hellmouth that was hawkins, indiana that they werent constantly jumping at the sight of their own shadows, but still close enough they could be back in less than a day if shit started going down again.
The metal scene in chicago was just starting to take off, and Eddie quickly fell in with a local band that was in need of a new lead guitar. Steve had yet to meet any of Eddies new band members, his work and class schedules keeping him entirely too busy and exhausted for socializing. All of which led to this moment, Steve hovering awkwardly at the end of the hallway leading backstage as Eddies new bandmates tore him apart.
"Seriously how'd a guy as hard core as Ed end up with a preppy little asshole like that, i mean did you see what he was wearing?" The drummer scoffed
Self-consciously Steve worried at the hem of his black polo, he had stressed over his outfit all evening before they headed out to the venue. Eddie assured him that he looked great telling him he looked "like a sexy little gothed up jock" in his black polo, his tightest jeans and just the barest hint of eyeliner and mascara to make his eyes pop
"I know it must have been slim pickings back in butt fuck nowhere but Ed's got options now. Sure, the guy has a nice ass, but Ed could pull someone who's not gonna ruin our cred by dating a guy who looks like a narc" the bassist added on meanly.
Swallowing past the lump in his throat Steve turned to head back to the bar when Eddies voice stopped him in his tracks.
"People who disrespect my boyfriend dont get to talk about his ass" came Eddies sharp reply "Steve is more metal than all of you dumb fucks combined, and he's the inspiration behind all of the lyrics that are making us so big in the scene right now. If you cant fucking respect my boyfriend, you sure as hell dont deserve to get famous off the songs i wrote about him so im fucking out and im taking my songs with me."
"Ed you cant be fucking serious" the drummer started
"No, fuck you guys! You act all high and mighty but your just as fuckin shallow and small minded as the dumb hicks Steve and I left Indiana to get away from. Good luck finding someone to replace me and my songs before the fest next month" Eddie spat, his footsteps thundering against the concrete floor and around the corner into the hallway, coming up short as soon as he spotted Steve frozen in the hallway shocked at Eddies fierce defence of him.
"Oh sweetheart" Eddie crooned bringing a hand up to cup the side of Steves face his thumb gently swiping away the tears Steve hadnt even realized had begun to fall "I'm sorry you had to hear that baby. Lets go home" Eddie took his hand back from Steves face, wrapping it around his waist and tucking Steve firmly against his side ushering a still dazed Steve down the hall, out of the bar and into the cool night air
"Your didnt have to do that Eds" Steve said quietly, reluctantly pulling away from Eddie now that they were out in the open where anybody could see.
"Of course i did baby. You're the love of my life. You matter more to me than anything else in this world. More than my guitar and metal and dnd. And certainly more than some mouth breathers who wouldnt know what metal is if it got up on stage and took a bite out of a demon bat" Eddie replied with a grin and a wink swooping down to press a quick peck against Steves mouth as he stood in the middle of the sidewalk frozen in shock at Eddies declaration
"Im more important to you than music and dnd?" Steve asked in a quiet awed voice, his heart beating rapidly as if it was trying to physically escape his chest and burrow itself into the flesh of Eddies own ribcage.
"Sure are sweetheart, now why dont you get that sexy ass of yours moving so we can get home and I can show you just how much I mean it" Eddie replied, his voice lowering into a deep gravel that drove Steve crazy, hands reaching out to pull Steve forward a few steps urging him in the directon of the van parked furthur down the street.
Steve stumbled after Eddie, letting the other man lead him, his brain still not fully back online after Eddies bold decleration of love.
Steve didn't believe in any god, but he found himself thanking every god he could think of for bringing Eddie Munson into his life.
#im sleep deprived and idk where this came from but here you go#anyways they definitely went home and fucked real nasty#and then Eddie went on to make a new better band and they all became best friends with Steve and then they got a record deal#and eddies old band could suck it#okay thats enough internet for me its time for bedtimes#steddie#steve harrington x eddie munson#steve x eddie
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[DAY 1] masterlist ᡣ𐭩 !
— " one casually sitting on the others lap, and the other freak outs " ; childhood besties to lovers ft. riize
♡list : @lecheugo , @imthisclosetokms , @rizzkisworld , @hyvelxve , @starryriize
"What are you going to get?"
"Me? I'm gonna get the hotdogs."
The doors swing open as the group of teenagers walk through, some of their arms wrapped around the other as they stand at the entrance of the small restaurant. Shotaro decided to invite you with his group of friends since yours were nowhere to be found, a small smile on his lips as he pats your head to get your attention.
"Hm?" You turn around from your short conversation with eunseok, watching as the smile on shotaros lips increases. "What do you want? I'll order for you." He glances up at you as he fishes his wallet from his pocket, waiting for your response. "Oh uh.." you look at the menu that was hanged proudly on the wall. "The cheese burger.. with bacon.. an-"
"A blue raspberry slushie?" Shotaro finishes your sentence, finally finding his wallet. "How did you know?!"
"We've known each other since forever!" He exclaims, a loud chuckle leaving his lips. "Plus you always order the same thing," he adds, "so of cource i know!"
"Yeah, yeah." You roll your eyes at his playfulness, waving your hand. "I'm gonna go use the bathroom." You excuse yourself from his group of friends, finding the restrooms at the back of the restaurant.
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You finally return after a couple of minutes, wiping your now wet hands against the material of your jeans. The boys werent hard to find, the loud voices being able to hear from across the restaurant, sitting in a red booth with a circle of a table in the center, along with whatever snacks they might have ordered already.
"Hey! I got your drink!" Shotaro says as soon as your eyes meet, waving the frozen good in the air. "Thanks," you smile, ringing out your hands one final time for any extra wetness. "Scoot over," you push his shoulder.
"Oh right," he says, turning around to find that there wasnt any space. "I'll go get a chair-"
"No, its fine." You say, waving off the boys words. "I have a solution."
"Whats that?" The boy looks up at you with full curiously, his brain malfunctioning when you open his arms, sitting yourself comfortably on his lap. "You got something there," you turn around to wipe some crumbs off of the side of his mouth, completely unaware at how red the boy had gotten.
Turning back around to face the other boys, you didnt think much of it, stealing one of shotaros chips as you pop it in your mouth, your back resting against his chest. "What?" You say to the others, watching as anton stiffles a laugh, sungchan shooting you a teasing look.
"What are you.. dating?" He breaks the silence, the boys bursting out of laughter. "Hes so red!!" Sohee points out, wiping some of the tears that was forming around his eye.
"A-am not!" Shotaro tries to defend himself. "Hes even stuttering!!" Wonbin joins in.
"Ya, ya.." seunghan waves his hands, silencing the others who were laughing.
"Thank you seungha-"
"Leave the loverboy alone, let him be whipped in peace." The table erupts into laughter again, shotaros hand smacking seunghan shoulder as his blush increases. "Its not like that!" The boy sighs loudly, shooting you a look.
"What is it, loverboy?" You tease, a smile on your lips. He sighs again, "i hate you. I hate all of you."
#yuvie events!#yuvie valentine's!#riize#riize fanficton#riize fanfic#riize fics#riize fluff#riize fanfiction#riize drabbles#riize imagines#riize shotato x reader#shotaro riize#riize scenarios#riize shotaro#riize soft hours#osaki shotaro#shotaro
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Share your pain II Cha Hyun Su x Reader
Cha Hyun Su x Reader
Summary: Amidst tears and a revelation of homesickness, Hyun Su offers comfort, leading to an unexpected, comforting connection between you two in the post-apocalyptic world.
the first part, kinda ~~~~~ the next part, kinda
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At the quiet corner of the shelter, Hyun Su sat with Pyeon Sang-Wook and Mister An, sharing a meal and exchanging light banter about their scars. While Mister An regaled them with tales of his past, the atmosphere turned somewhat lively until you walked past, a cloud of distress hanging over you. Tears welled in your eyes, making it evident that something heavy weighed on your shoulders. Without the usual exchange of greetings or even a nod in Hyun Su's direction, you hurriedly made your way past them to an empty corner on the first floor.
Concern etched on his face, Hyun Su watched you go, his meal forgotten. Mister An, observing the situation, turned to Hyun Su and said, "Whatever you did wrong, fix it. Apologize. It's easier that way." Hyun Su, genuinely puzzled, mumbled, "I don't even know if I did anything."
Mister An sighed, making himself clear. "Well, figure it out. Your task is to help her this time." Hyun Su hesitated, unsure if intruding on your space was the right course of action. Mister An, not one to tolerate indecision, forced him to "be a man and help his lady."
As Hyun Su got up, a heavy blush on his cheeks, and began searching for you, he tried to think about what he would say. However, all his prepared words vanished when he found you quietly sobbing in one of the mostly unused rooms. Frozen in the doorway, he watched the tears fall, his heart breaking at the sight. You were normally so independent, strong, and reliable; seeing you so small and broken hurt him more than he realized.
Unable to say anything, it was you who broke the silence first. Sniffling and attempting to cover your tears, you mustered the courage to speak, though your voice wavered. "If it's not something important, just leave me alone, please."
Hyun Su, genuine concern etched on his face, took a few careful steps toward you. "Is everything okay? Are you hurt?" he asked, reaching out to comfort you.
Your response was sharp, your emotions spilling over. "Does it look like everything is fine? It's perfect!" The frustration and sadness in your voice struck Hyun Su deeply, and he felt a pang of guilt, realizing that he needed to find a way to make things right, even if he didn't understand what had gone wrong in the first place.
"I'm sorry," were his unsure words, bowing deep and hoping he could fix whatever he did. He knew he shouldn't have relied on you so heavily. You came to his aid every time he needed you. You must hate him for it, you must resent helping him. Those were his thoughts, but as you watched him puzzled and annoyed, he looked at you puzzled as well. Trying to find the right words, he expressed, "I don't know what I did, but I am sorry. I didn't mean to make you cry!"
Instead of accepting his apology, you looked downright angry now. With a growl that made him look between a mix of fear and confusion at you, you said, fighting the tears out of your voice but failing miserably, "It's not you, you dummy! You didn't do anything! I'm… fuck… I just… I miss home."
Angryly, wiping your tears away but failing, Hyun Su relieved he wasn't to reason for your distress asked quietly. „Home?“ Your anger turning into raw saddnes. Your voice a mere whisper „Yes, home“ looking at your knees that you had pressed before you, you took some deep breaths. While Hyun Su took the liberty to come even closer to you. It didnt feel right to stand over you while you cried so he sat himself next to you. Waiting for you to continue. Laying your head on your knees you looked at him debating what to say, you continued, "I am not from Seoul. Hell, I am not even from Korea. I came here to study for a while and then go back to my annoying-as-heck family, telling them about all the amazing food I had, all the friends I made," chuckling entertaining your own thoughts and studing Hyun Su's face, "describing the boy I fell in love with. Something like that. I shouldn't be here all alone, fighting, surviving a human turning into a monster end of the world scenario. I will never see them again." During the end of your speach your voice got softer. Closing your eyes, letting the sadness wash over you.
Hyun Su was at a loss for words. You were right and also so very wrong. He couldn’t entirely empathize with you. He had already lost his family. But was this worse than not knowing if they turned into a monster or if they were still alive. Not sure if this was the right thing to say or do, Hyun Su held his hand out to you. "You are wrong!"
"You think I can make it to the airport, hop into a plane, and get home?" you asked sarcastically, looking at his hand confused.
Hyun Su wiggled his hand, and a blush appeared on his face. He hadn't thought making you grip his hand would be so nerve-racking. It looked easier if you did it. After a moment of hesitation, looking between his hand and his eyes, you let go of your knees and took his hand. Looking straight ahead now because he couldn't look at you anymore out of fear of blushing too much, he quietly said, "That maybe not, but you aren't alone. I am also here."
A sob ran through your body, a whimper escaping you while a new wave of tears shook you. Hyun Su was shocked and started to panic. He wanted to make you feel better, not worse. He jumbled over his words, not knowing now what to say to make you stop crying. But soon your soft whispers reached his ear while you gripped his hand tightly. "Thank you."
Hyun Su sat beside you, still holding your hand, his gaze focused on the floor. The weight of your sorrow hung in the air, and he struggled to find the right words to offer you comfort. As your tears continued to fall, he hesitated, unsure of how to navigate the delicate balance between consoling you and respecting your pain.
Finally, after a moment of silent contemplation, Hyun Su spoke softly, "I may not fully understand what you're going through, but you're not alone in this."
Your grip on his hand tightened, appreciating the sincerity in his voice. The shelter, once filled with the distant sounds of survivors and occasional conversations, now held a quiet intimacy between the two of you. Hyun Su continued, "You're stronger than you think. And even though it might not replace what you've lost, I'm not going anywhere."
The warmth of his words began to thaw the icy grip of sadness that had taken hold of you. You glanced at him, eyes still misty but a glimmer of gratitude shining through. "Thank you, Hyun Su," you whispered, your voice carrying a mix of vulnerability and strength.
He offered a gentle smile, "No need to thank me" Hyun Su's thumb traced soothing circles on the back of your hand, a silent reassurance that he was there for you.
As the quiet moments unfolded, Hyun Su's presence became a source of solace. The weight on your shoulders seemed a bit lighter,as you laid your head on his, knowing that you weren't navigating this challenging journey alone.
After a while, Hyun Su spoke again, "So what Korean food is your favorie till now?"
A soft smile gracing your lips. The two of you sat there, hand in hand, finding solace telling Hyun Su about the nice Tteokbokki shop you had been to. The world outside the shelter may have been fraught with uncertainty, but in that moment, you took refuge in the connection you had forged with Hyun Su.
As time passed, the tears subsided, leaving a sense of calm in their wake. The atmosphere in the room shifted from one of sorrow to one of quiet companionship. Together, you faced the challenges of the post-apocalyptic world, drawing strength from the unexpected bond that had formed in the midst of hardship.
#cha hyun soo#cha hyun su x reader#cha hyunsu#sweet home netflix#sweet home x reader#cha hyun soo x reader#kdrama#song kang#sweet home#sweet home imagines#hyun soo x reader#hyun soo#hyun su#cha hyunsoo#cha hyun su
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Fate (part 5)
Soldier boy x Fem! Reader
Summary: Reader is a scientist who is forced to work at lab that they keep soldier boy frozen, she talks and cries to him when she is alone, thinking he can't hear her but he hears everything.
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it was their first week here, the cheap motel room they booked with her money.
the walls were gray and a bit dirty, there was two beds and a small tv, and microwave. It was maybe one of the worst motel rooms in the city but felt like heaven for her after 2 years spent in lab.
For Ben, well he didn't say much, She realized shortly after coming here. Well there were times, where he speaked and even joked, asking her questions or answering her questions. But it was limited. whenever she asked something about his past, or he remembered something, He would suddenly stop talking and stare at wall without blinking, deep in thought. Afraid of triggering his PTSD, she kept her mouth shut even she wanted to listen and talk to him about it.
He was outside in the first day, coming back with his bag looking heavier at evening, saying he paid a visit to old friend. She didnt asked what was in the bag, thinking he would show it sooner or later.
At night they laid side by side in the beds. Almost 1 meter between them. She would think that he will be vanished in the morning, that he was a dream.
but he was there everytime. Looking at her sometimes. Sometimes asleep. She evem felt him adjulsting her blanket one night, Covering her feet. She felt no fear, which was so weird for her, not being afraid of someone who would explode at any second. And it confused her,
somethings about her confused Soldier Boy too.
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She was applying makeup, a cheap eyeliner and lipstick, that she bought from a store today, after seeing her reflection on the mirror for the first time, she felt a bit self concious around Ben. Her skin were dull from bad diet and lack of sunlight for years. Unlike Ben, who looked perfect even with that hair and beard, or being there for 40 years.
well, he was Soldier Boy after all.
With this thoughts in her mind She applied lipstick on her cheeks too, and liked the effect.
putting down the lipstick, she looked at her hair, It looked lifeless like her skin and grew too long for her taste. She was thinking about cutting it for the last 2 or 3 days.
She decided to do it. picking up the scissor from counter. And started.
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After about half and hour, While she was cleaning the sink Soldier Boy knocked the door firmly.
she opened the door:
"-oh, im sorry do you need to use bathroom?" she said looking at him, he was wearing giants t shirt and sweatpants she bought for him from thriftshop, Homelander drink can in his hand. He looked almost normal,
Instead of answering he looked at her face.
Her hair was shorter now, (He never liked on women, thinking it made them look like man.) Her cheeks and lips pink. Eyes brighter.
But it was okay on her, beautiful even. He found himself thinking this often in last days.
But this wasnt like anything he felt before, and it made him so confused, he had affairs with countless women, they literally threw themselves on him. And he was attracted to them. Loved their curves, long hair And their femininity. The way his heart beated fast when they were close to him.
But she...
she was another story.
He didnt really give shit about anyone before, Never felt bad about things he said or did. But he found himself holding back last days. Whenever he was angry around her,
Because he hated the way she jumped in her chair when he raised his voice, angry at news about attacks on the tv.
He never wanted to see her like this.
He wanted to protect her.
He wanted to be close to her (in a different way).
Hide her in his arms from the world that she was so afraid of.
Lost in his thoughts he didnt realize he was staring at her face, and not answering.
-"Ben? are you alright?"
-"Yes doll, i was wondering what were you doing there hiding?"
-"I wasnt hiding, i was cutting my hair."
-"It looks nice"
-"Thank you." she said. Looking at floor.
the silence was awkward, so she smiled at him and got back the cleaning,
After watching her for a while he asked suddenly;
-"You can cut my hair too?"
He wanted her to cut his hair?!, Her heartbeat quickened.
Hearing it, Soldier Boy smiled softly. She blushed harder when she remembered that he was hearing it.
-"y-yes sure i used to cut my brothers hair all the time. You want me to cut it now?"
-"Yes doll."
-"Okay, you need to sit here." she pointed the old chair.
He walked towards it, her heartbeat was getting quicker.
-"calm down doll im not gonna eat you."
-"s-sorry i just still cant believe you are awake."
-"you sure this is the reason?", he winked.
-"yy-eah."
she picked up the towel from counter quickly, wrapping it around his shoulders.
He took a deep breath, shoulders relaxing, this was one of the weird things about her too, Making him calm whenever she touched him.
When she started to brush his hair with her fingers, He couldnt help the sigh that left his lips, Closing eyes. This felt good.
After few seconds, he tried to stiffen his posture, not letting his guard down, but it was impossible.
-"Where is your brother now?" he asked suddenly, eyes still closed.
-"he is gone." she said. He could see sadness taking over her face even his eyes closed.
well he felt like shit now.
-"back there, i felt this." he said then, trying to change the subject. He needed to wipe that sadness off her face
-"felt what Ben?"
-"Your hands, touching my face"
-"I-it was for checking your body temperature y-you know, i-its the easiest wa.-"
-"sure thing doll" he said, winking again, smiling at her who looked like a tomato.
-"im sorry if it made you uncomfortable Ben,"
-"It, didnt."
it was far from uncomfortable actually, like being touched by an angel, made him feel warm even for a few seconds.
but he didnt tell her that.
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20 mins later their hair was mixed on the floor, dark brown and light brown together.
-"You like it?" she asked, taking off the towel from his shoulders
-"Yes doll," he said patting her head. "You will be the only one to cut my hair from now on" he said, smirking.
She smiled at him, looking at the floor again.
-"O-oh i almost forgot, i bought razors for you, your beard i mean, if you want to shave it of course." She told him as he was about the leave the bathroom
-"how you like it? do you think i should shave it?"
-"y-you look good both ways."
-"you too", he said looking at her hair.
taglist: @deans-spinster-witch@mfnqueen1@ponypickle@butchers-girl@verypostcrown @angelbabyyy99 @6asm0ne @uncle-eggy
notes: Next part too will be about their days in motel (they will get closer!) then we will see butcher and hughie :)
#soldier boy x you#the boys#the boys imagine#jensen ackles imagine#soldier boy x reader#soldier boy#jensen ackles
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Jungkook: Tongue Tied
In which Jungkook starts to get closer to you- and realizes quickly that you don't actually need words to communicate.
Main Tags/Warnings: SFW, Hybrid!BTS x Hybrid!Reader, Wolf!BTS, Dog!Reader, strangers to ???, fluff, some angst, insecurities & very openly emotional reader, Jungkook focus, some manhandling cause it's kook duh, mc is becoming spicy (she growls for example), hybrid problems, Major fluff, some angst
Length: my phone crashed twice
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Jungkook was a bit wary of you in the beginning- but it's gotten better.
He's a strong guy after all, and you're so quiet and delicate and- he's hurt his hyungs on accident before, he really doesn't want to end up hurting you. But now, after you've spent some time with them, he's come to grow more relaxed around you, currently zipping up your coat for you before he smiles. "Alright, you know the drill." He excitedly tells you, and you nod, eyes sparkling.
It's something he's sure he'll get in trouble for, sooner or later.
Jungkook has his own apartment apart from the pack-dorms. He's very much a fixed part of the pack, but he's also terribly introverted- so sometimes, he just wants time for himself, alone, some quiet and calm away from everyone else. And that's where you come in- because he's started to sneak you out to sleep over at his place with him, nights filled with movies and games and delicious food cooked after recipes he's found online. He always makes sure to bring you back early mornings before the caretakers will check up on you- but because they only check once a day (something that's concerning him greatly), he can most of the time just leave you at your apartment for a few hours and pick you up later to spend more time with you.
Right now, he's at his home, relaxing on his couch with you cuddling up to him. Jungkook himself isn't all that touchy, usually- but he really doesn't mind you latching onto him at all.
There's a commercial on the TV about a hybrid's sports event- and you chirp up at that. "Me." You point at a swimming hybrid being celebrated by people. "Me, too." You say.
"You did sports too? Swimming?" Jungkook wonders, and you nod.
"Fun." You tell him, and he chuckles, a hand on your back.
"I bet it was." He nods. "Why'd you stop?" He asks, and you become quiet, before you tap your head.
"Break." You try and explain, pointing to your head. "Head.. break." You say.
"Hmhm, Namjoon mentioned that he wondered if something happened to you. How did your head break?" He asks, and for a moment, you seem to think.
You don't know how to explain it. You lack most of the words to put your memories into vocabulary Jungkook would understand- but then you spot the newspaper near the table, and get up to pick it up.
Jungkook has sat up now, watching as you roll the paper magazine up, sitting on your knees in front of the idol on the couch. Your hands curl his fingers around the roll of newspaper, before you lift his wrist-
Softly making him hit your head with it.
And he understands.
He wishes he didnt- but he does.
You repeat the action again, and again, and again, and he's frozen for a second, horrified from the revelation. "Break." You say. "Make.. stupid." You try and explain, and he can't help but carefully pull his hand out of yours to let the papers fall to the floor, his hands instead pulling you close to his chest where he holds you. His ears are pinned back, tears stinging his eyes.
He hates that he knows exactly what you're trying to tell him.
Namjoon was right all along then- you're probably not a category five, but rather still suffering from the consequences of what your old home had put you through- and somehow, deep down, Jungkook doesn't want to know the full extend. He can't even imagine what must've happened to give you such extensive injuries that you're still struggling to recover to this day. It's not fair. It wouldn't be fair on anyone, but especially on you. You're too sweet to have been put through stuff like this.
And you only prove his point when he feels your hands on his head, carefully petting his ears to calm him down.
"Ears- yoongi. Yoongi happy." You tell Jungkook, who nods with a tight lipped smile. "Jungkook.. like?"
"Hm, I don't.. usually I don't like when people touch them cause they're really sensitive." He says. "But you can pet them all you want. I don't mind." He smiles, and you nod, tail wagging.
"I like." You say, pointing at his lips.
"My lips?" You shake your head. "Oh, you mean smile? You like my smile?"
"I like you'smile." You repeat a bit clumsy. "Jungkook.. happy. I like." You tell him, and he melts at that, pulling you back into his arms.
"I like it when you're happy too."
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There's a big problem, and he doesn't know how to solve it- or more so, if he even wants to solve it.
Jungkook has a crush on you.
I mean, how can he not? He doesn't truly feel bad about it because you're his age- you're not someone who can't understand things or isn't capable of grasping the situation around you. You're not even truly struggling to communicate with him anymore- both of you having developed some sort of own language to make sure the other knows what you're thinking. And you're definitely pretty- not just by looks alone.
He doesn't care you're not the same predator wolf hybrid that he is- you're more than that, more than just your floppy ears and curled fluffy tail.
It's early, and you're a bit grumpy- but you know you can't stay in and risk being caught by a caretaker, so you slowly drag yourself into a sitting position. "Here-" Jungkook walks in, your mouth already open to receive the toothbrush he puts in with a chuckle. "-we can have pancakes for breakfast later, if you want?" He asks, and at that your eyes cracked open, tail wagging. "..I take that as a yes. Now come on, get your butt up!" He teases as you get up to follow him into the bathroom.
He can see himself living like this permanently.
Though of course, things would be easier if he didn't have to drive you back to the company building every morning at the crack of dawn just to keep up the illusion you've been staying at your apartment, but it is what it is at the moment, so he just rolls with it.
Everything goes smoothly again this morning, and while he has to leave you at your place after all because some schedule came up for him, he still doesn't miss picking you up late evening again to bring you with him.
You wonder if he knows that you won't be around forever. It doesn't seem like he does, and if he does, he either doesn't care or doesn't show that it's bothering him. It's hard to tell.
Jungkook is a sweet guy. He's the kind of guy you'd have hoped to meet when you were older back when you were just a pup, but now that you did, you realize how out of reach he really is. Not because of his social stand, but rather because.. well, why would he want to be with someone weird and broken like you? He probably just has some sort of.. Savior complex with you, or his nurturing instincts flare up whenever you're around. It happens a lot to other hybrids after all, this sudden need to take care of you fueled by your struggles day in day out. It's upsetting to you, and its why Namjoon is always such a breath of fresh air; together with Yoongi and Seokjin, they never pity or baby you.
Though you don't mind being babied by Jungkook, you won't lie.
Though right now, in this moment, you're both sitting on the couch with heads bowed and ears drooped in shame while Yoongi and Namjoon shake their heads. "Do you know how much trouble you could get in? Get her in?" Namjoon worries, and at that Jungkook sighs.
"I.. I just never got to spend time with her.." he mumbles quietly, and you instantly look towards him at that, wanting to reassure him, but you've realized too how dangerous what you've been doing has been.
"I know." Yoongi sighs. "But you could've told us about that. We would've helped- Jungkook we're a pack. You can't always do shit like that on your own." He explains, before walking into the bedroom with you to pack your stuff up.
Namjoon simply picks up some crumpled newspaper from the floor before putting it on the table- and at that, Jungkook remembers your conversation yesterday. "Namjoon.." he starts, staring at the paper on the table. "..you were right."
"Right with what?" He asks, sitting down on the couch next to the wolf hybrid.
"Her." Jungkook explains. "She.. yesterday we saw something on TV, and she told me she did sport's swimming at some point." He retells the events. "And so I naturally asked why she stopped. And she.." jungkook moves to grab the newspaper, smooths it out before he rolls it up and hits Namjoons head gently with it. "That. She did that, and told me her head broke from it."
Namjoon runs his hands over his face.
"I suspected something like that." He shakes his head. "I was hoping I was wrong though." The leader says, leaning back.
"Well, at least she's here now." Jungkook nods to himself. "They.. whoever it was, they can't hurt her anymore. And we can make sure she'll be fine from now on."
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When you wake up the next day, it feels off.
Your room is quiet, interior brightly lit by the sun outside shining into your windows. Your roll over underneath the covers to move the clock on your bedside table towards you.
1:43 PM.
That's strange. You're typically woken up by staff at 9 AM, when someone will check on you and bring you breakfast- typically from one of the cafes close by. But today, it seems like they forgot you. Or maybe you just didn't notice?
No. When you walk into the main living area with the kitchenette and small table there, there's no food. Everything's still untouched from last night when Yoongi had brought you back, plastic bag with your stuffed animals you'd left previously at Jungkook's place still hanging on the edge of the chair at the kitchenette. No one's been here since yesterday.
You've really been forgotten.
You stare at the empty table for a moment, before you yawn and stretch your limbs, simply walking closer to take a pastel purple chipmunk plush out of the plastic bag to sit on one of the chairs. Another one, a white rabbit, sits on the opposite chair.
It's not the real thing- but it feels a bit more crowded like this.
You've never had a problem with being alone, which had been something many hybrid-specialists called 'not the norm'- because dog hybrids are typically very social and dependend on people. But it never bothered you, in fact, you feel like it's honestly easiest like this. You can take care of yourself after all, it's not like you're mentally or physically incapable of it. But when you open the fridge, you're reminded why you need the people around you so much.
Apart from a small plastic cup of strawberry flavored yogurt, and two bottles of water, there's nothing in there.
And even after eating the sweet treat, you're left hungry, naturally. You try and pass time by sitting at the table practicing your speech with the stuffed animals you've seated there, before you move to watch some TV. Bit by the time the clock hits 8, you're too hungry to concentrate on any plot you're watching unfold on the large screen in front of you.
So you brush your teeth, wash your face, and go to sleep.
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It's 2:12 PM the next day, and no one's been there yet again.
You're worried now. Have you done something wrong? You like to be alone from time to time, but you also are a dog hybrid down the line. You're starting to feel lonely. Abandoned, even.
You don't have a phone, so you can't contact anybody. And you can't leave on your own, because you don't know the passcode to your own apartment to get back in later. And it wouldn't even do anything either if you knew it- you don't have any money to buy food even if you wanted to.
You drink a bottle of water in hopes of filling your stomach, before you sit in front of the TV again. But your hunger makes it hard to concentrate on anything yet again, as you let yourself fall to your side, frustration making you choke up on tears you don't want to shed. Maybe they'll be here soon. Staff will be here today. They have to.
But no one ever enters your apartment the entire day, not even when the sun sets and dips everything in orange and gold.
Only when it's dark outside does the lock of your apartment chime happily with the correct code input- and you immediately snap upright on your small couch, head looking towards the entrance.
When the person turns on the lights however, it's not staff. It's Jungkook, who seems a little confused for a second, before he brightens up. "Hey pup-oof!" He exclaims surprised when you race into his chest, holding onto him with your tail wildly wagging. He laughs at first, holding you close before closing the door behind him- until he notices you shaking. "Puppy? Baby, hey-" he says, concerned, moving you a bit away from him. "Hey what's wrong? What happened?" He asks, and you sniffle.
"Nothin'." You shake your head, not wanting to get the staff in trouble in case it wasn't their fault. "Jus.. happy." You say, and Jungkook nods- though he's wary. Your loudly complaining stomach makes him laugh, before he suddenly seems to turn serious.
You're still in your pajamas, and they smell like you've worn them for a while, not just for a night.
With a suddenly serious face, he walks closer to the kitchenette, opening the fridge, before he looks in the other- mostly empty- cabinets. "When.. was the last time someone checked up on you?" Jungkook worries, and you don't give him an answer, though your nervous face gives him all he needs to know. "How long?"
"Uhm.." you start, looking around as if to search for the word. "Two?" You say, hoping he understands. "Yes'day. No.. day- before yes'eday." You tell him. "But! Yo- uh.. snack!" You point to the fridge. "Me! I.. have snack, yes'day." You tell him, but it doesn't seem to really make him feel any better.
Jungkook instead takes out his phone, sending a few text messages to the boys back at the dorms about the situation, before he walks closer to you. "Go pack some clothes, okay? You'll stay with me for a bit."
"But, no?" You point towards him.
"Hm yeah I know they said you can't, but this isn't up to them anymore." He shakes his head, and so you go to pack up just like he'd asked you to. He knew something was already up the last day he'd picked you up- he doesn't want to know how often this already happened before.
And this time, he won't back down and do what the company wants him to.
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While the hole incident with the missing staff is being investigated, the company basically gave him the okay to take care of you at his own apartment for the time being. And he absolutely loves it.
It's refreshing to him how he can be who he is without having to fear any kind of negative reaction from it. At this point, he's become so used to hiding his hybrid behavior that it was almost a bit awkward to see you express it so openly. And maybe that was what was freaking him out a little about you at first. Made him wary of you, so to speak.
But right now, all that is thrown out the window as he playfights with you over the blanket you'd stolen from his bed.
It's not like he doesn't want you to have it- you can have anything you want if you asked, but you has just taken it without his permission. And considering he's still a wolf hybrid at the end of the day, a type of predator hybrid that is a bit different in how they experience their own instincts, he's not having it. He considers you part of his pack after all-
And a pack needs order, and order comes from rules being followed.
You're still holding onto it even when he pulls you over his floor a bit- something that makes your tail wag as you realize his strength over you. But you also growl at him from your spot down on the ground, something that sets him off. No matter how cute you are, no matter how much he likes you, he won't let you play around with him like that. So he pulls you up at the edge of the blanket you're still holding onto, arms high above your head letting go of the fabric in shock of the way he holds onto your wrists now. Your tail at this point has stopped wagging, slowly lowering down- but you're not yet backing down.
He's not doing anything, simply looking at you, jaw clenched for a moment as he waits for you to finally submit- and it doesn't happen instantly, though it starts when you suddenly can't seem to look at him any longer. "No, attention back here, pup." He demands, making you whine as your tail finally tucks between your legs, body loosing all tension as you back down. "That's it." Jungkook chuckles, letting go of your hands- though you immediately hug him, something he's expected to happen.
It's been a while since he's witnessed hybrid behavior so openly like right now, even though he's a member of a pack filled with full blooded wolf hybrids. Maybe that's what's causing all those issues? The fact that they're playing humans, when they're clearly not?
He himself, right now, has never felt so comfortable. Or at least hasn't in years.
He chuckles as you rub your cheek against his sweater, something you've done yesterday as well when he'd brought you over to his place. You're scenting him, and he knows you're stealing his blanket and pillows and clothes because you want to match up with him. You want to make sure you smell like him, so that the pack will recognize you as a member. It's something he's sure the other members don't actually truly think about anymore- but to you, it's important. To you, it's part of your life as a hybrid.
And maybe that's your way of helping them. By teaching them how to be themselves again.
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When he brings you over to dance practice the next day, the members seem a bit unsure for a moment.
It's not until Jungkook himself realizes that, while he's spent a few days with you now and has probably developed back into a more proper wolf hybrid, the rest of the band isn't used to that anymore. But maybe this is a good chance to show them what they're currently missing.
"Yah Jungkook, be careful with her, yeah?" Jin calls out, sighing when Jungkook does absolutely not listen to him- though his ears clearly show that he's heard him. He still pulls you back by your ankle when you try and slip from his arms on the floor, your laughter however clearly showing that you're aware he's not actually any threat despite his manhandling of you. "What's with him today?" Seokjin sighs, looking at Yoongi in the corner on his phone.
"What do you mean?" the rapper asks, glancing up to watch the scene between you and Jungkook. "He's playing with her." He shrugs, making the singer look back at you both to watch some more.
Taehyung walks in as well, equally as interested in the way the youngest of the group chases after you, who playfully growls at him while you hold onto his bottle of water. To any human staff present, it makes no sense why you would steal a bottle, and why Jungkook would be so interested in getting it back- but to the band members, it finally clicks.
"She smells like him too." Seokjin mentions absentmindedly, as if he's just realizing it. It's clear now that he's simply forgotten what you're both doing. "I haven't seen him laugh like this since he was a trainee."
"Yeah." Taehyung agrees quietly from the side, feeling almost a sense of longing at the way you both seem so carefree, while everyone else seems exhausted already. It feels odd to him, as if they're not a part of it anymore- like they're not a pack at all, but Jungkook and you are. And to him, it's even weirder that he doesn't know what to do to join in. But he should, right? He's a wolf hybrid too. So why does he feel so helpless?
Suddenly, you almost bump into him- looking at him for a moment, unsure what to do it seems. He smiles, and you smile back, tail wagging. "You're playing with Jungkook?" He asks, and you nod, when the singer in question walks up to the both of you, petting your head as he walks past. "I heard you're sleeping at his place right now." He tells you, and you nod.
"She steals the blankets at night!" Jungkook chimes up playfully scolding you. "Don't let yourselves be fooled, she's an absolute brat!" He laughs, making everyone chuckle at the scandalized expression on your face.
"Not!" You bark at him, and at that Taehyung can't help but laugh.
"I'd disagree too." He hums, pulling you closer to him, hand on your shoulder almost protectively. "She's an angel, aren't you?" He asks you, and you nod with an innocent expression.
"Lies, I did not give her my shirt for an example!" Jungkook laughs, and you hug Taehyung at that, though you turn your head to talk to him.
"But!" You defend yourself, thinking how to say it. "Pack! Me- pack." You huff, and while Jungkook chuckles and agrees, everyone else suddenly realizes what you've just said.
You're part of the pack. Sure, yeah, they've kind of said it before as well, and yeah of course they say it here and there as if it's nothing. But the way you say it, right now, kind of sparks something entirely different in everyone- and it's clear that everyone thinks the same way, as they share glances. They're all a pack-
but why doesn't it feel that way, right now in this moment? In fact, why hasn't it felt like that in forever?
It's like a sudden wave of realization hits everyone, and Taehyung in his position with you so close can't help but feel the sudden urge to scent you as well. He himself doesn't even smell like pack anymore. No one does, in fact. Why not?
"What if we.. asked again to have her stay at the dorms with us?" Namjoon wonders suddenly. "It's clear that staff has failed to properly look after her, and with us, she'll always have someone to watch over her." He asks, and everyone nods after a moment or two, agreeing.
"And whenever we have practice, she comes along anyways." Yoongi nods from the side. "Army already knows her. Accepts her." He reminds everyone, and you look around in excitement.
And clearly, your look of pure happiness is enough to convince everyone.
Now they only need to convince management.
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#bts imagine#bts fanfic#bts fic#jungkook imagine#jeon jungkook x reader#jeon jungkook imagine#hybrid reader#hybrid imagine#hybrid au#wolf bts
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“ℝ𝕖𝕔𝕖𝕚𝕧𝕚𝕟𝕘”
𝚉𝚘𝚛𝚘 𝚡 𝙵𝚎𝚖!𝚁𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚎𝚛
Black Fem Reader
Zoro Giving Body Worship Here
CW: Soft! Zoro, Zoro is a bit resistant, Sensual Massage Kissing, Oral, Praise, Talks of Zoro having an Insecurity
It’s not that he hates you. It’s not that he hates the attention, it’s just
When it’s Zoro’s turn to recieve the love you want to give back he isn’t sure if he should accept it.
“You don’t have—-“
“I want to…”
It’s so late in the night, his body is tired and slightly sore and all he requested was to call it in early with you to hold him, but you noticed how weak he was so you did get a little beside yourself to use it to your advantage
“Just relax please.”
Like the good boy he is he allows you, but still has his doubts.
You love his body and the scars that come with it. The love can get overwhelming to him sometimes so dont hold it against him when he retracts back to your touch.
You sit on his pelvis, both of you in the nude, you can feel his heartbeat go faster as you touch his chest, you smirk.
“I love you, Zo…”
You say it so often to him, yet he still flinches, wanting to tell you it back so badly, but he feels frozen. You know, you understand the dilemma and that’s why you peck his lips to confirm with him.
“You’re so loved…” Your hands massages his neck and his chest, you looked like an Angel. He wasn’t a religious man by any means, but he would become a believer if it meant you were the closest thing to Heaven. “And I know you know that, but it’s still nice to tell you.”
“Y/n….”
His tanned skin against your finger tips, glistening under the lamp from the oil you rubbed against him, you couldn’t help but to turn this massage naughty.
Which he knew from the way you suggested to do a simple activity naked, so he allowed it.
His hands firmly on the fat of your hips as you indulge yourself in kissing his neck, leaving pretty marks on him, surely he won’t mind. You pepper his pretty chiseled face, small huffs of laughter break from his nose feeling a little tickle from your feathered kisses.
“I love your body, Zo….so perfect.” You hold up his face for him to look at you, his cheeks as red as can be grows even redder when you softly kiss his eye scar, then down to his cheeks, back to his lips.
Zoro didn’t get choked up easily, but if he could think of a time he almost broke it would be now. His eyes slowly closing, basking in your touches and kisses, it was something he felt like he didnt deserve but loved to know he could get.
“Even with these scars I still find you so attractive.” You grab his much larger calloused hand, kissing his knuckles while staring at his low gaze before resting it on your breast. "I love every inch of you."
He smirks, caressing it giving it a light squeeze.
He knew he was an attractive man, but that didn’t stop him from feeling a bit less than worthy of being praised this much because of how he took care of himself. He didn’t mind getting dirty, getting scratches and marks. You were the opposite too, remembering how you had a meltdown just from a small bruise on your knee, which is why always treated you like glass.
“Y/N you—“
“Sh shs shhhh. This is about you.” You push him back down seeing that he was objecting to you grabbing his shaft giving it slow strokes, his spine arched a bit, feeling him grow harder in your hand you kiss his leaking tip, before taking him all in as much as you could while fondling his balls a little which always made him breathe out your name so deliciously.
Small whimpers of your name fall through Zoro's lips, cursing in his native tongue as you picked up the pace, the bitter taste of his skin and oil you still hum in delight for being able to be blessed to make a man such as him feel good.
Zoro groans in pleasure, his legs moving up and down the sheets anticipating of his first orgasm of the night, you of course don't mind, swallowing the cum that pour out and onto your tongue he reaches his hand out to you, having a sudden craving to kiss your lips again.
His strong arms holding you close you moan onto his mouth, grinding against him, there wasn't a blemish on his body you left unkissed and appreciated and your big swordsman didn't know how else to thank you.
Breaking the kiss, he holding your waist and hand and guides you down onto his tip, whimpering his name loudly it echoes in your shared room, feeling every inch slide inside you.
You try to let go of his hand, but he doesn't looking up at your beautiful brown body he kisses your tummy before allowing you to move.
It was a long yet passionate night for you both rustling against the sticky sheets. Moaning, crying, and screaming his name until the sun rose. Zoro didn't even mind you taking charge that night. It wasn't a common practice with you both but in due time he has learned that it's okay to accept the love you have for him.
#one piece#TimikosZoro#black reader#one piece headcanons#one piece x female reader#zoro smut#zoro#pirate hunter zoro#zoro x you#zoro x female reader#zoro x black reader#one piece x black!reader
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omg would you pretty please do cause for concern with steve harrington? <333
A/N: plssss tell me if you want a part 2 bc this was kinda rushed since i didnt post anything in a few days. id be super willing to write it!
you trudge through the growing coat of snow on the curb and clocked into your job with a sigh. of course robin called in sick today, your only saving grace against the thorn in your side with the thickest hair you’ve ever seen.
“afternoon, sunshine.” steve says flatly, not looking up from his stack of tapes to stock.
you grunt in response, in no mood to deal with his condescending tone today. he lets out a laugh, shaking his head. you turn to him. “what do you want?”
“pleasant conversation, i guess.” he said incredulously. a smirk was biting at his lips. “my bad, i forgot you were raised by wolves.”
you scoffed. “i wish i could forget how grating your voice sounds to me, but unfortunately, you can not go a second without babbling.” you retort in a flat tone, trying to distract yourself with busy work. that was a lie. if there was one thing that could ever make you fold for him, it was that stupid fucking voice. when he calls you sunshine, princess, sweetheart, albeit condescending- it makes you feel fucking crazy.
he simply shrugs, so airily, so nonchalant, as if nothing ever bothers him. “you can’t go a second without arguing with me, so you seem to like my babbling.”
you roll your eyes and turn to him, only to see the blinding fluorescent lights above you flickering. your eyes darted to the windows, the sky dimming completely with a blizzard falling beneath the dark clouds. steve goes to move his car, and he can’t even do that.
the door is frozen shut.
he laughed in disbelief, running his hand through his thick hair. “you’ve gotta be fuckin’ kidding me.”
“did you fucking jam the door?” you asked in frustration, not managing to catch everything that happened.
“no, i didn’t!” he pointed with his palm toward the storm outside. he walks closer to you. “why do you blame me for everything?”
“because you usually fuck up everything.” you answer easily, taking a step toward him.
“i fuck up everything, huh?” he raises his eyebrows and raises his chin with a laugh. he looks back down at you. “at least i don’t make everything worse than my goddamn attitude.”
“attitude?” you looked up at him. “you’re the one with the goddamn attitude.”
“am i?” he took a step closer. you can almost feel his breath on your cheeks. he lowers his voice to a whisper. “tell me, why are you so bothered by me?”
“do you ever shut the fuck up?” you growled in frustration, because fuck, he’s onto you.
he chuckled. “make me, sunshine.”
you grabbed the lapels of the stupid work vest you’re both forced to wear and pulled him down to your lips.
“knew you liked the sound of my voice.” he rasped between kisses, grabbing your hips and sitting you up on the counter. “it’s why you kept entertaining me.”
you pulls away, tugging at his hair a little. he makes a noise you can only describe as a whine, and you have to bite back a triumphant grin. “fuck you.” you breathe before going begrudgingly back under his spell.
he chuckles. “oh, are you begging for it?” he remains eye contact with you as he unbuttons your jeans, dipping his fingers into your underwear. you gasp at his cold fingers and arch your back into him. “i still hate you.” you breathe, desperately.
bullshit.
“oh, that’s too bad.” he scoffs a laugh and takes his fingers out, emphasizing how wet you are by spreading them apart, it dripping down his hand. he leans in, talking in that condescending tone he knows you like now. “your little pussy doesn’t seem to.”
#my writing#steve harrington x reader#himbo bf#steve harrington smut#steve harrington imagine#steve harrington drabble#notsfw
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valentine's day
(chris sturniolo x reader)
idk.. i got bored of the whole story line and gave up 1/4 of the way done… like I DIDNT EVEN BARELY START..
it’s really short and i hate it
✨jumping off a bridge 😍✨
"happy valentines day love" is all I hear when I wake up. I turn to look at my door and see chris standing there with a wide, tight-lipped smile.
I return the smile as I sit up in my bed. he runs over and launches himself into your arms. we lay here in a comfortable silence, just wrapped in each other's arms. " come on I have something to show you" he says pulling me up.
"okay now.... open" when I open my eyes I see flowers, balloons, and many little gifts sitting around. I'm frozen in shock, and don't know how to react.
"chris... this is amazing" I say as I look over at him. he just looks at me with the same smile he's had since I woke up. I run over to him and wrap my arms tightly around his neck. " thank you chris, I love it" I say, pulling back to look at him.
"your welcome baby, wanted to make our first official valentines day amazing" I give him a peck on the lips and run excitedly back over to all the stuff to take a bigger look at it.
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"pancakes or waffles?".... "pancakes". as I'm making the pancakes, chris is getting out all the fruits to put on top. finishing up the cooking i place two plate with a couple pancakes on the counter. as im trying to neatly sprinkle powdered sugar on top of my pancakes, chris "accidentally" bumps my hand which makes it spill everywhere. "chris!" "whoops" he says with a smirk.
one thing led to another and now we are sitting on the floor, giggling like little kids with flower, powdered sugar, and fruit covering the whole kitchen. i hear the front door being unlocked, i cover my mouth and get prepared for whats about to happen.
" were here.. what the-" is all that comes out of nicks mouth as he scans the kitchen. he shoots his head to us as we slowly rise up off the floor. "there ain't no way.." matt says holding back his laughter, knowing if it came out then nick would kill him in his sleep. " you do know we have a party HERE... in like 30 MINUTES.."... me and chris look at eachother, now holding back our laughter.
after about 10 minutes of nick yelling at us while we cleaned up, then another 15 minutes of chris and nick arguing while me and matt tried to put up decorations, the place was complete.
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as the night came to an end. it was back down to the four of us. we sat down, taco bell and popcorn surrounded us as we all sat there watching all the spidermans, really just talking over it.
even though our valentines day didnt consist of just me and chris doing actual couple things, dating a triplet comes as a "you want one, you get them all" deal.
but they are my favorite people.
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i hate this and i’m tired. goodbye
-sturnispost
#sturnispost#chris sturniolo#christopher sturniolo#matt sturniolo#nick sturniolo#nicolas sturniolo#sturniolo edit#sturniolo triplets#chris sturniolo x reader#chris sturniolo x you#sturniolo#sturniolo smut#matthew sturniolo#sturniolo fanfic#sturniolo x reader
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Volleyball>> hockey
Warning: minor cussing
Notes: this is just an introduction to Randi and Ally really. I wanted to post this sooner but I also wanted to finish a few parts because I want to make this a series :)
Best friends brother masterlist
@/ Ally_hughes
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Caption- volleyball>>hockey
Tagged- @/Randi.Kingston
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@/Randi.Kingston- you fr exposed me in that last photo
@/ally_hughes- it’s my job as your best friend to keep you humble.
@/Randi.Kingston-well then consider yourself unemployed 🖕
@/markestapa- ooo the girls are fighting
@/_quinnhughes-I hate to be the one to break it to you but everyone in your family plays hockey.
@/ally_hughes- That’s why I’m the best Hughes around💪
@/Jackhughes- The only reason you started playing volleyball is you can’t skate to save your life.
@/ally_hughes- nah I’m built different
@/trevorzegras- 🏒🏒🏒
@/colecaufield-🏒🏒🏒
@/_alexturcotte-🏒🏒🏒
@/edwards.73- 🏒🏒🏒
@/jaime.drysdale-🏒🏒🏒
@/lhughes_06-🏒🏒🏒
@/randikingston- 🏐🏐🏐
@/lhughes_06- I meant to say 🏐🏐🏐
@/umichfan1- Luke changing his answer to match Randi. He’s so in love.
@/devsfan3-Girl you are reaching so hard.
@/umichgirl6-no I think she’s on to something here
@/randi.kingston
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Caption- a bad bitch and baddie friend
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@/ally_hughes- damn we are so hot
@/edwards.43- damn you are so hot
@/lhughes_06- tf u just say?
@/randi.Kingston- don’t mind e moose he talks out of his ass, but he is right Ally is hot
@/jackhughes- it’s past your curfew✋
@/ally_hughes- get out of here boomer
@/randi.Kingston- im going to block you grandpa
@/trevorzegras- don’t let the photos fool you, these two are not as nice as they look.
@/masonmctavish- they are nice they just don’t like you
@/trevorzegras- impossible I’m an absolute delight to be around
@/_quinnhughes- I hate you
@/trevorzegras- I DIDNT EVEN SAY ANYTHING TO YOU.
@/lhughes_06- miss you both ❤️❤️
@/ally_hughes- we all know that you mean “I miss you Randi 💋💋.”
@/randi.kingston- miss you too moose
@/jackhughes- he’s giggling and kicking his feet like a little school girl
@/dawson1417- yeah and he’s muttering to himself like a dork
@/lhughes_06- I am not @/jackhughes @/dawson1417
@/luca.fantilli- last night was wild💪
@/lhughes_06- you were with them?
@/rutgermcgroarty- a couple of us were but apparently we didn’t make it on the ig.
@/randi.Kingston- you guys didn’t make the ig cause it was girls night and you just happened to be at the same bar as we were and then joined us for late night wingstop✋
@/luca.fantilli- I thought our time together meant something
@/edwards.73- you said what we had was special
@/dylanduke25- last night was the best night of my life and you’re saying it meant nothing.
@/lhughes_06- you guys are ridiculous
@/edwards.73- that’s a funny way of saying you’re jealous.
@/lhughes_06- I’m not jealous
@/markestapa- oh so you wouldn’t mind if we told you we are on our way to her dorm rn.
@/edwards.73- you did not just call mark and say “no” and then hang up?
@/umichfan6- hit me like a volleyball mami.
@/umichfan1- I’m 65% convinced this is Luke on a burner account.
@/luca.fantilli
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Caption- girls night 🤪
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@/_quinnhughes- why is Edward’s holding my sister like that in that last photo?🤨
@/edwards.73- we were watching a scary movie and she got scared.
@/luca.fantilli- bruh we watched frozen
@/ally_hughes- terrifying
@/_alexturcotte- #freerandi
@/ally_hughes- what’s not photographed is Randi running around like a mad women, Luca sitting on her was the only way she would sit
@/luca.fantilli- more like poor me,she bit me
@/randi.Kingston- I did not bite you
@/lhughes_06- I was never invited to girls day when I was there.
@/ally_hughes- this is your fault, you told your friends to keep an eye on us and now they don’t leave us alone
@/randi.Kingston- moose next time I’m in Jersey we can have a girls night.
@/jackhughes-thats a weird way to ask him out on a date
#hockey imagine#nhl blurb#nhl imagine#nhl#nj devils imagine#luke hughes#luke hughes blurb#umich hockey#umich imagine
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Your Reflection
Who: Siren!bur x reader
Warning: Curing, Blood, Mention of knife and death. Also killing
Pronouns: They / them
Word count: 1,455
Requests: ME
Anything else: SIRENNN YAYYYY
Two things tho. 1 is that your power is reflection and two i have picked out an outfit for you for this story! You can find it at the very end! :D
This story is NOT proofread
You started out a villain a while ago. Your father was killed by a hero that was convinced that your father was working with the villains. They then burned the building he was in. Leaving no remains…
You soon started your career as a supervillain. Your only goal was to kill te person that killed your dad… Dream. And even though you might be a villain. That doesn’t mean you like other villains too. In fact, the Syndicate had asked you to join them. But when you did join, you went solo and messed up the mission. You still won, but they were mad. You just took it as a win for yourself. Plus, the hero’s knew who you were now. That was the whole point. You left without saying a word. But it was clear to see that the syndicate and you didnt see eye to eye, per se. They always got in your way.
And even though you hate the Hero’s and eve though you hate the Syndicate there is one guys that you hate the most. Siren.
“Siren i swear to God if you don’t stop following me.” You yelled as you ran on rooftops. “Oh please! You love me~” he paused as he jumped across a rooftop to another. He continued, “Plus, you know i can’t just let you leave. You’d ruin our plan.”You scoffed and went to the same rooftop of him. “How? By killing the one thing we are both against or by hurting your little friends too?”
He stopped running and you took it as a free way to punch. You went to throw a punch and he saw this. “Stop.” He spoke slowly. But instead. he stopped instead. He had been frozen in his tracks. He sighed in exhaustion as you stepped closer, a sly smirk on your face. You went on your toes and patted his head. “Thanks for the help.”
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Reflection is your villain name. You have the power to use people’s own powers against them. You are able to either steal people’s powers or when they try to use their own powers against you, it just goes back to them. It’s really helpful when you’re on the field.
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“MOVE, MOVE, MOVE!”
The yelling kept going as you watched from above. You took off your mask, you hot face now cooling down. You only laughed at the chaos. You were just about to end it all. You slid your mask back on your face and jumped down from the rooftop. You saw dream fighting with some other useless villain. This was simple just go behind him..
“The fuck do you think you doing?”
Dream turned around and grabbed you by the neck. You tried to fight against him but he wasnt using his power. He was just… strong.
Still, you chuckle as you feel your feel being lifted from the ground. “Geez. You don’t want the press to see this do you?”
He faked a laugh and pulled out a pocket knife and put it to your throat. “If you think I’m going to use my powers i wont. I expected you to come.”
He stabbed you on your lower chest, slid it down so that it made a long cut, and pulled out the knife. He then dropped you and you fell to the floor, The pain now hitting you. You were losing blood, and fast. You needed help. You covered the stab wound as Dream walked away. He dropped the knife and you couldn’t help but look around.
Who would help you right now? If anything they would all want you to die. You felt yourself becoming faint. You quickly ripped a piece of your scarf and placed it on the cut. You started to feel weak and your motions were becoming sloppy.
You can’t go down like this. You wont go down like this. You stood up and wobbled to your feet and picked up the knife.
You then ran to dream and stabbed him in his shoulder. He groaned in pain and you made sure to get it as deep as possible. He then turned around and pushed you to the floor. Officially making you unconscious.
“REFLECTION!”
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You woke up in a small cafe. The smell of coffee and blood hitting your nose. You looked down to see what seemed to be a teenager taking care of you. Hands on your stomach as his eyes and nose were scrunched in concentration. You quickly reached to your face to see if the mask was still on.
It was.
Behind the boy was two people. Siren and Zephyrs.
Siren was walking back and forth, his hand to his nose. Zephyrs on the other hand had a bandage to his wing and he sat on a chair talking to Siren. Your movement had made all of the boys turn to look at you.
“You’re awake! Tommy are they going to be okay?” Siren spoke up.
The boy, now known to be Tommy, spoke. “Yeah. It might be dore but it’ll do.” He didnt turn to Wilbur, but he looked at you with a sincere smile. You nodded and smiled.
“Thank you Tommy.” You turned to look back at Siren and Zephyrs. Siren looked concerned while Zephyrs just stared plainly at you. This made you stand to your feet. You tumbled a bit which made Siren come to your side. He held your arm to help you up but you pushed him to the side. You gave the their two men a smile, “Thank you so much for your help. But I’ll be going now.”
You walked out, holding your stomach as you did. When you opened the door there was a little jingle from the bell above you; signaling that you were leaving. “Wait!” Siren called out to you. You turned around and stared plainly at him, no emotion showing at all. Not even the intense pain that you were still having. “Yes?”
Siren let down his arms, “Not even a thank you?”
“A thank you? Why would i need to say thank you?”
“Maybe because, i dont know, i saved your life!”
“Oh please, i had it under control.”
“You obviously didnt!” He chuckled.
You only scoffed, “Maybe if you had left me alone in the first place i would have been able to get the job done.”
“You ruined our plan!” He was now yelling
“I couldn’t care less about your stupid plan! In fact, i hope all your plans fucking fail! I couldn’t care less! My only goal is to kill dream. Do you have a problem with that?!?”
He replied sharply, “YES! I DO!”
“WHY?!?”
“Because you could get hurt! JUST like you did today and just like you did the day your dad died.” The mention of your dad made something in you click. You took a deep breath and realized how much you regretted telling him that.
“Why would you care!? You’re just a selfish villain like all the others.” You started to walk away.
“ME? SELFISH? Do you see yourself right now?!?”
You kept walking.
“FINE THEN! I COULDNT CARE LESS IF YOU DIED.” He continued.
You could only yell back, “I should have never told you about my dad.” Then, you left.
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“One order of a Carmel macchiato please!”
You gave a soft smile while you order your drink. You held your stomach in pain but kept the smile on your face. Tommy smile and put the order in. “Got it! Under what name?”
“YN please!”
He nodded and pressed the screen one last time before walking away.
“Coming right up!”
You nodded and sat down, wincing. You opened your laptop and opened the page you were last on. Recordings of what happened last night were showing up all over your page. This was great! People are going to-
“Tommy! Sorry for yesterday. I didnt mean to yell like that in front of you.”
You perked up.
“It’s alright Wilbur. You could just say you like her you know. I mean, she’s the only one that could beat you, you know. With that weird reflection thing.”
“Dont say it so loud!”
You. They were talking about you…
Which means…
If they are talking about last night…
“One order for YN!”
You quickly packed your things and walked to the counter. You passes Siren-
Wilbur… and grabbed your drink.
You then walked out the door with a smile on your face.
“See you later, Siren.”
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This is how i pictured your outfit but you can always do something else! :D
@haunted-headset @poraphia @ax-y10
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Pt 6. Blood Bath
Things come to a head at Arrow House. The enemy makes their move as they have the Shelby family cornered.
Warnings: blood, graphic description of murder, panic, peaky themes
Previous Parts
Tommy watched the boy size him up, and he hated the respect he had for him. Noah cared about you more than he feared him.
“Now before you round on me for kissing her, what are you going to do about that fucking priest.” The boy’s eyes were dark and his knuckles were white.
So they had that conversation.
“Need to clean this mess up first.” He answered not happy with the situation.
“And after.” The boy pressed.
“Haven't been in that business for a long time,” Tommy said not wanting to admit the murder he already had planned.
“That’s still our business and -”
“Then we’ll handle it together.” The words came out without thought. This seemed to put the boy at ease.
“How long were you going to sleep on that?” His anger was understandable, he hated how much of himself he saw in the boy.
“Only found out a few days ago-” The boy held up his hand.
“Not the time to send people away. But you were going to do something about it.” Tommy gave him a nod, his patience wearing thin. This boy in his house questioning him on his love for his daughter. “Good. Sorry, Mr. Shelby.”
Tommy cocked his head to the side slightly.
“Just hate seeing her like that.” they both gave each other a nod. For your comfort, he let you stay in your own bed, unsurprised when he heard footsteps creaking into your room later that night.
Noah cared about you enough to be a man about the situation, and if a single kiss had you puking your guts out he felt like the danger of a pregnancy was too far away to be a concern.
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You laid awake in bed thankful that Esme had looked after you throughout the afternoon. She made you some tea and broth, both helped settle your stomach but nothing helped the numbing buzz radiating through your system. Polly came through in the evening and brought you a glass of brandy.
She had a look in her eye that told you Tommy must have mentioned what happened. She didnt say anything but mentioned she was in the room next door if you needed anything.
Then the unthinkable, but somehow expected happened. Noah pushed your bedroom door open. He pointed to the bed and you nodded at him.
“Will you freak out if I lay beside you?”
“No.” You whispered back. He got into bed and you immediately made things indecent by moving up against his body. Feeling him close put the fears of him leaving at bay.
“I’m worried you’ll break up with me.” You said softly, you were surprised you got the words out so clearly.
“Definitely not going anywhere. As for the physical stuff, lots of time to figure it out.”
“I don’t want you to think- like you know that I - just - erm - it’s just sort of complicated but - I do, I do want you.” Your chest closed up and swallowed in on itself like a black hole.
“Woah, you have a thing for me? This whole time I thought we were just good friends.” He ran a hand through his hair blowing out a large breath. You swatted at him, wanting him to be serious. “I’m not going anywhere.” He whispered before kissing your temple.
“I will figure it out.”
“I know you will.”
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The next morning there was a severed hand tied to the gate. Johnny Dogs brought it up to the house and you caught a glimpse of the frozen hand before your dad redirected you and Noah to the downstairs to distract the children.
“Why would they -”
“It’s a warning, they know we are here and that they are coming,” Noah answered accepting another picture drawn by your little cousin Elena. “Thank you, darling.” He said giving her a pat on the shoulder. “It’s really good.” She looked up at him in adoration before running back to the coffee table to start on another one.
You sunk into the couch next to him. You could feel he was tense, eyes scanning the room’s windows and doors periodically. You made up the excuse of needing the bathroom and dashed up to your room.
Deep down you knew it was pointless, no one was going to come close enough to use it. Not to mention people used guns these days. But tucked in between your mattresses there was a large dagger. John and Esme had got it for you from a trip they took to the Highlands. You tied its case to your hip and pulled your long skirt over it. It was unnecessary but it calmed your nerves knowing you had something.
You were on your way down the steps when Esme caught your arm. Her hair was more frazzled than usual and her eyes were wide.
“Take Lizzie, round the kids up, and stay in the cellar.” You went back upstairs and told Lizzie. She moved very quickly, her house coat billowing behind her. She and Noah helped wrangle all the kids into the cellar. It was cold and slightly damp, but the adrenaline running through you kept you together.
You did a head count and realized someone was missing. Elena was not here.
“I’ll go back to grab Elena, stay here.” You told Noah who was about to protest. “I know where the rest of the hiding spots are if we can't make it back here. Just stay put.” You slipped out of the door and dashed down the hall before Lizzie could get involved. You ran downstairs looking for her everywhere. Then came back up and checked the kitchen. You were about to leave when you caught her in the corner of your eye. She was outside.
You saw her red wool dress toddling towards a man standing at the edge of the woods. You opened the back door and felt the man's dark eyes land on you. The sounds of machine guns firing became unavoidable and you took a deep breath.
“Elena” You called out to her thankful your voice didn’t shake. She turned around to look and you. “Come here.” She moved towards you and you got on your knee and whispered to her.
“Noah needs you in the cellar. Tell him I’m fine, that I’m hiding. Don’t stop for anyone or anything he really needs to see you.” Her little eyes lit up and she made a dash towards the house.
You stood up and sized up your opponent.
“Come have a walk with me.” He had a gun in his hand and you knew that it was your only option, but that didnt mean you would show it. With your head held high, you went with him. Once close enough you could see him properly. He was tall and had a large hat that shadowed his sunken face. “You want to save your family? Yes?” He had a slight accent.
“Yeah, that’d be alright.” You said back casually, his eyes sparkled with curiosity.
“Well, your father has something I want. You're going to help me get it.”
“Alright.” You motioned for him to lead the way. You assumed you were a hostage, not a bad position really. He saw value in you, therefore he wouldn't kill you right away. You waited until he tucked his gun away, He took a few steps towards the forest turning his back on you. You quickly took out the dagger tucked into the top of your skirt and held it tightly.
“The thing about your family -” Much to your relief he started his big story giving you a bit of time. Quickly to catch him off guard, you charged towards him, sending the dagger right under his left rib cage.
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Elena’s voice called on the other side of the door. Noah opened it while Finn was ready with his gun. The little girl ran in quickly hugging onto his legs.
“She said you needed to see me.”
“Where is she Elena,” He asked her while picking her up. She hugged onto his shoulders. “She said she's alright, she’s hiding.”
Panic shot through him and Finn quickly put a hand on his shoulder.
“She knows where to hide here, she’s probably fine.” His jaw was tight as was the grip on his arm. Lizzie sniffed and suddenly got up. Noah looked around and did the math. Finn was most likely right, you sent Elena along and had to hide somewhere else. Going after you could put you in more danger, and it would leave Lizzie and the kids one man down. He knew that would only piss you off.
He didn’t like it but it was a gamble he had to take.
“She’s alright Lizzie. She mentioned earlier if she got separated she had a few places she would hide.” He lied, and Finn gave him a slight nod. Elena stayed attached to him so he held on to her and tucked the gun he was given into his waistband. Down here it was painfully silent as Lizzie kept the kids comfortable.
“Hey, did your dad ever tell you about the time he, Tommy, and my dad got into a fight with a bear?” The kid's eyes all lit up and he sat down on a barrel and started to tell the story about the bear in the pub.
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The knife pierced his lanky body and a gasp left his mouth. Your hand slipped into his jacket quickly and you grabbed his gun.
“You -” He said starting up again and you shot him, in the back, straight in the chest. The man's body crumpled.
Faces of your father and the priest started to swim in your head. Anxiety ripped through you as the blood seeped into the white snow. Flipping him over you grabbed his wallet.
“Luca Changretta” You whispered. Well, that wasn’t so bad. You looked down at the man's dark eyes and something inside you lessened. There were plenty of bad men in the world but now there was one less. You did that.
You thought of the hand-tied to the gate and let out a sigh. If that’s how these people did things, that’s just what you would have to do. You pulled your dagger out and your hands got coated in thick blood. Moving the knife to his throat you started hacking and carving away.
It surprised you how rubbery everything was, in your mind the stupid thing would just tople off. As you worked your mind tried to argue that this was a horrible thing you had done. But something in the pit of your stomach reminded you what horrible men were capable of. Maybe God's sense of humor is what allowed the dagger to pierce his flesh.
Eventually, you were covered in blood and you had a head to gift back to the Italians. You ran in the snow down the hill along the side of the house. The front yard was a complete mess. The snow was red, everything was red. Your mind swam but you kept moving forward, those were your men getting shot at.
You could see that they had made a sort of barricade and the Italians were making it down the driveway. Unsure of what to do you waited for the silence as they reloaded and let out a loud wolf whistle. You held the head up high and a roar of shouts erupted from both sides.
Before you could take another step a large bear-like figure tackled you down from the side. You instinctively used the dagger's handle to smash into its face before your arm got caught by a massive hand.
It was Alfie, in a big fur coat, looking very pissed.
“Sorry, Mr. Solomons” You whispered weakly, hoping you hadn't hit him too hard.
“You're just like your father - fucking troublemaker.” He grumbled keeping his body over yours as bullets rang out. “Take his head and run down the hill. Not go in through the back door, come out the front door, and give the head to us? Eh?”
“No class with you people. Straight savagery every time.” he continued to chatter on and it was nice to have something distracting you. The snow was deep enough that if they didnt move they were probably out of vision. He moved up slightly to look over the snow.
“Looks like you gave them the distraction they needed though, chasing them down the drive.” He let out a rumbling sigh.
“So, you were going to run down the hill causing a distraction?” You asked him, he looked down at you and narrowed his eyes.
“That’s business between me and your father.” He said in a low voice. There was a long silence and Alfie still kept you there. Your teeth started to chatter and you realized your hand was still fisted in Luca’s black hair.
“Nah, don’t start thinking about it. I don’t know how you did it but wait for a glass of whiskey. Trust me you'll be alright.”
You gave him a nod hoping he wasn't angry. Then your father pulled him off of you and picked you up. He crushed you against himself and you wondered how he could still carry you despite your size. You closed your eyes not ready to deal with everything yet.
He got you onto the couch in his study and tried to take the head away from you. It took you a long moment to realize you could let go now. You took a deep breath untangling your fingers. Tommy’s hands ran over you before a loud scream erupted. Esme was there with a look of horror on her face. Polly soon followed.
Various questions were flying around you their hands trying to push your hair back and get the blood off your face.
“Sorry.” You mumbled eyes locked on Tommy. “His body was too big to drag in the snow.” It seemed significant to apologize as you got blood all over the sofa.
“Eh, knew that knife was a good gift,” John mumbled picking the knife up off the sofa beside you.
“Hacked his head off, all by herself. They grow up so fast.” Arthur boomed looking at you with pride in his eyes. Esme gave them both a murderous look and suddenly they followed Alfie out of the study.
Polly locked eyes with Tommy who was kneeling directly in front of you. After one last look, he gave her a nod. He squeezed your hand and stood up. Polly and Esme led you up the stairs and guided you into your parent’s bathroom. It was larger than yours, but the blood smearing all over the white tiles made your stomach flutter. They sat you down on the lid of the toilet.
The warm air stung your skin and your lungs. When the door pushed open you felt your body get swallowed up in hot guilt. Lizzie looked positively feral. Her arms wrapped around you, your mind thawed out and tears started to form.
After a long while, she took a few deep breaths before helping you into a bath. First, you showered with warm-ish water to get the blood off and to get your limbs back to a normal temperature. By that point, Polly had come back with her arms full of herbs and oils.
You sat in the bathtub and she poured various things over you. The scent stung your eyes but you felt your heart lurch then become lighter somehow.
“How are the kids? Noah?” You finally whispered.
“Surprisingly, only a few minor injuries in the men, and everyone in the house was fine,” Esme answered while Lizzie gazed at the tiles on the wall. Her hand was on her belly and you could tell by the set in her jaw she was angry with Thomas.
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Once you were cleaned up Lizzie got you tucked into your bed.
“I told everyone you need to rest. We can deal with everything in the morning.” She kissed your forehead and ran a hand through your hair. She left and the sadness and anger that radiated off of her brought in a fresh wave of uncertainty and anxiety.
Tommy came in a short while after. He sat on the edge of your bed looking into the fire.
“You have any questions or things bothering you?” He asked in a faraway voice.
“No, I feel a bit better honestly.” You sighed and his gaze flicked to you. “Spent a lot of time running from men like that. Now I don’t feel so helpless. Plus I think that was the last of the past coming back for you. Alfie didn’t sell you out. Things on my side are looking pretty good.”
He gave you a hard look and then nodded. You knew he was dreading talking to Lizzie.
“Dad, I shouldn't have landed that blow. It was beyond lucky, I think it was just what was supposed to happen. Elena had been lost, he was going to snatch her up, probably in exchange for John. I sent her back and he was happier with me anyway. The whole thing was lucky.” He took in what you were saying and you knew he didnt know how to respond.
“Please make her understand it wasn't your fault, If you could blame anyone blame Elena for wanting snacks from the kitchen, but she’s five, and me and Esme will fight you.” You took a few breaths but it was getting hard to breathe again. “She’s got to understand, all of us need to stick together.” Tommy put down his glass of whiskey on your side table and put his hands on your shoulders. “That’s why everything worked out all right - it’s because we stuck together- if you guys break up-” You couldn't talk anymore, your body got light and heavy at the same time, and your vision started to get blurry.
“Stop.” He commanded and you took a deep breath. “It will take a lot more than Lizzie’s anger to tear us apart. Trust me, I don't give up that easy.”
You nodded and he pushed you down into your bed. You curled up on your side holding his hand.
“It’s like with the storm, I needed to face this.”
He gave you a nod and kissed the top of your forehead. “Drink this if you can’t sleep.” He left his whiskey on the side table. “Come get me if you need anything.”
With that, he got up and left your door slightly ajar.
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He didn’t like what he did next. But he knew it would keep your mind off of things and put the boy out of his misery. He knocked on the door and waited for Noah to respond.
He opened the door and could see that he had been pacing, much like himself.
“She’s alright, bit fragile though.” He said watching the boy muster up the courage to ask the question Tommy knew he was struggling with. “If you wouldn't mind staying with her, I think it might help.” Tommy saw the boy light up but quickly composed himself.
“I could do that.” He said calmly.
“No messing around.” He said sternly before giving the boy a nod and leaving the room to go fight some more battles.
Lizzie was rummaging through her closet and Tommy realized this was probably a lot worse than he realized. He sat on the edge of the bed waiting for her to start up when he heard her give a shout.
“Stupid fucking -” He saw her trying to reach a box high on the shelf. Part of him wanted to leave it there, so she couldn't pack it, and maybe it would prevent her from trying to leave. He sighed looking up at the box.
“You're a lot of things- short is one of them” She bit out crossing her arms. He pulled the stool out of the corner and he grabbed the box for her. She accepted the box and started rummaging through the folded clothes. “She could have died.”
“I know.”
“That’s it, you know, and what!?”
“And she didn’t. She saved Elena. She outsmarted Luca and tried to protect her family. I’m not happy about it, but I am grateful she’s alright.”
“Thomas - she's 17 - it was a blood bath, in no way is she alright.” Lizzie snapped.
“She said she needed to face this, she’s run from men like that her whole life. I don’t like it, I feel like I failed her every time she opens up about her past, when she was there covered in blood, I knew I failed her. But you leaving right now will be what kills her.” He knew it was underhanded and mean.
“Leaving?!” Her eyes narrowed and Tommy was grateful that the box didnt have anything hard or dangerous in it. She threw a yellow nightgown at him. “YOU THINK AFTER EVERYTHING I WOULD LEAVE HER HERE WITH YOU.” She started to rage and she almost tripped over another pile of clothes on the closet floor. He stedied her and shut the door hoping it concealed some of the anger.
She held on to him and tried to catch her breath.
“Well, your tearing the closet apart, I thought -”
“You, as always, thought wrong, stupid man.” She kept her slender fingers gripping his shoulder and he wondered what was going to happen next. Tears started to fall down her cheeks. “I’m too fat.”
Tommy was glad he rarely smiled or laughed, in that moment he knew that either of those things would have been a deadly mistake.
“I can’t fit my nightgowns anymore, the maternity ones I have remind me of Ruby.” Her voice broke and he pulled her into his arms. They stood like that for a long while. He ran his hand up and down her back, realizing if not for Ruby, he may never have been this lucky and blessed in his life. In the end, he was very sure that it was always Lizzie. She fought him every step of the way, but at the same time that also meant she chose him every single time.
He guided her to the bed and pulled out one of his long sleep shirts. It was broad and baggy, and would easily cover her frame and the ever-growing bump, long enough for him to order her some new maternity gowns. She let him undress her, then slid the cotton shirt over her head.
“I am sorry - for everything.”
“I know you are.” She said softly. “Thank you, for keeping the family safe.” He didnt know how to respond to that so he gave her a kiss. They settled into bed and he turned the lights out. For a moment he thought he might finally drift to sleep when Lizzie opened her mouth.
“So the bear in the pub huh?” Tommy let out a groan.
“Where did you hear about that?”
“Noah, he told the kids the story to keep them quiet. He’s really good with children, I think if Elena was a bit old she would try to challenge her for him.”
“Fucking boy.” Tommy pinched the bridge of his nose wondering why out of all the other 17-year-olds on the planet you had to pick that one.
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You closed your eyes and felt good that there was nothing but darkness. No men, no blood, just an empty void. It only lasted a few moments before you heard Lizzie's muffled shouting. Your stomach rolled and you opened your eyes to look around your bedroom. The fire gave everything an inviting glow, it truly felt like your piece of the world. The thought of it being torn apart made you want to cry.
A soft tap at the door made you jump. You poked your head out of your blankets to see Noah. He forgot himself for a moment and dashed towards you. He wrapped you up into his arms and you fell back against the bed. You had a moment of initial shock before you sought out his mouth. You kissed him hard, and you felt his hands stay firmly in place on your back.
He broke the kiss and stood up moving off the bed. His face was flushed and his hair was a mess of curls. More than anything you wanted him to come back, you wanted his hands all over you. Remembering what it was like pushing him off of yourself to vomit made you calm down a bit. You knew you needed to move slowly, no matter how much you hated it. It wasn't fair to Noah.
“Sorry - I promised your dad I wouldn't mess around.” He took a deep breath looking at the ceiling.
“My dad sent you.” Your eyebrows knitted together.
“Yeah, didnt want you to be alone.” He came back to you and you moved over as he climbed into bed.
“Actually?”
“Yeah, he looked really worried. Don’t want to push him any further today.” He said tucking in next to you. Your body felt like it was on fire as he ran a hand through your hair. “Why are their flowers stuck in your hair?”
“Oh, Polly gave me a bath to make sure I wasn't traumatized or haunted.”
“Oh yeah.” He gave a nod and you let out a soft laugh at his expression of confusion.
“Guess your family doesn't do that.”
“No, not really. Lot’s to learn about.”
“Likewise. Mum said you really helped keep the kids distracted. Thanks for doing that.”
“Don’t worry about it. I’m sorry I didnt go after you, Finn said you would know where to hide. Isaiah came later and said he thought you were with Polly and Esme” His arms tightened his grip on you and you fought to keep your heart in check.
“Knowing they were safe with you made it easier to deal with the situation.”
“It’s over - never again, I’m - I’ll figure out a way to keep you from everything.”
“What do you mean?” There was an edge to your words.
“We - I can’t go through that again.” His voice was heavy. “I need to sort out with my dad how to clean things up on our side.”
“Meaning you want things to be more legal?” The edge had turned to straight panic at the thought of him leaving.
“Yes, for myself, but also because your dad is right. He fought really hard to get things clean. He even sent your uncles to prison once. I won’t take you back into that place. All of them would come after you. Won’t bring everything he built toppling down. Not when you could get hurt”
His face finally looked down to meet yours. He must have seen the anxiety eating you.
“What I’m saying is, I want to do good things with my life, and I want to build you something good too. Because - I - I love you.” You started up at him in disbelief.
“I love you too.” You breathed.
It took a long time to fall asleep, but eventually, you drifted off in his arms. At some point, the morning began as light poured in through your windows. Esme poked her face in and you met her eyes. She gave you a thumbs-up and a wink before shutting the door.
You relised then that the rain was thundering on the roof. A sadness filled your chest, but insdead of dealing with it, you pressed your face against his neck and went back to sleep.
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Asking again because I'm feeling a bit under the weather so here it is: How do you think Gallavich act whenever Mickey is sick?
Also, sending virtual hug with consent because I just read your recent post. Hope you feel better soon 🫂
hiii finally getting to this ask i hope youre feeling better now!!!
mickey would try to hide being sick and say its not a big deal. of course he ignores it and the sickness keeps festering until hes obviously very ill. ian rolls his eyes because this happens every damn time mickey gets sick. and mickey doesnt need to be sneezing all over their customers! so he has to stay home! mickey reluctantly takes cold medicine (he hates the taste soooo much and he has a couple negative memories attached to the medicine) and ian kisses the top of his head once he shows he swallowed everything even tho he didnt want to :(
ian and iggy (mickey swears hes just a temp he doesnt trust him to handle so much money without stealing a least some of it) are out doing their lil job while mickey stays at home napping, watching instagram reels of car crashes, sending ian random emojis to annoy him, and making ramen noodles using the keurig (he doesnt wanna wait for water to boil like a normal person). chicken ramen noodles. bc theyre the classic flavor and best for when youre feeling sick
ian comes home and does some cleaning while mickey takes his 7th nap for the day, then he wakes mick up to take more medicine. mickey doesnt wannaaaaaa it tastes bad and drinking water right after swallowing still doesnt get rid of the icky mouthfeel :( but he does it anyway and then sits in the living room talk-yelling to ian while he cooks dinner (more ramen but he adds some leftover chicken and frozen vegetables to it for substance.) mickey uses up all the hot water but ian doesnt even complain because the steam is good for opening up the sinuses
they lay in bed together, fingers twirling in damp hair, and mumble to each other about liam staying over next weekend. ian cant help himself and has to give his husband a goodnight kiss or two (or three or four or...) naturally, he wakes up the next morning with a sore throat
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GOTHAM NYGMOBBLEPOT HEADCANONS!! ☂️❔
hiii !!!!! i luvv telling people my headcanons so here are some of mine!!
☂️ STARTING WITH OSWALD!! 🐧
he's autistic and has bpd!!
he struggles with textures related to his suits so he tries to get them all in a favorable texture, he loves silk and satin, cant stand velvet
left handed
he struggles with impulsive suicidal/self harm ideation due to bpd, when triggered by things he can spiral easily and become overwhelmed which causes the impulsive ideation
he likes most foods but finds some absolutely unbearable and refuses to eat them.
he has anger issues from his autism!! he gets overwhelmed which turns into rage (like me)
he lovess food, he loves trying food and is willing to eat anything ed makes about 98% of the time
if his clothes feel too restricting he will wear ed's because theyre bigger on him, but only around the house, never anywhere else
he's always been chubby even from childhood!! and was fat moreso season 5 and onward, especially after finale!
he struggles with gender identity but chooses not to label himself much, but if it were put into a term, mainly genderfluid. he uses both she/her and he/him interchangeably. lesbian freak. she is also uniromantic and is only in love with ed!!!
he has a very low self esteem and has a hard time looking in mirrors sometimes, especially after hurting his eye
he gets headaches very often but they aren't very debilitating. they are usually triggered by potent scents and lights
(secret headcanon i have he has POTS shhh)
he sometimes smokes weed when the pain in his leg is too much to handle and pain medication isn't helping
he wont ever say it, but he loves being cared for
❔ EDWARD NYGMA TIME!!! 🦉
he has npd, autism, and osdd!! he is a narc but not in the eww narcissists way, in the actual personality disorder way!!
severe sensory issues, especially towards lights and textures
hates the texture of grass
right handed
needs a near constant stream of npd supply, even if its in small ways like praising his riddles, ideas, calling him smart, etc
oswald listening to him intently is like a form of supply for him, feeling listened to is like supply
he uses she/her and he/him interchangeably like oswald, and discovered her gender identity in arkham (the last time she went for a decade...sad face), transgender lesbian!!
very very selective and picky with foods
loves to take care of oswald and cook, cooking makes it easier to cater to both of their texture needs, but they do occasionally eat out
loves infodumping to oswald about riddles and whatever is interesting him
nerm swana (turkish + arab specifically) !!
if oswald is smoking for leg pain u best bet ed is joining in!!!!!
loves to listen to oswald talk alot
he loves loves loves cats and pets the strays around gotham
he didnt ACTUALLY hate that oswald named his dog after him and found it quite endearing
🐧☂️ TOGETHER!!!!!1! NYGMARBLEPOT ❔🦉
they both love having meals together and talking about future endeavors
oswald runs the iceberg lounge after the finale, edward is also a co owner
they spend a lot of time together
oswald sleeps on the left side of the bed, edward on the right
edward helps oswald a lot when hes having problems with anger, he tries to be more logical rather than just trying to tell him to "calm down." trying to give him a solution and talking it through helps oswald more
oswald keeps candles and dim lights around the manor to help with ed's sensory problems related to lights, as well as to prevent headaches for himself too
edward helps oswald with his leg a lot, like reminding him to take medications or use his cane when needed. he is always there to remind oswald its okay to need help with things time to time
they both love listening to eachother
oswald likes drinking more than ed does, he loves gin and tonic, frozen margaritas, and martinis. ed prefers not to drink, but doesnt mind a martini either. ed doesnt drink on his own, only with oswald really
oswald became an occaisonal smoker after blackgate, using it to calm any anxiety he gets. ed doesnt like it that much and hates the smell, but he bears with it for oswalds sake. doesnt mean he doesnt try to get him to stop, though
edward loves oswalds size and constantly compliments him, he loves oswald no matter what weight he is and never comments on his body negatively ever
they both have tons of bodily scars
they are both very physically affectionate with eachother but dont really like being touched by other people at all, both are very touch avoidant when it comes to anyone but eachother
both use fem terms on eachother and refer to eachother with she/her a lot!! they both love being fem in private
ed's special interest is riddles and oswald's is penguins!!! eds always loved riddles and puzzles, while oswald learned more about them after the title was bestowed upon him. he also loves sharks!!!
THEY R IN LOVE!!!!! !!!!
thats all. bye bye!!
#headcanon#gotham#oswald cobblepot#dc universe#gotham penguin#edward nygma#gotham headcanons#dc penguin#dc riddler#dc characters#my headcanons#headcanons#nygmobblepot#nygmobblepositivity#nygmobblepot headcanons
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Fate (part 4)
Soldier boy x Fem! Reader
Summary: Reader is a scientist who is forced to work at lab that they keep soldier boy frozen, she talks and cries to him when she is alone, thinking he can't hear her but he hears everything.
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She was tense.
The streets were different than what she remembered.
It was more crowded, more gray, more concerete
Even air felt more different.
people where everywhere, rushing to their jobs, talking on the phone, No doubt she missed being outside. But not this. She missed the green, forests, trees, the silence, Being able to lay down on grass and daydream for hours. Away from people, away from the world.
Lost in her thoughts y/n didn't realized that she was clutching to his arm.
He was tense as her, feeling it, she turned her head to look at his face. There was confusion in his eyes, which didnt surprised her, he was asleep for 40 years after all, must be a nightmare she thought, falling asleep to a awful world. Then waking up to even more awful one.
But there was something else in his eyes too.
Anger, or disgust maybe?
Well she couldnt blame him again, all the things humans did to him.
-"Are you okay?" she asked
It was like he didnt hear her, still looking at surroundings.
She squezzed his hand gently, asking him again.
He heard this time, Confused look suddenly vanishing, a confident one taking over. He answered while sueezing her hand back.
"Yes, doll why wouldnt i be?"
She knew he wasnt, she could see it. The slight twitching of his mouth, The tense shoulders, and jaw. He was faking it. She decided not to talk about it.
"dont know, i thought it might be a hard for you, i mean you are seeing the world after 40 years."
"This is nothing to compared the things i seen doll, dont worry about me. I fought the nazis, i was locking up the assholes even before you were born."
-"yeah, i know B-ben -sorry i mean soldier boy, i read them in your files. Very brave of you."
"Ben is fine." he said smiling slightly.
-"But what about you? Your heart is beating like a bird." He added.
"Oh, shit, of course he can hear it." She told herself.
This was one of his powers.
-"I-its nothing, i always feel nervous in crowds."
-"Is that so? why?"
-"I-i dont know i always been like this."
Whatever you say doll he said, she had a feeling he didnt believe her either.
They walked and talked, he asked her about the things he saw on the street
And she tried to explain them, which was hard.
Especially "rectangle things" that people hold in their hand, or put in their ears very confused him.
-"do you have one too?"
-"yes, i mean i had one, before they took me. I used it mostly to listen to music."
-"you can listen music it with?"
-"yes, we can get you one too, when we have money. Actually i had a bank account, we should check it."
He pointed the wall behind her suddenly, there was poster of a blonde guy with blue eyes.
-"Who is this punk?" He asked. This is the 10th time i seen him today"
"O-oh he is Homelander. The strongest supe"
"Strongest supe?" He scoffed, arrogant expression on his face.
-"People really love him here, more like worship him. I always found him a bit off tho."
-"Why is that?"
-"Dont know, she shrugged her shoulders. Just a feeling i guess."
-"well doll, i agree with you."
He said absently, he was one of them, He knew how different supes were from what media made them seem. Far away from the saints people thought they were.
How would she feel if she knew? He thought to himself.
The things he did.
Would she be afraid of him too, hate him too?.
a sound, made him snap back from his thoughts. a music was coming from a distance:
"За окном кудрявая белая акация, солнышко в окошечке, алым цветом лес
У окна старушечка, лет уже немало, с Воркуты далекой мать сыночка ждет
У окна старушечка, лет уже немало,"
He was almoat hypnotised, starting to walk towards it. Dragging y/n too, with their still interwined hands.
Hearing Russian song made her flinch.
-"Ben where are we going?"
He didnt answer, turning to right,
It was an empty street. Just a truck waiting on the corner. Few boxes with vegetables in it. And a old radio
He halted suddenly looking at the radio.
"-Lets go ben this song is getting on my nerves too." she told him. Pulling him soflty.
but suddenly his bag fell from his shoulder. He leaned forward. Breathing heavily.
-"Ben, whats happening are you hurt?" She half screamed. putting her hand in his forehead,
He was burning.
It was like he wasnt hearing her. Just like in the lab.
And
His chest started glowing.
She realized in horror. It was happening again. "No, she thought no one can see him they would lock him up again, they would hurt him."
She could never let this happen again.
With shock ,She did the first thing to came her mind again.
She hugged him, with her all strenght. Covering his chest with her body.
And started whispering to his ear.
-"We are not there anymore. We escaped Ben. You are free."
-"you saved me too, you took me to a plane, remember. Remember please,"
She continued to whisper. Brushing his hair. While crying.
Didn't know how much time passed, but eventually his breathing turned back to normal. His body cooled down.
He pulled back slowly, looking at her face. His expression normal and strong again.
But she was far from it. Her whole body trembling. Her lips were quivering, nose red, fat tears on her cheeks.
He wiped them with his fingers. Patting her heas as if she was a cat. As if he wasnt about the explode 2 mins ago.
"lets get out of here doll. I know where to go."
Notes: Guys i forgot my laptop in grandmas house thats why chapter is late. 🤡
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#soldier boy x you#the boys#the boys imagine#jensen ackles imagine#soldier boy x reader#soldier boy#jensen ackles
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Oakfeather (aka. Stormfur)! He has been brought back from the dead (atleast for a bit longer) due to high demand hehe
Design wise, Oak is pretty similar to his father Greystripe, though he has similar stripes to his grandfather Oakheart who he was named after! He is a brownish shade of gray (he also got the brown tint from his grandfather) and Oakfeather's pelt color is pretty similar to the bark of a lot of oak trees which can be kind of gray! He also has one blue eye and one orange eye like his sister (though the blue one is covered moslty by is hair) but they are the opposite ones to his sister!
In RoC Silverstream is the daughter of Oakheart and Willowbreeze, and she named both of her kits after her parents (as well as Graystripe's mom Willowpelt)! Oak and Willow both received the same title (suffix) showing their bond as siblings! I also really like that they both have tree names!
Oak and Willow went though hell together during River Order's era in Tiger Order, and they came out of it extremely bonded. Their mother died weak from getting less food and not receiving care for an illness, Oak was sick as well but he was able to survive, this made Willow extra protective of her brother. Willow is the more feisty sibling, and she was the one to fight back the most during this time, resulting in her receiving a lot more scars. Oak was more hesitant, he feared the wrath of Tigerstar and his followers, he has never fully forgiven himself for not fighting back and helping his sister, he blames himself for several of her injuries because she had been protecting him while he did nothing to fight back.
After Tigerstar was defeated the two siblings had very different outlooks on their Order and lives. Willow never forgave River Order for what happened to her family, she especially had a hatred for Leopardstar and the cats who agreed with Tigerstar. However she chooses to keep a more upbeat, friendly and positive attitude, keeping her anger boiling underneath her happy exterior. On the other hand, Oakfeather is much more loyal to his Order, he mostly believed Leopardstar when she claimed that she regretted Tiger Order, and only did it to protect the Order. Oak loves River and for the most part forgave the Order for what had happened, choosing to mostly blame Tigerstar and his lackeys.
Oak still deals with a lot of regret and fear however. He regrets that he did not do more to protect Willow, but he is still fearful of fighting back. Maybe part of why he so easily forgave his order was because he feared continuing to hate them and continuing to fight them. This fear to fight back upsets him however and he wants to break free of it he wants to be brave, but he believes he is a coward.
Oak didnt become fast friends with Crow, he found him annoying and weird, but Willow brought Crow out of his shell, and Oak came to think of Crow like a little brother and felt a strong spark of protectiveness for the young cat.
When Willowfeather was chosen to go on the journey with the other prophecy cats, Oak refused to let her go on her own. He couldnt bare the idea of being separated form his sister, and he didnt want her to be alone.
He, along with his sister was hesitant of Tawnyclaw and Brambleflower at first, but they realized over time that they had nothing to fear form the two kits of Tigerstar, they even found they could relate to them greatly. Bramble and Oak both related to eachother due to their similar insecurities, and Oak noticed that Willow and Tawny got along due to their fiesty protective attitudes.
in this version of events, it is not Willowfeather who dies killing sharptooth in the mountains, it is Oakfeather.
When Sharptooth found its way into the Mountain colony’s cave and it cornered Crow, Willowfeather rushed to her friend to help him, but she was only cornered as well. Oak stood frozen horrified watching from a higher ledge in the cave. He was frozen just like he had been as an apprentice in Tiger Order, unable to protect his sister. Unlike back then however, Oak snapped out of his frozen state, and in that moment made the decision to fight back one last time, to finaly protect his sister, and to protect his friend! He was the one who jumped up on and broke the spike on the ceiling of the cave and he was the one to fall with the sharp stone onto Sharptooth.
Oakfeather died with his friends he had made and his sister by his side.
Willowfeather would later choose to stay in the mountains when the Orders traveled back through to find their new territory. She would stay where her brother was buried and find happiness with her mate Brook, with whom she had a kit who she named Oaktree.
And when she hears word that the Orders are in dander due to Hawkfrost.. now Hawkstar, she would remember her brother’s love and loyalty to River Order, and she would return to help end Hawkstar’s reign over her old home!
[Image ID: a digital drawing of Oakfeather, an au version of Stormfur from warrior cats. He is sitting with his right side showing, he has a happy expression and he has his mouth open like he is talking. He is a long furred, fluffy gray tabby tom with one blue eye and one orange eye. He has a long hair tuft on his head which covers his right eye (the blue one) almost entirely and the fur around his neck is extra long and fluffy like a mane. He has white on his muzzle, chest and paws, and he has scars on his shoulder. His inner ears, nose, paws and scars are all light pink./End ID]
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