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free-pool-trash · 3 years

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happiness - peter maximoff

yay a new peter fic <3 i was feeling a little unmotivated for a few days (since our boy wasn’t in episode 8 at all :/) but im back 😎 although im back in school so i might be on and off for a while 😩✋🏻

!!!it’s not a songfic those lyrics at the start are just my inspo!!!

word count: 5k <3 😳

warnings: maybe swearing but i dont think so i cant remember, peter being sad, angst, but mostly fluff, WandaVision spoilers maybe??? I pretty much made up this plot so idk, endgame spoilers, reader was an avenger, kissing but it’s not graphic😽 probably some mistakes yk how it is

feedback is appreciated <3

tagging: @enchantedcruelsummer (should i make a peter maximoff taglist? let me know and I’ll do it)

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haunted by the look in my eyes that would’ve loved you for a lifetime

leave it all behind

& there is happiness

Loneliness had always been something that plagued him. That and a plethora of other negative emotions.

There wasn’t a day that went by where Peter Maximoff wasn’t made to feel like a loser. Admittedly, he’d never held himself to a high standard, he grew up thinking that he’d never fit in anywhere and eventually that thought mutated into a lifestyle as he began isolating himself from the world around him, either far too good or heartbreakingly not enough to be a part of that crowd.

He liked spending time with himself. Nobody else knew him the way he knew him, and still, he found nothing but an overwhelming hollow space where his deepest most important hopes, aspirations, dreams and self discoveries should have resided.

Peter had always put this feeling of exile down to the fact that he was a mutant, it was the most likely explanation, right?

It was only when he’d decided to join the X-Men that he finally came to the conclusion that maybe the rest of the world wasn’t the problem, nor was his mutation the problem, but that he himself was the problem. For even in a school full of people exactly like him he was still the same loser that he was in his mother’s basement.

And he was under no illusions that that was exactly what his teammates saw in him; nothing. No potential. Just a space holder to bring the numbers up.

Super speed was incredible. That’s how Peter acknowledged jobs well done, he praised his speed but never himself. He just saved Charles and Erik from a room full of armed guards? No that wasn’t him, that was simply his speed. He saved an entire mansion full of people from a potentially fatal explosion? Nothing special, Kurt probably could’ve done the same.

Forget all of the good deeds and saved lives because the bottom line of it all, to him at least, was that all he was good for was cheeky one liners and hopeless kleptomania.

His life took a turn for the worse when he found himself being mind controlled in an alternate universe. And even then, he was playing the part of someone that wasn’t him, the thought humbled him, reconnected him to his roots and reintroduced him to his life long philosophy that he’d never be anything more than a social pariah. Not even an alternate reality could accept him for who he was. There wasn’t a warm welcome and despite not knowing what was going on, the definition of “imposter” or the weirder, “recast”, still shot to kill.

He settled on the notion that he was an inter dimensional waste of space. At least in WestView he could be blissfully ignorant, let the real him be drowned mercilessly in favour of being an integral part of someone’s life- to feel important, even if it wasn’t real.

When WestView fell apart he was completely lost. In every sense of the word. In a new world with no way home and as it turned out, nobody was looking for him. Although he didn’t expect anyone to care, it still stung that nobody did. He always hoped that one day Erik would step up as a father figure for him, this; getting kidnapped and smuggled into a different dimension, seemed like the perfect moment for that epic father son moment, but it wouldn’t surprise Peter if his father has yet to notice his disappearance.

But then, seemingly out of nowhere, he came into contact with a beacon of hope. A guiding star that might possibly lead him to an existence consisting of something other than misery and self loathing.

It offered him a choice; return to being the self proclaimed loser he was known as or start fresh as someone new and mysterious, with first impressions yet to be made and conclusions about him yet to be drawn. Peter had known himself to be rash in the past, when it came to making decisions he had the tendency to act impulsively, never putting too much thought into how his decisions would affect his life in the long term. The choice before him now is no different, he knew exactly what he wanted going forward, however selfish the choice may have been, the second he realised it was an option his heart was set on it.

That previously mentioned beacon of hope arrived to him in the form of a girl, in the form of you. An ex-avenger and close friend of Wanda’s, you were hired by S.W.O.R.D to help them clean up the more ‘sensitive’ fallout that the fall of WestView brought about. Obviously, they were sticking you- the only other avenger with magik- on babysitting and rehabilitation rather than letting you go after your best friend who had gone completely off the rails. Having said that though, you didn’t want anyone else handling him.

You hadn’t watched WandaVision, nor were you even aware that any of it was going on until it had reached a boiling point and you got a call from Monica Rambeau, she’d begged you to come and wait on the edge of town while she went in and act as her eyes on the outside along with Jimmy Woo.

That’s where you stayed until the hex broke down.

As soon as the barrier came down the base you manned was overrun by an armada of terribly confused and distressed citizens, Monica and Wanda were not among them but in their places stumbled in Darcy and the man playing the role of Pietro.

Jimmy appointed himself to Darcy, who in all honesty seemed relatively unscathed by the situation while you made a beeline for the dirty blonde charading as your former, dead teammate.

Peter was, to put it simply, completely enthralled by you as soon as you’d strolled over to him and in the moment he’d put his almost magnetic attraction to you down to the fact that you were the first friendly face he’d seen upon breaking free of Agatha’s possession.

But one thing in particular struck him; you’d asked him his name. You hadn’t immediately assumed him to be some knock off Pietro, as everyone else had. You acknowledged that he had his own personal identity and despite how often he caught himself hating the person he was, he found that when it was torn away from him that he wanted it back. The simple question you posed gave him the opportunity to regain his identity.

“Peter. My name is Peter.” He answered you, almost unsure of himself and you found your interest in the man piqued even further.

He remembered with perfect clarity the way you’d offered him a grin, tilted your hand, extended your hand and said, “Well it’s nice to meet you, Peter. Come on, I’ll be your babysitter for the next while.” There was something about the way you’d laughed after saying the words and the slight, yet unmistakable, glint of mischief in your eyes that had him captivated from the get go.

With you came a whirlwind of new emotions. After only a few weeks of knowing you, Peter noticed he wasn’t as lonely as he had been back home. He didn’t hate himself half as much either, he wasn’t entirely free of self deprovative tendencies and maybe he never would be, but undoubtedly, he likes himself more in this world than he ever had in his last. He thanked you and your determination to make him “a functioning member of society” for that.

It didn’t feel belittling, the way you helped him. You hadn’t dragged him to your favourite mall every weekend just to taunt him about how he couldn’t stop himself from stealing something. Even the very first time, when he’d sped away from you and returned within a second adoring a pair of freshly stolen sunglasses. Your only reaction had been to laugh and casually place your hands on both sides of his face.

“At least remember to take the tag off next time, speedy.” You’d muttered, subtly pulling the tacky stickers off the arms of his shades. No, you weren’t dragging him sight seeing or forcing him to help you go clothes shopping because you thought he was a loser who needed reforming you were doing it because you were a true friend who wanted him to succeed.

The pair of you seemed like two peas in a pod. Which to be fair, you were. Peter Maximoff intrigued you in every sense of the word. He was new, quite literally other worldly, he was kind, he was funny, he was perfectly mischievous and completely wonderful.

What caught your eye the most was the way he held himself, as if he wasn’t entirely comfortable in his own skin. It became apparent to you that he lacked confidence with the phrases he usually tacked onto the ends of his sentences. When you’d invite him to hang out in the beginning his response would always be something along the lines of, “Sure. If you want me to.” But the excitable puppy dog eyes told you that he was dying for someone to want him to tag along some place.

There was a certain understanding between you. You were both more than accustomed with the harrowing feeling of being alone and even though you’d never exactly voiced those thoughts with each other, you couldn’t deny that his was a spirit kindred to your own and he felt it too.

Since the Avengers has disbanded, one of your best friends, Natasha, was dead and your other best friend, Wanda, was gone completely off the rails and the people chasing her wouldn’t let you anywhere near her or even attempt to help pull her out of her darkness. You were being kept as a wildcard in case they needed her taken down. Peter was no stranger to the feeling of being cast aside and so he quickly responded to your frustrations, and in doing so, forced himself out of his comfort zone to be there for you. To his complete shock though, you’d been so appreciative of his efforts.

You never failed to thank him for the little things he did for you, always complimenting his mutation when he’d use it and giving him the recognition he never received at home. The friendship he formed with you was so… two sided, again, something he wasn’t accustomed to before. It didn’t involve him giving everything he had to offer and receiving nothing in return, you matched his energy meticulously and never left him hanging.

In a series of firsts, he didn’t wonder whether or not you genuinely liked him, never feeling the need or want to question it as you’d left him with no reason to doubt.

As he walked around the mall with you now, his mind brought his attention back to the question you’d asked him rather casually a few nights ago. You were both lounging on your couch, watching some ridiculous reality show (a favourite of yours and Peter’s) when you’d turned your head to look at him, a thoughtful look on your face. “Do you think when S.W.O.R.D figures the technology out to crack into other realities, you’ll go back to yours?”

The question had taken him aback for a second, in all honesty, he hadn’t thought about going home, not when he was with you at least and considering he’d become your roommate about three weeks after he got out of WestView, the thought of returning to his old life had barely crossed his mind.

Being an ex-Avenger you were fairly well off, you lived alone in a two bedroom apartment in New York that you’d bought to be closer to Stark tower. Peter had nowhere to go and aside from having a spare room to offer you’d also been sort of lost in the current of the busy city with everyone you once loved in the area either dead, on the run or busy elsewhere.

While the question hadn’t crossed Peter’s mind, it had crossed yours on several occasions. He’d been staying with you for six months and the moment you realised that he was becoming one of the most important people in your life, the thought of him leaving you too weighed on your mind but at the end of the day you wanted him to feel happy. He deserved to feel happy and if going back to his reality brought him that happiness then you’d support him.

“Dunno,” he’d replied, turning to face you, chucking a handful of popcorn at you when you looked incredulous at his response, “To be honest I haven’t really thought about it, m’way too busy babysitting you anyway.” He joked, effortlessly dodging the few pieces of popcorn you attempted to throw at him.

For the last few nights, the question haunted him, but it wasn’t just the question that was bothering him. You were at the forefront of his mind as he replayed the past six months of his life which also happened to be the best six months of his life. WestView put him through hell but coming out the other side of it and meeting you felt like heaven.

He weighed up the pros and cons of returning to his native timeline. The cons: he’d have to leave you behind, he’d go back to being the loser who nobody took seriously, his talents would be downplayed and disregarded and he’d inevitably end up revisiting his lifestyle of solitude. Then there was the pros: he’d get to reunite with his pac man machine. He couldn’t manage to think up anything else.

If he stayed he’d have everything he ever wanted and needed. You’d be there and he knew you always would be, besides he couldn’t leave you knowing that you needed him. If he left who would wake you up when you had night terrors about the catastrophe that your reality was still recovering from? There would be nobody there to comfort you when you woke up from the nightmares, reliving the deaths of Natasha, Tony or Vision and the experience of being snapped out of existence? If he wasn’t there to make you laugh when you were about to cry then who would be? In his heart of hearts he knew you had a huge support system at your disposal, he’d met most of them. Even though he was well aware that Sam visited you as often as he could, that Bucky wrote you letters on a monthly basis and sometimes tagged along with Sam on his visits, that Stephen Strange appeared in your apartment whenever the urge struck him, that the literal god of thunder invited you out for beer whenever he was visiting Earth, that the little spider-kid, also named Peter, swung by your apartment at least once a week to tell you all about school and his good deeds. Despite knowing all of this and knowing all of these people loved you dearly, Peter wanted to be your main source of support, he didn’t want to be someone who came and went, who’d love you then leave you. He wanted to be with you through anything and everything and the feeling that you’d love him for a lifetime had him satisfied with the decision he was about to make.

If leaving his old life meant he could stay here, with you, and experience happiness for more than a fleeting moment then he’d simply; leave it all behind.

“I’ve been thinking about what you asked me the other night.” He spoke through a mouthful of curly fries. You were sitting in the food court of the mall when he decided to let you in on his desire to stay with you indefinitely.

You raised your eyebrow, “You? Putting thought into an answer? Peter, I think I’m starting to become a bad influence on you.” You told him teasingly, taking a long sip of your drink as he rolled his eyes humorously.

“You’re a terrible influence which is exactly why I’ve decided to stay here and put you on the straight and narrow.” The glee you felt at his statement was undeniable, your eyes lit up and your lips curled upwards.

“You’re staying? Really staying?” Your smile was contagious, Peter’s face now painted with a wide grin as he nodded his head.

In a moment of weakness he frantically added, “Y’know only if you want me to though. If you don’t that’s completely cool.” He rushed through the words, feeling more embarrassed when the fond look on your face never faded.

“Of course I want you to stay. You mean a lot to me.” You reassured him, a gentle smile on your lips as you reached across the metal table, intertwining your fingers with his.

Peter squeezed your hand gratefully, holding it in his grasp securely and allowing his smile to return to his face, “I know. You mean a lot to me too.” It was somewhat of an understatement, he was starting to understand that you didn’t just mean a lot, but that you meant everything.

His resolution lifted a huge weight off your shoulders that you wouldn’t be losing yet another best friend. You were glad he’d be with you when everything blew over with Wanda, the two of them definitely had the potential to develop a beautiful sibling relationship and they both deserved that. Of course, Peter would never replace Pietro and having known them both it was obvious just how different the two men were, the only thing they had in common being their powers and last name. Still, he and Wanda would still be able to work on it. He didn’t hate her after WestView and you knew Wanda well enough to know that she was kind hearted and she’d be more than willing to give him a chance. When she eventually comes back to her senses, that it.

As the months went on, life with you and Peter seemed to only get better. You never stopped laughing, your nightmares died down and Peter had taken on a whole new lease of life. Yourself and Peter were the perfect example of meeting the right person at the right time, you balanced each other out and accentuated the other’s good qualities.

Peter could now say with complete confidence that he was happy and what’s more is that he was finally sure that he was making someone happy.

Up until nearly eleven months of living together your relationship had been purely platonic, save for the constant flirting but flirtation pretty much ran in yours and Peter’s blood. Peter wasn’t going to lie to himself, he’d fallen for you the second you’d peeled the security tags off his stolen sunglasses.

You, on the other hand, had been fighting with yourself because yes, you love Peter but you couldn’t have told him when there was the possibility he’d eventually leave and now so much time has passed and you’ve got such a good thing going you didn’t have it in you to ruin it.

However, all of that changed when your original Maximoff best friend came knocking on your door.

Wanda was on the run. She’d caused an amazing amount of chaos but Stephen Strange and S.W.O.R.D were hot on her trail and now she needed a place to lay low with the twins. She figured there was no place more reliable to go than to the always open arms of her best friend, who conveniently had a divinity for earth magik and could muster up a protective barrier without raising suspicions. And that’s exactly where she found herself; outside your door.

You’d been chasing Peter around the apartment when you heard the knock on the door. Peter was on the opposite end of the kitchen to you, using the bar as a shield from you. “You better get that.”

“Oh you’d like that wouldn’t you?” You glared as you spoke, it was his own fault really. What sort of idiot jumpscares a witch while she’s mid-meditation? He’d frightened you so badly you accidentally blasted a ball of your signature green energy and ruined your favourite couch throw pillow. When you were ready to pounce on the scared speedster the knocks sounded again, more frantic this time.

With one last glare towards Peter you stomped towards the door. Your anger melted away completely when you saw her. Her hood was up and she looked completely exhausted, two small hooded little boys by her side.

“Wanda…” You breathed out, relief flooding your system at the sight of her alive. She didn’t get a chance to speak before your arms were pulling her against you tightly, hugging her as if your life depended on it. Wanda returned in your embrace, allowing herself to relax for the first time in nearly a year, she sniffled against your shoulder, holding back tears as she realised how much she’d truly missed you.

Billy and Tommy watched in confusion as their mother cried into your shoulder. They didn’t know who you were, all their mother had told them was that they were going somewhere safe.

It was the yell of one of the boys that caused you and Wanda to separate, “Uncle P!” With that you felt a familiar rush of air across your leg but instead of Peter appearing one of the kids was gone.

You shared a perplexed look with Wanda, although your confusion was for different reasons.

“Hey hell raisers!” Peter responded, catching the mini speedster who all but threw himself at him barely regaining his balance before the other child had flung himself into the hug.

“Wanda? Those two… are they...?” You started, at a loss for words Wanda cut you off quietly, her tone as disbelieving as yours.

“My children? Yes. Is that…?” You nodded your head numbly, anticipating the end of her question.

“Your fake brother? Yeah.” Quickly, you realised you and a wanted woman catching up with the door wide open wasn’t ideal and you ushered Wanda inside, shutting the door when she walked in.

“Hey.” Peter greeted her simply, as if he hadn’t been used as a meat puppet in her altered reality. It wasn’t in his nature to hold any grudges.

“Hi?” Wanda replied, her voice still twinged with confusion.

“Peter, will you keep an eye on the kids for a bit? Wanda and I have some catching up to do.” You asked him with a nervous laugh, just thankful that Wanda was too tired to argue with your suggestion.

Peter ruffled the boys’ hair and gave you a grin, “Only if you stop trying to kill me.”

You rolled your eyes as you began to lead Wanda into your bedroom, “You’re on probation, jerk.” You called over your shoulder.

Once you were securely in your bedroom, the door locked and sitting comfortably you fixed Wanda with an amused look, “I’d ask you what’s new but I’m not sure I even wanna know.”

Wanda gave you a sad smile while she shook her head, “No, you probably don’t. I will tell you tomorrow, I don’t want to get into it tonight. I’m so tired.” She admitted, her voice overcome with sadness.

“I’ll pump up the air mattress and you and the boys can sleep in here for however long you need. I’d offer you the spare room but that’s where Peter’s been staying and I don’t think empty food containers are the kind of decor you’d be into.” Wanda nodded, squeezing your hand gratefully.

“So his name is Peter?” She asked, curious about the man Agatha had used to trick her in WestView.

You nodded in confirmation, “Yeah. Peter Maximoff, actually.”

Wanda’s brows came to a furrow at that, “Maximoff? So he’s a relation?”

“Yes and no. Peter is from a different reality but he’s still a Maximoff and he’s got super speed. So, and this is just my theory, while you’re not directly related he could still be your brother- if you wanted him to.” You explained, as gently as you could, not trying to push her too far but to nudge the idea in her direction.

Wanda, to your surprise, didn't seem to hate the suggestion, “What is he like?”

A genuine smile made it onto your face then, as you shot into your description of your roommate, “He’s caring, funny, a little bit of a kleptomaniac but he’s working on it. He’s understanding and moronically selfless, moronic in the sense that he doesn’t even realise he’s being selfless. Huge pain in the ass too.” Wanda had a soft smile on her face by the time you’d finished.

“You like him.” Was all she said and you let out a laugh in disbelief, standing up and opening the door.

“Go grab a shower. I’ll have Peter blow up the air mattress while I go introduce myself to my god sons.”

“I thought you’d at least wait until I actually asked you.” Wanda laughed as you walked out of the room.

Things moved fairly quickly after that. As promised you introduced yourself to Billy and Tommy as their god mother, which they seemed more than thrilled about and you assumed that excitement had to do with whatever description of you Peter had given them. Wanda and the twins were all cleaned and fed and had all but collapsed into bed, foregoing the air mattress and huddling together in your double bed instead.

“Where are you sleeping, mother Teresa?” Peter teased as he noticed your eyes drooping where you stood.

“On the couch probably. Or the air mattress.” You mumbled, cutting yourself off with a yawn.

Peter, unimpressed with your options, scoffed, “No way. Come on, you can bunk with me.”

Much like Wanda, you were too tired to argue and you let Peter pull you to his, surprisingly clean, room by the hand.

You both crawled into the bed, lying close together despite the amount of empty space on the mattress.

“How are you feeling about all of this?” Your soft voice broke through the silence and Peter turned his head to look at you.

“About Wanda?” You nodded your head, watching him intently as he rolled onto his side, facing you more comfortably.

Peter shrugged lightly, “I’m feeling ok. Just glad the twins still see me as their cool uncle.” You let out a small laugh at his response.

“Wanda was asking about you. Seemed interested in getting to know the real you.” You informed him, your heartwarming as you watched a hopeful look fall across his face.

A lull settled over the room once again and Peter caught himself staring at you. His eyes drifted over every visible part of you, reminding him of most of the points on his pros list for staying in your universe; your eyes, your lashes, your nose, your lips, you.

“What’re you thinking about?” The sound of your tired voice pulled him out of his thoughts and ultimately pushed him to bite the bullet and tell you how he’s feeling. With you curled up beside him, in his bed, fighting sleep just to stay in his company for as long as you could; he knew there would be no better time.

“Just about how happy I am to be here with you.” He answered you honestly, the butterflies in both of your stomachs fluttering in sync at his words.

You trailed a hand under the duvet and onto the bedsheets between your bodies, feeling around until you found his hand and gently intertwined your fingers. “I’m happy you decided to stay.”

“What you’ve all gone through in this timeline sucks- don’t get me wrong-“ Peter started sincerely, scooting closer to you and dropping his head back down on the edge of your pillow, leaving the pair of you practically nose to nose as he went on.

“And I hate that Wanda had to go through so much… but I’m really glad that it led me to you.” Peter swore in that moment, right after the confession left his mouth, that he could die right now and be completely content knowing that you now knew how he felt.

His heart stopped, and he thought that maybe he was about to die, when you gave him the softest, sweetest smile he’d ever been on the receiving end of and whispered, “I feel the same.”

Time moved in slow motion as he felt you moving your intertwined hands towards your lips, your lips pressed gently against the back of Peter’s hand before you brought them to rest against your chest.

It was a fact to say that Peter Maximoff had never felt intimacy quite like this before. But, experiencing it now, with you, led him to wonder how he’d ever survived without it. He wasn’t sure whether it was natural to crave more, especially when the affection you were showing him was so gentle, but he didn’t care as he let the impulsive side of him take over.

Not sparing another word, Peter closed the small distance between your lips and his. His free hand cupped your jaw while yours wasted no time in getting tangled in his silver hair.

His lips moved softly and surprisingly slowly over yours and he savoured the feeling of your hand holding his while your other got lost in his hair, your body pressed up against him, the way your jaw moved against his palm as you reciprocated the movement of his lips and the taste of your lips, promising himself he’d never let the memory slip from his mind for as long as he lived.

With complete clarity, Peter could say he had felt true, genuine happiness and he had no doubt in his mind that there was absolutely nothing Charles, Hank, Scott or anyone else from his original timeline could say to make him leave this happiness behind. Because in the process of forgetting his old life, he couldn’t deny that he has undoubtedly found himself in the position of a man who had so much more to live for.

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ratanslily · 3 years

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Lover of Mine

pairing: Rafael Aveiro x f!mc (Grace Sullivan)

note: Rafael and all oph characters belong to pixelberry! Grace belongs to @inacrowdofchoices ❤️

genre: honestly i dont even know what this is, but ends with fluff.

warnings: death mention (no, there's no major character death!), some mentions of the gas leak taken place in chapter 11 (?) please dont read if you're uncomfortable with any of these topics!

summary: just a rewrite of chapter 11 and 12 but with more rafael moments!

words: 1,014+

song inspo: lover of mine by 5 seconds of summer. wanted to write it for bryce, but made more sense for rafael and i wanted to write for @inacrowdofchoices sometime so!

tagging @choicesficwriterscreations @openheartfanfics

((didn't have much time to edit sorry!))

Grace saw her life flash before her eyes as she witnessed Rafael jumping in front of her to take all the hit of the gas leaked by senator's assistant.

"RAFAEL, NO!"

but it was too late.

she had seen him on the verge of death before too, but not again, she couldn't take it anymore.

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there was only one bed.

in fiction, it seems like a really romantic concept. but in real life, in situations like this, things were far from romantic. As she sat beside a sleeping Rafael, she couldn't help but think about her feelings for him and about what they could've been if he wasn't committed to Sora. Her instinct begged her to grab him in a hug and never let him go but her mind urged against it. She stole a glance at Rafael, whose face showed the after effects of being hit by the gas, he looked exhausted and troubled. Grace tried to hold back her tears as she took in the view of him, unsure whether they both would live to survive another day.

Sure about the fact that he was sleeping, she mumbled, "i love you, Raf, so much."

To her horror, his eyes fluttered open, and he asked her if she said anything to him. Stumbling with words, she replied,

"I er, owe you, Raf. so much. You've saved me, you shouldn't have to do that, you know.."

Rafael just smiled at her, saying, "Yes I shouldn't have to do that, but I needed to. Now Grace, rest. It's going to be good for you."

He watched her lie down and couldn't help but admire her ombre red hair as they rested on the pillow. She looked so pretty, even with the swollen nose and eyes. A hint of pain was seen in her forehead as she winced in pain. Rafael wanted to gently caress her face to comfort her but he couldn't.

it was wrong, wasn't it? having feelings for her even though he was dating Sora. He tried to convince himself that he loved Sora, not Grace but no matter how many times he uttered the word "love" only pictures and memories of Grace flashed in his mind.

them dancing on the street after visiting his abuela. the pure joy reflected on her face as they tried Indian food on their night-out. her head drooping on his shoulder as she sat beside him to watch a korean drama for the millionth time in solidarity even though she was exhausted. her bringing him fast food when he was bored sick of the hospital food. her holding his hand and never making him feel less or lonely on their group hangouts at the restaurant.

so many memories together but still he chose Sora over them. Sure she was his childhood sweetheart but he felt more at ease with Grace rather than Sora. With Sora he felt like he had to try to show that they were in a relationship whereas with Grace, everything,every feeling came to him naturally.

Grace woke up to Rafael trying to drink from a glass of water and offered to help him. She saw his eyes widen in surprise as he told her that ice cold water seemed like scorching water to him. She panicked and called everyone for help. Rafael turned to her, afraid.

"Grace, I don't really know if I'm gonna make it but please, take care and I-"

he fainted before he could complete his sentence, leaving Grace devasted. Thankfully she could feel his pulse so there was a sliver of hope for him.

Bryce and others rushed to the room as she narrated the events to them. As they took him away for inspection in other room, she couldn't help but cry as Bryce pat her back comforting her.

"Bryce, I am.. scared. He doesn't look so good, and god be damned if he loses his life over saving me! If i could, I'd trade my life so that he gets to live because i sure as hell cannot exist in a world without him.." He looked at her with sympathy in his eyes, "don't worry Grace, I'm going to make sure both of you get out of here, fully healed and healthy."

and he did.

Bryce entered her room a few days later, with a big grin on his face.

"Grace, you're fully heal-"

"Is he alright?"

"Yes, he-"

Grace didn't stop for him to continue and dashed to where Rafael was transferred to. She stopped in her tracks when she heard voices coming from the room. It was Sora. She turned back to walk away when she heard,

"you still like her, am i right?"

"yes."

"im sorry, rafael its over for us. i wish you the best of luck and happiness with her"

"you too, Sora. im sorry it took so long but you deserve someone who has feelings just for you."

a few days later, Grace found herself strolling by the park with Rafael's hand in his.

they just returned from Bobby and Danny's funeral. She held his hand throughout the rituals to make sure he was coping with everything just alright.

"hey you can let go of my hand now.."

"no, nope. never."

Rafael smiled, for the first time that day.

"I'm sorry, Grace."

"hm? for..?"

"for taking so much time. I spent so much time wondering what we could be.. if i didnt ask Sora out, if i was clear with my feelings my feelings earlier.. if i had died before letting you know-"

"shh, enough of that. we're here. alive. with a fresh new second chance at life. don't you think we should appreciate the moments we've gotten together? to live each moment to the fullest? with the people we care about?"

He nodded his head in agreement and they resumed their walk together.

"by the way, i heard that."

"what?"

"your.. love confession in the room"

Grace felt her cheeks heat up out of embarassment.

"um, i-"

"and when i told you to go rest, under my breath, so quiet that even my ears couldn't hear but with my heart approving every word, I said.."

"i love you too"

#open heart #playchoices #rafael aveiro #rafael x mc #choices fic writers creations #open heart fanfiction #t fic tag

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heyyy, eonia. i’m reid, i’m twenty-three, still can’t read, and all i know about pjo is that it fucking rocks and the protag has the same learning disabilities that i do! also, i picked hypnos for this punk mainly to be mean to him and because in the hades game hypnos bullies me every time i die and i’m kiiiinda into it. hmu on discord one on one for the best plotting experience, but i’ll be around plenty to bug y’all in the gc too. you can read about bastard boy number one right here and under the cut we’ll get down to business.

⟨ ELLIOT FLETCHER. TRANS MALE. HE/HIM. ⟩ though the mist might prevent some from seeing it, AXEL EVERETT is actually a descendent of H Y P N O S. it’s still a question of whether or not the TWENTY-TWO year old VIDEO GAME DEVELOPMENT & COMBAT TACTICS MAJOR from BROOKLYN, USA has taken after their godly parent completely, but the demigod is still known to be quite WITTY & SELF-DEPRICATING.

be advised, axel’s a pretty heavy character. i’m gonna keep it brief for the bio & need-to-knows, tag around the parts with bold applicable triggers so you can skip around as needed, and tag this post accordingly, but just let me know if i miss anything and i’ll fix it & be safe reading. godspeed and i apologize in advance for bringing you all my personal punching bag as my first muse.

the main triggers that are gonna come up are: parental abuse, alcoholism * major, mentions of bullying, drowning * major, religious trauma, and drug abuse with some harder drugs ( particularly, weed, pills and cocaine / nothing with needles. )

general stats.

— full name , axel harley everett. — nicknames/alias , axe, ax, wolverine jr, tyler durden jr, trouble, Who? - every professor he’s ever had. — house, hypnos and mad about it. — age, 22, as of today. also mad about it. — gender, trans male. — pronouns, he/him. — sexual orientation, bisexual with a somewhat heavy masc lean. — d.o.b, january 1st, 1999. ( generally unknown to anyone but maybe siblings, he will probably lie and say Nobody Knows... I Just Am unless he really fucks with you. ) — hometown,

phys.

— height, 5′0ft even. furious about it. — eyes, brown. — hair, brown. — face claim, elliot fletcher.

misc.

— zodiac, capricorn. — alignment, chaotic good. — character inspo, lip gallagher, steve rogers ( young ), ellie from tlou1, logan howlett, stiles stilinski ( if anyone says shit i will scream ), probably someone from euphoria but i’m too scared to watch that, peter parker ( andrew garfield ), shinsou hitoshi, finn mertens, marceline the vampire queen, dipper pines, this is all over the place but it’s there. — most played spotify songs, passion for publication by anarbor, sober haha jk unless by hospital bracelet, nobody by mitski, class of 2013 by mitski, king princess’ cover of monster from adventure time, way too much phoebe bridgers, in love or whatever by future teens, and the entire front bottoms discography but especially in sickness & in flames with the hard way & bus beat well at the top of his loop. — aesthetics, bloody knuckles, left open and tipped over prescription bottles, walking on the carpet with socks to get that tingly feeling, skateboarding inside, dozing off at the bar, tangled legs in messy sheets, ten pillows on a twin sized mattress, laying down in the shower, brian sella’s cracky singing voice.

bio.

— axel was born and raised in brooklyn, new york, and he was claimed at thirteen, on his thirteenth birthday, by hypnos. — the day he was claimed, axel ceased contact with his human mother and his step-dad, and he attended a camp for half-bloods that wasn’t far from home. he spent his adolescence there year round for safety from monsters at home and abroad, then moved on to eonia. — ( parental abuse tw, drowning tw begin ) i don’t want to be too graphic here so i’m going to plainly say that axel’s mother was a very, very bad person, and the man she married was absent at his best, physically abusive at worst. axel’s powers ( hypnokinesis, namely ) were potent and difficult to control at a young age, and as a deeply religious catholic woman, this scared his mother and influenced most of the animosity in their relationship. she was convinced that the defensive visions he created and his ability to put her to sleep ( an attempt to help her, on his end; insomnia plagued her and later, it would him, too ) were of demonic origin, and tried to drown him more than once; cleansing, she claimed. the worst instance was the day he was claimed, actually — new years day, 2012; his life was saved by hypnos, and that was the last he saw of her. ( parental abuse tw, drowning tw end. ) — that said, he’s a little ( very ) hydrophobic. poseidon kids do NOT fucking interact ( i’m kidding. kind of. he Will avoid a little though ) — anyway! moving on. all of this aside, axel did his best to put his past behind him, and he was actually super stoked to learn that his powers came from somewhere good and that there was places out there for kids like him; to learn he wasn’t any kind of monster. ( still working on believing that, though.. marcelines monster.mp3 right here ) — he’s less stoked when he starts having trouble falling asleep, and really, it feels like a more cruel twist than any other fate has thrown at him ( his upbringing was chock full of mean twists, so that’s saying something ); and really, it’s more like insomnia just full on kicks in, but he can put other people to sleep. great, right? whatever, though — combat classes are kickass and he’s surrounded by babes that think he’s hilarious so things could be totally, way worse. — ( bullying tw (brief) ) for the most part, axel was pretty well liked among his peers. he was bullied as a young kid (pre-claim), but he bit back and he bit back hard, and sure, some of that followed him into his teen years but he’s more confident by then; less fun to poke at, and absolutely unhinged when provoked, so people learn better of it. the only real lasting effect was one instant that hit him a little too deep in the inferiority, when he was seventeen — he fell in love with a girl, told her that, and found himself at the end of a very mean spirited prank. he shook it off like he did anything else, or at least — he told himself he did, even if the hurt hit him somewhere a little too deep rooted ( ie. being god’s most unlovable son would naturally land him here, right? ) love’s kinda stupid anyways, so what the hell, right? (bullying tw end.)

— ( alcoholism tw, drug use tw begin ) this is already obscenely long so i’m just going to keep it to the point here and say he began drinking when he was sneaking booze in to camp at fifteen, and it just never stopped there. he’s also a massive stoner, which is all well, harmless and good for the most part; he’s always grinning, half-lidded, and has a room full of smoke at any given time. it’s the pills that do him in, and he did them at first just so he could get some shut eye, and... well. after that, because he’s dependent on them. but he keeps this part under wraps for the most part; it doesn’t have to be anyone’s problem but his, and it’s not a problem until it is one. partying’s fun, so is coke; so is taking a few too many xan’s, mdma. ( alcoholism tw, drug use tw end )

FUN FACTS!!!

— i swear he is not as doom and gloom as he sounds from the bio, and yeah, writing that made me so sad i feel like we absolutely must hone in on the fun and cute things about him!?! — he loves dnd. he can talk about it for HOURS and if you let him, he absolutely will. — adventure time makes him cry. he’s a baby don’t let him fool you. — very into cryptids, aliens, horror stories, conspiracy theories, in love with ryan from watcher, wanna be shane medej. — he loves to draw! the one thing he loves about his power is what it’s done for his imagination, and sure, he mostly draws horror things, but it’s why he went into video game development. he wants to be a concept artist. — his double major is in combat tactics because he loves fighting. he thinks it’s so fun. he’s a little nuts, actually — i mean, get hit in the face and come up grinning. all he’s ever wanted is to run a fight club and be the shortest, baddest little bitch on the planet. — he tends to nod off in weird places because he doesn’t sleep enough at night, which is sad, but; he can seriously fall asleep anywhere. standing up, in a tree, you name it. — he’s a hobby musician! he loves singing and playing guitar. — he’s a huge flirt. — loves to scare people. he’s harmless, though. like, honestly. he might make you think you’re seeing a walking toadstool but he’ll probably apologize later. — he’s very much a singing in the shower type? — clothes thief. friends and significant others beware. — actually, just kind of a thief? but of weird, little things. like, just the left shoe. puts them in a little corner in his room that he has set up like an exhibit. “things you thought you lost lol” is written on the whiteboard on the wall above it. he likes collecting rocks too. he’s a little freak!! — he’s better at the memory retrieval part of his power than the rest. naturally, as this mostly applies for other people.

WANTED CONNECTIONS. im literally so tired of hearing myself talk...

friends/squad. self explanatory!!! he’s friendly, a class clown, and a loyal friend through and through; he’s also adaptable, and his demeanor is very relaxed and inviting. he’s probably gonna have 2-3 people that he’s really close with, and he’d do quite literally anything for them. seriously, don’t tempt him. a best friend. so this is kind of vague but. i’d really love for him to have one person that is just a tier above the rest? they’d know things about him that are like pulling teeth to find out ( aka, anything deeper than his most recommended podcasts and loudmouth opinions on non important things ), someone who will call him on his shit, and maybe take care of his stupid little self when he gets too fucked up, because they’d be someone he trusts enough to let them. enemies? he probably gets along with most people until given a reason not to? but he is a loud mouth and if one of his friends gets into drama, he will stick his nose where it doesn’t belong and he will throw hands, so it could happen.

harmless rivalries. maybe even steamy ones. he’s a little shit and he likes banter so, so, so much? if given the opportunity and if someone rubs him a certain type of way, he’s so not above being a menace, although never super maliciously. just, you know, annoying the shit out of them on purpose, for fun. he’s also not above blowing a few kisses their way.

current hookups. self explanatory too. he’s a little harlot. HFBHVFNJ. it’s gonna be kinda hard to go beyond sex with him because he’s very deep in his own insecurity but he does catch feelings, he’s just mad about it when he does. i’m mostly gonna go off chem for that though! an ex. could be on friendly terms? but, it should be noted that he could’ve ghosted someone too; or pulled from the relationship when things got serious and he couldn’t choke out that ‘i love you’, even if he felt it. worse, if he did choke it out, but they didn’t feel the same way. siblings. hypnos kids he is gonna be so protective of all of u... family is hard for axel, i’m ngl, but he really wants one is the tragedy of it all, i guess? so he just really wants to be a good brother. he thinks hypnos is kind of a dick for making him but he tries not to fault him for his existence. fuck u dad i dont wanna be alive feels a little unfair. HDBHFDSJ. anyways he’s a good brother even if he is absolutely so reckless and terrifying in regards to himself but his siblings. his siblings he will do anything for. ALSO!!! FOUND FAMILY!!!! it would be kinda nice if he bonded with someone a little older maybe, could be outside of the hypnos house even, someone he’s kind of a bratty-little-brother type with.... or bratty older brother that takes your things and makes you laugh, y’know.

PERSONALITY. just tacking this part of the app on at the end too to highlight parts that i think are important for understanding who he is, and just so it’s all in one place!

toothy grins, half-lidded eyes, and keepin’ them laughing is what it’s all about, baby. axel walks with more confidence in his posture than he’s earned ( or claimed, for that matter ), and it’s the backbone of what gets him by. he’s a glowing example of the fake it ‘til you make it mentality, and he knows what he wants, usually how to get it, and doesn’t mind letting you know that. there’s an ever present mischievous glint in his eyes that says more about what to expect from him than he does, and that’s still not much? he likes to have fun, and there isn’t a whole lot of regard for righteousness or responsibility on his end, but hey! it’s usually only ever at his own expense, so what’s the damage? he’s an absolute clown and he knows it.

axel loves people. he does — you might not guess that with how elusive he is, but it’s true. there’s nothing he likes more than a good conversation with someone interesting, or maybe not even then; if there’s a sparkle in you, he’ll see it. ( might even draw it, not that you’d ever know. ) he’s warm, loyal, compassionate, relaxed, and understanding; and none of that is at the cost of being passive, or lacking passion.

as long as the vibes are right, he’s happy to just be; though, he’s known to have a fuse for certain provocations, and will jump readily at chance to fight in someone else’s honor. also, it’s not unlike him to spar for the sake of sparring; but that’s all in good fun, no worries.

there’s no way to sugarcoat it — axel has an inferiority complex. where that stems from is something he’s more self-aware of than he’s willing to admit, but he doesn’t have the patience or the will to dissect it; much less do anything about it, and he’s as bull-headed as they come — especially regarding anything related to the psyche. how much this impacts his demeanor and relationships with others varies on the situation, but one constant is that he’s going to retreat before things get bad; even if ‘things are getting bad’ exists only as his own paranoia-born hypothetical.

things can’t go bad if you don’t let them, and he’s content to keep it that way; even if it means being stuck in the stasis of missed opportunities. it’s when he’s retreating into himself that he can get irritable, anxious, jumpy; secretive, defensive, even. he’s personable until he isn’t, essentially.

#euintro #ik elliots like 5'7 but i've never let this kid be taller than me and i will not start now #parental abuse tw #bullying tw #drug use tw #alcoholism tw #drowning tw #religious trauma tw #jesus christ whats wrong with me #anyway who wants him #Because I Dont #anyway im not fucking proofreading it JBFGHBFJFBDJSKNMA im so sorry this is a monster in length

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satoruvt · 5 years

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clueless

i dont know if confessing your love counts as “flirting” but we’re goin w it anyways

pairing → bakugou katsuki x reader

word count → 1074

request → Can I please have 13. “Are you flirting with me?” “You finally noticed?” with Bakugou? I'm not sure if you'll see this bc I've sent some messages on anon before, telling u how much I loved reading ur works, but I don't think u got them. Anyway, you're an amazing writer and I look forward to reading more from u!! Thank u very much for sharing ur works with us and opening ur requests 💚

song inspo → the kids aren’t alright by fall out boy

Weeks. It’s been weeks of you complimenting Bakugou to no end, making playful banter with him, initiating the slightest form of physical contact. And he’s so fucking oblivious that he doesn’t notice. You’re practically throwing yourself at him.

Kirishima, having taken the place of your wingman, had told you a while back that Bakugou was more than interested in you - or, at least, as interested as Bakugou could be. You knew Kirishima wouldn’t lie to you so you started subtly - comments of “you looked good out there!” when he got back from class battles, asking if he wanted to hang out. A week had passed with no response, so you decided maybe you just needed to be a little more… extroverted with your attempts.

At this point, you’re not even sure if wearing a shirt that said “date me, Bakugou” would catch his attention. Why did you have to like someone so dense when it comes to romance?

“I don’t know what to do anymore, Eijirou,” you groan, laying with your back on the floor and your legs over your bed. “He’s so clueless! I’m honestly thinking of asking Kaminari for some of his stupid pick up lines.”

Kirishima offers you a sympathetic smile, sitting cross-legged on your floor. “Honestly, I think all you can do is just tell ‘im how you feel.”

“I don’t even know if that would work.”

He snickers, and you sit yourself upright, climbing over yourself to gather his hands in yours. “Help me, oh faithful wingman,” you plead, earning a laugh in return.

“Aren’t you guys supposed to go get party supplies?” Kirishima asks, and you furrow your brows for second. He raises an eyebrow at you. “For the surprise party we’re throwing for Sero. His birthday’s in, like, five days, dude. We assigned roles for the party weeks ago.”

Shit, he’s right.

“Anyways,” he continues, and you start to see where he’s going with this. “While you’re out, why don’t you just tell him?”

The initial embarrassment of coming to terms with your feelings has long vanished, and that confidence mixed with the desperation to get Bakugou to notice that you’re actually flirting with him… straight up saying it doesn’t sound as bad as it did a few weeks ago.

“You’re a genius, Eiji.”

“Not really, I failed my exams.”

By the time you manage to convince Bakugou to shop for the party supplies with you, it’s early evening. The sky melts from cooler hues to red and orange and yellow, illuminating Bakugou’s face in honey. You kind of hate to admit it, but he’s really pretty, and you trip over yourself a few times instead of watching where you’re going.

“What the hell are you staring at me for?” Bakugou asks, and you blink into you world again.

“Nothing,” you reply, then, with a smile, “you just look really good right now.”

He doesn’t say anything - not even a blush. God dammit. You sigh, paying more attention to where you’re walking. There’s a dollar store only a few blocks away from the dorms, so you decided to walk there. The air is cooling as the sun goes down.

When you step into the store, it’s almost completely empty, save for a few people here and there. A few kids run around aimlessly, playing with toys their parents haven’t bought yet. The sight makes you smile, even if they’re being a little disruptive.

You grab a cart and Bakugou leads the way to the party aisle, which is full of multi-colored decorations. Plates, some stupid party hats, a few confetti poppers...

“What colors should we get?” You ask, leaning on the cart. “Should we just stick to, like, his costume colors? Orange, black, white?”

You expect a snarky comment back, but when you look at him from the shelf in front of you, Bakugou’s staring at something else. You furrow your brows, but then you notice that it’s All Might - tacky party decorations, sure, but that’s definitely him. You’re about to tease him softly about it, but when you actually pay attention you notice the starstruck look in his eyes and oh, did it get a little bit hotter?

It’s now or never, your mind sings to you, and before you know it you’re speaking.

“Hey, Bakugou.”

“What?”

The words fall off your tongue like honey, smooth and true, and you’re surprised that you’re just that smitten for him. “I really like you.”

He meets your eyes and you see his face go pink, and then your face is suddenly getting hot and you don’t even have it in you to stammer an excuse out, only going silent and looking down at your shoes.

“Are you… are you flirting with me?”

You blink, looking back up at him. “You finally noticed?”

“What do you mean finally?”

“I’ve been flirting with you for weeks now!” You exclaim, and Bakugou only stares at you. Your voice softens when you speak again. “I’ve liked you for weeks now.”

“Oh,” is all he says, and a spike of anxiety strikes through you as you think about whether or not he feels the same. He’s silent, now, but you can still see the blush over his face. You figure you shouldn’t rush him abut it, and instead gather up all the decorations you need for the party. Neither of you speak, even through the check out.

“So, um,” you begin, fidgeting with the plastic bag in your hands. The sun’s completely gone down, now, casting shadows in every corner. Your footsteps are light, uneven with Bakugou’s as you walk. You stare straight ahead, too nervous to look directly at him. “Do you… feel the same? Do you like me too?”

A beat of silence passes and then you finally will yourself to look at Bakugou, and he quickly hides his face from you once he notices, walking a little bit ahead of you. His voice is as loud as ever, clear and to-the-point, but there’s something different about it. It’s warmer, almost.

“...That’s a given, isn’t it?” He says, and looks back at you over his shoulder. “I wouldn’t have spent time with you if I didn’t feel the same.”

A dreamy smile finds its place on your lips, and Bakugou turns back to look ahead. You walk an extra few steps to catch up with him, warmth spreading through your chest when you grab his hand and he doesn’t pull away.

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virtutiae · 4 years

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⌠ RUDY PANKOW, 23, CISMALE, HE/HIM⌡ welcome back to gallagher academy, ALEXANDER MUELLER! according to their records, they’re a THIRD year, specializing in “MACGYVER” SURVIVAL SKILLS & NAVIGATION + COVERT OPERATIONS; and they DID NOT go to a spy prep high school. when i see them walking around in the halls, i usually see a flash of ( chunky gold rings adorning their fingers, mess of blond hair, confident steps and fake smiles ). when it’s the (leo)’s birthday on 7/27/1997, they always request their BACON CHEESEBURGER & FRIES from the school’s chefs. looks like they’re well on their way to graduation.

hello everyone! i’m yadira, i used to play a bunch of characters but i sucked at time management so i had to leave, but i’m back! this is alex, he is a character i thought about one night when i couldn’t sleep. it’ll be obvious what my main inspo was, but i hope y’all like him. feel free to message me on discord or im me for plots, i will try my best.

STATISTICS

FULL NAME: ALEXANDER ‘ALEX’ MUELLER

AGE: Twenty-Three

DATE OF BIRTH: July 27,1997

PLACE OF BIRTH: Las Vegas, Nevada

GENDER: Cisgender Male

PRONOUNS: He/him

SEXUAL ORIENTATION: Doesn’t know / anything that breathes

RELIGION: Agnostic

ATTRIBUTES

HEIGHT: 5'11

WEIGHT: 165 lbs

HAIR COLOUR: Blond

EYE COLOUR: Blue

TATTOOS: None

PIERCINGS: None

SCARS: Small scar on his knee from being a child

BODY TYPE: Athletic

PHYSICAL HEALTH: Healthy

alexander mueller was born to two loving parents , who just so happened to be con artists. he was born in las vegas where his parents made most of their cons to gamblers , but moved around various states when he was born evading the authorities. however, without his father’s knowledge his mother got into trouble with the authorities where she attempted to evade them but was killed when alex was only about one. his father had made alex and himself passports and moved permanently to belgium where he began to construct ‘ the big plan ‘. his father never actually told him what the big plan was , until much later.

their life in belgium wasn’t anything extra ordinary , his dad was pulling in money by conning and began to teach alex how to fake cashier’s checks and other things at a very young age. after all , no one suspects a child of forgery. alex went to regular public school , but was a very fast learner , but was kind of lazy. when he was about six he could remember weird people coming and going from their small home , they were always nice to him but he got curious. he was pretty handy with a bobby pin ( you would think that a con artist would be handier ) but alex finally got to see the beginnings of the big plan and he was all in , but his dad didn’t know.

alex was well liked in the city he lived in , he fit right in as a child , but as he started to grow up and began to get more involved with his father’s plan he began to rebel more. his father would play the honorable father who would pretend to discipline alex but pretty much let him roam free. alex even formed a band with a couple of people from his school when he was about fourteen , they were pretty well known around belgium and had a few international listeners. ( their best hit was a cover was baby one more time by bowling for soup , if you know you know )

the big plan was to rob the federal reserve of belgium ( can you tell where i got my inspo ? ). this plan was to take place when alex was 20 , alex was to attend college for about two years , get an internship at the reserve to see its inner workings. which he accomplished , his father made sure to finally include alex in the inner workings as young as 14 so he could keep his grades up but not drive too much attention to his name --- despite his growing ‘ fame ‘ because of his band which he named something angsty like cool strife or something like that.

the heist started on a wednesday morning , his father didn’t want to deal with a large number of people. his father also didn’t let anyone know alex was his father --- for his safety and assigned everyone roman gods and goddess names his own being jupiter and alex’s being mercury. things went smoothly and not so smoothly , but they all managed to get out relatively safely with millions of dollars split between the six of them and they left to different parts of the world. alex and his father ended up in argentina and they were there for a couple of months before alex got cocky and interpol began to track him having comprised a timeline of the happenings , too many coinsedences. as soon as alex began to feel watched , he hid the money in the dark of night and was arrested that night and much to his surprise his father had already escaped.

alex was ‘ questioned ‘ for several days straight , but the united states wanted to take him to trial in the states because he is a us citizen. he was tried and found guilty of too many charges to count. before being taken to folsom state prison he was approached by an agent , a recruiter for blackthorne heavily impressed with his skills --- they had been watching the heist from his father’s monitors. alex called bullshit and literally spit in their face enraged at the offer from any form of authority. however , folsom was not kind to him and he only lasted a month before using his one call a month to contact the agent once more and he finally went to blackthorne --- and hated it.

quick facts:

he’s a leo --- do i need to say more? he’s actually really chill , but is also a little shit raised by a con artist so he knows how to please people.

loves to sing a little too loudly in the shower and play air guitar.

has new found respect for johnny cash since his stint in folsom.

he has major hoe vibez, i feel it

has a very quick mind, almost has eidetic memory but also forgets to take his daily vitamins do i don’t know how that would work

he’s not mad at his dad, he loves him with all his heart, has no problems with loving people --- he just doesn’t want to, he thinks he’s too young

but also has commitment issues and an identity crisis almost every month.

the heist he was involved in and his capture was really big internationally and only relatively big in the u.s so someone is bound to recognize him

connections:

someone who knows him from the germany area or outide , he did travel a lot before he hit 20

someone ( an encryption major ) who he is using to try and find his dad

fwb

someone’s parent / alumni who helped in his capture

someone who befriends him trying to get some of the money he hid

someone who listened to his music / went to one of his shows

blackthorne best bud

gallagher best bud

#gallagher:intro #i still have no photoshop skills #death tw #drugs tw #prison tw #it got long and complicated

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ughthatimagineblog · 6 years

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thestrals

harry potter x slytherin!reader

warnings: a mother’s death

word count: 2375

a/n: honestly this took 5ever to write and im so sorry but also ngl i had small inspo and motivation to write since i was sick for a week and have been catching up w school. i hope you like it though!

You could feel the chill of the dungeon floor rise through your shoes and make your toes cold. You loved being a Slytherin, however you could stand a more ideal house location.

Draco obviously didn’t mind, you noted while you entered the commons with your close friend at your side. He inhaled deeply, a large grin on his face. “Can you smell that? That’s the smell of justice.” He said, satisfied. You set your books down nearby and began fidgeting. “What do you mean?” You asked. “Now that Umbridge is in charge of everything, I’m sure Potter won’t be getting away with anymore of his nonsense.” He said bitterly and you scratched the back of your neck. A week ago, there were about twenty plus students who all met in the room of requirement. Hermione founded the group and Harry, Draco’s ‘sworn enemy’. To you it was all frankly rubbish.

You personally liked Harry, but would be damned to ever say anything like it out loud. You’d pretty much be banned from the Slytherin house.

So you kept quiet, adjusted your tie and nodded along with whatever Draco said. It paid to have connections and you couldn’t lose your connection to Draco.

Under any circumstances.

Days grew longer under Umbridge’s reign and sometimes you’d be on your way to the Room of Requirement when you’d see children walking down the halls, leaving detention. They were rubbing their hands, holding them close to their heart and you would wince.

Umbridge had a cursed pen that whatever you wrote would appear and etch scars into your skin. It make your skin hurt just by seeing the aftermath and your heart dropped at the thought of Umbridge catching you and your shenanigans with Harry.

Arriving at the room with everyone else, roll was taken and Harry would introduce what you were all learning today.

You, from the looks of it, were the only Slytherin in the army and it made you feel small. You tried to ignore the feeling as Harry made his way to the center of the room.

“Today we will be learning to cast a patronus.”

He said simply and he demonstrated. The spell was one you’d studied before and expected it to be a fairly easy task.

Mentally preparing yourself, you readied your wand trying to ignore watching eyes around you.

Your first two attempts at casting the charm there was no luck whatsoever. You felt someone come up behind you and jumped.

“Harry.” You breathed, recovering from the scare.

“Sorry.” He apologized and you smiled. “I think it’s really brave of you to be here. With Draco and all.” He spoke and you noticed a small hint of a blush on his cheeks.

When you only smiled and nodded as a thank you, he cleared his throat. “Would you like some help casting the spell?” He asked and you nodded shyly.

He smiled. “Think of your happiest memory. Let the image in your brain flood you with emotion. Good emotion. And feel that while casting.”

He advised and you nodded.

You thought back to a childhood you knew long ago. Your mother and you playing in the front yard. She was happy. You were happier.

“Expecto Patronum.” You said firmly but quietly and blue formed out of your wand.

“That’s brilliant! Keep focus!” Harry encouraged, which only made the happy feeling in your heart grow.

A figure started to form from the color and it finally took full shape. A thestral.

The patronus lasted maybe less than three seconds, but you dropped your wand. That was not a creature you expected to see.

“It’s time to go, she’s gone now.” Your father harshly pulled on your sleeve. You were eleven.

“No! She’s not gone! How dare you say that about her!” You cried. It was raining and mud was beginning to soak the both of your feet.

“She’s gone now, Y/N. It’s time.”

Your father was dragging you away from your mother's grave. For the next year he acted like she never even existed. Like her death was an event to walk over. She was buried outside of a family home now untouched due to historical reasons, it had been there so long. The ominous trees that surrounded the cabin. The things lurking in the trees.

You saw them. Boney like creatures that looked like they’d been sick for days. When you’d mention them to your father he’d tell you they were mythical and only few people saw them.

People who saw death saw them.

You could never understand why your father didn’t see them. He had seen your mother. And that was ‘death’ enough. Once you were old enough, however, you learned he never saw because he never wanted to believe she was truly gone, much like you at a younger age. He was a closed off man and he shut himself off from the wizarding world and all it had to offer, only opening himself back up on your twelfth birthday when your letter from Hogwarts came.

From the day your mother died to now, these creatures, these Thestrals, followed you around like shadows. You associated them with horrible things and were absolutely terrified when it appeared.

Your flashback was soon over and you noticed the stares everyone was giving you. Quickly, you picked up your wand and excused yourself with tears brimming your eyes.

You cried for an hour before Harry found you in one of the abandoned girls bathrooms on the sixth floor.

“Is everything alright?” He asked. You sniffed and nodded.

“Yes of course, I’m sorry-“

“I’m sorry if I offended you. And I’m sorry for making you cast that spell.” Harry quickly apologized.

You looked at him with both admiration and confusion. “Harry, why are you sorry? You were helping me improve and it’s my fault I left. Thestrals are just associated with a bad memory and was unexpected.” You explained.

He joined you, leaning against the sink.

“Would you like to talk about it?” He offered and you shrugged. “Not much to talk about. My mom died when I was eleven and since that day I’ve been seeing the boney creatures everywhere. Going to this school has given me a break but when I head home for Christmas I’m sure I’ll see them again, that’s all.”

Harry turned to you. “I’m so sorry about your mum.” He apologized and you waved him off. “You’ve been through worse so it’s all right.” You laughed, wiping a tear from your own eye. You felt a hand on your shoulder.

“I’m serious, Y/N, I truly am sorry. I know what it’s like and you know that. But if it’s any condolence at all, Thestrals are meant to be creatures of happiness. They look dreadful but they’re also misunderstood. They are quite gentle and can tell friend from foe. If you’re foe, they’ll attack and from what I’ve heard, these Thestrals where you live see you as friend.” Harry spoke and you looked away from him, giving it thought.

“Maybe I don’t have to be afraid.” You muttered.

“Not anymore.” Harry whispered and you looked at him. You noticed how small of space there was between you.

You felt Harry’s hand on your arm and noted he hadn’t taken it away. It sent sparks through you.

You were almost going to lean in closer when Umbridge’s shrill voice sounded throughout the halls, causing the two of you to jump.

“All students should be in their respective house locations in five minutes. Anyone out after curfew will receive immediate detention.”

You looked at Harry and he looked back.

“I should. . .” He said awkwardly and you nodded. “Yeah, me too.” You said and you both walked out of the bathroom door and parted at the staircase.

Today left your head spinning and while you were lying awake in your dorm bed, you couldn’t help but touch the space on your arm. If Draco knew you had a crush on Harry Potter. . .

You had practice for O.W.L.S today and you were not looking forward to it. In the recent weeks, the weeks following your patronus incident, Harry had been avoiding you. At first you thought it was involuntary, but when it came time for meeting in the Room, he never made eye contact and when he did he looked away. Maybe he thinks I’m too odd now. You thought to yourself. It began to make you angry. You had shared a very personal part of your life with him and now he was ignoring you. Without any explanation at all. You were even more disappointed when you noticed the redhead and two brunettes at the front of your classroom. Even still, you took your seat, not breaking eye contact with the back of Harry’s head. When Umbridge decided it was time to begin, she was serious. There would be no talking, no communication of any sort, looking at one another, poking prodding or fooling about and no cheating. You all agreed and your practice session began. Barely twenty minutes later you heard snickers from the front of the class. Your stomach sank when you noticed it was Ron and Harry. You figured they were both idiots but you thought they were smarter than this. Umbridge was quick to act.

“Mr. Potter and Mr. Weasley. I thought we all agreed not to speak or communicate and here I see the two of you laughing away. I assume the two of you found something amusing amongst yourself. Detention. B-”

“It was me.” You spoke up. Everyone’s head turned to you. You were angry at Harry, sure, but you still cared about him a lot more than you gave yourself credit for and you couldn’t help but stand up and protect him when you saw fit.

“What?” Her shrill voice asked. “It was me. I made them laugh.” You announced and Umbridge turned her body to you. “And how so?” She inquired and Harry looked ready to jump out of his seat to stop Umbridge as she made her way over to you. By the time she got to you, you already had something in mind. “Easy. I transformed your appearance about six times in the past twenty appearance. You look fantastic with an elephant trunk, by the way.” You said as loudly, and as proudly, as you could without fear. Her face grew red and her high pitched voice nearly shrieked. “Detention!”

You tapped your foot anxiously while the sound of kittens surrounded your ears. You thought that with the pink and comfort-y air about the room you’d be calm. But in reality, you would have been more calm if you were being sent off to Azkaban.

“Miss Y/N. I need you to write something for me.” You cringed. With her special quill. You’d heard the stories and absolutely none of them were pretty. You’d seen the damage.

“Can’t I just scrub floors?” You tried, bravely but to no avail. Her hand came down on the desk with a loud smack.

“Absolutely not. You will write ‘I must respect my superiors.’ with my quill. You will write it until you understand it.”

You looked up to the frog-faced woman, your mouth in a tight line, preparing to endure more than just an hour in detention. Your hands burned. They hurt. They were cut and scraped and somewhat bruised in small places.

Returning to class was nothing easy.

You had potions.

Your lab partner was Neville and he had agreed to not touch anything. Which in any other case would have been helpful. But today it was not. You saw Harry across the room. You took a beating for him and he had the nerve to ignore you still. You managed the most angry look you could muster when he looked back at you.

When class started you felt useless. You would try to pick up utensils and bottles alike but they would either fall or you couldn’t get them two inches above the table. Your hand was burning so badly to the point it was effecting your school work. You didn’t bother waiting for Snape to come by and look at your unfinished work. Lucky for you, you were a Slytherin. Which meant Snape favored you.

He allowed you to be excused and you almost ran out of the room, failing to not catch Harry’s attention. It wasn’t until after class when Harry joined you in the bathroom. He found you curled up in one of the stalls, sobbing.

When you noticed his presence you couldn't help but sneer and feel your heart skip all at once. His blue eyes were so damn hard to get out of your head. “What do you want, Potter?” You sneered and he looked sorry. “I know you’re mad but I’m here to help.” “And what? Run away again?” You asked, bitterly, going to wipe your nose. “I know i've been ignoring you and I’m sorry. It’s just. . . I have been feeling things for you I know Draco would not be fond of.”

“Well believe me, as of late I haven’t told Draco much.” You laughed. Keeping the DA a secret from your best friend had been extremely hard. And now you were hiding feelings from him.

“I have feelings for you. And I’m unsure of how to deal with them.” Harry fessed and your heart stopped. He what?

“Harry. Don't play around.”

“I'm not. I'm sorry for avoiding you. I know the burns sting. Look, I have my own.” He showed his hands which had scars on them. “It goes away after a day and can be treated with a small healing spell.” He offered, taking your hand in his gently.

“I know I’ve been avoiding you and I regret it greatly. I want something with you and if you’re willing. . . Well, I hope you want that too.” He said quietly and you smiled. He had been ignoring you due to mixed feelings. Your heart felt on fire. You smiled and nodded.

That night, you managed to sneak into the Gryffindor boys dorm and spend the night having Harry take care of you. It was quite the beginning of a interesting relationship.

i hope you liked it! @lupinlys

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i got myself tagged by @ilyatath and @fmlforeverwrites and its taken me so long to do this bc im trash but hye ho here i am!!!

rules: answer these 85 statements and tag 20 people. yeah im not even gonna get close to 20 people and i have a feeling that some of you have already done this but oh well @asharadaynes @tooextremeforlouisiana @aaron-burrsir @kreacherwrites @kryptxns @opalcscent @beccabec876 @mynameismelodypond and if any of y’all who ain’t tagged wanna do this then be my guest

the last

1. drink: strawberry and kiwi squash which honestly tastes a surprising amount like nondescript punch

2. phone call: i don’t make phone calls but i guess when my auntie called last week to check one of the boxes she was storing here??????

3. text message: last general message was to an rp partner this morning lmao bc i wanted to hurt her w ship inspo

4. song you listened to: lost boy by ruth b i think????

5. time you cried: months ago idk like it could legit be 2 or 18 months ago i have no idea

6. dated someone twice: u presume me to have dated someone once

7. kissed someone and regretted it: regret can be avoided if u never do the thing in the first place

8. been cheated on: u can’t get cheated on if u never dated in the first place

9. lost someone special: as long as ghosting on friends doesn’t count then this is a hard no

10. been depressed: yeaaaahhhhh the apathy’s still w me even outside of the severe episodes

11. gotten drunk and thrown up: surprisingly enough ive never actually reached this point before even beer olympics wasnt as dicey as id expected

3 favourite colours

12. dark reds (like burgundy, maroon or crimson)

13. black like my soul

14. idek black and red or my go to faves maybe dark purples/blues??????

in the last year have you

15. made new friends: yeah yeah yeah going to america kinda meant i had to lmao

16. fallen out of love: im gonna say no but this is a massive probably

17. laughed until you cried: i dont think so????? but idk maybe

18. found out someone was talking about you: nah i dont think so im too boring to be talked about

19. met someone who changed you: im gonna say yeah, im probs gonna say this a lot but going to america was hella good and it was p hard not to be changed by all the stuff over there

20. found out who your friends are: sorta yes sorta no idk let me be a cryptid in peace

21. kissed someone on your Facebook list: i. have. never. been. kissed.

general

22. how many of your Facebook friends do you know in real life: most of them i think idk i should probs clear some of those dicks out

23. do you have any pets: unfortunately no but i want a fucking cat when im older

24. do you want to change your name: not really nah. it’s basic but its mine and i kinda like it but if u use the wrong form of my name for our friendship level then i will feel uncomfy

25. what did you do for your last birthday: packed up all my shit then chilled w my friends and played mario kart

26. what time did you wake up: around 9 i think???? i dont do well w remembering shit

27. what were you doing at midnight last night: im p sure i was sorting out my inventory in da:i, idk i was deffo doing inquisition shit then

28. name something you can’t wait for: the last jedi to come out. gimme fucking force sensitive finn!!! make jedistormpilot canon u cowards!!!!!

29. when was the last time you saw your mom: an hour or so ago. she’s around and hovering and i just want her to go

31. what are you listening to right now: the goldbergs is on in the background rn but im not actively paying attention

32. have you ever talked to a person named tom: i mean it felt like there were three dozen different toms back at school so yeah

33. something that is getting on your nerves: my parent’s constantly hanging around, the dread thought that my sister is coming home in around an week and i will get no peace

34. most visited website: this blue hellsite

35. hair colour: brown

36. long or short hair: it’s kinda long but it really doesn’t look like it lmao

37. do you have a crush on someone: not really?????? idk emotions are weird fucking things

38. what do you like about yourself: i mean i tend to refuse to back down on most things so i guess dedication is a way to make that sound positive??????

39. piercings: honestly i dont think i could ever get a piercing they weird me out for myself they say as they have a tattoo and are planning like half a dozen more

40. blood type: o+ which i guess is a pretty versatile type

41. nickname: no-one actually calls me this but my fave for me would just be d. the single letter by itself. and it absolutely has to be in lowercase people do also often call me dan and sometimes danny but none of them are at the right friend level and it is a Bad

42. relationship status: single as a pringle for 20 solitary years

43. zodiac: taurus. i was also born in the year of the ox so rip anyone who tries to argue w me

44. pronouns: they/them pls n thnx

45. favourite tv show: i watch like a million different shows and they are all trash but rn my fave is probs coach trip and i hate that most u have never seen it and dont know how much fun it is

46. tattoos: i got a geometric heart on my chest and im planning so many more pls message me about it so i can gush about it to someone

47. right or left handed: right like any good god-fearing person who is not influenced by the devil and witchcraft

48. surgery: ive never had surgery myself and i hope i never will (unless it’s for organ donation)

50. sport: i row, not well but to a vaguely competitive standard and i enjoy it even though my hands are llike permanently callused now

51. vacation: my last one was to boston for a week after the academic year ended but going to mexico over easter was gr9 too

52. pair of trainers: if we’re talking actual proper trainers then ive only got one pair from decathlon but i do have some hella nice vans which i got for p cheap

GENERAL

53. eating: food is good. and not to be stereotypical but chicken is the best. esp rice and peas and chicken. also carbs. there is no such things as too much carbs. the media is lying to you

54. drinking: rum. it might be a bad thing that my first thought was to go to alcohol but idc im a mess

55. I’m about to: idk probs play some more inquisition

56. waiting for: my motivation to return from the war?????? to finish studying so i can move out of my parents’ house and steadily become the family’s queer cryptid

57. want: my parents to shut up and leave me alone. not gonna happen tho

58. get married: yes ofc i do im a fucking romantic mess bicth lemme indulge my fantasies

59. career: philosopher lmao. i get paid to sit around and bullshit all day what could be better

WHICH IS BETTER

60. hugs or kisses: ofc hugs are better lmao they’re just like !!!!! hug me all day idc

61. lips or eyes: eyes ofc, eyes are soft and pure. gimme those fucking eyes

62. shorter or taller: honestly i love me a good height difference either way but like ideally she’d be taller but im like 6′0 on a good day and i have to keep reminding myself that’s kinda tol so taller is unlikely rip me

63. older or younger: idgaf tbh but im amongst the youngest most of the places i go so younger would be nice i guess lmao

64. nice arms or nice stomach: umm idk both are nice and give good #aesthetics but i gotta agree w ilyatath and say goodlegs are the best plus good legs basically ensure a good ass

65. hookup or relationship: i told u im a fucking romantic gimme them sweet ass relationships. make me know that im special and important to u

66. troublemaker or hesitant: honestly hesitant but if my friends are causing trouble bet ur ass imma be there tagging along

HAVE YOU EVER:

67. kissed a stranger: im p sure y’all can guess the answer to this by now lmao

68. drank hard liquor: it’s not a real drink unless there’s liquor in it

69. lost glasses/contact lenses: one time i lost a pair of glasses the same day i got them

70. turned someone down: nah this has never happened to me

71. sex on the first date: ive never kissed someone, what else do u think i haven’t done.......

73. had your heart broken: yeah no this hasn’t happened. not properly anyway. like i said, feelings are weird

74. been arrested: it’s not a crime if u dont get caught

75. cried when someone died: nah ive never been close enough to anyone i knew who died

76. fallen for a friend: sorta yes sorta no im weird feelings are odd and my life is a mess

DO YOU BELIEVE IN:

77. yourself: i wanna say yes but kinda no my self confidence also needs to return from war

78. miracles: i wanna say i do but im not sure the universe is a fundamentaly chaotic system so i guess weird shit deffo could happen

79. love at first sight: i think some people can get it but i doubt for me and most people will probs have to work for it

80. santa claus: nah that man’s a scam

81. kiss on the first date: if u wanna kiss on the first date then fucking do it!!!!! dont let life hold u back!! dont let ur dreams be memes!!!!! u take their face anfd fucking kiss it!!!!

82. angels: eeehhhhhhhhh probs not

OTHER:

84. eye colour: brown. kinda darker brown than my hair but still brown

85. favourite movie: Captain America: The Winter Soldier (2014) directed by Joe Russo and Anthony Russo

#text #they speak #my life #fuck this took longer than i was expecting #but here it is #marvel at the mess that is my life #food tw #alcohol tw

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