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While a were searching for yoko x reader i found your blog, it seems people forget about her! And I'm so thirsty for her, so if you want could you write something for yoko x fem reader?

Thanks and have a great day!

(Sorry is there are any mistakes english isn't my first language).

LIFE LINE

Reader is depressed due to her mother figure, Miss Weems being stabbed with the nightshade needle, Weems is in hospital but presumed dead by poor y/n, yoko being y/n’s girlfriend has been with y/n as much as possible during her time of mourning

Warning - angst with a dabble of more angst 😙

It had been a few weeks since the Crackstone attack on Nevermore Academy, Weems was supposedly dead and Miss Thornhill was definitely dead. Both of your parental figures gone in the space of an hour because some shitty dead dude decided he needed to kill all outcasts. Everyone knew Thornhill was behind the attack but you, no one had the heart to tell the you this, and so help anyone who got close to telling you. On the day of the attack you were in the library catching up on your studies awaiting on your girlfriend yoko, that was until a explosion occurred, knocking you out, you had then been unconscious throughout the whole thing. After the attack, all of your friends had been looking for you as you weren’t evacuated with the other students, this was when yoko remembered about yours and her study date, she amongst her friends had ran to the library praying for you to still be there, they found you passed out there in the library.

Now with it being the two week mark of the attack Yoko, Wednesday, Bianca and Enid had tried their best to keep you from falling deeper into the hole of depression the whole day dug you into. Bianca brought you water and sang to you until you fell asleep, Enid made sure your self care was being done even if she had to do it for you, Wednesday came and helped with the your studies, Ajax came and blessed you with his poor attempts at comedy while yoko came to check on you every few hours making sure you had ate, drank water and just to be there through this time.

Principle Weems had allowed you to join the school due to how you were an orphan and had the power of controlling nature, which Weems had never seen. You had excelled at carnivorous class which was no surprise due to your powers, because of this Thornhill took a liking to the you, something yoko never liked, yoko knew Thornhill was bad news but didn’t want to interrupt the friendship between Thornhill and yourself as it made you happy. Yet now after the attack yoko wished she had stopped the friendship sooner. Seeing how broken the once smiley girl was broke everyone’s heart.

A few days after the attack, Bianca had stolen some of the fencing equipment and took you out to the woods behind the school to try and get your anger out. This ended up with you throwing the helmet to the floor and sobbing into Bianca’s arms. Enid had taken you out with the werewolf’s on a full moon and let you scream until your lungs gave in and you couldn’t scream any more, after that for the rest of the night you where silent, to say the least you looked exhausted and everyone saw it.

Your friends took turns with it, if Wednesday and Enid went to the hospital to see Weems, Yoko and Bianca were with you trying to keep the high spirits, vice versa. Now it is the three week anniversary of the attack and your mental health was incredibly low.

A knock on your door had grabbed your attention, you didn’t bother moving from your place on the floor, the door slowly opened and your girlfriend came in slowly with a bottle of water and one of her hoodies in her arms. “Hey my love, why are you on the floor?” She chuckled lowly as she closed the door and turned on your LED lights, the colour being dark blue. She walked over to you and sat on the bed behind you, you tilted your head up acknowledging the older girl, she smiled in return for the acknowledgment. “come here arms up” Yoko commanded in a soft tone, you then lazily complied, scooting yourself closer to your girlfriend and putting your arms in the air, she took the baggy band tshirt you are wearing off and threw it into your washing basket, quickly replacing the shirt with her hoodie “now can you stand up for me?” Yoko said with a smile, again you complied, you stood up and sat next to your girlfriend, resting your head on her shoulder. “im sorry” you said in a whisper. Yoko shook her head, wrapping her arms around you and moving the two of you so now you are both laying down in your bed.

The day after that Bianca had come bursting into your dorm, you and yoko layed in each others arms, you where asleep and yoko was awake as ever, holding a finger up to her lip yoko commanded Bianca to be quiet. “Put her headphones on” Bianca told yoko, urgency in her voice. Quickly yoko placed your headphones over your ears and stood up, leaving you in your bed asleep, yoko grabbed Bianca’s arm and dragged the girl outside of your dorm. “What’s up B?” Yoko said, urgency reeking off the siren “It’s Weems” Bianca paused for a second “she’s been discharged from hospital” the siren says with a smile. “oh how do we tell y/n?” Yoko says with a sad smile “she’s your girlfriend yoko you figure it out” Bianca smirks as she walks away leaving yoko to deal with the ticking time bomb that is her girlfriend.

Yoko walks back in the room and you looked a bit better than yesterday, and you were stood in front of your mirror just staring at yourself. Maybe not too much better. “hey love your up” she says with a sad smile “do you think I would look good with a bob?” You say with scissors in your hands. She chuckles and walks over, taking the scissors out of your hands and onto the makeup desk. “My love come sit down I have to tell you something” Yoko says softly as she leads you to the bed. “oh god you’re breaking up with me?” You say in panic, her hands quickly come up to cup your face and she shakes her head “no, no it’s Weems she survived the poisoning, she’s out of the hospital if you need to see he-“ Yoko doesn’t even get to finish her sentence as you run out of the door and towards Weems’ office, all of your friends stand around in the office, Weems stood at her desk as you run in. “ohmygod” you say as you run into Weems’ arms with teary eyes.

is that my jacket?

Request from @maximoffmorale

-wandanat x reader where r is a part of the avengers and wanda is the one of the new recruits. basically nat makes wanda nervous and she thinks the woman hates her when really nat is attracted to the girl and trying hard not to show it. and wanda mainly goes to r for comfort and advice all the time. i'm thinking nat and r are close (maybe dating?) and wandas this oblivious little bean who doesn't realize they like her?

readerxnat (relationship)

wandanatxreader (slowburn)

To say Nat had a hard time showing her feelings towards people would be a HUGE understatement, in fact the way she had shown you her feelings was while on a mission in which she told you “don’t fuck this up.. I eventually want you to be my girlfriend” it was your first ‘official avengers mission’ you ever did and the statement was brushed off as one of nats stupid comments but after the mission you had realised what she had meant and called her out on it. You would never let her live that down.

Wanda however wasn’t so social, being the newest member you were allocated to show the witch the ins and outs of the avengers lifestyle. Wanda’a first interaction with Nat was chaotic to say the least.

-flashback-

Y/N and Wanda came walking into the Sokovian building where they were instructed to meet the rest of the avengers, Wanda had been wearing Nats jacket that Y/N previously stole from her girlfriends closet. “Is that my jacket?” Nat bluntly questioned the two girls. “She’s with us” Y/N states, glaring at her girlfriend, praying the Russian spy would be welcoming of the new girl. “Still doesn’t explain the jacket” Nat glared at the Sokovian as she walked past them, bumping shoulders with Wanda as she walked past the girls. “Sorry about her..she’s…uh not so optimistic” y/n states with a welcoming smile.

-end of flashback -

It had now been a few months since the whole ultron fiasco, Wanda was ashamed, not only had she caused her own town to be destroyed, she had also witnessed her twin brothers death. A brutal one at that, heroic yet ironic all in one.

Y/N had been a ‘godsent’ throughout the grieving period of Wanda’s life. Whether it had been making Sokovian dishes in the compounds kitchen for Wanda or just being there for the girl to have a shoulder to cry on, y/n was there for it all.

Nat however had grown jealous of the newcomer, in training sessions Nat had gone hard on Wanda, her excuse being “she’s weak, we don’t need any deadweight on missions” in which that statement gained a deathly glare from her girlfriend. In the weeks Wanda had been settling in Nat went out of her way to learn more about the younger woman, she had put it down to wanting to use her past against her, however in all honesty Nat just wanted to know more but didn’t dare to ask.

After a month of Wanda being on the team Nats insults started to focus more on Wanda than the whole team.

Each time Wanda instantly went to Y/N needing the comfort. The more this happened the more Wanda’s feelings grew for the avenger. She had found out that Y/N’s powers matched her brothers in that they both had superspeed, this made Wanda’s fondness of the girl grow even more.

Nat saw how Wanda had affected her girlfriend, y/n was happier, Nat knew how bad her girlfriends mental health was, it was a giving with the avengers life style and with the trauma y/n had endured, it was a relief to see her happy. Y/n finally had something to do with her days, if Nat was on a mission, y/n would be teaching Wanda an array of new skills.

After the two month mark of Wanda being an avenger, Nat had decided the Sokovian wasn’t that bad, hey she gave y/n something to focus her mind on and for that Nat was grateful. This didn’t change the fact that Nat would insult the witch at any given moment though, it just meant that the insults were now more advise based. Wanda didn’t realise this though, too blinded by fear and nerves she saw every insult as a threat.

“Keep focused or you’ll get hurt I don’t care if it’s by me or an enemy”

“You should start talking to the rest of the team more, give y/n a break yeah?”

One day Wanda had enough. She made her daily route to Y/N’s bedroom, swinging the door open and flopping aside the girl on the bed. As if relying on muscle memory, y/n had placed her book aside, took her headphones off and opened her arms for the witch to crawl into “what’s on that mind of yours Wands?” Y/n said with her smile that was only reserved for her girlfriend and wanda. “Can you control your guard dog? Please” wanda pleads which had gained a chuckle from y/n “wanda she’s just like that sometimes” the girl replied as she slowly ran her fingers through the brunettes hair. “Hey why don’t you go and get the guitar I bought you, I have a new song to teach you” y/n said.

Y/N was always finding ways to take peoples troubles away. Music being the main one, the girl had those stupid headphones in all the time, she had her reason, y/n had developed tinnitus when fighting ultron, she had been running with a child in her arms when gun fire came from the Quinjet Ultron had stolen, the sound of bullets had caused her eardrums to be permanently damaged, thus that stupid ringing all the fucking time. But now she uses this as an excuse to have music playing 24/7. Nat hates it, but had slowly came to accept it was now a part of her life.

Wanda quickly nodded intrigued on what song Y/N had found this time, the girl had ran out of the room, with her room being across the compound it gave Nat time to go see her girlfriend.

Upon her entrance Nat admired her girlfriend, headphones in, walking around the room humming to the song in her ears. Sneaking up behind the girl, a deviant smirk plastered itself upon Nats face. Within seconds Nat had lifted Y/N and tackled her to the bed, in return Y/N screamed before realising who her attacker was “NAT RESPECTFULLY STOP” y/n shouted at the woman whilst laughing. Without wasting a second Nat lifted the headphones off her girlfriends ears, earning a pout from the girl in return. Nat knew y/n could read lips now but she thought she needed to have the adhd ridden girls full attention, or at least half of it. “I need your advice” Nat didn’t waste a second before speaking to the girl. “Oh? What’s up my love? Talk to me” Y/N sat up next to her girlfriend, this made Nat aware that she was all ears.

Picking at the red nail varnish on her nails, Nat thought of how to confess to girlfriend. The feeling of her hands being held brought her back out of her thoughts y/e/c eyes stared into nats green orbs. “Take your time” you had said.

“I think like Wanda” Nat confessed. “Aw babe that’s great, see now we can all get along yes?” Y/n smiled. “N..No I mean I like her in the ways I like you” Nat said as she stared at her girlfriend. A smile crept across the younger girls face as Nats face went red “do you plan on telling her this? if so please stop insulting the poor thing, she’s scared of you” y/n laughs a little.

Truth be told y/n also had feelings for Wanda. I mean how couldn’t she, her and Wanda had been practically glued to the hip ever since the witches arrival. It didn’t take Y/n so long to tell Nat her new found feelings, Nat fully supported this, they had both talked about the possibility of another person in their relationship, but it had never worked out as planned.

-time skip . a week later -

All of a sudden the insults had stopped. The men had been sent on a mission, leaving Y/N, Nat and Wanda alone in the compound.

Y/N and Nat had been scheming and with poor Wanda being an obvious little shit, all of their attempts at confessions had went to shit. However they decided to be more obvious with their confession.

Y/N had set up her electric guitar outside in the garden she had grown in the back of the compound, she had also made Wanda’s favourite dish. Nat had set up a picnic area in the garden next to her girlfriends guitar, once it was all done Nat called Wanda down and led her to the garden.

Upon entering the garden the two girls could hear y/n playing a sweet song she had came up with. Wanda was speechless to say the least.

After the song, they all sat down and ate, they shared stories and laughed until Nat said “hey Wanda, how was it growing up in sokovia? Like you know as an orphan.” To this Wanda stood up and walked away in silence. “NATASHA SERIOUSLY?” Y/N had shouted at her girlfriend, upon explaining the situation to nat, her and y/n ran after Wanda.

“Wanda wait I’m sorry” y/n said as she sped up to Wanda. “She hates me doesn’t she?” Wanda said quietly “no no love, it’s actually quite the opposite. We set this up to confess our love for you” y/n had said just as Nat was walking over to the girls “romantic love, im sorry wanda I do have feelings for you I just go too far sometimes” Nat confessed with a sad smile

please send me some requests over I beg of y’all, im dying here

Inbox ideas 🙏🏽

-smoking hot-

“could i trouble you for a cigarette?”

Y/N’s a hot smoker who Wanda is so desperate to impress, so desperate that she would go up to the girl having never smoked before and ask the girl for a cigarette

The music was blaring and teenagers roamed the halls of some random kids house, drinks provided of course and a lot of bad decisions to come. Wanda had seen them a few times with them being in most of her classes, yet all she knew about the mysterious person was that they where popular yet such a loner, she had continuously seen them alone smoking in various corners of the college they both attended. And when Wanda caught glimpse of the mysterious person at her best friends 18th birthday party, she knew with the liquid courage in her system that she HAD to make her move.

-

Wanda’s best friend had practically shoved Wanda over to where the person was yet after a few seconds of silence, Wanda has accepted her fate and silently walked away, being replaced by her twin brother. Pietro was one of those popular jocks who knew everything about everyone, knowing this Wanda had made a mental note of her brother and Y/N’s friendship, y/n had been around the Maximoff house a few times actually, once they had helped Pietro get home safe after a practice one night when he broke his ankle, another time they had brought Wanda snacks and ice cream because Pietro had told them that Wanda’s dumbass ex had broken up with her, they ended up making Wanda Paprikash and leaving it outside her door with the snacks, ice cream and a note which Pietro had then told Wanda about his new friend that had put this much effort into making his sister feel good after such a hard day. Wanda needed to know more, or actually interact with the person who had piqued her interest.

-

Many drinks later, Wanda stumbled outside in attempt to grab some air, in doing so, she had found the person her heart had been violently beating for. Y/n stood there, alone, with a cigarette hanging out of their perfect mouth. “Hey” y/n says upon recognising the other teenager to be her best friends sister, Wanda however, stands looking at the smoking hot 18 year old, wondering how to impress them “can I try one?” Wanda quickly asked, y/n lifted an eyebrow, knowing Wanda to be a goodie two shoes yet having Wanda ask them for a cigarette is very new to them. Nodding, y/n took their tab box out of their hoodie pocket and holds the open box out to Wanda, who slowly takes one and asks for a lighter, once y/n hands her one, she puts the cigarette in her mouth and strikes the lighter, after a few attempts the cigarette doesn’t light, she looks over to her peer who is holding in a laugh “what?” she asks feeling dumbfounded under the gaze of her crush. “come here” y/n said, Wanda quickly obliged, walking closer to y/n “pass the lighter I’ll do it for you” y/n commands with a slight smirk, upon grabbing the lighter, y/n had stepped closer to the girl and put the cigarette back in her mouth, they put one hand hovering around the cigarette to block the winds draft and another holding the lighter, they struck the lighter and lit the cigarette first time. Taking the cigarette out of her mouth to speak “thankyou” Wanda thanked y/n for the simple task. “So any update on the boyfriend?” Y/n asks in their deep monotone voice that Wanda loves so much, a chuckle escapes her throat and she shakes her head “I’m looking to get over that douchebag” she states, seeing the opportunity y/n quickly takes it “why don’t we go to the bowling alley and diner next weekend?” Y/n smirks “why those places? They seem a bit out of your comfort zone” Wanda quickly asks “Piet always talks about how you love the 60s and that’s as close as we are going to get around here” y/n states while rubbing the back of their neck awkwardly like a child that had just been caught in the act which made Wanda infatuated by the teenager.

Incorrect Quote

y/n - *walks into the nightshades hideout holding a lighter and some perfume with a shit eating grin* “want to see a cool trick?”

enid - “is that my perfume?”

wednesday - *stood next to y/n also sporting a shit eating grin having taught poor y/n said ‘trick’ * “yes”

bianca - “what trick?”

ajax - “yeah what’s your trick y/n?”

y/n - *sprays an unnecessary amount of perfume in the palm of their hand and flicks the lighter on, flames pouring out, then putting the flame over their hand, making the flame transfer to where the perfume was sprayed, setting their hand alight* “look” *holds hand up admiring the flames that emit from the perfume*

bianca - “what the fuck y/n!!” *runs over to the shorter teenager, throwing water on the fire in their hand*

Bonus

*not even five minutes after, bianca takes y/n to the nurses office and yoko storms in sporting a very pissed off look*

yoko - “who the fuck let my partner burn themselves?”

ajax and enid - *points to wednesday*

just y/n being a dumbass and Wednesday always setting them up. based on something I done a few years ago which made my friends think I was crazy. my girlfriend at the time didn’t even bat an eye at the fact my hand was on fire though.

Do a peter (andrew) x reader

INCORRECT QUOTE

*peter (andrews) and female reader on their first date

Y/N : “I’ve never even kissed a guy”

P : “hey…me neither”

long awaited - sorry bestie (doing this so you don’t get disappointed that I stayed up till 1 am the night before our exam 🥲) yes this is a Scott Pilgrim quote, deal with it, it is such an andrews Peter thing to say.

INCORRECT QUOTES

*Wednesday talking to her partner (reader) who suffers from suicidal thoughts/tendencies*

W : “question. would you die for me?”

Y/N : “yes”

W : “that’s too easy…would you…would you live for me? Hm?”

Incorrect quote -

*talking about Wednesday*

Y/n - “she needed more than me”

Ajax - “but your friendly”

Enid - “and thoughtful”

Yoko - “and quite awfully pretty”

Y/n - “but she needed more than me”

why orange?

part one

part two

“carol have you seen….carol what the hell” I hear the dark haired witches voice come out from behind me and the blonde who are comfortably sat down on the balcony, cigarettes lit in our hands. “Hey no, no give me that” the lit cigarette is snatched out of my hand by Wanda as she scolds carol. Carol quickly moves to put her own cigarette out with a quick apology to the younger woman. Carol makes a run for it, while Wanda’s gaze is on me. I stay frozen in place for a few seconds, a bit flabbergasted that she actually just put my cigarette out and is now scolding me as if I am a child. “im 18 you know?” I say quietly, breaking the piercing silence shared between us both. A sigh comes from Wanda as she holds her hand out for me “the others wanted to know if you wanted to join us for a movie? It’ll just be us, Carol and Natasha, Pietro went out” she pleads with me, taking it that I will be spending time with them anyway I slowly nod, taking her hand as she pulls me up to my feet, her hands are cold but not the uncomfortable kind, the kind where you want to hold them forever as yours warms them up. That kind of cold. “we should go before natasha gaslights carol into watching Moonraker again” she says with a small chuckle giving me the impression of that movie being over played in this house.

me and Wanda walk into the small living room, a comfy sofa is pushed against the wall of the room, below it is a makeshift bed with blankets and pillows sprawled out across the floor. I smile getting memories of the times me and my closest friends would bunk out on my ex’s floor on nights out when we were too young to drink or get home to face the wrath of our parents. I smile a little and sit on the floor not giving the comfy sofa a second thought. Wanda smiles a little, noticing my willingness to always be sat on the floor. She sits next to me, throwing a blanket over us, I grab a pillow from behind me and pull it to my chest, bringing my knees up to my chest too. Just as I do this, Nat and Carol walk in laughing about something, Nat notices me first and smiles sadly. “you comfy there?” She says knowingly as I nod “you remind me of my sister, she does that too” she states as she gestures to my position, to this I smile a little.

Out of the corner of my eye I see Carol struggling to carry some DVDs, she sits on the sofa behind me before placing the DVDs between me and the witch. Nat sits behind Wanda and scans over the DVDs. Wanda quickly picks up a series, ‘skins’ i laugh recognising the tv show as the three other women look confused “you know this?” Natasha asks as I nod. The three women look at me blankly “what? Oh my god! You guys have never heard of skins?” I say looking at them all shocked. I shake my head as Wanda puts the disc in the tv.

after a few hours of watching the show, Wanda has her arm around my shoulder, pulling me closer, Carol is playing with my hair as Natasha has now plaited Wanda’s hair into braids, Carol tucks my hair behind my ear and Wanda looks over and tilts her head, she leans closer and caresses behind my right ear with her thumb “oh my god you have tattoos?” She says exited, I look at her confused. “yeah, it’s not that big of a deal” i state nonchalantly, the show now far forgotten.

Me and Wanda now sit facing carol and Nat, Carol shows off her army tattoos, one of them being a name. “Rambeau?” I ask gesturing to the one tattoo she left out “my uh friend, she died of cancer during the blip” she states “sorry” i mutter noticing how she put off talking about it “okay little rebel” Natasha grabs everyone’s attention “what’s that one on your arm, not the sleeve the small one?” She nods to my left wrist. An orange semicolon. I look up at her “the semicolon?” I say unsure if she meant that, she nods in conformation. “i..uhm so it means like I won’t end my life because a semicolon is a continuation and not a stop” i state with a bit of trouble as the three women stare at me intrigued. “why orange?” carol asks “it was my uncle’s favourite colour. But also because of a song” I nod while rubbing the back of my neck awkwardly “something in the orange tells me we’re not done?” Wanda asks. I look over surprised she understood the reference.

COPING MECHANISMS

part two of ‘tears over beers'

you put too much effort into relationships and the girl you genuinely had feelings for broke your heart, even now after knowing about what she done, your friends still choose her over you.because of this you relapsed and lost yourself again.until one night three women find you in the woods about to take your life.

TRIGGER WARNING

self harm, suicide attempt, alcoholism, drug use, swearing, past relationship trauma, eating disorder, body dysphoria. (totally not writing just to vent..yes that's exactly what im doing)

Y/N’s pov <3

the next thing I know I am being gently rocked by an avenger.. a fucking avenger. I look up at her as the other two women stand up, brushing the mud off their clothing, and much to my dismay my headphones are took off of my ears and put around my neck, the music still blaring through.

The blonde one who I am assuming by the space cadet uniform is captain marvel states that she is going to make a phone call, the brunette haired girl, the red haired woman, the black widow nods at her colleague to do so as she looks down at me with pity. As Wanda Maximoff sits with her arms around me in a comforting manner as she holds a piece of cloth on my bloody arm.

“how did this happen, did someone attack you?” The former black widow questioned bluntly.

“Natasha stop.” Wanda says from behind me, her breath cold against my warm neck. the widows face stays the same blank stare as her gaze is glued to my arm.

the leaves from the autumn ground crunch as carol walks back over to us “Pietro said to take her back to the safe house” my eyes widen as I start to panic about being taken away for what I’ve done to myself, Wanda is a mind reader, by now she definitely knows I done this to myself. Natasha starts to grab all my stuff, throwing it into my backpack as Wanda helps me off the dusty floor.

“Can you do me a favour and hold this cloth to your arm, just until we get to the safe house so I can properly clean it?” Wanda asks with a sad smile “and while I clean it we can talk about it yes?” I silently nod, secretly knowing I will not be telling her anything.

“Cmon Wanda, stop wasting time” Natasha says as she grabs me by the shoulder and shoves me forward to walk. To this I try to run for it, at the same time, Wanda having already read my thoughts lifted one hand in the air and with red wisps of magic she whispers a meek “sorry detka” before putting me to sleep

-

my body shoots up from its sleeping state, I run my hands up and down my face in attempt to make sense of what happened. Upon removing my hands from my face I am faced with a new surrounding. A one I’ve never seen before. This makes me panic, I shoot out of the bed only to notice I’m not in my own clothing, I now sport a beige shirt and grey joggers bottoms. I walk out of the room to see a living room, the blonde and the redhead from earlier are playing some bored game on the table whilst a blonde haired man is sat on the sofa playing over watch on the Xbox, the first person to notice my presence is Wanda who walks over with a bottle of water, extending her arm out for me to take said water, I take it and thank her by nodding my head. “Where are we?” I say, voice groggy from whatever spell Wanda cast upon me, “come on, let’s go sit down and I’ll explain it to you love” Wanda states calmly as she guides me back to the room I woke up in. Upon sitting on the bed with Wanda I feel myself calm down. “oh shoot, wait here I forgot something” she says with a little bit of a sad smile as she runs out of the room, returning seconds later with a first aid box. She sits on the bed, throwing the box in between the both of us, she then opens it, grabbing the bandage “can I have your arm please” she says calmly. I slowly put my arm out for her to grab, she grabs a sterile wipe before gently patting the blood off my arm, whispering soft nothings into my ear as i whimper and whine about the pain, she eventually stops and water is now pouring from my eyes, she wipes the tears from my cheeks with her thumb “we’re nearly done now” she then grabs the bandage she got out before, she throws out the packaging and wraps my arm.

after being bandaged up and being allowed permission to go outside by carol, I sit on the balcony of the fancy safe house, I pull out a box of cigarettes, lighting them, taking a lot of draws from the tiny ‘cancer stick’ as my best friend would call it. I think back to days before. Me and my new friend group smoking in the smoking shelters of college, them comforting me silently as they continue to have their normal conversations while I tag along. Being broken out of my thoughts I feel a presence behind me “those will kill you” she says “so?” I blankly state back to her, not moving to look at her, she sits next to me. “I’m Carol” she states “I know the space cadet, yes?” I say with a hint of sarcasm in my voice, to this she laughs. Me and Carol sit on the balcony for a few hours, she seems cool but that doesn’t mean my walls will go down for her. Or anyone.

Hiiiiii guys, this is a part two,, suggested by @natashaswife4125 thankyou for asking for another part,, I hope this is good <3

tears over beers

you put too much effort into relationships and the girl you genuinely had feelings for broke your heart, even now after knowing about what she done, your friends still choose her over you.

because of this you relapsed.

and lost yourself again.

until one night three women find you in the woods about to take your life.

TRIGGER WARNING

self harm, suicide attempt, alcoholism, drug use, swearing, past relationship trauma, eating disorder, body dysphoria. (totally not writing just to vent..yes that’s exactly what I’m doing)

IF YOU ARE EASILY TRIGGERED PLEASE DONT READ THIS

(I see you little depressed bitches who are going to ignore this message, if this is you please reach out to me or anyone for that matter, I know what your going through, even if I don’t I will try and help)

tears run down your face, you bring your stained hoodies sleeve up to your crimson coloured cheeks, the once dry, blue hoodie, now damp and a deep blue colour. you wipe the salty tears off of your face.

blurred vision and a bottle of beer in your hand, the tears fall faster than ever, you can almost sense the panic attack that is coming for the 5th time in the past 4 hours.

the thing about you is that when you seriously genuinely like someone, you do anything in your power to keep them.

——

you where 16 and freshly out of a emotionally abusive relationship, first year of college, your time to shine.

two of your closest friends from secondary school managed to stay in the same friend group as you, from that you built a whole new friendship group, different people from your friends classes joined.

about half way through your first year of college you developed feelings for a girl who recently discovered her own sexuality. Through her discovering herself she managed to split the group which was once a big group into two, the other half of the group studied a different course than your side and now the two groups barely talk.

upon telling your best friend about your newfound feelings, she tells you that the girl sees you in the same light as you see her.

a few weeks later the girl you liked and one of your closets friends texted you saying they both had feelings for you. Upon this a massive wave of guilt engulfed your mind. You had liked your close friend for years before when you where both in secondary school yet you still liked this new friend.

you had told them both that you where confused and couldn’t make your decision so soon. Your close friend Em told you to take your time and that if it was her you where willing to choose that she would wait forever for you, on the other hand, your other friend Kai told you that you had to choose and that it wasn’t fair.

you tried so hard to choose but you couldn’t.

once both of them and your best friend wanted to go see the same movie so you invited them all to see it together as it would’ve been easier. To make it even more awkward your younger brother decided to tag along.

during the movie Em held your hand because she recognised your anxiety about the cinema, along with the scary scene that was playing before you, for the next hour, the two of you held hands. Then the same on the bus ride, once Kai left, Em took the opportunity to hold your hand, then kissing it once you reached her stop.

Throughout the rest of the year Kai begged for your attention and love while Em worked for your love.

and guess who you picked

if you thought Em

you thought wrong.

stupidly you picked Kai because Em was at another college and the two of you barely saw each other, whereas even though she never put in effort Kai saw you everyday.

A few month of sharing hoodies and you putting in the most effort to make sure Kai is having a good time while she is going through things, you wanted to ask the question. ‘what are we?’

you ended up asking her through text what she wanted from the talking stage, after that she told you she needed space.

this was the first time she hurt you, broke you even.

you sat on a table alone as your friends went to talk to her, they left all their stuff with you, you sat and silently sobbed while they laughed with her.

Summer finally broke out and you had the girl unadded for the whole time, your friends hung out with her while you were either on holiday or alone in your room reading comic books of super heroes with the dream love story.

Around 2 weeks till college starts she added you again with the plea to start talking again, of course you being a fucking idiot, you said yes because your friends wanted the group to be together again with you being the ‘glue’ of the group.

Your now in second year of college

through the use of the internet you found your diagnosis for depression and the internet keeps saying your neurodivergent.

She would send you relationship posts through tiktok and snapchat, yet the moment you ask for the second time what she wanted from the relationship, she fucked you over again.

But this time worse, she left you on opened before spending a week ignoring you, the friend group fell apart a bit more and you just stayed away as much as you could in fear you’d show yourself crying in front of them.

She eventually messaged you and the two of you stopped talking.

now not even two weeks later, you heard through a good friend that she has already moved on with one of your ex’s who also fucked you over.

In the coming weeks your life fell apart, you can’t find a job, your failing everything you do and your presence at college is near to never

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your now sat in the woods with a bottle of your pills in your lap, unknowingly of the famed avengers’ new mission in your area.

Three of the avengers are stood watching you from behind you, without your knowledge. Your new apple airpod maxes placed upon your dark curly hair, music blaring.

After a few minutes of them watching you they start to whisper about your state as you pull up your sleeves, cursing at yourself for not bandaging your arms properly, blood runs down your forearms from the deep raging red lines that cover the entirety of your arms.

Upon seeing this you feel a pair of strong arms wrapping around your shoulders, hugging you from behind, you throw your headphones off, putting them on the floor. “Shh I’m here” a raspy Russian voice says while you melt into their hold. Another two people join the hug, “it’s okay detkà we’ve got you” another voice says, this time her voice is hinted with an old Slavic accent, lastly another female says “I’ve got you little one” in an American accent.

part 2

Voodoo4Dummies

Wanda x y/n

Agatha x Wanda (friends only)

Nat + yelena + y/n (sisters)

Y/N gets killed on a mission, leaving her one true love, Wanda to deal with the consequences. Throughout the weeks after Y/N’s death, Wanda seeks out help from her old friend Agatha, in which they stumble upon multiple books, the Dark Hold, The Manual of Witchcraft and Alchemy and Voodoo for Dummies.

WANDAS POV

“im closing in on the room with the, what did you call it tasha? a goober?” Y/N’s voice echoing through the earpiece which allows the team to speak to one another during missions, with a hint of sarcasm she speaks in her Russian accent. Following this Natasha chuckles into her earpiece and following up with “shut it y/n/n, get the USB and get out”

I smile at the interaction they share while fighting off another round of hydra agents.

“Uh guys. So I took the USB out of the computer and now there’s a timer on the screen. i- I think it’s a bomb” y/n announces with a tremble clear in her voice

“hey, hey no malysh, cmon, it’s okay just get as far away from that room as possible, what floor are you on?” Yelena says in a comforting tone, recognising the fear in her baby sisters voice

“Fuck I don’t know Lena, but it’s high maybe 5th floor from what I can see” my heart sinks, memories of Pietro’s death flood back into my brain, she can’t die like this. I can’t loose her. “My love come on, just keep running please” I plead with her, I can hear her heavy breathing through the earpiece.

One I manage to get outside, all the hydra agents on sight are dead and the whole team are out front looking at the door waiting for one of Y/N’s last minute miracles, she always gets into trouble on missions because she is careless with her life, always diving head first into trouble and unlike any normal person she always ends up surviving. It’s an ongoing joke that her power is luck.

I run over to Natasha and turn to the building in hopes y/n runs outside and into my arms. Tony points up to a window “what is she doi…*BANG*”

the whole team falls to the floor in attempt to cover from the flames that burst out of the building. We all watch as Y/N jumps through the window of the 5th floor, her body on an incline toward the floor, a scream rips from both mine and Yelena’s lungs as our y/n hits the floor in one swift motion, her small frame, slumped against a car, her head hung low, her tactical goggles covering her eyes, her raven curls covering the remaining surface of her face.

Everyone stumbles to their feet to get to y/n, yelena making it to her first, falling to her knees and holding her younger sisters lifeless head up in her hands, she cursed under her breath as the rest of the avengers huddle up around the two, i kneel next to yelena with panic. “Is she awake?” I say in a sense of urgency as I lift up my girlfriends tactical goggles off her eyes, her head still resting in yelenas hands.

That’s when it hits me.

I cant hear her heartbeat, I lift my hand up, my palm just in front of her face, my fingers grazing over her forehead. Strands of red magic float around her head.

“i- I can’t feel you” I say in a whisper to y/n before looking around “I can’t feel her” I announce to the group in panic “why can’t I feel her?” I say as Natasha pulls my body into hers, wrapping her arms around me as tears cascade down my face. Yelena starts to gently slap Y/N’s face “come on little one, this isn’t fucking funny, wake up. Wake up y/n, WAKE UP” Yelena’s screams can be heard from anyone, probably even from universes away.

“wake up, come on Wanda, wake up your having a nightmare” I am shook awake, my eyes flutter open as my body is shook by my best friend Agatha, she looks down at me with fear in her eyes. I rub my eyes, tears staining my black stained fingers, I slowly lift my body into a sitting position opposite Agatha. “Oh hun, it’s okay, we will find her body and bring her back, just like we said, yes?” Agatha says in a hopeful yet reassuring tone of voice. I nod slowly knowing today is the day I am to go to S.W.O.R.D headquarters to talk to general Hayward about Y/N’s body.

- time skip -

I walk into S.W.O.R.D headquarters with a plan and an right to commit to my plan.

“Ah yes, hello miss Maximoff. Here to see general Hayward? Right this way, let me get this door for you” a man on front desk greets me but I know where I need to be “I’ve got it but thanks” I say interrupting the kind man as I use my powers to open the door.

Once in Haywards office he greets me with a nod “hello miss Maximoff” he smiles “okay yes I know your here for your girlfriends body but I’m sorry to inform you, she’s the government’s property” i tilt my head in anger knowing he would say something like this, and because of that me and Agatha came up with a plan, I would distract him while Agatha goes in and teleports Y/N’s body back to the house we share. “If it where that the two of you had married before her death then I would of been allowed to hand over her body to you” that one hit a nerve, the night my love died I was planning to propose to her after our weekly movie night. After a breif moment of silence I went to speak, just as the radio attached to Haywards fancy suit blazer goes off “general Hayward, the mutants body has been compromised” I smile a little knowing they meant Y/N, however she wasn’t a mutant she just… well she was a mutant, but she wore a power dampener in fear she would hurt the ones she loved, I remember her staying up for weeks upon end in the lab making the stupid gadget, she would stay up until she passed out in someone’s arms. My thoughts are broken as I see Hayward run out of the room, I chuckle knowing she is already at the house, I drive back to mine and Agatha’s small house quickly with excitement radiating off my body.

Once entering the driveway, i quickly get out of the car and run into the house, without wasting time, I go straight to the basement, throwing my overcoat off my body, Agatha already has your body upon the medical table we built. “You ready hun?” She says in a comforting voice

I grab the only book that had gotten me and Agatha any progress. We had tried the Dark Hold but this book, voodoo for dummies was a remake of a old witches book from the 1600s a spell for reincarnation had been left opened in the book. I smile at Agatha and nod. We had done this spell many of times in the last week, we would kill people before bringing them back, it would work.

Agatha on one side of the table, me on the other, we lit candles and as much as it hurt me to do we had to carve runes into your skin, we started on your arms, carving over your scars, then we had to rip your shirt and I had to carve over your heart. Once we finished we started chanting in Latin. After a few minutes your body started to shake as if you where having a seizure I pressed my hands down onto your freezing shoulders and held you down. all of a sudden your body went limp again and Agatha threw the book “what a crock of shit” she curses. And turns around to pace the room.

I sigh and look down at your body, caressing your cheek lightly, this is when your eyes flutter open slowly, “my love?” I say quietly as Agatha quickly spins around to look at what I’m talking to. “oh my, Wanda she’s alive, she’s alive” Agatha nearly shouts.

- his secret -

Vampire bucky x female y/n.

you’ve been dating your military boyfriend for about 2 years but what you didn’t know is that he has a dark secret. 1940s bucky barnes x Steve’s twin sister, y/n. Blood!Angst!darkthemes!Y/N’s pov

The war had been over for four years now, four years ago we met. Although I remember it like it was yesterday.

- four years earlier-

It was a normal day to say the least, I went to work with the girls as we all had to because the men of the house where still at war, once I was back, I unlocked the door to mine and Steve’s apartment. The apartment was small and stuffy but it was home. I place my purse upon the counter top which was decorated with a stack of newspapers and two navy jackets.

I rub my eyes as if a trick of reality had fallen upon me from the lack of sleep and rest I have had the last couple of years. Upon my eyes focusing back on the jackets I was lead to the fact he was finally home.

I push the door for the living room and there he is “oh my, Steve” I say in shock, my hands covering my mouth as my brother, the star spangled man is stood in the living room of our apartment. He is so much taller and muscular now than before, i once heard about the super soldier serum and how Steve was chosen to be it’s subject, i then heard about the test working, after that day steve was all over the tabloids and propaganda posters.

Snapping me out of my trance Steve’s now deeper voice beams through the small room “oh how I’ve missed you y/n, I have someone you must meet” he says whilst engulfing my tiny body in a hug, once we break from the hug, I am aware of the other person in the room.

I look at the other man, his pale skin fills the room with light, his pale pink lips, puffy and chapped from the winters frost. His eyes, deep blue alike to the blue of a lapis crystal you see in travelers show. His dark hair contrasts his pale skin, his face is home to war scars and newer cuts.

Once again breaking out of yet another trance, the man is ushered toward me by Steve “this is my dearest friend and colleague, Sargent James Buchanan Barnes” the man then smiles a little toward me.

“please mind my manners, hello, I’m y/n, Steve’s sister” I say with a smile and an extended hand just as any lady should.

He links out hands and we are both share a handshake “I’m terribly sorry for the intrusion doll, you can call me James”

- present day 1949 -

After that first encounter, Steve’s mission was always to set me and James up, what more would a man want for his sister than his closest friend to be wed with her.

Me and James have been together for two years now and I’ve never been happier than I am now, Steve has a child with his now wife Margaret in who he met during his time in the military.

For the past year, after his business trip, James has been acting a little weird, I had recently pinned it down to some European sickness but upon the trip to the doctors office, there was no diagnosis for the illness.

In the past six months, he had stopped going out during the day and decided to start taking the night shift at his office to try avoid human contact as much as possible. He had been suffering with his senses, saying it is as if they had been turned up to 100 and that he could hear things that I couldn’t, this had me concerned and confused.

However, now he seems to have gotten used to this mysterious sickness, as if he had accepted whatever he has and has decided to use it to his advantage.

It’s finally our two year anniversary, today and our neighbour, Agnes had helped me set up a scenic atmosphere within the house before she went to work for the day, James had taken the day shift to the fact he wanted to get off earlier to spend his day with his ‘doll’.

I change into one of my best dresses, dinner already upon the candle lit table, I hear the door unlock and the steps of my lover coming into the room, he walks in, looking as handsome as ever. His eyes light up as he sees the layout of the room, he brings a box into view. A pink boutique clothing store box with a pink ribbon and a bouquet of roses on top of the box in which he sets down upon the table. He latches his hand upon my waist and pulls me in for a kiss, upon pulling away “happy anniversary doll” he says in a deep voice. We share a couple of kisses before sitting down, he ushers me to open my gift as he places the flowers in a vase.

I pull the end of the pink ribbon, allowing the box to be opened, I take the lid off of the box, in the box is a dress I had been eyeing up in a designer shop a few months ago “oh james, it’s dashing darling, thank you” I say with a hand over my mouth in awe to the man sat in front of me. “Your welcome my love. This dinner looks stunning doll” he states whilst picking up his cutlery and taking a bite of the food, with a smile I do the same and we eat while making conversation about the new shows playing in the local theatre.

After thirty or so minutes we are both finished and I had taken the plates into the kitchen, and cleaned them before making my way back to my boyfriend.

What I see next is the one thing I would’ve never expected within my life time. I see my boyfriend in the middle of the bedroom, we share, a pool of blood at his feet, and one of his newer colleagues in his grasp as he places his mouth to the neck of the older man. I stand in the doorway in shock and disbelief. “James” I say with a gasp. He drops the now dead man and turns to look at me, blood pours down his chin from his mouth. He looks healthier than ever as he says “y/n I can explain please sit dear” his two front canine teeth have been transformed into sharp fangs, he walks over to the door, pulling me into the room, onto the bed.

“what are you?” I say with a shaky voice as I sit on the bed with him.

“When I went on that business trip in Europe I was attacked by some men. One of them bit me, it’s called vampirism, the doctor has found my diagnostics the week I had came back but I had payed him off to not tell you or anyone. I’m so sorry doll” he says with an apologetic look as he wipes the blood off of his face.

“you mean to tell me the folklore stories are of truth” I look into his eyes, he is serious. My boyfriend is a vampire.

hey guys it’s spooky season so this is the start of my halloween tropes + mcu characters. I’m sorry this wasn’t longer, I’ve never wrote for Bucky, I don’t know how he would act but my friend requested vampire Bucky so this is as good as it’ll get. Please feel free to drop some more ideas for these stories. have a great day guys.

- im not okay man -

Wanda x Female reader

Y/N’s POV the whole story

hey guys im writing this for all the people who aren’t doing good and feel a bit shitty atm.

Your close friend, Wanda has been living at Clint’s safe house for over a year, you two talk on the phone every once and a while but it’s not the same. One day you tell her your not doing so good mentally, she makes it her mission to try be there for you.

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You’ve been an avenger for 4 years, however, it wasn’t as good as it was wrote out to be. All the hiding out and the memories of every person you kill. The ptsd really started to affect you after a while.

PTSD turned into anxiety which then turned to depression and much more. Even though your struggling, you cannot tell the other avengers that and the only person you could tell was hidden away somewhere and could only grant you a single phone call a day for their safety.

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You lay upon your bed, staring at the grey ceiling of your small bedroom. You had nothing to do, no one to see. I mean it’s not like you would’ve actually made the effort to go see someone anyway.

It was nearing 1pm and you’ve not received your FaceTime from the overly happy witch today.

After what seems like an hour in your head you decide to shut your eyes and think about all the good things in life. But she had other plans. As soon as you closed your eyes your phone started buzzing. A sound you have grown so fond of over this year.

Your eyes shoot open and you click the little green phone button, answering.

“Hey y/n/n” she says in a optimistic voice. She is mesmerising as the call shows her walking next to the lake you’ve seen dozens of times during your calls with Wanda.

“Hey, you remembered” you say in a sarcastic voice. Of course she remembered, you guys call every day.

she chuckles “oh shut up, hey show me your face I miss your ugly mug” she says in a half serious tone, making you laugh a little while you lift your phone showing her your face, she frowns a little.

“what’s wrong?” She says while tilting her head “if Natasha is bothering you agai..”

“no Wanda it’s not Nat, i..I’m just not doing so good” I quickly interrupt her Natasha rant.

“Oh are you sick or is it the depression again?” She quips back in an understanding, gentle voice.

“uh yeah it’s the depression. I feel like it was a bad idea choosing to become an avenger and I just don’t think I can cope with this anymore. I’m just. Idk I’m not okay man” i say while placing my phone on my desk, pushing it against a half full cab of monster that has been there for a couple of days, I sit up to look at my phone.

“it’s okay, hopefully you can hang on long enough for me to come back and actually get to make Paprikash for you” she smirks while sitting down on the pier of the lake. “Hey I’ve got the go but call tomorrow?” She says quickly with a grin.

“sure, tell Nathaniel I said hi” I smile sadly as she ends the call, groaning I decide to try preoccupy myself for the rest of the day, around 4 in the morning I decide to call it a day and try sleep.

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I wake up to knocking on my door, I groan, rolling onto my side to tap my phone to life. I wait for my eyes to adjust to the brightness when it shows the screensaver of me and Wanda along with the time showing 11am.

Knock knock knock

The person knocks again, I let out another groan while standing up and opening the door.

“what can I do for yo..”

Warm arms wrap around my waist as whoever it is pulls my head into their chest, holding me close to them like I would fade away if their my let go.

I melt into the hug, realising how much I needed this comfort.

That’s when I realised the scent of the person, it’s her signature perfume. Thinking it’s some sick joke I pull back just to see it was real, Wanda stands in front of me, here in the compound. Not at some lake. Here. In my room.

“surprise” she says quietly as I fall back into her arms.

-shot through the heart

and your to blame-

enemies / lovers

Kate Bishop x Female tracksuit mafia member

TW - death, angst

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For the longest time criminal mastermind Y/N L/N and avenger Kate Bishop had this little cat and mouse chase throughout the city of Brooklyn, NewYork.

Ten years to be exact.

Y/N was Kates first mission.

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“take out the girl, in and out” Clint repeats the mission plan to the young archer

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However as we know now, that mission didn’t go to plan. The two archers shot a rigged bomb which they thought was the young criminal. An explosion blasted throughout the fourth floor of the small abandoned building.

this mission left Clint partially death and Kate just got away with a few scrapes though. Y/N however, left that building that night with a new scar and a broken collar bone.

But that was 7 years ago.

Nowadays Y/N is associated with the tracksuit mafia. Kate is still an avenger. The world is breaking apart at its strings, meaning the tracksuits had an opportunity to strike.

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Y/N’s POV

One thing I hate more than the cold is early mornings, today we have both. Although I dare say Christmas in NewYork is one of the best things to witness every year, it’s also a pain in the ass.

I walk into the warehouse, combat boots echoing throughout the silent room. I must be early. I shrug and whistle some old Christmas song while equipping myself with guns and knifes. I put extra ammo in other peoples guns, knowing today could go tits up.

“Ah there she is. Hey Y/N, come, come we have a surprise for you. Well for boss but your bound to love this” my main man Tomas comes up to me patting my back with a smirk.

Silently me and Tomas walk into one of the farthest rooms from the exit, confused and tired I walk in behind Tomas.

I step further into the dimly lit room to see a chair in the middle with Hawkeye sat upon it. Chuckling I walk in front of him.

“Awe guys I know it’s Christmas but you didn’t have to get me such a thoughtful gift” i quip as I walk around, silently wondering where the protégé is these days.

i turn back to the group of probably 20 men “what do we need from Mr Barton? you know he has a lovely family he surely has Christmas plans with. Cmon guys let’s not keep the poor man too long” I question the group.

“we need miss Bishop..well the big boss does” another man says almost intimidated.

I smirk “oh what has my favourite avenger gotten herself into this time?” I chuckle while turning back to Clint “where’s the girl?” I say, taking my gun out of its holster, placing the cold metal against the older man’s forehead with a smirk.

“your delusional” he says lowly.

“Keep him here till I find the girls whereabouts. I’ll be in my office” i state to the men while I walk away, throwing the gun to Ivan.

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in my office I shut the door and throw my body onto the faux leather chair at my desk.

“Kate Bishop why the fuck are you under my desk…if you wanted to pleasure me I’m more into knifes and chains” i smirk as I look down at the woman under my desk.

Standing up from her place under my wooden desk she holds me but the throat and straddles me making sure I cannot move “kinky” I state with a wheeze.

“You want out of this business? Say it and I can guarantee your safety with the avengers” she her other hand to grip my chin, making me look at her.

“Ah yes because mister general Ross would been so happy to invite a Romanian assassin onto the team oh wait isn’t one Slavic spy enough or are you guys going down a more ethnic route?” I use my hand to slowly inch Kates hand off of my neck, allowing me to speak without passing out.

she climbs off my lap “tonight there will be a meet up with your team and mine. It’ll end in blood shed. Please Y/N we cannot afford the casualties and neither can you guys. Call it off” she states before opening the window. Cool air seeping through. “See you there drăguţă” ((sweetheart)) I laugh as she jumps out of the window, I then make my way back to where the other men are

“Okay, okay children let him go, we have insight on the avengers” i say with a laugh. Walking over to Barton I grab my pocket knife, cutting his restraints “tell your team to bring their dancing shoes tonight will you?” is the last thing I say before shoving him to the floor, half of my men go and escort him out of the warehouse.

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laying down in my bed in the warehouse I shut my eyes. Memories flow through my head. The red room. Meeting the avengers. Being kicked out of the avengers. Meeting the tracksuits. Meeting kingpin. With a groan I throw myself out of the bed, realising I did i fact get a good amount of sleep, an hour until this so called fight. I’m already dressed all I need is to brief the team, grab Maya and Kazi before heading out.

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it’s 11pm, me, Maya, Kazi and a lot of the tracksuits are huddled into the back of a van. Being transported to the garage.

once we make it there the doors open and we all split up around the garage, I send the snipers up onto the roof of either the vans or the building behind the sign, I send the best fighters behind cars and the others stay with me, Maya and Kazi to await for the avengers appearance.

Not even a minute after I’m comes the worlds mightiest hero’s.

“Hey guys, good holiday. Damn I kinda saw you guys as a sunny holiday Christmas people. Not enough money for your Hawaii trip?” I speak first out of habit. People say my job is to be a weapon. I say my job is a full time career in taking the piss out of the avengers. Anywho a fight breaks out and it’s me against the ant man “I don’t want to hurt you kid” he tries to plead “awe Katie look, you have competition here, he cares about me” I frown playfully, punching him square in the nose, I sweep his feet from under him and when he tries to get up again I slam his head to the floor, knocking him out.

Next I go for Spider-Man, i quickly analyse his power, he’s using web slingers “Oo fancy can I try?” I quickly pull the gear off of his wrist, throwing them to Tomas “here bro thwip thwip” he chuckles while attaching them to his person. The little big boy goes to swing his fist at me. i punch the dude in the ribs, he falls to the ground eyes shutting while I shake my hand in pain “ouch that really hurt” i state with a whimper.

Lastly I walk over to Clint, knowing my boys are going to take care of the rest of the team.

“You killed my mother” I say coldly as I punch the man in the face “say her name” I cry out as his back hits the bonnet of a red car, he lets his body slide down the car until he is sat in front of it. “Maya is going to kill Clint” The Falcon shouts out to the standing avengers obviously not knowing I am indeed not Maya.

I stand up and turn around to correct him but before I can say anything I hear the release of an arrow, seconds later the said arrow pierces through my skin, I look down at the arrows placement.

Right through my chest, awkwardly situated on the left side of my body on from what I can gather is my heart.

Pain shoots through my body, forcing me to fall to my knees.

“Shit” is all Clint says behind me.

My former team the avengers and my loyal team, the tracksuit mafia all stop fighting.

Since the arrow left it’s place in Kate’s bow she didn’t stop looking at me.

Both teams ran over.

Kate got to me first. “No fuck, Y/N don’t you dare leave me like this”

“Hey, Bishop, I really like you. You know that?” I say through staggered breathes as I lift my hand up, grabbing the arrow and pulling it out of my body. “you’ve got good aim”

Darkness engulfs my vision and my body falls onto the cold concrete floor.

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- fuck me eyes -

OKAY HEAR ME OUT - i know yelena is ace / aro in the comics (and maybe the mcu but not confirmed) but this is my story so 🥲anyway if you are uncomfortable with me making yelena be in a relationship then do not read further <3 Y/n is Wanda Maximoff's younger sister and is training with Kate Bishop under Clint's supervision.

All characters are of legal age

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Y/N's pov :

because of my 'bad' behaviour on the field, Clint has made me stay back to fix some trick arrows instead of going out with him and Kate on some retrieval mission. Which I admit does suck. But jokes on them, I love making trick arrows.

i spin in my chair grabbing a 'very dangerous' arrow and laughing at the label Kate put on it before placing it in the bag of arrows I've already made.

The radio is blasting some grunge rock music, the sun isn't out because it's winter in New York. However, it's snowing which is amazing for me.

I nod my head to some AC/DC song, my hair is in a messy bun, I flip my safety goggles up to get a better view of the snow falling onto the ground outside.

"KATE BISHOP" a unfamiliar voice rings through the room, making me tense up, I spin around to the source of the raspy voice and see a woman, about my age, blonde hair and a cute outfit on.

"she's not here" i state in a monotone voice, just as I had been trained, when in doubt stay calm until Kate panics.

the woman's eyes widen and she looks at me with a light blush, probably from the cold New York weather. "she will be back in like ten minutes, give or take, if you go to the living room and wait there, her number is on the table if it's urgent" i smile politely, the woman nods and quickly exits the room.

YELENA’S POV :

Kate Bishop and Clint Barton have been on my ass all Christmas, my mission was simple. Get revenge on him who murdered my sister, anyone who dares to try stop me, will be killed. I've recently found the location of where Clint Barton is staying while having his holiday in New York. That means today is the day Mr Barton dies. I walk into the apartment, the door is not locked however the house is empty. Is what I think until I hear a familiar song. Some old song from my youth, it's loud and sounds like metal. What a song to die to. I smirk as I turn the corner to see the back of someone's head. Black curly hair faces away from me. Well that's not the figure I was expecting. Maybe it's the protégé.

"KATE BISHOP" i shout making my presence known to the small figure.

The raven haired person spins around in their chair just to reveal, to my dismay they are not Kate Bishop.

"she's not here" the woman states with a shrug. the girl is beautiful and the voice matches the face. "she will be back in like ten minutes, give or take, if you go to the living room and wait there, her number is on the table if it's urgent" follows the previous comment, the girl smiles mockingly toward me.

All I can do is nod, and when I tell you I've never picked my phone up so quickly I mean it. Once I'm in the living room I pull my phone out, putting the number into my contacts and deciding to send a quick message to the Bishop child.

I aggressively type "Bishop, who the fuck is that fine ass woman in your apartment? You know the one with the fuck me eyes? And the fuck me face? And the fuck me fingers? I'm going to need her full name, address and her relationship status."

I hit send and not even a minute later a message comes through from the Bishop child. "Hey, I'm guessing your Yelena, yeah please refrain from talking about my best friend like that"

and with a devious smirk I stumble to push my phone back into my Jean pocket and walk out of that apartment in hopes of seeing the girl with the fuck me eyes once more.

Can I ask for Sale Fisher x fem!reader that's popular? And could you PLS PLS PLS don't make her mean? Like, I want her to be popular becouse she's one of those poeple that just sthraight up go talk to anyone.

And maybe Sal's friend group thought that shes propably a bitch, but like.

'She sat at our table?.....and didn't make fun of us?.....in fact she gives compliments that don't feel backhandead?......wtf?'

⬆️just an example, you can do whatever with this.

Sorry for possibile grammer errors or speeling mistakes, english isn't my first lenguage. Thank you and I hope you'll have a nice day ♥️

Hey! I THOUGHT THIS COULD BE SO CUTE!! so Ive seen many fics on this and i wanted to take a different approach. I hope you enjoy it. I love Sal and I hope this isn’t too crazy. I wrote a version yesterday and made everyone a little too mean and I don’t believe any of them would be assholes. So! Hopefully this satiates y’all.

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⋆༺𓆩☠︎︎𓆪༻⋆ Your legs ache from practice, the soles of your sneakers sticking a little to the hallway tile with each step. You smell faintly of sweat and cherry body spray, the cheer uniform still clinging to your skin like it’s part of you now tight pleats, school colors, and all. You could’ve changed, sure, but exhaustion said no. So here you are, hair in a high ponytail, shoes untied, carrying a stack of junk mail and a single envelope that doesn’t belong to you.

You look at it again under the flickering hallway light, flipping it over in your fingers like it’ll magically reroute to the correct mailbox on its own.

SAL FISHER

UNIT 402

You know the name. Everyone at school does. The kid with the face cover. You’ve never spoken to him he doesn’t really hang around the same kind of people you do but he’s always there. At lunch, in the halls, sometimes sitting out near the tree line when no one else is around. You didn’t peg him as the chatty type.

You stare at the letter like it might bite you. Then sigh. “Why not be a good neighbor,” you mutter, dragging your legs toward the elevator.

The ride to the fourth floor feels longer than it should. It shudders a little on the way up. You keep your eyes on the numbers. Three… four. The doors open with a ding that sounds half hearted.

You’ve never actually been up here.

The fourth floor feels… worse. Everything smells faintly of dust and something like mothballs and metal. You don’t know why, but the lights here feel dimmer. You walk slower, steps echoing.

You find the unit: 402. You raise your hand to knock. There was a pause for a few seconds.

A man stands in front of you, tall, a little disheveled, and definitely not Sal. His presence is immediate, like he fills the space just by being in it. You blink.

“Oh hi! Sorry,” you start, holding the envelope out, “I was just dropping this off”

“He’s in his room,” the man says before you finish.

You freeze. “Oh, no, I wasn’t trying to bother him, I just thought I’d–”

“Just go on in. Down the hall, last door on the left.”

You blink again. You’re not even sure he’s looking at you. Just staring somewhere past your head, like he’s already decided this conversation is over.

“I mean, I could just leave it here”

“Last door on the left.”

He steps aside, just enough for you to enter. You do, but not on purpose. Your legs just move. You step into the apartment, and it’s… weird. Not gonna lie, being in any strangers apartment never really felt cool. You walk toward the hallway, clutching the letter, mind screaming at you to stop being so polite.

“Damn old people,” you think, jaw tightening. “I just wanted to drop something off, not go all this way”

The hallway feels longer than it is. The floor creaks behind you, or maybe above you. You don’t look back. You keep walking. Last door on the left.

⋆༺𓆩☠︎︎𓆪༻⋆ You knock lightly once, twice then pull your hand back like the door might burn you. A pause. Then the knob turns. The door creaks open slowly, revealing a familiar figure just behind it. Blue pigtails. The mask.

Sal Fisher.

He stares at you. You stare back. Neither of you says a word. And because silence is somehow gnawing at your neck, you blurt, “Hi! Um, I think our mail got mixed up I swear I didn’t just barge in.”

You thrust the letter forward like it’s a peace offering. “This was in my mailbox. For you. I thought I’d, y’know, be neighborly and return it. I didn’t open it or toss it or anything. Your dad sent me over this way”

He takes the envelope slowly, his fingers brushing yours for the briefest moment. His gaze flicks down to it.

“Thanks,” he says. His voice is quieter than you expected. Almost gentle.

You nod. Then freeze. Then nod again. You’re still standing there, very much in his doorway, very much uninvited. His room is in full view behind him. Posters of metal bands you’ve only heard mentioned in passing. Skulls, red and black ink themes. A guitar in the corner. Tiny, vaguely creepy figurines lined up on a shelf.

“Your room’s so cool,” you say before your brain can stop you. You lean forward just a little, peering past him. “Seriously. This is like… Sid and Nancy level. How do you even find posters like that anymore? Oh my god is that an actual cassette player? That’s so sick.”

You wince as the words leave your mouth. “God, sorry, I’m not trying to be weird. I mean that in a good way. Promise.”

Your voice is speeding up. You’re spiraling. And you know it.

Sal just keeps watching you like he’s trying to figure out if this is real or a very strange dream. A cheerleader. In his doorway. Talking about cassette players. You finally cringe so hard your whole body folds in on itself.

“I’m gonna go,” you say, backing toward the hallway. “Sorry for the whole… I don’t know what that was. I was just trying to be a good neighbor and it turned into, like, a monologue of whatever the fuck.”

You turn halfway around to leave when you hear

“You wanna take a look around?”

You glance over your shoulder.

Sal is still standing there, holding the envelope like it might vanish. His posture is stiff, like he’s surprised the words came out of his mouth, too.

You blink. “I mean… sure?”

He nods. “If you’re into the posters, Do you dig that kind of music?.”

Your eyebrows shoot up. “Well I wouldn’t say it’s exactly my style but I’m a all things can be redeemable if you give it a try”

He jerks his head toward the room. “why not give it a try then”

You’re already stepping inside before he finishes, smiling wide. “You had me at ‘cool’ and sealed the deal with ‘band.’ Show me.”

The second you cross the threshold, it’s like entering another world. The bland apartment hallway behind you disappears into a mess of amps, guitars, wires, dark posters, and the faint scent of incense and old vinyl.

Sal gestures toward a small desk setup with beat up speakers and a laptop. He grabs a pair of headphones well worn, slightly cracked along the band and offers them to you.

“You don’t have to pretend it’s good,” he mutters. “Honest opinion’s fine.”

You shoot him a thumbs up and take the headphones like they might unlock the secrets of the universe.

He clicks play.

The drums hit first loud, fast. Then comes the guitar: raw, rich, angry. A distorted voice cuts through the noise melodic under the layers of whatever was happening, but clawing to be heard. Your eyes go wide. You start bobbing your head slowly. Then more. A grin creeps up your face, shoulders bouncing slightly as the music crashes through your ears. You grip the headphones tighter, fully in it like you’ve been dropped into a private punk rock concert in a dream.

When the song fades, you pull the headphones off with a breathless laugh. “That was… so good,” you say, eyes lit up. “Like, very loud but in the best way. I felt like I could punch God in the face. I loved it.”

Sal’s ears what little you can see of them turn just slightly pink. He shifts, crossing his arms. “Yeah?”

You grin. “What, because I’m in a cheer uniform, you think cheerleaders don’t have rage?”

He laughs softly. It’s warm. Unexpected.

You glance at the clock and groan. “Ugh. I should probably head back and pretend I’m responsible or whatever. Homework calls.”

You hand the headphones back, your fingers lingering a second before letting go.

“Thanks for showing me that,” you say. “Seriously. its super sick.”

Sal shrugs, casual, but he still won’t quite meet your eyes. In his head, he’s screaming. Because what the hell. A cheerleader just walked into his room, complimented his taste in music, vibed to Sanity Falls, and then thanked him like he did her a favor.

Respectfully and he does mean that. you’re hot. this whole thing feels like a glitch in the matrix. Like someone else’s life. He clears his throat. “Yeah. Uh. Anytime.”

You flash one last smile before turning to leave. Sal Fisher stands frozen in his room, A pretty girl was in his room.

⋆༺𓆩☠︎︎𓆪༻⋆ the clatter of trays, bursts of laughter, the shriek of a chair scraping too hard against the linoleum. Sal sat across from Larry, Ash, and Todd, picking at the edges of his sandwich more than actually eating it. His thoughts weren’t really on food. Not when they kept drifting back to the night before.

Cheerleader. In his room. Pretty girl. She liked his music.

“Hey,” he said finally, pushing his tray forward and folding his arms on the table. “Do you guys know that new girl who lives on the third floor now?”

Larry paused mid bite, sandwich halfway to his mouth. “Third floor?”

Ash glanced between them, already suspicious. “Wait. Are we talking about that new girl? Y/N something?”

“Yeah,” Sal said, tone casual like he wasn’t rehearsing the question all morning. “she dropped something off last night. Just wondering if you knew her.”

Larry barked a laugh. “The cheerleader? Yeah, she’s definitely one of those girls.”

Sal blinked. “Those?”

“You know,” Ash chimed in, leaning her chin on her hand. “Perfect hair. Always smells like a mall. Probably part of one of those fake bestie cliques that post about how much they loveee each other but secretly hate one another’s guts.”

Larry nodded, already back into his food. “Plastic. The kind that calls everyone ‘babe’ but doesn’t know your actual name.”

Todd, sipping from a thermos, finally looked up. “You guys don’t even know her.”

Ash raised an eyebrow. “And you do?”

“I’ve had class with her. She’s… quiet,” Todd said thoughtfully. “Pays attention. Says thank you when someone passes her a worksheet. She helped a freshman with their locker on the second day.”

“That’s your bar for decency?” Larry said, skeptical.

“I’m just saying, you’re judging her and like Sal was new too once,” Todd said. “You don’t know anything real about her.”

Ash groaned. “You don’t need to know someone to know someone, Todd. Some people just radiate mean girl energy. Trust me.”

Todd narrowed his eyes. “That’s a shallow assumption and you know it.”

Ash muttered something about “cheerleaders being a plague” under her breath, and Larry snorted.

Sal, who had gone unusually quiet, finally spoke again. “She’s not like that.”

All three of them turned to look at him.

Larry’s mouth slowly curved into a smirk. “Wait. Hold up. Why are you asking about her, dude?”

Sal looked down, then up, tone clipped. “I told you. She dropped off mail. That’s it.”

Ash crossed her arms. “why did she just come all the way up to your place to give you a letter?”

Sal shrugged. “Her mailbox got mine by accident. then stayed for a bit”

Larry leaned forward, grinning. “What, did she get lost on the way out?”

Sal blinked. “She liked my music.”

Ash scoffed. “What, like out loud?”

Sal nodded. “Yeah. She tried my headphones. Even headbanged a little.”

Todd smiled slightly. “That’s kind of cool.”

Larry shook his head like he was witnessing a miracle. “Okay, wait a minute. A cheerleader, listened to screamo music, and didn’t run screaming for the suburbs?”

Sal shrugged again. “She said it made her want to punch God.”

Ash froze, lips parting in a mix of confusion and, for the first time, mild interest. “Okay… that’s actually kind of hardcore.”

“She said my room was cool,” Sal mumbled, mostly to his tray.

Larry threw his hands up. “Okay, what the hell, Sal. Are you telling me you Sal ‘I sit by myself and listen to death metal’ Fisher just casually had a cheerleader in your bedroom?”

Sal didn’t reply, but his fingers drummed on the table a little too fast to be casual. Larry leaned in. “Dude. You got a cheerleader in your room. Are you sure this wasn’t a dream? Like a fever dream after one too many gas station burritos?”

Todd tilted his head. “Or maybe… maybe she’s just a person. Like the rest of us. Who happens to like punk and be good at flips.”

Ash scowled. “God, Todd, you sound like a teacher.”

He shrugged. “Just saying.”

Larry still wasn’t over it. “Next thing you know she’s gonna show up in all black with eyeliner and join a band.”

Sal didn’t say it out loud, but a flicker of a smile played under the edge of his mask at the idea. He kinda liked that you were so different. the juxtaposition of your looks and what you seemed interested was very cool to look at.

⋆༺𓆩☠︎︎𓆪༻⋆ You strolled through the crowd with your cheer squad flanking both sides laughing, gossiping, spinning their hair around fingers like it was a competitive sport. You listened absently as one of them launched into a dramatic retelling of how her ex “accidentally” liked her finsta post at 2 a.m.

You weren’t really paying attention. Not because you didn’t care, though the first time she talked about it had you engaged. but because your eyes had already locked onto something else across the cafeteria. A short blue haired guy sitting at a table near the back with a group of kids you’d only ever heard about through whispered rumors and cruel nicknames.

There he was. Sal Fisher. without really thinking without asking yourself anything at all you broke away from your group mid laugh. Just veered straight toward him like your legs had made the decision before your brain did.

“Wait, where are you going?” one of your friends asked behind you.

“BRB,” you called over your shoulder. “I want to bother someone.”

Across the cafeteria, at a table meant for the misfits, Sal was in the middle of pushing peas around his tray when a sudden blur of cheer uniform and bounce came into view. He looked up.

You stopped right beside him and sat down immediately grabbing his arm, breathless and grinning. “Okay, so, I’ve been thinking about that song you showed me all night. Like, literally, I couldn’t sleep. I need more. You got a playlist? A mixtape? A USB drive from hell? Gimme.”

For one perfect, cinematic second, the entire table was silent. Larry dropped his fork. Ash’s eyes nearly bugged out of her skull. Todd blinked like you had just walked through a wall.

Sal just stared. “You… what?”

You nodded eagerly, lowering your voice like it was sacred. “You ruined all my playlists. I need more of that noise in my life.”

He blinked again. “You sure?”

“You say that like you thought I wouldn’t.”

“I–” Sal started, then stopped, looking absolutely stunned.

You turned to the rest of the table, realizing they were still staring at you like you’d just sprouted devil horns and declared yourself prom queen of hell. You raised a hand sheepishly. “Hi. Sorry for interrupting. I’m Y/N. just moved this year.”

Ash looked like she was physically holding herself back from combusting. Larry was still open mouthed, and Todd was watching with the kind of intrigue usually reserved for alien encounters.

“If you’re anything like Sal,” you added, offering them a genuine smile, “then I’m sure you’re all cool as hell.”

Larry looked to Sal, eyes wide. “Yeah, he’s crazy cool. Though he did learn from the best” Larry awkwardly replied while pointing himself

Ash leaned toward Todd. “I think i’m on drugs, what’s happening” Todd just smiled quietly.

You turned back to Sal, who was very much glitching out in real time. “I’ll give you my number later,” you said with a wink. “Text me a playlist. Or this time I’m breaking into your room.”

Sal opened his mouth. Closed it. Nodded once like he was in shock. “Okay.” And then you were gone, skipping back to your friends, who were whispering furiously and shooting glances like you’d just fraternized with the enemy.

“what was that?” one of them hissed.

You smiled, tugging your ponytail higher.“you’re the one who told me to make friends here, thats all i’m doing.”

Back at the table, Sal stared down at his tray like it might give him answers.

Larry leaned in, whispering, “Bro. Are you a witch? Did you hex a cheerleader?”

Sal just shook his head.

“I think,” he said slowly, still stunned, “i think its jover for me.”

⋆༺𓆩☠︎︎𓆪༻⋆ You weren’t quite sure how it happened. One second you were joking in the hallway with Sal about your shared hatred for lukewarm cafeteria pizza, and the next you were in his room, cross legged, spinning slowly on his desk chair while he nervously adjusted the volume on his old stereo system.

The room was quiet, save for the soft murmur of some obscure post punk band playing from the corner. You didn’t recognize the lyrics, but it felt like something you wanted to memorize.

“You know,” you said, glancing around, “I kinda expected more skulls. Or like… weird taxidermy?”

Sal laughed soft and surprised. “Yeah, you’re not the first to say that. I think Larry was disappointed when he first came over and didn’t find a Ouija board or something.”

You gave him a playful squint. “Wait, you don’t have one?”

Sal grinned slightly behind the mask. “Okay, I do. But it’s under my bed and mostly for decoration. Larry gets carried away.”

You hopped off the chair and crouched, peeking under the bed like you were on a mission. “You’re telling me there’s a haunted board game down here and you’re not showing me?”

“It’s not haunted,” he replied, clearly amused. “It’s just from a yard sale. Probably cursed with suburban angst at most.”

You laughed, brushing your fingers over a dusty shoebox. “Still cool. You’ve got good taste. I mean, look at this stuff.”

Posters of bands you’d never heard of were plastered across the walls, scribbled notebook pages taped in between like patchwork wallpaper. An old lava lamp flickered halfheartedly in the corner. There were stacks of CDs, cassette tapes, and one particularly weird clay sculpture that looked like it might’ve been made in a sleep deprived art class.

You plopped onto his bed and tilted your head. “This one’s my favorite,” you said, pointing at a crooked drawing of a girl with hollow eyes and messy hair. “She beautiful.”

Sal stepped closer, shoving his hands in his hoodie pocket. “That was… something I did when I was like, thirteen. Supposed to be a ghost from this dream I had. I kept seeing her for weeks after.”

You looked at him, expression soft. “You see ghosts a lot?”

He hesitated for a second, then nodded. “Sometimes. Not all the time. But yeah.”

“Damn. That’s metal.”

Sal let out another laugh, more comfortable now. “That’s what I told my therapist.”

You leaned back on your elbows, smiling at him from his own bed like you’d done it a hundred times. “So, what else are you hiding in here? Secret dungeon? Portal to hell?”

“Uh,” Sal said, eyes glinting with something playful. “Larry stole all the portals to hell. I’m more of a secret music archive guy.”

You shot up. “Prove it.”

He smirked and crossed the room to a cabinet by his desk, pulling open a drawer to reveal a mess of burned CDs, USBs, old MP3 players, and one tiny cassette player with a sticker that said “Play if you hate the world.”

You gasped like he’d opened the Holy Grail. “Sal. This is the coolest shit I’ve ever seen. You better send me everything.”

He knelt beside you, pulling out a CD with careful fingers. “This one’s the first mix I ever made. It’s super rough.”

You took it from him reverently. “I love rough.”

Sal’s ears went pink. “I, uh, that came out weird.”

“Yeah,” you teased. “but cant a girl say how she feels.”

You glanced at him, and he was already watching you, like he couldn’t believe you actually said that. Like you’d disappear if he blinked too long.

“Hey,” you said, quieter now. “You’re kinda talkative tonight.”

He shrugged, brushing some hair from his face. “You’re easy to talk to.”

That made something flicker warm in your chest.

“Same,” you murmured. Then you nudged him with your shoulder. “Do you like me here?”

Sal tilted his head, mock serious. “People probably that I’ve summoned a demon cheerleader to possess me.”

You grinned. “Yeah? Hope they’re right.”

And he laughed again. You liked that sound. You wanted to hear it more.

You and Sal stayed like that for a while, just talking. The kind of conversation that meandered and curved around strange facts and half finished thoughts. He told you about a ghost that used to knock on his closet door when he was little. You told him about the time you accidentally summoned a raccoon with a ritual you found on Tumblr. Somewhere between laughter and another CD recommendation, you spotted a small, beat up notebook tucked between the mattress and wall. It looked old, like something with secrets.

“Ooooh, what’s that?” you asked, already reclining across the bed to reach it.

Sal looked up, immediately alert. “Wait no, that’s!”

Too late. You stretched out, reaching over him as he sat back against the headboard. Your fingers brushed the edge of the notebook only for your balance to shift, the mattress dipping under your weight.

Thump.

You landed right on top of him. For a moment, neither of you moved. You were nose to nose, your chest pressed against his, hands awkwardly splayed on either side of his shoulders. His mask had tilted slightly, and you could see just a glimpse of the scar beneath it before he quickly adjusted it. His breath hitched so did yours.

Your eyes met.

Sal’s eyes were wide, pupils flicking between yours like he was scanning for some kind of signal. You suddenly became very aware of the warmth radiating off him. Of the way your knee was pressing slightly between his legs. The room, the music, the whole world had gone still.

“Uh,” he said softly, like he was trying not to spook you.

You blinked. “Sorry. Um. .”

“it’s okay,” he said, voice an octave higher than usual. “Totally. You’re all good trust. Yeah.”

You were about to say something maybe a joke, maybe not when the door slammed open with the force of someone who had never knocked in his entire life.

“Yo, Sal HOLY SHIT”

You scrambled off like you’d been hit with a taser, rolling off to the side and nearly falling off the bed. Sal sat bolt upright, stiff as a corpse.

Larry stood in the doorway, a soda can in one hand and a box of cookies in the other, blinking like he was trying to make sure what he was seeing wasn’t a hallucination.

“Dude,” he said, utterly stunned. “Did I interrupt something?”

Sal buried his face in both hands with a groan. “Larry.”

“No, because this is like… well im not going to say. You’re on the bed, she’s on top of you, the music’s playing do you guys want me to turn the lights down? Light a candle or something?”

You threw a pillow at him.

Larry dodged it “I can come back later. Like, waaay later.”

“You weren’t even supposed to come now,” Sal hissed, his voice muffled behind his hands.

Larry grinned. “I felt a disturbance in the force.”

You sat up and crossed your legs, trying to fix your hair and your dignity. “Hey Larry, how’s it going?.”

Larry raised his brows and backed toward the hallway with exaggerated steps. “I meet you once and you’re already over my man right here”

And then he was gone, disappearing down the hall with the sound of crinkling cookie packaging trailing behind him. Sal finally peeked up at you, his face still a little flushed. “…Im sorry about that.”

You smiled, brushing your hair back. “Im not too worried, He seems like a nice guy.”

Sal blinked, then laughed “I think I like having you around,” he murmured, almost too quiet to catch.

You grinned, nudging his knee with yours. “Then send me that damn playlist before I tackle you again.”

“…Not the worst threat I’ve heard,” he replied.

And the music played on.

⋆༺𓆩☠︎︎𓆪༻⋆You sat criss cross on the grass with your cheerleader friends, your lunch mostly forgotten as you braided strands of your best friend’s hair while another girl animatedly recounted some drama from first period.

“…and then he said, ‘It’s not cheating if we were on a break!’” she shrieked, clutching her phone like it was sacred.

Everyone groaned, gasped, or fake fainted in synchronized horror.

You laughed, tossing a piece of grass in her direction. “He used the Friends defense? God, we need to start handing out red flags on flashcards.”

You were comfortable here. It was loud, messy, dramatic but it was yours. And they loved you because you weren’t just part of the cheer squad, or the new girl, but because you talked to the theater kids, the band nerds, the weird guy in the dinosaur hoodie. You didn’t care about cliques. You liked people. People were weird and interesting.

Eventually the bell rang and everyone stood, gathering their things in a flurry of hair and perfume.

“I’ll see you after school!” someone called. You waved, backing away toward the building with your backpack swinging behind you.

And that’s when you heard it. “Pick it up, you little freak. Or do you need your mommy to do it for you?”

You rounded the corner and froze. A smaller kid, maybe a freshman, was scrambling to pick up their books, hands shaking as a taller guy stood over him. Shaggy hair,, fists clenched like he wanted someone to look. A few papers blew past your feet. You didn’t step in. You knew better. You weren’t built like that couldn’t throw a punch or bark louder than a threat. And you knew the look of someone who’d use that.

But still… once the kid grabbed his stuff and scurried off like a spooked rabbit, you found your voice.

“Hey.”

The guy turned to you, annoyance etched into every line of his face. “What?”

You took a slow breath and tilted your head. “What’s your problem?”

He blinked, like you’d just asked him the square root of an existential crisis. “You wanna go?” he said, stepping toward you with all the bravado of someone who’d been fighting shadows his whole life.

You didn’t flinch. Just crossed your arms and stared. “You seriously pick fights with kids who can’t fight back? What, did your cereal bully you this morning?”

That got him. Just a flicker but it was there. A crack in the tough guy mask. He scoffed. “Don’t act like you know me.”

“I don’t,” you said honestly. “But I know whatever that was back there? Thats fucked, stop being a dick and maybe your mommy would do something about it.” His jaw flexed like he was holding back a hundred things he didn’t know how to say. “I’m not scared of you,” you added softly. “But you being a dick is pointless.”

He stared at you for a long time. Long enough that it should’ve felt uncomfortable. But instead, it felt… tense. Not dangerous. Just tight. Like something holding its breath.

Then, just before turning, he muttered, “Tch. Whatever.”

You watched him go, the anger in his steps still there but dulled, somehow. Like your words had wedged into the gears of whatever rage machine he operated on. You found out later from someone in gym class that his name was Travis. Just Travis. No one knew his last name, just that he was trouble, had a rep, and probably didn’t have many people who called him anything else.

Ash had seen it.

She’d been leaning against the side of the vending machines, chewing on the straw of her empty smoothie cup, eyes darting around the quad like they always did. She wasn’t looking for drama, not really, but if it stumbled into her path, she sure as hell wasn’t going to ignore it.

She watched the whole thing Travis towering, spitting venom, and you standing there, not brave enough to throw hands, but bold enough to ask why. Not backing down. Not even flinching.

When he walked off, still pissed but quieter somehow, she tossed her smoothie into the bin and strolled over like she wasn’t deliberately inserting herself.

“What was that?” she asked, casually, like she’d just seen you pet a lion.

You turned, slinging your backpack higher on your shoulder. “What was what?”

Ash raised a brow. “With Travis. You said something. He didn’t hit you. That’s basically a miracle.”

You shrugged, still feeling the adrenaline buzz in your ribs. “I don’t know. Just… couldn’t walk past it.”

Ash snorted. “People walk past him all the time. He’s an ass. A racist, sexist, homophobic caveman with fists for brains. Trust me, most people are glad to stay out of his way.”

You chewed your lip. “Yeah. I guess. I just. I don’t know. People who are assholes need someone to speak up.”

She tilted her head, considering that for a beat. “You ever get into fights?”

“God, no,” you said quickly. “I’d die.”

Ash smirked. “That checks out. Still, you didn’t run. Didn’t go fake sweet or start crying to a teacher. You just… confronted him. That was kind of bold of you new girl.”

“Thanks?” you offered, unsure.

She walked with you now, matching your steps as you made your way down the hall. It was quiet, the rush between lunch and next period tapering off.

Ash glanced sideways at you. “Y’know, I pegged you as another one of them.”

You didn’t need to ask who them was. You’d seen the way she looked at your cheer friends. Glitter and high ponies didn’t mix with combat boots and smudged eyeliner.

You smiled softly, still looking ahead. “Yeah. I get that a lot.”

She didn’t say anything for a second. Then: “Turns out you’ve got more bite than you let on.”

You turned to her, surprised. “You saying that like it’s a good thing.”

Ash shrugged. “Might be.”

That was it. No over explanation. No emotional dive into friendship territory. Just the Ashley Campbell version of a peace offering. She didn’t invite you to hang out or trade numbers. She didn’t ask personal questions or gush. But the next time she saw you in the hall, she nodded at you instead of looking through you.

⋆༺𓆩☠︎︎𓆪༻⋆ The bell had just rung, and the hallways were alive people yelling across rows of lockers, someone dropping a textbook with a dramatic slam, and the smell of cafeteria pizza already creeping in. You scanned the crowd like a bloodhound on a mission.

Sal Fisher. Quietly standing near the usual corner with Larry, Todd, and Ash. He had his hands in his pockets, head tilted as Todd went off about some new theory, probably ghosts or government tech. Ash was chewing on a straw and nodding vaguely, while Larry interrupted every other word with “Nah, but listen what if?”

You didn’t even think twice.

“Hey!” you called, bounding over like a cartoon character with too much energy and absolutely no sense of personal space. “There you are, Blue.”

Sal looked up right as you reached him. “Blue?”

“You’re wearing blue,” you said, pointing at him. “And your hair’s blue. You’re very committed to the aesthetic.”

He tilted his head. “I wear black more than anything.”

“Technicalities,” you said, grabbing his sleeve. “Come on. We’re doing something.”

Larry raised a brow. “Is this a kidnapping?”

“Definitely,” Ash answered flatly.

“Wait, what are we doing?” Sal asked, laughing under his breath as you pulled him gently away from the group. “Do I get a say in this?”

“You get to walk or be dragged, your call.”

“That doesn’t feel like much of a choice,” he muttered, but he let you lead him anyway.

“Where are you taking him this time?” Todd called out with actual concern.

“To the moon,” you replied without turning around. “Or maybe just the vending machines. We’ll see.”

Ash cupped her hands around her mouth. “Bring him back in one piece!”

Larry shouted after, “AND IF HE COMES BACK MARRIED IM ATTACKING YOU FOR NOT LETTING ME BE BEST MAN!”

You groaned and shot them a look over your shoulder. “Y’all are so dramatic.”

“We’re dramatic?” Ash asked, gesturing wildly. “You swooped in like a caffeinated falcon and stole our boy mid convo!”

Sal laughed beside you, his eyes squinting just slightly with amusement behind the mask. “You kinda did.”

“Okay, but be honest,” you said, bumping your shoulder into his. “You weren’t even really paying attention to Larry’s alien rant.”

“…It was about space cats this time.”

“See? I’m rescuing you.”

He chuckled again, a little softer this time. “Then thanks, I guess. You know, I’ve started looking forward to these.”

You slowed your pace, peeking at him from the side. “Yeah?”

“Yeah,” he nodded, a bit bashful now. “You’re crazy and I am definitely living for it.”

Your smile tugged wider, warmth blooming in your chest. “That might be the nicest thing anyone’s ever said to me.”

“You need better friends,” he teased.

“I have you,” you shot back.

And that quiet moment hung between you both for just a second comfortable, kind of sweet, a little electric.

Back at the hallway corner, the trio watched you both disappear down the hall. Ash crossed her arms, a curious look on her face. “Im glad to have found out she’s not just some glitter clone.”

“Nope,” Larry agreed. “She’s cool. Like, actually so cool.”

Todd smiled faintly. “And Sal likes her. That much is obvious.”

Ash gave a small nod, the corner of her mouth twitching up. “Yeah. He really does.” for once, none of them said anything snarky.

Love is a Waste of Time

Kalim Al-Asim x GN!Reader

Happy Birthday to my love, Kalim! Hopefully it's enjoyable!

Synopsis: Kalim's strange new habits confuse him. Why is he so inclined on everything that is you? Is he sick!? Or maybe it's a curse? After a night of crestfallen sobbing, Jamil finds poor Kalim in such a state- in need of guidance. After said guidance, Kalim know's what he suffers from is not a disease but love- love for you. How will Kalim confess- will you even accept? After all, "love is a waste of time."

TW: None, just fluff! + bonding with Jamil (!?)

Crimson eyes bore at you once more, hoping you don't catch the culprit as he peers at what you're doing. He doesn't understand why he's so inclined on looking at you- simply staring. Useless, that's what it is. He's not getting any work done nor is he even speaking to you. What's the point? He doesn't know, yet, he still gapes at you. He doesn't know why he's content with just looking at you.

When he finally gets the chance to speak to you, he simply listens. Eyes wide at what you're saying- such interest in whatever dumb topic you've brought up. You're sure no one else would so vividly attentive to what you have to say- endearing, that's what he is.

He ignores his work to listen in to your conversations- who are you talking to and what you like talking about. His attention constantly wavers when you're there; he can't help it. He doesn't understand why. He follows you around, clumsy steps after yours. He hopes you'll allow him to tag along, he means no harm. He doesn't even know why he's so inclined on following you.

A soft blush coats his face- frustration. What's happening to to him? Is he sick? Did he catch the flu? Does he have a disease?

The disease he suffers from, has your name.

Soft tears pool in his eyes- what if he's been cursed? He looks around his room, silken sheets draped across him as he sobs in silence. It's something so stupid too; how is he supposed to ask doctors to cure him when he's so shy to speak up? He doesn't know why he's shy, his milky hair tousled as his hands rake through it in confusion.

A knock on his door wakes him up from his pondering thoughts. Jamil opens the door carrying a glass of water, the same observant look in his eyes. Kalim quickly wipes his eyes, a soft smile on his lips.

"Jamil, it's you.." He says a sigh of relief following after his words. He thanks Jamil for the water as he urges him to take a seat right next to him.

"Kalim, something's up- don't try to lie." Jamil says as he takes a seat on the edge of Kalim's bed. It was unusual seeing the sunshine boy be so glum. As much as Jamil liked the idea of Kalim toning himself down, he didn't find the current Kalim appeasing.

"Jamil, I have request- if you don't mind." Kalim says, ruby eyes peering up at Jamil with a helpless gleam.

"Go on Kalim- if it's about ordering elephants for next week's party then it's a "no". We can't order those elephant's again, they caused quite a ruckus last-"

Jamil was cut off by a panicked Kalim. "No, no! Don't worry it's not that.." Kalim said, a certain innocence in his voice. Jamil was confused by his current demure disposition.

"I- it's about someone. You know the prefect, right?" He asked, a bashful expression coating his face. Jamil simply nodded, a hand running through his braided hair.

"I think i have a disease or a curse related to them. They're in my head, constantly. When I sleep, they're in my dreams and when I wake up they are the first thing I see. I want to speak to them but for some reason the words don't come out of my mouth- it frustrates me. My face feels warm when they're near me and my stomach- my stomach seems to have monkeys dancing in them! Have I been cursed!? Or have they been cursed? Can we save them?" He blurted out, his thoughts escalating to various heights. Truly an overthinker.

Jamil sighed after Kalim's monologue- this was bound to happen one day but Jamil never expected Kalim's love to be reminiscent of a puppy's.

"Kalim, before you say it- no, you nor the prefect will die. You haven't been cursed either and neither have they." Jamil sighed after speaking, his hands traveling to caress his forehead.

"Then!? What else could it be?" Kalim asked, concern and confusion etched on his face. "No, don't say it- it's a disease, isn't it?" Kalim spoke up in panic, his hands covering his ears to block out what Jamil had to say.

"Kalim you're in love." Jamil said, an air of blasé surrounding him as he removed Kalim's hands from his ears. Kalim was wide-eyed at Jamil's answer, a dumbfounded expression plastered on his face as if he was still comprehending what he had been told.

"Kalim, did you hear me? You're in love." Restated Jamil while looking at him Kalim with certainty.

"I'm in love...?" He asked himself before pausing- his movement reduced to zero. He blinked a few time before a large Cheshire grin plastered across his face.

"Ha! Why didn't I think of that? It was so simple- I'm in love!" He exclaimed, a hum of content following suit. Kalim clung onto Jamil in delight desperately thanking Jamil for his words of wisdom. Jamil simply pat Kalim's back before leaving the boy to his thoughts.

That night Kalim was content- truly, he was lucky to love someone like you. It was an honor.

Then, he begun the same routine once more- to peer at you as sneakily possible, to listen to you ramble on and on as he took notes of your likes, and to follow where you went in hopes of having your attention solely on him. Such a tiring routine.

Sometimes he wondered how you felt- was it truly okay for him to follow you around? He hoped he wasn't being clingy- a nuisance.

It was strange for you to have him follow you- you didn't mind. The little gifts he'd send were over-the-top but they made you smile, although you returned most of them due to how pricey they were. The way he'd listen so wholeheartedly to whatever you had to say- it made your heart thump a little faster. Oh, and how he always had or made time for you; it made you feel privileged

Little by little a strange set of nerves took over your heart- what was this feeling? You sat there smiling for no reason- your thoughts filled with but Kalim. A bizarre flood of fuzzy nothings filled your mind- your heart sprinting away in fluster at the mere thought of him. A blush crept up your face whenever he was around- why were you so nervous?

You felt like flying yet also falling; the need to scream as loud as you could by merely spotting him was truly a bother. You'd surely gone mad.

A rush of emotions crept up your spine when he was around, running away the only answer. Your eyes could never meet his gaze; he only wondered what he'd done wrong. Nights were spent hugging your pillow in frustration as you bit your nails pondering over how to avoid him and talk to him at the same time. Your unusual behavior meant no harm, you were simply a bit crazy in-love yet also too flustered to act upon it. You weren't ready to face your feelings.

Nevertheless, Kalim took it wrongly, his carmine eyes dimming down in sorrow. Tears pooled in his eyes as he held a rose you didn't accept. A smile soon inched onto his face- fake.

"I'm sorry prefect- sorry for bothering you." He said, hiding the rose behind his back as he prepared to walk off. His eyes refused to make contact with yours while his heart hammered in his chest- he was a fool.

"Wait!" You said, a desperate wail as you rushed over to catch his sleeve. You were flustered, confused too. You didn't reject him- no, the words just couldn't come out of your throat.

"I'm sorry, I wasn't silent because I didn't accept- I just couldn't believe this was happening." You confessed, your hand holding his sleeve in place- you couldn't let go.

"I don't know what you've done. I can't get you out of my head but I don't hate it. When you're around me I can't speak- I want to, but the words don't come out. It's as if my heart's being restrained and my head is filled with nothing- my mind goes blank. I wanna look at you and I want to hold you. I know this is all really stupid coming from me but I don't know what to do. I wasn't trying to reject you- no, not at all. I thought I was daydreaming. Kalim, I don't know what you've done to me." You gushed, a shaky breath following suit.

Your eyes couldn't meet his and your mind was in a frenzy. Your body felt as if it was on fire and you felt so embarrassed- you still didn't know what he did to you. Though, you had a hunch.

A smile graced Kalim's lips- such a pretty smile it was. He patted your back, making you look up at him.

"It's love." He simply said.

"What?" You were not expecting such a bold or to-the-point answer. You blinked a few times, a smile creeping up your lips- it was such a "Kalim" answer. Truly, he was precious.

"Jamil told me- I thought it was a disease or a curse; but no, it's love. I also had the same, erm, symptoms?" He said with a grin, confusion etching his features when he tried explaining what you were going through.

"Love, really?" You said- a rhetorical question. A hum of delight left your lips as you took in a serene breath.

"Well, love is a waste of time." You stated, earning a hurt expression from Kalim. A panicked set of hands clung onto you, bringing you back from your serene state.

"No, it's not a waste of time." He said, his brows furrowing as if he was offended. "It may feel like it's useless to love because you're stuck doing absolutely nothing. But, isn't there a beauty in that? Isn't it so lovely to be so enamored that you're stunned every time you lay your eyes on a person. Isn't that something worthy to spend your time on?" He asked, teary-eyed. His hands clutched your arms desperately as a quivering sigh escaped his lips. He wanted to show you that loving someone was worth-it, it wasn't as trifling as you thought it was. His description, although not very convincing, was able to convince you.

A small giggle escaped your lips before it turned into a full-on laugh. Kalim looked confused- why were you laughing? What was so funny? Did you think he was joking? If so, he really wasn't- loving you, it made him happy, elated even.

"Kalim, I said love was a waste of time but I never said that I wouldn't waste my time on love." You spoke gently drawing a grin from Kalim. Your eyes studied him, a warm feeling nestling in your heart. Just looking at him soothed your heart.

"I think, at least once in my life, I'd like to waste my time." You spoke, the sun peeking in from the window as if to embrace you both.

He looked at you, frenzied- he hoped you were referring to him.

"Who else is better to waste my time with than with you?" You cooed, a soft whisper tickling his ear. It was as if you were letting him onto a secret, his eyes lighting up in delight. He peered at you sheepishly, a bumbling smile on his lips.

Truly, love was a waste of time- here you both were, wasting your time in each other's presence. Still, it was a good waste of time.

A waste of time that was worth wasting your time for.

"Love is a waste of time, but I love this waste of time."

Note: Inspo from the song "Love is a Waste of Time" from the movie PK.

Note 2: I hope I was able to show Jamil and Kalim's "bonding". I firmly believe that there are and have been moments in which Jamil has cared for Kalim wholeheartedly, albeit the fact that he can be very "detached" or cold (I'm so bad at explaining this-).

Note 3: If you enjoyed this, please interact with this post, my blog, and reblog! Any kind gestures are greatly appreciated! Thank you!

I realized I haven't posted often-

So this is a apology cake thats a one-shot hope you can enjoy it.

THE FIRST LIE

Light Milk Cookie walked through the garden of his academy. The bushes perfectly cut the flowers bloom beautifully the sun casting its light over the beautiful garden making the scene more majestic.

He can't help but smile softly as he looked at the scene. The only thing that brought him peace is this garden, his exhaustion slowly leaving his mind. This garden is one he treasures quite a lot. The peace is broken by the sound of footsteps coming behind him causing the blue colored cookie to turn around and his mismatched eyes took the sight of you.

You wore your normal outfit that's ironed so it would look perfect. Your hair is like silk shining under the sun light. His eyes admire you while you ran up to him only to wrap your arms around him in a hug.

A hug that spread a warm feeling through his dough into his soul jam. His eyes look down at your bit smaller form as he then shrunk his form so you could snuggle into his neck just how you like it. Wrapping his arms around your body holding you close. He can only hope he can make you feel the same warmth he feels from your hug.

You kiss his neck giggling softly as you look up through your long eyelashes watching his expression change into a slight flustered one. His cheeks having turn a beautiful shade of a deeper blue that had too corrupted his ears. He presses a kiss on the crown of your head now making you blush while smiling brightly in response.

He held your body that's leaking jam his hands trembling his eyes wide shining with unshed tears. Your eyes that shone so brightly loosing life ever so slightly while your legs tremble unable to support you for longer. The arrow that was ment to pierce through his body instead was piercing yours. His whole being frozen in pure shock and terror the world has stopped for him.

“Forgive me Light Milk Cookie…for not being able to live alongside you-”

A cough interrupted your speech deep red jam rolls out of your mouth down your chin until it soaks into your clothes but you continued talking not putting much thought into the jam. Light Milk cookie snapped out of his frozen state. He tighten his grip onto you. Your legs gave up on you causing him to fall onto his knees. He looked at your wound the arrow still in you he uses his fingers to press around the arrow to hopefully stop the bleeding but he should have realized sooner it was stupid as the arror had pieces through you stomach the sharp peak peaking out of your other side of your body.

“S-Stop! Your not dying no!...look at me just focuse on breathing-”

His words are cut off by your breathy words. Your eyes looking at him with love even if their light are dimming. You put all of your strength on your arm raising it to cup his cheek your thumb rubbing circles onto the dough of his cheek.

“I-I…love you…so live for me Light Milk Cookie…”

Light Milk Cookies breath caught onto his throat. The non shedding tears escape his eyes rolling down his cheeks he raises his hand to hold yours only for your hand to fall limb before he could. His hand froze mid air as his eyes took in the moment when your light of life truly left your body.

“Y/N?...Y/N cookie…Y/N cookie!..Y/n cookie!!”

His cry ecos through the empty forest while tears rolled down his face. He holds your body while he cried in agony

“Oh silly vanilly~! I shall give you the grand proposal of healing my true star!”

He happily chirps his voice filled with fake delight not giving time for truthless to respond before teleporting him into the most secured place in the tower of deceit.

He flew towards a bed that's covered in curtains that hid what's inside. Truthless let's out a annoyed huff his empty eyes looked at the beast with irritation.

“I won't participate on this game your playing-”

His words are cut off when he saw the being who was hidden by the curtains of the bed. On the large bed lays but a simple looking cookie with their eyes closed, their dough deprived of life but their body in perfect condition.

He approached the bed looking down at the cookie with slight confusion in his emotionless eyes the beast then spoke up.

“Aren't they so charming! I was able to keep their body frozen in time…”

Truthless wasn't listening to Shadow milk cookies words too focused on the body on the bed. He stretched his hand placing it on your hand that was cold he felt it…the void of life in you.

“They're dead.”

He informed sharply the beast who froze at those words. His words coming into a halt a silence followed them only for the beast to snap.

“Of course you would say that! Why did I think you would be a smart little cookie? They're not dead. I know they aren't!”

He said with his usual cheerful voice his act of happiness coming back. Truthless looked at him with unhidden disgust.

“Their dead…they should be buried-”

Truthless is cut off by Shadow milk who's face has earned a expression of pure anger.

“They are not DEAD!! You stupid cookies don't see it but they're alive! Just wounded.”

He responded with venom lacing his words. His hair floating in the air with an aura of anger using his powers to teleport truthless away from the room he treasured.

He huffed before flying close to you sitting on the bed edge stretched out his hand holding your cheek.

“They're all trying to lie to me. Can you believe it starlight?...you will wake up I know you will.”

Oh my-

Sorry, I should have said it was a poisoned cake.

Disclaimer <this is a WIP>

This is my first work so..I'm sorry if it's not that good English is my second language so don't expect good grammar from me.

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THE SUN IN THE DARK

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You were just walking through the streets of the village. You were just a basic cookie to the other cookies. Nothing special, your magic weak–you are just basic…normal.

That's what every cookie you came across thought. You were quiet at times even emotionless, but sometimes you would be very energetic. It depends on the mood you're in.

Hearing this, you were quite proud of yourself. You were once a normal human now, a cookie. To many, this change would be scary, but for you, it wasn't. You had nothing in your previous world. No family worth staying with, no friends, not even pets. You were alone, but now you're in your favorite game. Wasn't it exciting to wake up and see yourself in the forest you knew so well.

You learned magic as it was what required very little physical actions, unlike welding a sword or a bow–but you are also a sucker for knowledge, especially about your favorite game.

You were one happy cookie for a while, but then. It got boring after a while. You learned everything perfected every spell and have memorized everything on the basic knowledge books. You were hungry for more. You are like a sponge sucking knowledge like it's water.

So you decided you have to start traveling again in order to find more knowledge leaving you beautiful cabin. You traveled alone for a while cake hounds chasing you and other monsters chasing you. They were so cute sad you had to kill them—then cook them.

Yes, you ate the monsters they were so delicious, though their eyes are very sour, like biting a unpealed lemon sour. You yourself weren't sure how you could eat them as you though cookies can only eat — but you aren’t complaining. They tasted amazing.

As you wondered, you heard a sound one that made you raise an eyebrow, turning to where the sound came from.

*A cake hound? No, it didn't sound like a sound a cake hound could create.*

Your grip on your staff tightened while you approached the sorce of the sound, making sure–you weren't making any sound.

“Ah! Finally, a good place to camp for the night!”

An energetic voice rings through the air, and the voice obviously belongs to a boy cookie. Your eyes winded slightly the corners of your lips twitching. You felt a heat of excitement shoot through your dough.

“Gigngerbrave what if a cakehound attacks us when we sleep?”

A soft voice rings through the air, the one speaking obviously a bit scared. You move closer carefully using the trees to hide your form– your eyes shining brightly at the sight.

*it's them!!!*

Your breath caught in your throat while you leaned on the tree you're hiding behind. You see them GingerBrave is happily gathering sticks while the strawberry Cookie is looking at him with a worried look on her face.

“Don't worry, strawberry Cookie, I will put a barrier so if a cake hound tries to attack, we will be alarmed.”

The wizard reassured his friend, who let's out a sigh in response– looking now a bit relieved.

You fixed your robes and hood before clearing your throat, catching the attention of the other cookies immediately drawing their weapons.

“Who's there?!”

Wizard cookie demanded his voice carrying a hint of fear. You only chuckled softly at the character you know like the back of your cookie hand.

You walk out of your hiding spot, smiling ear to ear. You raised your hand, waving at the other cookies as you approached them.

“Greetings follow travelers! I hope you don't mind me intruding, but I wish to join your little spot for tonight. If you allow me, of course.”

Your words of grace flow out of your mouth like rivers of water. You bow down slightly in greeting wishing to look as presentable as you can.

“Ah? A nother cookie!”

Gingerbrave happily said smiling brightly.

“of course you can join us in this camp!”

He declared without hesitating the wizard cookie flinched at this before responding

“ginger brave?! They're strangers what if-”

“Thank you so much oh young cookies. I hope one day I can repay your kindness.”

You cut him off expressing your gratitude which made the wary cookie sigh in defeat. While Strawberry Cookie just stayed silent but you can tell she's too a bit wary.

Just like that you were accepted into the group. You went through the adventures you played through. You knew the outcome of it all so you didn't really feel effected If something happened. To you they were all game characters–If they die they die.

You mostly let the others do the heavy lifting knowing they need to do it to be more powerful. Though if they asked for your help in the middle of a battle you would help. Despite just knowing basic magic spells you beat any monster in sight…Well the ones you have done your research on and have fought before.

Though when one finds a artifacts or a book about something you lose all control chuckling happily. Jumping up and down in excitement you were like a cat on catnip in those moments.

—––––––––

Then the moment you have been waiting for arrived! Finally you have begun the beast yeast chapter. You are so excited your hungry brain desires the knowledge inside. You didn't care about White lily cookie leaving too focused on the fact your about to enter the best arc you have player through.

Your skipping humming happily Pure Vanilla cookie couldn't help but giggle at how energetic you are being.–While Wizard Cookie only sighed but had a small smile on his face.

“Y/N cookie how can you be so excited?”

Asked a very nervous Strawberry Cookie who has a bad feeling about this trip.

“I just can't help but be excited! Imagine all the books the knowledge– the spells!”

You happily explained your heart beating ten times faster now thinking about the books your cheeks earn a blush as you happily skipped while the others walked.

“What a energetic cookie.”

Exclaimed a amused Pure Vanilla Cookie who had been a victim to your excitement when you first met him.

“I'm glad your happy Y/N cookie!”

Commented GingerBrave who pats Strawberry Cookies shoulder as a way to comfort the other cookie who nodded her head in response.

Greek Mythology (Epic the Musical included) Masterlist:

Green = Finished

Orange = Coming soon

Pink = Link

Telemacus: Coming soon!

Odyseus: Coming soon!

Penelopy: Coming soon!

Poesidon: Coming soon!

Zeus: Coming soon!

Eurylochus: Coming soon!

Polites: Coming soon!

Athena: Coming soon!

Hermes: Coming soon!

Calypso: Coming soon!

Antinous: Coming soon!

Other:

Anything For You; your Highness (Platonic Ftm Reader x Odypen) Sumary: After Odysseus hadn't returned in over twelve years and the Suitors start to grow restless, Reader; a long time friend and servant of the royal family takes matters into their own hands to assure that Penelope can stick to her promise of staying loyal to her husband and the only way they knew how to do so was to become a 'suitor' themself.

Fnaf SB X NonBi!Blacklight!Drummer!Animatronic!reader

Beat Your Own drum

Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5,

ANNOUNCEMENT

Request: no

Pairing: none

mainly mentioned: Reader

Pronouns: They/them

Warnings: Anxiety, Possible anxiety attack, swearing

A/N: This isn't like the bullet point post that I did last time. This is the lengthy story format.

ENCORE

Anxiety embraced your tense form warmly, invisible limbs wrapping around your torso whispering harmful nothings in your brightly pigmented ears.

A shudder racked your spine sending unwelcomed twinges through your wires, your fingertips even though you weren't supposed to feal, felt numb, tingly, like pins and needles of a limb that had fallen asleep after being seated for too long.

A large firm hand placed itself on the little of your back, jolting your head spun (E/C) hues meeting with a pair of ocean blue ones that swirled with a flurry of emotions you were yet able to read.

The main singer had noticed your tense figure, ears pulled to the sides of your head and twitching fingers, every so often he would catch incoherent mumbles of encouragement but only for it to be of to no avail. Shoving the small resentment and anger towards you aside he took it upon himself to check on you.

"You ready kid?" he hums softly almost like you were a meek little bird that would be startled by even the slightest movement, brows furrowing his sky-colored orbs swirled with concern. Shaking your head, you turned from his blue and red lined masked face, eyes directed to the elevator like stage platform, instruments equally spaced for each animatronic. You could hear the upbeat music that played above the surface, it just barely reaching your ears. "No, but do I really have a choice?" Your ears sunk further, shoulders rising as a labored breath? racked your chest. Your anxiety had grown worse at the distinct chatter that seeped into the underground 'Mascot aid and performance' area.

The bears large hand like paw circled, calmly trailing your back at an attempt to calm your stressed wires and spurring gears. "You're going to do great, I'm sure of it!" He chirped, monotone voice humming comfortably.

Your body jolted forwards as a sudden weight slung itself across your back. A bubbly giggle escaped the chicken's beak as she snuggled her feathers against your face. It hadn't taken long for you two to grow close, yeah, she was iffy on your first arrival and how you would react, this having been the reason because of a certain gator... but after the week of maintenance and such you were able to finally properly interact with the crew. The others had to admit you were quite well with the ladies as you already had Chica and Roxanne wrapped around your finger. "Come on (Y/N)! You're gonna do amazing!" She squealed; lean arms being wrapped around your neck careful not to jab you in the head with her pink shoulder guards.

"But-"

"Alright droids, get in your places its show time!" A prepubescent voice demanded patting Montgomery on the back whose tail swayed behind him as he jogged towards his assigned spot on the moving stage platform, lifting the warm colored base guitar strap over his head he groaned, struggling momentarily as he attempted to get the strap over his purple shoulder guards. A few incoherent curses later the instrument was finally in its rightful place on his shoulder.

Placing a hand on your own yellow shoulder guards Freddy nodded. Saphire hues boring into your own as if to silently cheer you on.

Furrowing your brows, you nodded back with a deep breath. "I've got this... Maybe..." With a hearty chuckle the bear patted your shoulder reassuringly. "There you go. come on." He smiled softly head leaning toward the others who looked back at the two.

"LET'S ROCK THE ROOF OFF THIS JOINT!" Montgomery chanted, deep voice bellowing through the opening above.

Your legs took on a mind of their own as you marched to your drum set, the neon lights inside glowing brightly followed with the neon yellow drumsticks on the side.

eyes everting toward the chair before you, you sat clawed hands wrapping around the wooden, neon sticks, foot on the bass drums peddle you heaved a breath with another firm nod.

"Let's fucking do this."

The stage platform jerked, your metal exterior skeleton clinking together softly. The music blared as the announcer's voice boomed proudly.

"LADYS AND GENTALMEN BOYS AND GIRLS FAZBEAR ENTERTAINMENT WOULD LIKE YOU TO PUT YOUR HANDS TOGETHER FOR THE FREDDY FAZBEAR BAND, WE ALSO WANT TO GIVE A WARM WELCOME TO OUR NEW RECRUIT TO THE CREW PLEASE WELCOME (Y/N) THE (Animal)!"

Deafening cries of welcoming filled your soul as the platform finally came to a jolting stop.

The music quieted as did the crowd.

Stage lights shining on you, the new center of attention.

With an anxious exhale your arms lifted, neon drumsticks suspended in the air.

Everything felt as if it had slowed, crippling anxiety ate, devouring your nonexistent stomach, you felt as if you could hurl. With clenching eyes and a firm smack of your sticks the lights flickered.

The crowd roared as they cried out in awe at your now vibrantly glowing appearance as your sticks thrummed against the instrument Infront of you.

Eyes fluttering open slightly you gazed to the crowd, glowsticks and neon apparel illuminating the huge room as they danced. You grinned widely at the breath-taking sight, anxiety fading away like a monster in the light.

Glancing from your audience your (E/C) hues met with a pair of blue ones once again. Freddy grinned as he danced along the stage spitting lyrics. Roxanne's hair flew into the air, clearly feeling the new beat as she headbanged.

Chica cried out in silent cheers as she tore a mean riff grinning widely at your illuminating form.

However, when your eyes landed on the oversized Gator, he glared back with resentment? Anger?

Again, anxiety devoured your wires, figure becoming stiff and jerky as he turned away from you.

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"You did AMAZING out there (N/N)!" Chica cried as she hoped around the now descended platform. You lay the drumsticks down wiping the developed condensation from your brow smiling nervously at the hyper chicken who seemed to notice your still tense form.

Beak opening to speak she was cut off by a loud crash, heads jerking in the direction of the destruction you coiled.

Montgomery growled loudly as he marched from the room, Bass guitar laying on the ground somewhat unharmed "I gotta go blow some fuckin' steam." He growled marching down the hall, footsteps fading as he trudged.

You sighed softly ears once again retreating to the side of your head.

Freddy turned facing your saddened form. "Don't mind him, he's a bit hot headed." He spoke nonchalantly with the shake of his head. You nodded mouth opening to reply.

"Don't- he does this a lot; you'll get used to it eventually." Roxanne sighed.

"H-How about we go and do our meet and greets now? I'm sure Monty will come around eventually." Chica suggested with a nervous chuckle. With mutters of agreement again a large hand placed itself on the little of your back. Glancing up at the brown bear he chuckled.

"Better grab a few pens and get ready for flashing camera's because you're the center of attention today." Your nervous smile faltered into a poker face at the mention of this. With a long sigh your shoulders slunk forward, torso slouching as you stumbled from the performance room.

This was gonna be a long day...

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WOOOO TWO PARTS IN ONE DAY, YALL BLEW PART ONE UP (to me anyway) BUT HERE IS YA PART 2, PART 3 COMING AS SOON AS I AM FINISHED.

I also might turn this into a full-blown book that I will probably put on like Wattpad and shit too so- yeah. Let me know if I should or not!!

List of Chapters for my fanfiction named;

The premium version of human is here to wreak house, mfs.

Prologue (Shit's about to go down.)

(Pls reblog, it gives motivation :3)

(P.s If there's anything wrong with the links, pls tell me)

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

Chapter 7

Tyrannical blood rose (Aka. Catan's anger issues mixed with Luke's height, and amplified by Luci's legendary stick up the ass.)

Chp. 1.1 (Yet to be available)

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Sunset Revolution (Aka. Belphie but with less yanda-yandar-eyi and more turning people into sanda-sandy-eyi.)

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Fishy practices (Aka. Solomon but somehow shadier due to the lack of fucks given towards the betterment of humanity. Feat. Barbatos' clone + his chaotic lookalike.)

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One man coup d'etat (Aka. It's snek boi time with illegal imprisonment in what is equivalent to a boot camp sprinkled in for some flavor.)

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The envy of the fairest (Aka. Asmodeus but with less manwhore tendencies.)

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Be my Persephone (Aka. Why is no one in this goddamn school normal?!)

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Coming soon! (Still thinking of titles)

If anyone knows about it, let me know please

hi im so sorry to bother you but im searching for this fic on tumblr where reader is like reborn or somehow appears into the marauders universe with prev knowledge of the situation so they befriend all the marauders & lily too, and watch over them from afar going as far as to also become an animagus . random things i remember : reader has a brief fling with lily . reader is friends with lots of the paintings so i think the author left it on a cliffhanger where the paintings tell the reader that someone had been following them around while they were snooping . sorry if this is rlly vague i just rlly want to find this fic again T_T

I don't think I've ever read this, I'm sorry but now I kinda want to.

@robieangel @morwap @forourmoons @turvi and anyone else, do you know this fic?

Mutterseelenallein (Otto Octavius/Fem!Reader)

Angst

Summary: Reader has stuck with Otto Octavius since before his transformation/accident, and continues to do so even afterwards. But the stress of it all finally gets to her.

Word Count: 1236

Warnings: Angst, implied suicidal thoughts/attempt

What once was a bright star now began to die in the hands of its creator. Dizzy. Lost. Swaying back and forth every which way, tossed and turned, lifted and slammed back into the ground that she had to constantly pull herself back up from.

She sat on a small wooden stool, hands folded in her lap with a defeated slouch as she stared at the working man. A blank expression rested upon her face, watching his hands carefully tinker as sparks reflected and bounced off of his goggles. She would have been proud if not for the circumstances.

His whole demeanor had changed. It was night and day. The soft, thoughtful man she once knew was now just a shell for the parasites on his back to use of their own will. In rare moments she saw a familiar glimmer in his eyes, but it faded so quickly that she wasn’t even sure if it was ever truly there.

“I can’t!”

“You can. I know you can.”

“But what if I hurt you?!”

“You won’t hurt me, dear. You need to trust them.” Otto chuckled at the woman in front of him. She moved to a stance so she could throw the ball he had given her, and even though she trusted his work the thought of throwing a ball directly at his face made her stomach quench. In a moment of bravery she threw it with all of the might she had, the ball speeding towards Otto until an actuator slung its way around him to catch it mere inches away.

There was a pause. Then the two looked at each other and suddenly cheered. She ran her way over to Otto and threw herself onto him in excitement.

“It works great - they work great!”

“They sure do!” Otto laughed, voice muffled in her hair. “Quick, let’s see what else they can do!”

The woman bit down on the inside of her cheek as her waterline began to overflow. She rubbed her hands along her thighs and sniffed.

“Um, Otto?” She barely spoke. “Can I step out for a minute?” He stalled his movements in thought, then grunted. It was enough of an answer to get her to stand up.

“Don’t be too long.” With a nod she exited the rundown building, a cool breeze brushing her cheeks as she closed in on herself. She walked to the edge of the dock and stared down at her reflection with a knowing look. The longer she stared the more lost she became.

Eyes squinted shut with pursed lips she shook in an effort not to cry. Not to break. Not until her body couldn’t handle it. Not until she fell to her knees. Not until that very moment when it finally happened.

Everything seemed to collapse as she took in a trembling, uneasy breath. A silent cry. Trying to stay quiet, what would be wailing came out as a pathetic whine. The hold on her clothes turned her knuckles white, knees buzzing with pain from their impact with the concrete beneath her. Drops landed softly in the water below to distort her reflection.

It all seemed to move slower once she opened her eyes. The sound of her heartbeat flooded her ears. The birds grew quiet. The wind stilled. She leaned closer to the water, hand outreached to come into contact with it. The colder temperature numbed the tips of her fingers as she grew braver with her cries.

Her thoughts ran faster than she could handle as her hand sunk in further. Further to her elbow as she leaned forward off of the heels of her feet. Her breath stilled. The hand that kept her from falling slowly lost its grip.

“(Y/N)!” The bellowing voice startled her, pushing her head first into the water. An actuator grabbed hold of her shirt before her lower half could reach, her head and torso completely soaked in the freezing water when it brought her back up to the wood of the dock. “Have you lost your mind?!” Otto slid out of his trench coat and wrapped her up, ushering her back into the old warehouse. “Imagine what would’ve happened if I wasn’t there!”

He watched (Y/N)’s shivering form incredulously, confused and frustrated with what he saw. It made him feel something he hadn’t felt since the accident. Something he never wished to feel ever again.

He was scared.

“Nothing would be different.” (Y/N) whispered in response as Otto paced. He snapped his head to look at her, seeing her staring at the floor.

“Nothing would be different?” Otto spoke gently, painfully. And it grew louder. “Nothing would be different - are you hearing yourself, (Y/N)?!”

“Just fine, Otto!” She rasped in anguish. The flood gates reopened with a new wave of emotions. “I said ‘nothing would be different’!” She gasped for breath and ran a hand through her dripping hair, frantic. “I’m just a doll to you! Something for you to look at, to have to say you have it even when you don’t need it! You don’t need me, Otto.” She watched as he fumed, face growing red.

“I do.”

“Why? How?” (Y/N) challenged, stepping closer to the taller man who remained silent. “You don’t know?” She laughed hysterically through her tears. “You don’t know?! After all we’ve been through, Otto, you don’t know?!”

For the first time since he changed, he was stunned. He didn’t know what to say. He didn’t know what to think. The voices in his head battled for dominance through the confusion, his own gaining what little upperhand he had. (Y/N) took notice, voice softer.

“I came back for you, Otto.” Her eyes glistened as they looked up at him, glazed. “I came back for you and you just cast me aside like some stranger. And even then I kept coming back. Isn’t that enough?”

“My dear, I -“ Otto took a deep breath, the voices the quietest they have been since they started. Everything caught up to him. Everyone he injured, carelessly threw around, stepped on. It broke his heart knowing his own (Y/N) had been involved. He pulled her into him with a hand rested protectively over the back of her head. She held onto him as if her life depended on it, finally sobbing into his chest.

“I just wanted to be important…”

“Hush, now. You’re the most important thing to me, (Y/N).” His own eyes began to water. “I’m sorry for everything I’ve put you through, my dear.” A tear slid down his cheek. “I’m sorry - I’m so sorry.” He dropped to his knees, arms wrapped around her waist with his face buried in her stomach. “They won’t leave me alone. I can’t stand it - the voices! I can’t tell which ones are my own anymore, I don’t mean to hurt you or anyone, I just - I can’t -“

“Otto?” He looked up at her, melting at the sight of her adoring gaze. “It’s going to be okay. Right?” She wasn’t sure if she was trying to reassure herself or the man in front of her at that point, but when he nodded she knew things would get better. It was just a matter of time.

She joined him on the floor and the two of them shared the other’s tears, tied up in each other.