#don't know weirder things have happen. did you sleep well. did you feel rested. did you feel safe. how did you feel about it emotionally

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hey wouldn't it be fun to give Hunter a bunch of Grimwalker things that no one but Belos knew about and everyone assumes is just Belos being cruel until they try something different and then it turns out it was actually necessary for Hunter's wellbeing?

so like one day Hunter mentions never having ice-scream or cake or really any other type of dessert. and everyone's like "that's so sad we have to get him ice-scream right away." but then Hunter spends the next couple hours being violently ill and it turns out Grimwalkers can't handle processed sugar

or he was never allowed to go to the healers when he was injured and he always had to stitch himself up (or Belos would do it sometimes if it was bad enough). and everyone's completely horrified because that's terrible and evil and what could the point of that be except to make Hunter go through more pain? and then someday he breaks a leg or something and they take him to the healers and it just. doesn't work. nothing happens. and it turns out healing magic is completely ineffective on Grimwalkers

anyway I think it would be fun to make the line between what was care and what was abuse a little blurry every now and again

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the bodyguard | part 4

Bradley 'Rooster' Bradshaw x Famous!reader AU

After joining Maverick's security team once he left the navy, Rooster had become the best bodyguard around. He never thought too hard about it, he'd go in, protect whoever he was assigned, and leave. The threat against his client never really went anywhere if he was on the job, and he always put it first. All until your assignment came along. Suddenly his biggest threat might not be the stalker watching your every move, but rather trying not to fall for the world's biggest pop star.

warnings: stalker, threats, mention of strict trainer/food, toxic parent, anything else let me know

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When you walked into the kitchen the next morning, wrapped in the blanket Rooster had covered you with the night before, you didn't feel as irritated seeing him there. In fact, you almost felt calm. He was focused on the coffee machine, and you watched him quietly for a minute.  

"Morning." you said softly, staying by the door, almost hesitant to approach him. It felt weird, not ignoring him or snapping something at him. It felt even weirder that you didn’t want to. 

Rooster turned a little as he heard you, a small smile forming on his lips when he noticed you were still wrapped up in the blanket. "Morning." he replied, voice still raspy with sleep. He turned back to the coffee machine, grabbing two mugs from the cupboard, "Sleep well?" he asked, not taking his eyes off the steaming liquid as he poured. 

"Yeah." you nodded slightly, "Really well." 

Rooster turned to face you fully, "That's good." he murmured, relieved that you seemed to look better rested, the dark circles under your eyes a little less prominent. He could tell that you were still guarded around him, but your tone felt different, softer and more sincere. 

He watched as you hesitated at the door, clearly not used to the new dynamic between you, the truce still fresh and familiar. 

“You can come in, you know.” he gestured towards the kitchen with a nod of his head. 

“Right.” you chuckled a little, suddenly feeling silly, and walked over to him. 

"Here." he passed you a cup of coffee, his fingers brushing against yours as you took the cup from him. 

You felt a shiver run up your spine at the simple touch, like an electric current. The moment passed as quickly as it happened, and Rooster turned back to the kitchen counter, pretending to straighten things up, like he hadn't been as affected as you.  

"Thanks." you said softly. Rooster nodded, keeping his gaze averted as he fussed with things on the counter. 

He took a deep breath and turned to face you, his expression neutral once again, "Breakfast?" he needed something else to focus on besides the way his fingers were itching to brush against yours again, or the memory of your hand in his from the night before. 

It all felt too weird. 

You sat down at the island in the middle of the room, "I'm good, thanks." you paused, "I'm, uh, not technically allowed breakfast." you admitted, almost looking shy. 

His brows furrowed at that, "You’re not allowed breakfast?" he repeated gruffly. 

You chuckled lightly, wrapping your hands around the mug of coffee, "Ah, my uh, trainer has me on this fasting diet thing. I don't eat until midday. He wants me looking ready for my album release party. There’s this dress I have to fit into, it’s a whole thing." you felt silly as you said it, and even sillier when Rooster shook his head in disbelief. 

"That sounds like bullshit." he muttered, suddenly feeling pissed off that you couldn't have something as simple as breakfast. It seemed like everyone controlled everything you did, if it wasn't your packed-out schedule, it was the food you ate, or what you wore, or how you acted in interviews. 

"It kind of is." you shrugged. 

He studied your face for a moment, noticing the resignation there. It’s clear that you weren’t entirely comfortable with the diet or dress you had to fit into, but you didn’t seem willing to fight it either. He debated saying something, unsure if it was his place to have an opinion on the matter. Eventually, he decided to go for it anyway. 

He leaned onto the counter next to you. “You know that everything those trainers and stylists push on you... it’s bullshit, right? You’re already gorgeous, you don’t need to skip breakfast to fit into some dress.” 

You looked up to meet his eyes, he sounded so sincere it made you freeze for a moment. “I... Yeah. I know.” 

He held your gaze, “So then, why do you go along with it?” 

You looked down at the hot mug of coffee wrapped in your hands. You thought you'd have an answer, but you felt yourself pause, starting to wonder the same thing. 

"It’s easier. My dad...” you trailed off and quickly shook your head, “It’s easier to just do what makes people happy. I don’t wanna cause trouble.” 

His expression softened and he could sense the resignation in your voice, the way you’d been conditioned to prioritize other’s happiness over your own. “But what about what makes you happy? What about what you want?” 

You shrugged a little, “I... I guess I haven’t really thought about it.” 

The sincerity in your words hit him strongly, and he moved a little closer to you, leaning his arms against the counter. "Well... maybe it’s time you start.” 

You nodded slowly, lifting your head up to properly look at him. A small smile tugged at your lips, "Then... let's have some breakfast." 

Rooster felt his heart flutter at the tiny smile on your face, and he couldn't help but grin back at you, happy that maybe you were finally starting to break away from the habits you’d been trapped in. "You sure? Might make your trainer mad." He teased. 

You chuckled, “Like you said, he’s not here. So, if this stays between us, I’m good.” 

“That’s the spirit.” he replied, heading over to the fridge, “Pancakes sound good?” 

“Really good.” you grinned, before deciding to tease him a little, “So, you think I’m gorgeous, huh?” 

He froze, his hand pausing mid-reach for the pancake mix as he processed your question. He hadn’t realised that had slipped out earlier and he turned to face you. “I... uh, well...” 

“Lost for words?” you sipped your coffee, trying to look as innocent as possible, but it was hard not to laugh at Rooster’s red cheeks. 

He shot you a glare, “Shut up.” he muttered, and quickly turned away, busying himself with mixing pancake batter and trying to regain composure. 

All you could do was chuckle to yourself, his sudden embarrassment was so unlike him, it was endearing.  

-- 

“I seriously have to sign this?” Rooster huffed, as he looked over the contract you had handed him in the back seat of the car.  

You were on your way to the studio, ready to give your new album the final listen before release, and as you watched Rooster glance over the contract, you couldn’t help but find his confusion kind of adorable.

“Yes.” you said firmly, trying to hide your smile. “Information about this album can’t get out. Everyone I work with has to sign one of these, it’s just a confidentiality agreement. Basically, meaning you’re sworn to secrecy.” 

Rooster snorted, his eyes still glued to the long contract he held, trying to decipher the legal jargon. “Should’ve made you sign one of these when we did our truce.” he muttered jokingly. “It’s kinda over the top for an album.” 

You rolled your eyes, “Look, whether it’s over the top or not, you have to sign it or you can’t come in the studio with me.” 

“Seriously?” He said flatly, finally looking up at you. You looked pretty today, he thought, but he quickly pushed that feeling away as he took the pen from you, “Fine.” he muttered to himself. 

You couldn’t help but chuckle at that, “It’s not that serious, okay? Even Ben’s signed one, right Ben?” 

Ben glanced at you both through the rearview mirror, “Yep, sure have.” he took one hand off the wheel to wave casually, as if signing these agreements was just part of the job. “But then again, I don’t think there would be anyone for me to tell any of this to anyway.” 

Rooster let out an amused snort and looked over at you, his mouth quirking up in a smirk, “Sounds like he doesn’t have a whole lot to lose.” he suggested jokingly, gesturing towards Ben with a nod of his head. 

You rolled your eyes with a smile, “Ben’s daughters are all grown up. They certainly don’t listen to my music.” you grinned, “As Ben likes to constantly remind me.” You added a little louder so he could hear. 

Ben chuckled from the front seat, “Oh, I’ve tried to get them to listen, believe me.” he glanced at you both from the rearview mirror, “They just prefer their dad’s old 80s rock I suppose.” 

“I can’t say I blame them.” Rooster added, “Nothing beats the classics.” 

You sighed and nudged Rooster, “Have you signed?” 

He raised an eyebrow, “Someone’s impatient.” he teased. He glanced back down at the contract, flipping through the pages quickly. “Alright, alright.” he sighed, scrawling his signature on the line. 

“Great.” you smiled and took the contract from him as the car pulled up to the studio, “And just in time too.” 

Rooster glanced out the window, taking in the sight of the studio building. He couldn’t help but feel a mix of curiosity and anticipation now that he was actually there. “Alright, let’s do this.”  

He stepped out of the car and immediately made his way over to your door, opening it up for you. He offered you a hand as you climbed out, his touch lingering a little longer than necessary. He was a little caught off guard when you smiled and thanked him but quickly composed himself and followed you towards the entrance. 

He was surprised at how small and cozy the studio was, since he half expected to see a vast, sterile space with high-tech equipment, but this was intimate and laid-back. He glanced around, taking in the details, the soundproof walls, the soft lighting, the plush furniture in the corner. He could tell you felt at home by how casually you waltzed in and plopped down on the small couch in the corner of the room. He took a seat next to you and tried not to think about how small the couch was, or the fact that your knee was brushing against his. God, he was starting to feel like a teenager with a crush. 

Nope, not a crush. Definitely not a crush. 

“Matt should be here soon.” you muttered as you scrolled through your phone, “My producer.” 

Rooster nodded slowly and glanced around the studio again, whilst you made the bad choice of opening an article with your name in the headline. You skimmed through it, only stopping at one line. 

Sources claim the new album is heavily inspired by her recent breakup, however, the star was quick to shut down these rumours last night... 

“Guess my interview aired.” you muttered with a sigh. 

Rooster glanced back at you, seeing the frown on your face, and read some of the article from over your shoulder. He hesitated, unsure if he should say something, but curiosity got the better of him. “That true?” he asked finally, nodding towards your phone, “Is the album about your ex?” 

You chuckled a little and looked up at him, “You think just because you signed that contract, I’d be happy to tell you all my secrets now?” 

“I’m not asking for all your secrets.” he replied, a smirk tugging at the corner of his mouth, “Just the ones that inspired your music.” 

He had to admit, he was starting to like the playful banter between the two of you, it was a nice change from the bickering.

You sighed but couldn’t help but smile, “Yes.” you admitted eventually, “A lot of this album... is about him.” 

Rooster watched you, the hesitation in your voice not lost on him. The mention of ‘him’ stung a little, though he wasn’t sure why. “Was he... important to you?” he asked carefully. 

He was trying to tread carefully, knowing that the wrong question could make you shut down, but he wanted to know more, needed to understand what was so significant about this guy. 

You shrugged a little and kept your eyes on the floor, unable to meet Rooster’s gaze for some reason, “You know, it’s funny, the media like to make out I broke his heart, cheated on him... whatever.” you paused, “But, I think I really loved him. Shame he turned out to be a jerk.” 

He listened intently as you spoke about your ex with a hint of sadness in your voice, even if you tried to shrug it off. “Sometimes...” he said slowly, “The people we care about the most can hurt us the worst.” 

"Got that right.” you snorted, “Doesn’t help that he's speaking to the press about me. I guess I don’t help myself though, I read every article.” 

He leaned back against the couch, mulling over your words. “Maybe you should stop reading them.” he suggested, “It’s not doing you any good.” 

You shrugged, “I like to know what people are saying about me, I guess.” you huffed, “Sometimes it’s good, sometimes it’s bad, I don’t know... I just prefer knowing rather than being ignorant to it.” 

"Sometimes being ignorant can be better for your peace of mind.” he responded bluntly. 

You mulled over his words, sure, it made sense, but you knew your life didn’t work like that. “It’s difficult not to read it when your name is pretty much everywhere.” 

Rooster watched as you looked back down at your phone, the habit of constantly reading articles about yourself clearly almost second nature at this point. He shrugged a little and quickly snatched it out of your hands. 

“Hey!” you said, immediately trying to reach for it. 

Rooster held it just out of reach, a playful glint in his eye. “Ah-ah.” He smirked, “No more reading articles for you. I’m confiscating this until further notice.” 

Your eyes widened, “You can’t do that-” 

He shoved the phone into his pocket, “Oh, I think I can.” he chuckled, “It’s for your own good. You’re reading too much into what these gossip-starved journalists are saying.” 

You were about to demand it back, but the studio door opened, so instead you muttered, “I’m getting that phone back once we leave this studio.” 

Rooster chuckled at your muttered threat, amused by your determination, all over a phone. He glanced towards the studio door as it opened, revealing Matt, a middle-aged man with glasses and messy hair, his sleeves rolled up to reveal faded tattoos. 

You immediately smiled as you saw him, since you’d been working with for what felt like years. “Hey Matt!” you stood and gave him a friendly hug. 

Matt smiled warmly and hugged you back with genuine affection. “Hey, you look great kiddo.” he replied, stepping back to take a look at you. “How are you holding up?” 

“Fine, same old.” you grinned, before you cleared your throat, “Uh, this is Rooster. My bodyguard.” 

Matt turned his attention to Rooster, and he gave him a once-over with a slight raise of the eyebrow. “Nice to meet you, Rooster.” he said, extending a hand to shake. 

Rooster stood up to accept the handshake, “Pleasure to meet you, Matt.” he replied, his gaze meeting yours as you introduced him. 

Matt glanced between you both for a moment, before turning to take a seat at the front of the studio by the mixing desk, “Well, let’s get started, shall we?” 

You smiled excitedly and sat back down on the couch next to Rooster, “Ready to hear 12 brand new songs?” you muttered. 

“As ready as I’ll ever be.” he responded sarcastically, although there was a small smile on his face. 

You playfully rolled your eyes, “Maybe after this, you’ll finally admit you’re a fan.” 

“We’ll see about that.” he retorted with a smirk, “I’m a tough sell.” 

As Matt pressed play, the room was filled with the opening notes of the first track. Your voice drifted through the speakers, soft and soothing, and Rooster settled back in his seat, listening intently. 

He couldn’t help but be drawn in by the sound. Your voice, the lyrics, and the beat all came together in a way that was undeniably captivating. He tried to keep a neutral expression on his face, not wanting to give away any hint of liking the songs, but the subtle tapping of his foot betrayed him. 

As the tracks played on, Rooster found himself more and more entranced by your music. Despite his initial skepticism, he couldn’t deny the power behind your words and the way they evoked your emotions.  

He tried to maintain indifference, but the small nods of his head and the occasional involuntary smile gave him away. 

He was into it, he just didn’t want to admit it. 

When the album finished playing, you couldn’t help but let out an excited squeal, “Matt! It sounds amazing!” 

Matt beamed with pride, “You did great, kiddo.”  

Rooster was silent, the last song still lingering in his mind, the music having stirred something in him he didn't expect. 

You turned to him excitedly, “So? What did you think?” 

He took a moment before answering, his gaze lingering a little longer than necessary. “It was... good.” he finally admitted, his tone betraying a hint of begrudging respect. 

You raised an eyebrow, “Just good?” 

He shrugged, feigning nonchalance, “Yeah, just good.” his lips curved into a smirk, and his attempt to downplay it was all too obvious, the glimmer of admiration in his eyes clear. 

You smiled a little, “You liked it, didn’t you?” 

He hesitated for a beat, his stoic expression faltering. He knew he couldn’t deny it anymore, not with the way his heart was racing, and the words of your songs were still playing on repeat in his head. “Maybe.” he muttered, “Just a little.” 

You smirked and poked his leg teasingly, “You’re a fan.” 

“Don’t get too excited.” he rolled his eyes, yet he couldn’t help but smile. Deep down, he couldn’t deny that there was a sliver of truth to your teasing.  

He just wouldn’t admit that out loud. 

-- 

The drive back home was quiet and comfortable, all until your phone started to vibrate in Rooster’s pocket.  

He fished it out, “Someone’s blowing up your phone.” he muttered, swiping at the screen to check the notifications. 

“Let me see.” you replied, holding out your hand. 

Rooster handed you the phone, slightly annoyed. He hated how glued to it you were, but what irked him more was his inability to deny you anything.  

Where had that come from? 

Your smile fell once you glanced at the screen and Rooster watched as a frown formed on your face. “What is it?” he asked, concerned. 

“It’s...” you sighed, “It’s my dad.” 

Rooster raised an eyebrow, noticing the hesitation in your voice, “What does he want?” 

He caught Ben’s eye in the rearview mirror, his look one of warning, and his expression hardened a little. He knew that something was wrong, that there was more to this than an innocent phone call from your dad. 

Your eyes stayed glued to your phone where your dad’s caller ID continued to flash, “I uh, I have to answer it. Shouldn’t take long.” you muttered, before taking a deep breath and answering the call. 

Rooster nodded, although his protective instincts were on high alert. He tried to give you some privacy, but he couldn’t help but listen. 

Just as you’d guessed, your father skipped a hello and went straight for the interview that had recently aired. He was mad that you’d shut down rumours about your album’s inspiration, yelled that you shouldn’t shy away from publicity, and all you could do was nod and agree. Like usual. 

It seemed that you’d done everything in that interview wrong, according to your dad anyway. First it was the way you’d sat, the way you’d introduced yourself, then you hadn’t mentioned the album enough, then you’d spoke about it too much.

It went on and on. 

Rooster got more and more irritated listening in, he could hear how defeated you sounded, and it infuriated him to see how easily you gave in, how conditioned you seemed to pleasing your dad.  

When the phone call eventually ended, the rest of the journey was filled with tension and silence, and you couldn’t even look at Rooster, too embarrassed that he’d been there to listen to your dad’s rant. Ben occasionally stole glances at you through the rear-view mirror, trying to check on you in any way he could, since this wasn’t the first heavy phone call he’d had to be present for. 

Rooster remained stoic, his gaze fixated out the window as he brooded in silence. Even when you both arrived home, he wordlessly followed you inside, the encounter with your father leaving a sour taste in his mouth, unable to shake the feeling of unease. 

You, however, couldn’t take the silence, and turned to him in the foyer, “Well, aren’t you gonna say anything?” you asked, crossing your arms. 

He narrowed his eyes, “What do you want me to say?” he retorted sharply, “That I’m happy that your father treats you like a marketing tool? That I’m thrilled that you just let him walk all over you without a fight?” 

You looked away, “Its... It’s not that simple.” 

“Not that simple?” he scoffed, “It’s clear as day to me. He’s using you, and you just let him. You’re even defending him now.” 

“Please.” you said, trying to hide the tremble and emotion in your voice, “I’d really prefer it if..., you could just forget you witnessed any of that.” 

His gaze softened slightly, the vulnerability in your voice breaking through his anger. He could see the struggle you were facing, the inner conflict between pleasing your father and finding your own voice. 

He took a step closer to you, “I can’t just forget about it.” he said softly, “I can’t listen to him yell at you like that and just look the other way.” 

You sighed and looked up to meet his eyes, “Just... let it go? Please?” 

Rooster paused, his resolve weakening in the face of your pleading. His jaw clenched as he debated with himself, torn between respecting your request and the desire to protect you from your toxic relationship with your father. He let out a heavy sigh, his gaze fixated on you. “Fine.” he finally relented, “I won’t say anything else about it. But know this, I’m not gonna just stand by and let him continue treating you like this.” 

With that, he turned and headed for the kitchen, needing space to cool off. He was frustrated, concerned and irritated all at once. 

What made it worse was how much he cared when he knew he shouldn't. He was your bodyguard. His main focus should've been protecting you from the stalker.

So why the hell was he so irked about all of this? It was none of his business, he knew that.

And yet, the whole night as he tried to sleep, all he could see was the look on your face while you listened to your father's shouting over the phone.

He hated your father, but he hated the tug he was feeling towards you even more.

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Ribcage X Andy Biersack- Part 14

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"There's one thing you should know about me Delia Vincent, I don't date. Got no heart to break and emptiness is safe, keep it that way."

He was adamant in his choices…

…But then things changed.

"Okay, I must admit, being in a New York venue is really fucking cool!" Delia grins taking in the sight around her. She had always wanted to visit New York and see a show on Broadway, sadly finance never allowed it. 

"Well it's the city that never sleeps Delia, get ready for a wild one!" Jake laughs patting the shorter girl on the back. "Let's get this show on the road lads!"

"D, wait until tomorrow, me and you will go explore the shit out of the city, you'll love it!" Shevy hypes. "But for now, we need to get this soundcheck done, the traffic set us back a bit but let's go!" 

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Watching the guys perform felt different this time round. Delia hated that she was attracted to Andy, he was everything she should hate, yet she couldn't bring herself to dislike him. Instead, it's almost as if there was something drawing her to him.

"I built these walls to watch 'em crumbling down. I said, then I lost it all, and who can save me now?"

Lost it all had easily become one of Delia's favourite songs this tour, the lyrics were so vulnerable and Andy always managed to have such a raw edge to his voice, it was almost as if Andy was fighting with himself during the song. It was as if he did not want anyone seeing the truly vulnerable side of him, especially after he had built the whole persona of not caring. Wait a second, Andy was staring right at Delia, surely he wasn't though? Letting out small smile, Andy then continued the rest of the song whilst breaking away the eye contact.

"I stood above another war, another jewel above the crown."

This was just getting weirder and weirder. Delia did not want to be attracted to Andy, she couldn't allow herself to be. She had to try and find a way to get over him...

... But how?

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New York City baby! This is going to be a good show tonight boys!" CC hypes the band up.

Currently they had half an hour before VIP began so that band, Shevy and Delia were just relaxing backstage after having some food.

"It's crazy to be in New York, I've always dreamed of visiting here. I would do anything to see a live Broadway show." Delia explains with a slight thrill to her voice.

"A Broadway show? Really?" Andy speaks up looking at her- it was the same monotone voice as always but this time he actually seemed as if he was interested in what she had to say for once, he wasn't harsh or unkind about his comment.

"Yeah, I've always dreamed about seeing The Phantom of The Opera live on Broadway as it's my favourite musical. Even just having you guys play the opening overture at the beginning of the set gets me super hyped." At this point Delia was geeking out a little and she was not ashamed at all. "Whoever came up with that idea I applaud you." This brought a grin to Andy's face.

"It was actually my idea." Andy grins- the rest of the band (including Shevy) were looking between the two in shock. Shock that Andy was genuinely smiling for the first time in years and shocked at how the two people who seemed to clash a lot could have such a big common interest. They all could tell something had happened or will happen, even if Delia and Andy would not admit it. Of course Shevy knew more than the others and this just added fuel to her fire. Andy was changing and for the better; it was all because of Delia even if the two of them did not want to admit it.

"Really?" Delia asks in shock. "Sorry I just did not take you for a theatre fan." 

"I love Phantom of The Opera, it's one of my favourites alongside Sweeney Todd." Andy continues to grin whilst getting excited. "Dude we should totally go see Phantom, we have a few days in New York before the next show."

"What?" Delia freezes, she could feel the rest of the room holding their breath in anticipation as to what was going to happen between the two.

"Yeah, you're right, it's stupid." Andy coughs going back to his monotone voice. "It's not like we're friends or anything anyway. I couldn't think of anything worst than sitting next to you for 2 and a half hours."

Just like that, Andy was back to his cold ways. To say it hurt was an understatement, Delia had a feeling of remorse about Andy's sudden coldness. She knew that she should not have been surprised by this, but somewhere deep down, she thought she was finally getting through to him.

"Yeah, of course." Delia felt her smile falter slightly, but she refused to give him the satisfaction of seeing her hurt and embarrassed in front of everyone.

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"Where is the spark that won't fade away? And where is the queen to my king of pain?"

Andy was doing it again, he was singing in Delia's direction again. To say she didn't feel the cliche of butterflies would be a lie, instead, she felt as if she could live in that one short moment forever and she'd be happy.

"Wait, is it just me or was Andy totally staring you down just then?" Shevy squeals; she had popped over to the sound booth to check in with Delia and ended up staying a little longer than planned.

"He did it earlier." Delia muttered without thinking about what she was saying.

"He what? When? This same song?" Shevy asks in shock whilst smirking. "I mean, I can't say king of pain is the most romantic song but I guess the gesture is cute, the guy is definitely thinking about you."

"It was during lost it all." Delia states simply.

"Okay I was not expecting that one." Shevy is now genuinely shocked. "I know you don't want to believe it, but this is the most vulnerable I have seen Andy in 2 years, D. Maybe he isn't completely in love with you like I keep joking about but you have changed something inside of him."

"Shevy, please, do not start this. It's bad enough I felt completely embarrassed by him earlier. I can tell he wears a mask, especially to be the star. When he went so cold on me after showing his true self and being genuinely normal, that hurt and it was so humiliating that it happened in front of everyone. The rest of the band definitely suspect something now if they didn't already." Delia focuses on the tech in front of her to try to hide the hurt on her face; she was close to tears but of course she would not admit this nor did she want Shevy seeing her like that.

"Yeah, that was so uncalled for of him, but I wouldn't be embarrassed by it, D. Maybe you just need to try to get some one on one time with him. Maybe grab coffee or something so that you can try to discuss these things with him. Yes, I know he can be difficult to talk to but you will never get this stuff sorted if you don't try." For once Shevy had ditched her joking side and was actually being serious; Delia could tell this by her tone alone. It was very rare Shevy was serious like this, normally she was full of fun and bubbles, when Shevy turned serious you knew she meant business.

Maybe Shevy was right. Maybe the only way to sort this out was to try to talk to Andy. After all, Delia did not want to like Andy but here she was. Maybe if she were to lie to herself and try to let him down easy, it would help her get over him. But at the same time, if Delia and Shevy were reading all of the signs wrong, it would result in major embarrassment. Equally, there was only 2 weeks left of the tour, just over, she did not have to avoid him completely but they could go back to being civil and after the tour she simply never sees him again. Although, is that what she really wanted? Of course not...

... But she knew for her own sanity and to protect herself, she had to get over Andy Biersack and leave him behind.

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Can we get one where pepa and Felix give Camilo THE TALK after that book when Camilo walked in they explain what he saw??

I kinda did that one at an age where Camilo was old enough to know what he was seeing. But, we fucking love making him suffer, so he's gonna get the talk today fuckers-

(Also they're referring to this post;

"Pepa I think it's just going to make this worse-"

"Félix Madrigal you knock on that door or I will tornado."

Camilo could hear his parents bicker just outside his door. He was just trying to sleep, and totally forget about the fact that cake was now ruined for the rest of his life. They continued to bicker, and he hoped that they'd just leave him alone if he stayed quiet enough. He wasn't so lucky, for he heard a knock on his door. He sighed, and sat up from his bed, rubbing his eyes.

"If you guys want to come in, can you make it quick? I need beauty sleep. I can shapeshift, but that doesn't mean I'm not gonna keep up my routine."

He clapped his hands to get the lights on, just in time for his parents to walk in. His dad didn't want to be here, and Camilo didn't want him here. They were both here because Pepa's words was essentially law on their side of the family. Camilo scooted over to let his parents sit on his bed. Pepa took a deep breath, fiddling with her braid.

"Mijo, we uhm...wanted to explain what you saw earlier."

"The 'wrestling', yeah."

"Well it WASN'T wrestling. You're un adulto joven. So we should explain what DID happen."

Oh no. Oh no. They were going to give him the talk. This was NOT happening. He groaned into his hand, tempted to get Luisa in here to end it for him.

"Mami, I KNOW what was happening, I'm fifteen. I know all about this stuff."

"...what do you mean you 'know this stuff'?"

He saw his dad right behind her, giving a clear signal that she was upset. As if the roaring thunder wasn't enough. Camilo didn't like to hide things from his mom, in fact they all made it a point NOT to. But if she found out he knew about sex, she'd kill...well, everyone in the Encanto probably. So, he bit the bullet.

"As in I know about cuddling and junk. That IS what you guys were doing, right?"

Her clouds disappeared, and she sighed in relief.

"No, mijo. We weren't cuddling. We were...Félix, ayúdame!"

From his mom he could probably take the talk, because he loved her so much. But with his dad...well, it was obvious it was weirder.

"So...when a mami and papi love each other VERY much, they...show it. By having sex."

"Great I feel totally educated can you guys g-"

Pepa wouldn't let him go, not that easily.

"No no no. You have to know this stuff. One day you'll have a family. I don't want you to end up single like Bruno, you're too pretty for that. Come on Félix."

Félix REALLY didn't want to, but clearly Pepa wasn't taking no for an answer.

"So sex is...where a man puts his..."

He looked towards Pepa, trying to figure out if he should be blunt (his preferred method) or sort of lightened up (like how she'd prefer). Félix decided to go his way, since he had the floor.

"He puts his penis in her vagina. And that's what I was doing. We didn't mean for you to catch us, but it did, we can only move on from there."

Okay, not TOO bad, he guessed. Lacked class, but what was he expecting, a fucking musical number?

"Okay great, are we d-"

"BUT, since one day you'll probably have sex, we should explain how to stay safe. Like uhm, condoms. Félix?"

Félix reached into his shirt, and pulled out a condom. Was it absolutely weird, seeing condoms your dad used? Absolutely. At this point, he was just praying this was a nightmare.

"Yep. Okay. See it. Acknowledged."

"Félix show him how to put it on."

Félix REALLY didn't want to do that, he could tell.

"Pepa I don't think I have to-"

"Oh yes, because our son just MAGICALLY knows how to put them on!"

Félix looked ready to argue with his wife, before he looked to Camilo.

"Wait, wait. You. Don't know how to actually put these on, do you?"

Oh no, he was taking it seriously now. Pepa scoffed, ruffling her hand through Camilo's locks.

"OBVIOUSLY, idiota!"

"Pa please-"

"No no no, my dad taught me when I was thirteen, I'm AMAZED I haven't taught you. Okay so, here's how you do it."

He wanted to leave, but at this point, Pepa had held onto Camilo as a means of comforting him. He couldn't escape. He watched in horror as Félix took it out of the package, and started to roll it over his hand. And yes, it was as HORRIFYING as it sounded.

"Now, since you're not...uhm...circumcised, you're going to have to roll it back so it fits properly for you, mijo."

He buried his face in his hands, trying not to scream- how LONG was this going to TAKE?

"Okay yeah got it, we can stop no-"

"Here, I have an extra one, practice on your arm."

"WHY DO YOU HAVE MORE THAN ONE?!"

Félix scoffed.

"You need a new one everytime you have sex, and have you SEEN your mami?"

"FÉLIX."

"W-HE ASKED!"

He thought he was going to be saved when his door opened. Maybe Dolores found pity on him, maybe Luisa could be his savior even. But no. It was Isabela.

"Hey uh, am I interrupting something?"

Félix's hand in a condom definitely looked weird, but Pepa shook her head.

"We were giving Camilo 'the talk'. Did you need something from him?"

He knew that smile on her face. The adults knew it as 'innocent and sweet'. Everyone else knew it as her plotting some shit. She walked in, holding a small box in her hands.

"I heard Camilo was having a rough time, so I thought I brought him something. Here, primo."

She set it on his bed, and he opened it. A big, thick slice of chocolate cake. Pepa and Fèlix 'awwwed', clearly not understanding the pure 'fuck you' energy Isa just brought into the room.

"Oh, our angel! Gracias Isa, you're so sweet! Camilo, say thank you."

Camilo just sat there, staring at the fucking thing. He was having fucking flashbacks, only being snapped out of it when Félix leaned over to smack his cheek a bit.

"Oye, pay attention. Say thank you."

Isabela sat there, smug as smug could get. He took an inhale, and faked a smile.

"Thank you. Isa."

"No problem. Continue, I'd hate to interrupt."

Félix and Pepa kissed her forehead before she left, before returning to Camilo.

"Now, let's circle back- we're going to have to figure out what size you are..."

Camilo wasn't listening anymore. He just stared at this piece of fucking cake. And tried not to associate it with his dad's.

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✾❃S.H+D.K- A Bisexual Mess✶

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Warnings: Smut, threesome, spit roasting, suggested poly relationship

Words: 3407

Pairing(s): Kaminari Denki x Sero Hanta x FEM!reader

Summary: Being attracted to your friend is weird, and your boyfriend having a crush on him too is even weirder. 

Ok so I might’ve gotten carried away and prepared a basket instead... oops. Enjoy!

Part two

===NSFW UNDER THE CUT===

Sero Hanta always bragged about you to his friends, which wasn't a secret by any means. Well, not a secret to anybody except you. What can he say? You're perfect to him, and who's he to keep that information to himself? He would spew everything he loved about you and more, infuriating Bakugo and making Kaminari jealous.

You didn't mean to eavesdrop, really! Well, not at first. Buuut... your pretty little boyfriend mentioned your name in his conversation with the Bakusquad, and you couldn't help it. You stood quietly outside of your home office— the only place in the house you allowed Hanta to smoke —and leaned as close to the door as you dared.

"She's just so perfect," you broke into a smile at Sero's words.

"Will you stop bragging about y/n-chan?" Kaminari groaned dramatically from within the room, "I almost can't take it anymore! You know that I like her. Stop making me jealous on purpose because I can't have her!"

Your eyes widened slightly at Kaminari's words. He did? Since when? Well, that was a silly thing to think; Kami has probably had a crush on everyone in high school at one point or another. But the fact that he just admitted it to Hanta was straight-up bold.

"Yeah I know," you heard Sero smirk, "ever since you've heard about her magic mouth you've wanted a piece."

"-wha? Wrong. I've had a crush on her longer than that!" Kaminari argued. You could hear Mina in the back cracking up.

"Will you two shut up?!" Bakugo yelled, rattling the door. "Every fucking time I'm here is all 'y/n this' and 'y/n that' ok we gET IT, THE TWO OF YOU ARE IN LOVE WITH HER!"

You stood in their silence for a moment, trying to process that holy shit, the Mega-Virgin Kaminari has a crush on you, even before you sucked Hanta off for the first time! What was happening?

"K'mon, bro," Kirishima chided, and you heard the slap of his hand land on Bakugo's back. "Chill out, take another hit. Y/n-san might pop in if she hears too much noise."

"Whatever, 'tch," Bakugo huffed, "kinda wanna go home anyway, you nerds don't have anything interesting to talk about."

You quietly hurried away to your shared bedroom at the sound of footsteps, pretending that you hadn't just heard Hanta openly talk about your 'magic mouth', and Kaminari's confession. You could still feel the flustered blush on your cheeks as Kirishima and Bakugo walked down the hall to the front door, the latter grumbling about "those damn nerds".

"Wait, guys," Mina called to them, "I don't want to be stuck with those love-sick idiots!"

After Kiri offered to buy the pink girl an Uber home and the front door was shut, all you could hear was the muffled conversation a room over. You snuck back to the office door, and pressed your ear against it.

"-s-stop!" You heard Kaminari stutter.

"Never! It's so fun to make you flustered over my girl," you playfully shook your head at Hanta's words. Typical Sero move.

It was silent for a few minutes, broken soon after with a, "dude! What the hell?" From Hanta.

"I- it's- it's your fault!" Kaminari retorted, apparently spinning around in the squeaky office chair.

"You-," Sero burst out laughing, "you got hard just from me talking about her! Bet it was the part I told you when y/n and I were at that one restaurant-."

"S-shut up!" Kaminari squeaked.

Your face flushed considerably pinker. Right here, right now, were two boys that were sexually attracted to you on the other side of the door. You felt your stomach flip and twist in excitement at the new feeling.

"It's kinda cute that you're so into her," you heard Hanta tease. "You're always a blushing mess, and just stuttering over your words."

"Damn S-sero," Denki said grouchily, "stop making fun of me."

You couldn't help but press your ear completely against the door, the two boys inside were too high to notice the shadow under the door anyway. Was Hanta... Flirting?

"I'm not making fun of you," Sero paused. "I'm just calling you cute."

You drowned out the rest of their conversation with your thoughts, trying to connect dots together. Hanta was a little suspicious at times from what you could see over his shoulder. Suspicious of what, exactly? Being gay, or at least bisexual. You saw him close tabs of soft-core gay porn occasionally, and you even accidentally stumbled upon Sero's old diary from years back. You didn't worry too much about it, but now... was he suppressing his feelings? Was he about to cheat on you?

Your heart dropped at that thought. Hanta was a nice guy and he wouldn't do that to you, right? He wouldn't lie about loving you. Not after what you heard earlier. Or was that just to fluster Kaminari? You shook your head in an attempt to clear your mind, and tuned back in on the two boys.

"-AH—! Wait!" You heard Sero panic, "I didn't- I shouldn't've-!"

".. shouldn't have kissed me?" Denki squeaked quietly so you had to strain to hear.

What on Earth did you miss while you were spaced out?

"Well- I was just thinking about h-how cute you are, and I forgot that I can't kiss someone who isn't my partner!" Hanta stressed, "god why do I have to love both of you..."

Your eyebrows raised at that, and listened in a little harder. Did you hear that right? Sero had a crush on Kaminari?

Honestly you couldn't blame him when the blond was so undeniably attractive, especially with the smudged black eyeliner on the corners of his eyes and the lightning bolt streak in his hair. You wouldn't lie that you liked him a bit too, but you suppressed those feelings for Hanta.

"I- I can go if you want," Kaminari mumbled, voice cracking slightly.

"Er- if you want. I don't mind chilling with you a bit longer. Just— don't tell y/n what happened. I- I'll tell her later when I figure out what to say," Hanta said.

"You sure she won't get mad at you?" Said a concerned Denki. "I know how much you love her, and I don't want you two to break it off.."

"Weeelll," Sero dragged on nervously, "y/n is very understanding, a-and I also need to tell her a few other things anyway."

You headed towards the living room, hearing all you needed to. You honestly didn't exactly know what to think about what just happened. Hanta kissed Denki, who likes you, and you that likes Hanta who also likes Denki. What even.

You sat comfortably on the couch, watching the last of the sun meander under the horizon. You nervously tapped on your phone after playing games on it for about an hour, waiting for Kaminari to leave so you could talk with Hanta. You finally heard the office door open, and you turned your head. Sero shuffled towards you with a sleeping Denki in his arms. The blonde's mouth was wide open and snoring lightly, drool going halfway down his chin.

"Uh," Hanta said awkwardly, "help."

You giggled and jumped up from your to help your boyfriend position Kaminari on the couch, who immediately latched onto a pillow mumbling incoherently.

"Whatta dude," you stated, fists on your hips.

"Yeah..." Hanta scratched the back of his neck. "Uh, I have to talk to you about something. It's pretty serious so we can wait until later if you want."

"Nah," you shook your head, "you've seemed off lately, and I'm guessing you just need it off your chest."

"Well, if you don't mind," Hanta plopped down on the love seat. You kneeled over to lean your head on his knee as he sucked in a shaky breath. "I- Um. I- I think I'm Bi."

You nodded your head understandingly, taking his hand in yours. "Ok, baby. Thank you for telling me."

"—there is o-one more thing I-I have to confess," Sero shook, "just please don't hit or yell at me."

"I would never, baby. I'm here for you," you looked up at him encouragingly, giving him a smile.

"O-ok. Uh, I kinda, well... I kinda kissed Kami. O-on the lips," Hanta's eyes looked away from yours, floating to the floor.

"Do you regret it?" You asked, keeping a calm exterior.

"Uh- I dunno. I do because I'm with you.. but... I- I think I don't," Sero looked incredibly guilty, and he squeezed your hand, "I love you, b-but I also have a crush on him..."

"That's ok," you reassured, reaching up to turn his head back to you, "I don't mind if you want to be in a relationship with him too, separately or not."

Hanta looked incredibly surprised, and a smile split his face, "really?!"

"Yes really," you giggled, kissing his cheek. "I can share you."

Sero, being the genius he was, suggested introducing Denki into the relationship with a threesome. Totally not skipping a few steps or anything.

"Are you sure he'd be willing to do that?" You had asked. "He's a virgin to basically everything."

"Oh, he'd be willing alright," Hanta smirked. "I'll message him about it then?"

"Mhm," you nodded, "it'll be fun. We'll get to tease him."

Denki was freaking out. Actually, he was more than freaking out. He was freaking out and jerking off. Multitasking. He could not believe his eyes when he opened Sero's text message, four glorious words: 'wanna have a threesome?'

Of course, Denki had asked if his friend had been joking or not before opening up his mind to fantasies. He got off rather quickly, though who could blame him. He swore that his libido was abnormally high, because even the thought of you, (and Sero as well), would get him flustered and he would pop a boner.

The next day when he came over, his teeth brushed and pubes trimmed, he stood outside your apartment door for at least a minute before knocking. His mind would keep circling the same thoughts: 'Sero just wants you to embarrass yourself in front of her', 'he told y/n about your crush and now they want to laugh at you', 'holy fuck is this actually happening', and 'I hope Sero actually doesn't mind sharing'.

"Sup, man," Hanta grinned as he opened the door for his blushing crush, a far too casual greeting for the situation about to unfold.

"H-hey," Kaminari grinned back, shuffling inside and slipping off his shoes.

"Y/n's just making up a snack so we can chat before uh, y'know," Hanta held back his blush, already nervous because damn, did Denki put on eyeliner or something? He looked hotter than usual.

"Take a seat in the living room, I'm almost done!" You called from the kitchen as you poured one last cup of tea. You carried the tray of tea and homemade cookies to the coffee table, and sat yourself down on the love seat. You couldn't lie— you were nervous as shit at the moment. You looked up as Hanta led a very flustered and anxious Kaminari behind him, and you gave a comforting wave.

"H-hi," Kaminari squeaked, sitting himself on the couch in front of you. He rubbed the sweat off his hands on his pants, trying to avoid your gaze.

"Hey!" You greeted kindly with a smile.

"Alright so now what," Hanta stated, plopping himself beside Denki only looking slightly nervous.

"We discuss boundaries!" You said cheerfully. You reached over for your cup and took a sip. "Any hard no's?"

"Kaminari's not fucking you," Hanta crossed his arms. "Not yet, I want it to be more special than this..."

Denki choked on his drink, sputtering on his tea.

"Kami, any hard no's?" you steered. 

"U-uh not right now," the electric blond stuttered, eyeing Sero nervously.

"Ok great!" You exclaimed, clapping your hands together, "the safe word Hanta and I use is 'soy sauce'."

"That's two-."

"Yeah same difference," you waved Kaminari off. "Anyway, my hard no's are just don't hit me, don't degrade me, and don't choke me out."

The two boys nodded anxiously.

"Holy fuck," Denki muttered as he watched Sero kiss your lips, palming his dick through his jeans. He admired your half undressed state as he feverishly threw off his T-shirt.

Without looking, Hanta held out his hand in a 'come hither' motion, and Kaminari steered over to his friend. Sero pulled away from you for a moment, guiding Denki's shaky hands to your bare waist. Once the two of you continued kissing, Kaminari hugged your waist closer and kissed the side of your neck. Your encouraging moans excited him, and he kissed your skin harder.

Denki's hips couldn't help but rut against your backside, drawing out a soft groan from him. He peered his head up to Sero, who turned to give him a gentle kiss, and Kaminari could feel your saliva on his lips. You turned to face the blonde, leaning forwards to propose a kiss. Denki filled the gap quickly, and met your lips with his. It was a messy kiss, but neither you nor Kami cared. You heard Hanta grumble in your ear, nipping at the cartilage carefully.

Honestly, Denki thought he was being spoiled rotten. You were so soft in his arms, and he swore he could stay like this forever. Sero's nimble fingers snuck to the back of your bra and quickly unclasped it, making Denki suck in a jittery breath.

"Hmmh," you sighed as Hanta cupped your breasts gently, waiting for Denki to desperately ask for a turn.

"You can touch her, Denks," Sero chuckled, leaning over and kissing his friend again.

Denki mumbled into the kiss, and shakily moved to grasp your tits from behind. His cock couldn't help but twitch in his pants as he massaged your nipples softly, his lips still locked with Hanta's. Kami pulled back with a gasp, strings of saliva still attaching them.

"Oh so good," Denki whined as he humped your ass, breathing heavily into your ear.

"Mmm, Denki~ take your pants off for us, won't you?" You licked your lips and watched as Kaminari hobbled out of his skinny jeans.

He looked at you with wide eyes as you sat on your bed, with Sero following suit. Denki moaned when the two of you started making out again, and nervously edged closer to the bed. You smiled at him encouragingly and reached out a hand to play with the elastic of his boxers. A whimper left his throat as you trailed a finger up his clothed shaft, and he eyed Hanta guilty.

"It's ok!" The smiling man replied, helping you get into a better position. "Let loose a little, dude."

Denki wasn't sure he could do that since you were slowly pulling down the hem of his underwear, his cock springing up to slap his stomach before standing straight out. He slipped down his boxers and kicked them away, having full attention on you and your beautiful e/c eyes.

Hanta was massaging your ass cheeks as Denki experienced your mouth for the first time, and he pulled down your panties, (which were soaked, by the way). You moaned against Kami's cock as Sero rubbed the inside of your thighs with his warm hands, causing Denki to let out a lewd groan. His eyes kept switching from you, to Sero, and back to you again.

"So wet for me, y/n," Hanta mumbled, "if I knew you were into this stuff I would've invited Kami over earlier."

You hummed in response, too busy indulging yourself with Denki's dick. You enjoyed making him squirm in his stance, licking over the glans of his cock and the underside of his shaft. You swore you could see his eyes start to water up.

Kaminari was wide eyed as he watched Hanta strip out of his briefs and give himself a few pumps. Denki's mouth opened in a silent moan when Sero lined up to your entrance and slowly inched inside, letting out a low groan when he bottomed out. You hummed diligently on the cock you were sucking and grabbed Denki's hand to put on your head, letting him grasp your hair like reins.

The electric blond babbled quietly as he watched Hanta pump into you, forcing Denki's cock further down your throat. The way your mouth contracted around him made Denki's legs shake, and he got red in the face trying to keep his hands from urging your head deeper.

"You look like you're having a good time, Denks," Sero commented as he admired the blonde's teary eyes. His hips rolled forwards in a new rhythm and you griped pleasantly as you fisted the sheets under you.

"Fuuuck yeah," Kaminari grumbled, catching up with his friend's rhythm. He was over the moon, and was just trying not to cum prematurely so he could enjoy this moment longer.

"Don't be afraid to fuck her face," Hanta said smugly, repositioning his hands on your hips. "She loves choking on cock, ain't that right beautiful?"

You wept in agreement, looking up at Denki with soft, pleading eyes. You bobbed your head faster in his loose grasp, gagging and sputtering on spit and precum. The man above you groaned with satisfaction and fisted your hair and forced his dick deeper into your tight throat. His thrusts came in a perfect rhythm with Sero's, and whenever you moved, you were getting impaled from either end.

Your limbs shook as you struggled to breathe with the cock in your mouth, and your pussy clenched around Hanta desperately. You felt tears stream down your cheeks as you sobbed for breath, enjoying every moment. You nearly squealed as Sero pressed a vibrator against your clit, and your vision fuzzed a bright white.

"Gonna cum, baby?" Hanta egged on, panting for oxygen. "C'mere Den, kiss me."

You whined loudly as you heard the two men kissing above you, and your stomach tightened and rolled around pleasantly. You gurgled on Denki's cock as you came, pussy pulsing with need and delight.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck," Kaminari moaned in tune with his thrusts, so close to the edge that you could practically taste his cum already.

"Oh shit, y/n. You're so— tigHT," Hanta groaned as he rutted against you one more time before you felt his warm cum fill your insides.

Right on cue, Denki hit his peak right after Sero, moaning about how good your mouth felt and how hot you were, "god, Hanta, she looks so fucking good like this."

Denki let out a choked whine as he finally let his orgasm take over his body, and he held your head in place as his semen ran down your throat. You choked it down before Kami pulled away, and you opened your mouth to reveal strings of saliva and cum.

"Holy fucking shit," Denki said, exasperated, "I feel like I'm not gonna go soft for a week."

"You alright, my love?" Hanta said softly as he let you fall onto your chest, ass still up.

"Hell yeah," you mumbled, your voice scratchy and sore from being face-fucked. You watched Kami stand awkwardly as Sero wiped you down with a warm cloth, taking care between your thighs.

"Denki, go get some water please," Hanta instructed as he rolled you over. "You did so good, baby. The best."

You hummed softly in response, already feeling your eyes flutter sleepily. Kaminari held out a straw to you, and you sucked down the cool substance thankfully.

"That was the best blowjob ever," Denki sighed happily, watching Hanta scoop out the cum from your cunt.

"It was your only blowjob, Kami," you mumbled teasingly, a soft smirk on your face.

You felt yourself drift into a calm state, and you could only hear the muffled voices of your boyfriend, and... your other boyfriend? You fell into a comforting, dreamless sleep, and you knew that Denki would make a great addition to your relationship.

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Unbidden - Epilogue 3

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Morgan was deep in concentration. He was worrying his bottom lip between his teeth as he picked at his hair, untangling it carefully. It was slow going, it seemed, and based on his expression he wasn't having a great time of it. The sudden onslaught of wind and rain had taken both of them by surprise this time, and made an absolute dog's breakfast of his hair.

"It's easier for me to get the snarls out of my hair when I start at the ends and work my way up," Blaise said. "Want some help with that?"

He hummed a vague assent and she took up a position behind him, starting with the part at the back of his head that would be the hardest for him to reach. He didn't seem to mind her touching his hair, generally, and she enjoyed it.

"If you braid it," she suggested after a minute or two, "it might help it keep from getting all knotted up like this."

"I don't know how to do that," came the response after a moment.

"Oh, it's easy! I can do it for you. And maybe teach you, after!" Was it weird to be so excited about this? No, she decided, it wasn't. He knew all sorts of stuff and taught her new things all the time. It wasn't often she got to return the favour.

"All right," Morgan said, and Blaise grinned to herself as she moved on to the next section. It went a lot faster with both of them working on it. Gods, it had been a long time since she'd braided anyone else's hair. Or her own, for that matter. It was faster to just tie it back. But it was the sort of activity you didn't just forget how to do, and she tried not to bounce with excitement once Morgan was ready.

"Here," she reassured him, "I'll keep it nice and loose so it doesn't pull." It went faster than she would have liked, but braiding was one of those things her hands liked to do almost on their own. In only a couple of minutes, Morgan's hair was tamed into a neat plait, secured with a nice little bow in the leather hair tie. "All done," she announced, and peeked around to see his reaction.

He ran careful fingers along the length of it, taking the tail over his shoulder to peer at it in wonder. It suited him, having the hair pulled back from his face. He wasn't traditionally handsome, not by a stretch, but he had a good face with features that were interesting to look at. His eyes were bright and clever, widened now as he examined her handiwork, not squinted as they often were when it was sunny or when he was trying to see something that was a little further away. The lashes framing them were longer than they seemed at first glance, probably because they were white like the rest of his hair, and that made them harder to see. The high lines of his cheekbones were striking without a curtain of hair blocking them off, accentuating the natural sharpness of his other features. She staunchly avoided thinking too long on the tiny white scars that littered the skin of his face irregularly, some on his cheeks, some by his eyes, some by his mouth. They weren't as stark and shocking as the big ones on the rest of him, but they were just as new. And she still hated them. They stood out against the otherwise reasonably smooth texture of his skin. That was a little weird - she'd never seen him shave, but he'd never had facial hair, either.

Oh, fuck, he was looking at her now. He'd said something. She went back over the sounds in her memory, but they didn't resolve into anything like words. Shit. "Sorry, what? I, uh. Started daydreaming. Didn't mean to."

"That's all right. What were you thinking about?"

"Not a lot," she dodged the question. It would definitely be weird to say she was just… enjoying looking at his face. Actually, that wasn't too far off from what he'd said, that first uncomfortable night on their way to Tristram. Maybe it would be fine. "Just taking a good look at you. I like your face. Have you ever grown a beard?" she added quickly as doubt started to settle on his features like a cloud crossing in front of the sun.

"I… no," he said, bringing his hands up to touch his cheeks in a motion that seemed almost like he was trying to hide. "I've never… had facial hair. It doesn't grow."

"I don't think you're missing out on anything," Blaise reassured him, looking up at the ceiling of their temporary shelter just to take her gaze off of him. "It's probably not very comfortable. They sure are scratchy, anyway. I can't imagine having something like that on my face all the time." That mental image took her by surprise, and she laughed aloud. Morgan looked at her questioningly. "I just thought how funny I'd look with a little moustache, like Telash," she explained.

Morgan tilted his head a little. "I think a style like Devak would suit you better," he said, the tiniest hint of a smile playing around the corner of his mouth. Devak had a massive bushy beard that had gone halfway down his chest and tickled unbearably between her thighs. The thought was even more ridiculous than the one she'd come up with, and she laughed so hard it brought tears to her eyes.

Morgan didn't laugh with her, but the smile stole more fully onto his face. He shifted a little to lean up against her shoulder. That was really nice, how comfortable he was getting.

"Thank you for helping me with my hair," he said. "I like it very much." Then, more quietly, "It doesn't bother me, you know. Being ugly. You don't have to pretend like I'm not."

Blaise bit her tongue. You aren't ugly, she wanted to say, but that wasn't going to go over well at all. He was going to think she was lying to him. "I'm not pretending anything," she said instead. "You're interesting to look at. And the only time I've really seen you with your hair back was that one time in Kurast. But if you don't like it, I won't, like, stare or anything."

"I'm used to being stared at," he said. Of course he was. He looked like a kid and an old person at the same time, small and white-haired but not wizened or bent. He wore a hood sometimes, but even then he still stood out.

"And I'm used to sleeping on the ground," she shot back, "but that doesn't mean I like it. You can tell me if you don't like when I do something, Morgan. I need you to tell me, or else I won't know."

"I know. I really don't mind when you look at me. I just… wasn't expecting it. Earlier. When you said you… like my face. I'm not… I don't… one moment," he said, and closed his eyes briefly. Blaise felt a little bit bad about how flustered he seemed to be. Maybe she'd have to take it easier on the compliments, avoid commenting on his appearance if he was going to be so sensitive about it.

"You need me to tell you when I'm uncomfortable," he said after a moment. Blaise nodded. "I need you to tell me things plainly as well. There are a lot of things I don't understand." He paused. "Especially interpersonal things. Like attraction. You… say that sort of thing to your partners, the flattery," he clarified, and it clicked.

"I'm not - no, I'm - all right, okay. I'm not attracted to you," she reassured him, which was one of the weirder things she'd ever had to reassure someone about, but he relaxed noticeably. "And even if I was, I know you aren't interested. I'd never push you into anything."

"I appreciate that, thank you." Morgan looked at his hands, fidgeting a little by pressing his fingertips together. "How do you know?" he asked next, quietly. "When you're attracted to somebody? What does it feel like?"

Blaise considered her response. Morgan was clearly serious about the question. He was always serious, pretty much, although apparently he also knew how to be hilarious and just hadn't been using that skill. It was just a weird thing to ask about, for a man who was probably older than she was. But hey, if this meant another opportunity to teach him something, great.

"I've never really thought about it," she said before the silence could get too long. "I know it when it happens, though. It's kind of like when you're hungry and you smell something really good cooking, and you just want to eat until you're full. Except it's not food you want, it's a person."

Morgan frowned a little, thoughtfully. Blaise had thought it had been a pretty good explanation. "Think about the prettiest person you've ever seen," she tried instead. "Or handsomest, or whatever."

"All right."

"Now, you picked someone, right? That's a kind of attraction, thinking someone looks good."

"I think I'm doing something wrong," he said, brow still furrowed. "I've never felt… hungry… about a person."

"Not even the prettiest one? You didn't want to touch her, or kiss her, or anything?"

"No. I don't like those things. I just wanted… I suppose I just liked to look at him," Morgan said softly, and holy shit, he looked so sad all of a sudden.

"Well, for me," Blaise said, maybe a little too quickly, "it's like an urge. Like an itch where the only way I can scratch it is to be touching the person I'm attracted to. Ideally in, uh, a sexual way." Hopefully this wouldn't be too weird. It felt like it might be getting weird. Why did she always have to make it weird?

"I understand the… mechanism of sex," Morgan said, looking more perplexed than sad now, which was a step in the right direction, "but not the desire. Do you really just look at a person and feel that you want to couple with them?" Blaise tried to keep a straight face. He just sounded so skeptical.

"I mean, I like to get to know them a little first, usually, but basically that's it, yeah. Not everybody feels it the same way, or at all," she added. "Some people get that feeling all the time, like me - you've seen some of my partners, you know I'm not picky. But some people only ever have eyes for one other person. And some just aren't interested at all, and I'm pretty sure that's normal too. The smith by our house was like that, when I was growing up. Never married, never had kids. Didn't want to do much of anything other than work her forge. She was gorgeous, too, could have had her pick. I guess she did, though, in a way."

That last little bit had been calculated to set Morgan at ease. It was interesting to know a little more, but it had been fairly obvious since Lut Gholein that he didn't have the same experiences as she did. After all, he'd been faced with a flock of beautiful, highly skilled courtesans and immediately tried to flee, then set up a deal with one of them to keep the rest away. Blaise tried to observe him without being incredibly obvious. He seemed very deep in thought for a while, and she did her best to let him sit and digest but the urge to move around started to creep under her skin. She freed her hair from its ponytail one-handed and raked her fingers through it.

"Thank you," he said eventually. "For explaining. I think I understand a little better now."

"Any time," Blaise replied, and she meant it. "Now. You ready to learn how to braid?"

"Yes, please."

Blaise moved to give him a good view of the back of her head. "All right. Let's start with the basics, nothing too fancy. You need three sections, like this." She separated her hair simply, starting low on her head like she'd done for him. "Then you just take turns putting the pieces on the sides into the middle. Left, then right. Left, then right. You can cross the pieces over each other or under each other, just so long as it's always the same."

"Oh, that's… could you do it slower?"

"Sure." She raked the braid out of her hair and started again, slowing the movements of her hands so he could see more clearly as she manipulated the sections. There was a lot of flipping of her hands, she realized, and little movements with her fingers she hadn't really been conscious of doing.

"Didn't have any sisters to teach you how to deal with all that hair, huh?" she asked, hardly thinking. Morgan was silent. Shit. Her stupid mouth. He hadn't ever really talked about his family, had he? Probably a touchy subject. Maybe they didn't like that he'd decided to join the Order of Rathma. Couldn't blame them, really. She kind of hated it herself. Time to steer the conversation away a little. "How come you keep it so long, anyway?"

"I don't like having it cut," he said quietly. "It feels better when it's long."

"Oh. That makes sense." It would certainly feel weird for her to have short hair. She listened to the rain beating down outside. It was making her a little sleepy. "Rain's making me kind of sleepy," she said. "Might grab a nap until it lets up." Morgan gave a soft hum, the small little noise he did to let her know he'd heard her but didn't have anything to add. Blaise sat back against the wall of the shelter and raised her arm in invitation. "Come on," she encouraged. "If you want."

He only hesitated a moment before moving in to press against her side. Blaise smiled to herself. This was perfect, finally, not having to worry about making him too uncomfortable with her casual touches. He knew he didn't have to accept it, she'd made sure that was clear. But she was glad he did anyway. He deserved more affection, more comfort. More everything. She let herself drift off in the steady patter of the rain, embracing her closest friend. Yes, this was perfect.

[clean-bands-dirty-stories]

The Best Things ~ J.V. (part 8)

A/n: This part is super upsetting. Character death, graphic violence, I dare even say gore. Homophia, which I should have been warning a while back I am so sorry for that. Things are gonna get HEAVY- I am so sorry lol.

Word Count: 3800+

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"Nah, you're not crazy," Harleen giggled.

"Says you," Y/n teased, rolling his eyes. "You may have a doctorate, but you're also bias."

Her smile widened. "Okay that's fair." Y/n sighed, sitting back in his chair. He looked down at his hands, smile small as he got lost in thought. "What's on your mind?"

"Harleen is kind of a mouthful," Y/n told her. "Do you like the name?"

She tilted her head, as if considering. "I never did. When I was younger I had a friend who called me Lee, but with things happening-" Y/n's face scrunched up and Harleen snorted. "Exactly. Name's already taken- and it would be even weirder if I went by Dr. Lee, so I scratched it."

Y/n nodded. Then he sat forward, his elbows resting on the table. "So you've never had any other nicknames?" She shook her head and then shrugged when Y/n donned a surprise expression. "Well I have to give you one then. That's what friends do, right?" She grinned at Y/n's words and he watched the room get a little brighter. She was magic like that- as if she was made of sunshine. Her happiness was contagious, and she made the world a little better. She was accepting and also calm, making him feel safe as well as loved. She was his best friend and he was hers and they gave each other something they couldn't get with anyone else: unhindered fun with absolutely no expectations. It was an odd place to find real friendship in, but here they were anyway. "What about... Leena?" She immediately shook her head and he chuckled. "Uh... I mean, there's always Harley."

She considered that. "You know what, I like it." She crossed her arms. "Harley Quinzel." She nodded. "I'll allow it."

Y/n rolled his eyes. She was only like four years older than him, but had far too quickly fallen into a rhythm of acting like an adult talking to a child every once in a while, as a joke. Whether she was flaunting the years she had over him, or the schooling, Y/n wasn’t sure, but he refused to acknowledge it and it had become an unspoken inside joke between them. "What about you? I have to give you one now."

Y/n shrugged. "I don't like nicknames."

Harley tilted her head, the bottom of her blonde ponytail brushing her shoulder. "Why not? You like giving them."

"Well, yeah..." He bit his lip. "It's just, every bad guy has a code name, you know? Oswald Cobblepot goes by Penguin. Edward Nygma is going around as Riddler. Then there's Mr. Freeze. I just feel like if I take an alias, it'll be official you know? I'll be as crazy as the people I associate with and as evil as everyone says I am."

Harley hummed. "Okay, that's fair." She sighed, raising her hands to rest her chin in her palm. "Speaking of people you associate with. You and Jerome..."

Y/n's mood darkened. It had been a while now and Oswald was gone and Jerome still hadn't made an appearance. "I think he's mad at me." Harley tilted her head in confusion and Y/n shrugged. "I left with Alfred because Bruce needed me. Didn't give him a heads up, and then went missing for, like, months..." He shook his head. "Maybe he thinks I've gone back to my old life, or that I've left him behind. I just feel like he's avoiding me and one doesn't usually do that for no reason, so I figure-"

"What if he's just busy?" Harley proposed.

Y/n snorted. "With what? Reading a really good book series?"

Harley pursed her lips. "I guess you have a point."

"Why do you even care?" Y/n asked, raising his hands to knit his fingers behind his head.

Harley stared at him silently for a long time. She had the look on her face she always does when she'd trying to read Y/n's mind. When she's analyzing everything she learned in school and looking at the actions and words that he was currently giving as context, as well as past ones, and then somehow putting it all together to figure out the secrets sometimes even he didn't know. The same magic that made Arkham home also gave her the ability to read minds- Y/n had determined she was a proper superhero.

After she reached some kind of conclusion - she always nodded after she'd done the reading and then switched which leg was crossed over the other - a little smile teased her lips. She was trying to hide it. And failing. Y/n tried not to be curious. Usually when Harley didn't tell him something it was because he wasn't ready to hear it... but that smile. It was too late. He had to know. "What?"

Once he asked, the gate broke and she grinned. "You're in love with him."

Y/n snorted. "No. I'm not." The coy curl of Harley's lips added to her raised eyebrows to make Y/n doubt himself, even though he could feel his feelings and knew that it wasn't... he didn't... no way. "He's important to me," Y/n gave. "I care for him. But... love..." Y/n shook his head. "I don't know about that. There's been too much going on- I haven't had enough time with him."

She nodded, expression serious, as if this was a very important discovery. "I call Maid of Honor at the wedding though." They locked eyes as Y/n went to tell her off, but then a slow smile rose to her face as he realized she was joking. They both busted up into laughter.

"Whoever I marry, the position is yours." He winked at her and she flipped her hair, both of them giggling.

A timer went off. Harley stood, gathering her stuff and sighing. "That's my cue. Same time tomorrow?"Y/n nodded then stood.

He draped his arm around her shoulders. "You know, you make this place bearable. You're a real friend to me." He kissed her forehead. "What would I do without you, hm?"

She rested her head on his shoulder for a second before they began walking and it got too awkward to coordinate. "Probably the same thing I'd do without you. Be alone and miserable." She popped up on her tiptoes and kissed him on the cheek. He pretended to gag and she fell into a short fit of soft giggles. "You're an idiot."

"Ah and yet what I lack for a brain, I make up with a big-" He cut off and she groaned. "Heart," he enunciated. He smirked and she rolled her eyes. "I have quite a large heart, full of love for my favorite gal." He shook her slightly, making a point that said gal was her.

"Every lesbian deserves a best friend with as little brains and as big a heart as you," Harley joked.

"And every gay deserves a best friend with as much brain and just as much heart as you." He finally let her go as she moved to the door that would lead outside. This is where they parted- her, to home, as he was her last patient as per usual. Him, further into the Asylum where he would have dinner then return to his room to be alone and sleep. Goodbyes were the pair's least favorite part of the day. "Until we next meet, Madame," Y/n initiated, pulling away to bow deeply.

Harley grabbed her doctor's coat lightly, pulling it out as if it was a dress as she bowed back. "I shall count the seconds." They laughed one last time, waving before she turned and left. He watched her go until she disappeared. She turned back several times to wave yet again, until she couldn't see him either just by turning around.

The second she was out of sight, the world lost a little color. It was a little darker. His smile got smaller and Y/n's shoulders sagged. He shoved his hands in his pockets before turning back to the hallway that lead to his room, beginning the trek.

A hand on his shoulder stopped him. People rarely touched him. The only person that touched him like this was one that Y/n hated so much that his hands curled into fists in his pocket, his face suddenly cold and empty as he stared straight ahead, halfway through a step- his foot on the ground and extended, but not carrying him forward as it had been intended to. He took a deep breath through his nose. Unfortunately, in all the chaos and people getting booted from Arkham after beating on Y/n, the one person that meant the most hadn't been caught because everyone refused to rat him out.

The man who'd started it all.

"You and her..." The older guard mused, a nasty smirk on his ugly face. "I thought you were gay." He said it mockingly, like he'd caught a child who hadn't said they weren’t hungry sneaking food when everyone seemed to be asleep.

Y/n rolled his eyes, forcing his body to relax as he faced the man. The monster. "Not every girl in the world was born solely for men to shove a dick into them, Jameson." The older man glared and Y/n smiled, getting satisfaction. "As a matter of a fact, Harley and I are just friends."

"You're pretty affectionate for just friends," Jameson argued. Y/n still didn't know the man's first name. He didn't care enough too. He didn't want another name that tasted bitter in his mouth. He already had his fingers crossed he'd never meet a cute boy with the last name Jameson, because the name alone would ruin Y/n's chances before he'd even taken a shot. No reason to make it even harder for himself.

"We're comfortable around each other." He rolled his shoulder back once, slightly stiff from sitting so long. Jameson wouldn't attack, knowing that Y/n would report him instantly- especially in such an open space, with cameras and the chance of someone rounding the corner any second - but one could never be too safe, just in case. "She gets me like no one else does. But, as you so wonderfully pointed out, I'm GAY." Y/n enunciated the word, going the extra mile by taking a step closer to stress it even more. "Girls aren't my thing."

Jameson looked like he wanted to deck Y/n. The younger boy's lips curved into a mocking smile in response. Now the guard was the one who had to control himself. "You guys have a lot in common?"

Y/n shrugged, too caught up in his casual gloating that Jameson couldn't act out like he wanted to- like he used to be able to. "Enough. We talk a lot. She's cool." He relaxed thinking about Harley. "She doesn't think I'm crazy. It's nice." He cleared his throat, focusing back on the enemy in front of him... only to immediately be confused by the very odd expression on Jameson's face. "What?"

"Nothing," the man dismissed, moving to leave. "I've heard enough. You're both a waste." He shook his head as he left and Y/n glared at his back until he was gone. Then the boy turned back toward the cell and finally made his way.

Man, why did he have to be surrounded by such assholes? Why couldn't Harley be around all the time? Why couldn't he be free? They could get an apartment and talk all the time. Help each other get through life and protect each other from unwanted attention. Be themselves all the time. Make jokes and exchange irritated expressions when idiots like Jameson said stupid shit like he always tended to.

Tomorrow. He'd see her tomorrow. That wasn't too far away.

He could wait until then.

-

Y/n's knees gave out from under him and he fell, cracking them on the cement. He didn't even feel it. His attention was being completely held by the TV, which was turned onto the news. It was a small screen that had been installed in one of the Day Rooms recently. They were rarely ever allowed to watch the news, though. In places like Gotham, far too often the news held very upsetting content that set inmates off- either into panics, or into violent rages. Y/n had stood to turn it off when he'd realized what news was being shared. Someone had been murdered. Old news. This was Gotham. Then he'd heard the name.

"23-year-old Harleen Quinzel was found dead earlier today. Her body was badly beaten, with words carved into her stomach. It was the cuts on her wrist that were the cause of death, though it's been determined that none of this was self inflicted. We received a photo of the body recently. Beware: what you're about to see is not for the faint of heart."

Suddenly the screen was showing the broken body of Y/n's best friend. The sunshine girl with the bright smile and the contagious laugh. The girl who was going to be Y/n's Maid of Honor. Y/n's better half. She was limp and unmoving, her eyes wide and empty. Her skin was pale, nearly white, except for where dark, huge bruises and blood discolored it. Her hair had been cut off, the blonde locks left next to her head but clearly detached. Her shirt had been rolled up to letters on her stomach- carved as promised.

There was an L next to a G, in a circle and crossed through once. Underneath the symbol read: Sinner.

Someone was talking, but Y/n couldn't make out what they were saying. A hand in his shoulder and he looked over to see a concerned guard. A woman. She knelt next to Y/n, but she wasn't the one touching him. No, that hand belonged to Jameson, who had a sick expression on his face- a cross between smugness and victory, muted as if he was trying to hide it, badly masked by some version of concern that was so unconvincing that Y/n ripped his shoulder out of the older man's hand.

He was on his feet again and running. Out of the room and to his cell- despite all the people who kept asking him what was going on, and someone in the very back changing the channel as the news reporter announced, "If you have any information, please contact-" Y/n ignored the rules. He ignored the people yelling at him. He ignored the people trying to stop him. He just started running and he didn't stop until he was in his room, where he opened the door and closed it behind him. His heart was ramming against his chest and all he could hear was the rushing of his blood in his ears. He saw black spots and felt an emotion bubble up that he couldn't even begin to put name to. All he knew was that it was dark and twisting and it was very quickly consuming everything good.

Something in him broke. It snapped off. Something vital. Y/n was aching, but he didn't know what it was or where it had fallen to as he lost it. He just knew there was suddenly a gaping hole where something very important used to be, and he felt absolutely terrible with it gone.

On the upside, he could finally breathe. His chest loosened and his body relaxed and as the door opened behind him, he turned to see the person with complete calm.

"Jameson." The word was not a greeting, but more of an observation. No. It was an accusation. The older man smiled and Y/n's insides began to twist and boil- less like a tightening of anxiety and more like a snake, seconds from attacking. "Why?" He stepped forward. "She was innocent."

Jameson scoffed. "You think you two are subtle? You two act like you're together and then talk about how you're not- you just 'get' each other." Jameson shook his head, cracking his knuckles. "You're spreading your sickness, Y/n." The snake coiled tighter, hissing and spitting. Y/n felt his calmness very quickly drop, perfectly placed with rage. His body didn't move, he just suddenly had a bunch of energy and he was waiting for the perfect moment to use it. "You two aren't quiet either. Strutting around here acting so out of line, in front of me. Acting like you're not being evil." Jameson scoffed. "You're evil, Y/n. And if they wouldn't let me punish you here, I'd have to get more creative. Even if you don't see it, you're in love with her. What you think you are is unnatural, and I knew if you could see how you really feel-"

Y/n's hand was around the man's throat. Jameson tried to push the younger boy away or claw his hand off, but Y/n just rammed him into the wall behind him. Jameson's head cracked against the grey wall, his efforts suddenly becoming useless. "You think I'm dangerous as a disease? You're so desperate to cure me. You're about to find just how very dangerous I am, Jameson. All on my own, with just my two hands." And then he began to squeeze. Jameson writhed and fought and clawed but when he started to get strong, Y/n would smash his head again or ram his knee into the man's junk and the efforts died down once again.

It took longer than Y/n thought. Jameson started to change color, his eyes bulging and his lips moving desperately but nothing coming in or out. Just when the man seemed about ready to pass out, Y/n let him drop to the floor. He gasped, clawing to try and get away. Y/n smiled, toeing the door gently closed. Jameson squirmed away, features taken over completely with terror. Y/n felt amazing.

"You will never hurt another person, ever again." Y/n squatted down, taking the man's thin hair in his hands. "Me however?" Y/n giggled. "You've helped create a monster. Know that every person I kill in the future is on your hands. Every injury is your fault. I'm not a violent person, Jameson." He snorted. "Well, I wasn't. But it seems you fuckwads only answer to violence, so..." Y/n shrugged casually. Jameson shook his head, choking out pleads for his life. Y/n snapped the man's neck and he stopped begging. It was so easy... The silence was wonderful. Y/n felt a weight lift off of his shoulders. "I'm done sitting idly while assholes run Gotham." Y/n stood, not even bothering to do anything but leave the door wide open as he walked calmly away, grinning like an idiot.

Something had been broken and lost indeed. It was Y/n's self control. His moral compass that kept him grounded and toeing the line between good and bad. It was the thing that kept reminding him he was a Wayne. That he was a good person. That he had a family that depended on him, in some way or another. That he had Alfred and Bruce, who he did want to visit even if he also wanted a life outside of them. That he had Oswald, who most often found solace in Y/n's sanity and depended on his restraint to reel him in when people were trying to set him off; Oswald needed Y/n's sense to balance his emotions. And, overall, Y/n was driven by pure spite not to let those damn reporters be right. He would be good and successful and he would show all of them that he could be more than the black sheep of the Wayne family. The disappointment of Gotham. The failure, always in the shadow of the Golden Boy younger brother Bruce Wayne.

But those people who Y/n cared about so much had let people like Jameson walk around, unhindered and unchecked. They had let him get beat up for a very long time before he was nearly killed and their hand was forced. They had let evil people run around and control things while they locked up Y/n for being gay. For being attracted to a man even though he wasn't a woman. There were murderers running wild, with super powers and incredible genius, but the problem people were deciding to focus on was that Y/n was gay.

Well, he was done with the lot of them. He was going to get out and prove to all of them that he was more than a Wayne. More than a mistake. More than a shadow. More than evil or good. More than Bruce's older brother. More than the one dude who had feelings for Jerome Valeska. More than one more gay plague on the face of the planet.

They wanted a monster? They would get one. And Y/n wasn't going to stop until he was satisfied, even if it meant all of Gotham had to die.

-

"Knock knock."

The door opened and Y/n looked over, his face finally showing emotion as his surprise rose. "Jerome?"

The redhead smiled, striding toward Y/n as if he has a tasty treat to share. "My little lover boy." Jerome hooked his finger under Y/n's chin. Y/n yanked his face away. Jerome frowned. "Are you mad at me, pretty boy?" Y/n glared at him. "I'll take that as a yes." He leaned backward. "What have I done, My Darling?"

"You've been avoiding me. We haven't talked in, like, months Jerome. What the fuck?"

"A tad dramatic," Jerome hushed. "And not totally fault." Y/n opened his mouth to argue but Jerome gently grabbed Y/n's throat, pressing his fingers gently into the skin. Their faces were suddenly very close and despite himself, Y/n suddenly felt a thrill to finally feel their skin touch as cheek brushed cheek. "I've been busy planning our escape, if you hadn't noticed." Y/n's eyes drifted to see a nervous Jonathan Crane and Jervis Tetch. "Come with me, won't you? I think we've been apart long enough."

Y/n suddenly began to relax. He didn't manage to smile, but he did get excited. "Well... lead the way."

Jerome left an excited kiss on Y/n's cheek, letting his hand fall away from Y/n's throat in favor of shooting into the air in victory as he giggled, turning to his two partners. "And so we all escape! Come now, we don't have much time." Y/n stood as Jerome lead the way, all four of the men finding their way out of Arkham Asylum finally.

The fun was about to begin.

[milkttea]

Sunny Days

Jungkook x Reader, GN!Reader: one shot

:: fluff, ex-friends to slow lovers

:: warnings: none

Edited: 1/2/20

"Look at the bright side of life and the bright side will look at you. The reflections we send out always return." — Ron Baratono

For the Sunny Days, which bring you joy.

Sunny days were your favorite, they reminded you of your childhood. Now, by all means, your childhood wasn't the best, it had its ups and downs as life does, so it wasn't too bad, nor was it wonderful and like how Disney movies portray life.

However, there was one person in your childhood that made your life so much more amazing. You haven't seen him in years, not since his family moved away. It saddened you because you were best friends, platonic soul mates, you did everything together.

Jeon Jungkook, your best friend since diapers and the boy who you loved since middle school. He also is the boy who left you behind and didn't talk to you at all since he moved away. Kind of makes you bitter, but it has been roughly nine years so you kind of let it go. The feelings never really left though, even after one boyfriend and one girlfriend, who are now your closest friends.

People assume it's weird to be friends with your exes, best friends even weirder, but you believe it's only weird if you let it be. You three constantly joke about it, you were young and we're looking for companionship and tried to find that in relationships, but you found it better this way.

This is where you found yourself in your dorm with said best friends.

"I'm just saying, mixing a bunch of bread dough and then baking it would be amazing!"

"Jimin, do you ever sleep?"

"My eyes close when I sneeze, does that count?"

Seulgi deadpans and contemplates her mortality as she looks at Jimin as he continues on his rant about bread. You walk in at this moment as he has both his feet on the wall, upside down, and Seulgi is about to throw her water bottle at him.

"I leave for two minutes to get ice and Seulgi almost murders you Jimin, are you going on your bread rant again?"

Jimin jumps and hugs you, tackle really, onto the floor as he complains how you took too long, he was pretty clingy, but it's cute on him. The ice you went to get rattles violently in the container, thankfully nothing falls out since you closed it tight because you anticipated this. He finally lets you up after Seulgi flicks his ear telling him how you're being suffocated and that ice will melt. She was right, you were laughing so hard it was getting hard to breathe and you hadn't had asthma, even after doing cross country for three years in high school, and you sure as hell were not trying to get it now.

"Sorry about that, oh you'll never guess who I saw when I was going into class," he brushes you off as a little bit of dust was in your hair, mentally making a note to vacuum later. You raise an eyebrow at this, you really couldn't guess, you knew quite a bit of people even if they weren't close friends.

Jimin, realizing you weren't gonna answer, suggestively wiggled his eyebrows.

"Does the name Jungkook ring a bell?"

You screamed.

Seulgi and Jimin both laugh at your panicked expression. Meanwhile, you were having a minor panic session, you didn't want to see him again, even if you missed him! It's been 9 years, he probably doesn't even remember you and that would be even worse. Guess it's time for you to live out your life long dream of being a hermit, oh how the tables have turned in your favor.

"Yes, the name rings a bell," you hissed, "why do I get the feeling you're going to force an interaction between us?"

He smiles innocently, but you know it's anything but that as you hear three knocks on the door. Your eyes widen so much, Seulgi fears they may burst out of their sockets.

"Jimin you didn't."

"Oh didn't I?"

He opens the door, "Jungkook!"

You run away into your room and lock the door, meanwhile, Jungkook looks at where your form used to be in concern and surprise. That doesn't happen often to him, even if he is pretty shy around girls they mainly run towards him not away. Now if you're wondering, is there a possibility that your first love and ex-girlfriend will get together? Seulgi is a raging lesbian and she has a girlfriend, happily together for 4 years. There was no concern there, besides she was about the spring the big question on her and you couldn't wait because their families were both so supportive.

Anyways, you were hiding under your covers as Jimin and Jungkook moved past that brief moment and start talking about whatever it is they started talking about earlier in the day, probably classes. Seulgi, ever the loving friend, opens the door to your room with the key on top of the door frame and drags your ass out of bed, literally dragging you out and bringing you by hand to the living room where both boys were talking about how the homophobes were at their worst again.

"Those sleazy rats are working hard, but I work harder!"

Jungkook laughs at Jimin's declaration, oh how you've missed his laugh. Deciding to be the bigger person, you flick Jimins forehead, gaining Jungkook's attention as you begin apologizing for running away like that, meanwhile, Jimin tries to get up and tackle you but you have your knee on his groin and stomach. It does a pretty good job of preventing him from doing anything.

Jungkook, internally, is screaming because you have aged so finely he is convinced you aren't real. You're very different from the sixth grade you who was too shy to even talk to boys aside from him and looking at you now he would have never guessed this would happen. You stop talking once you realize that he's just staring at you with his mouth slightly open, your face flushes a bit at his stare so you boldly flick his forehead and tell him to shut his mouth before a fly goes in.

"You haven't that much (n/n), still flicking people on the forehead," he rubs his forehead after stating that. You, on the other hand, are the one now with your mouth open, he remembers you? Your shock, however, is quickly replaced with annoyance and anger because he remembers you. All those years and he didn't once try to get into contact with you? What happened to being friends forever, always being there for each other even if you were far away, you weren't mad, no you were livid. That was quickly noticed by him as your expression went from shock to anger and then blank.

Any emotion you felt was immediately muted as you went to the kitchen to get yourself and Seulgi some food, the aforementioned person going with you and you both talking normally. She knows when to not ask about certain things and let you handle your problems and this was one of those times. Jungkook, on the other hand, was very confused as to what he did wrong. He'd never been on the receiving end of your anger and if he remembers you at all, whenever you get that blank look you are pissed beyond recovery. The room began to feel tense after that so he decided to head out and finish his college work, he thanked Jimin who has been silent the entire time that this exchange happened, and left closing the door silently.

You didn't even glance at the door, everything continued as normal after telling off Jimin a little bit, he understood and apologized immediately and the three of you ate ice cream and had a day in for the rest of the day. You all thankfully had a day off from work and had finished your classes already.

Days after the events that unfolded in your dorm, you walked through the hallways of your college in search of another close friend of yours since you'd made plans with him to go out for coffee and study for your shared classes. You walked into his class right as he finished packing and was conversing with another student, their back to you when he noticed you and waved you over.

"(N/n)! Over here!"

The student he was talking to flinched when he heard your nickname, you paid no mind to it though. You instead, chalked it up to Taehyungs loud voice when he yelled you over, the poor person was right in front of him and his booming voice. Once you neared where they both were, Taehyung decided to ask you about his friend.

"Heeyyy," at this you blanked at him, already knowing he would ask you something, "do you think that it'd be alright to bring along my friend and roommate," he gestures to the person in front of him," with us for coffee? He doesn't get the subject very well- ow!"

His friend smacks his arm, you begin laughing at this exchange when you noticed who it is, however, you immediately stopped laughing.

"Come on Kook! Don't just stand there we gotta get going before the lunch rush starts!"

On the walkout, Taehyung and Jungkook conversed about random topics with you walking silently beside them. However, you decided you were being harsh and pretty rude if you were being honest with yourself and that you couldn't hate Jungkook forever. So you decided to begin talking with them both not him directly, but at least contribute and let him know that you didn't completely hate him. You still didn't forgive him though.

Jungkook was ecstatic! Finally, you started talking to him again! Even if it wasn't directed at him, but he would take what he could get. You were his first love, after all, he never had a girlfriend or boyfriend in those nine years that he had been apart from you. He couldn't get over you. It hurt him deeply to not be able to get in contact with you, but he didn't have a phone in sixth grade after he moved and after time he forgot he forgot what your phone number was, or really what your parent's phone number was. Both of your parents were friends, but with the distance that grew between them they weren't as close as before and they weren't able to get together since their schedules made it nearly impossible. It was because of that, that you and Jungkook weren't able to see each other, especially since you were busy and focused solely on your school work and weren't able to spend time with your friends.

Jungkook was so glad he was able to finally move back to your shared hometown, he never forgot about you even after all these years. To be at the receiving end of your anger though? It broke his heart, and if he were honest after the days of not seeing you since being invited by Jimin to your dorm the only thing that he found that could have angered you was him not speaking to you for nine years. What an idiot he was for thinking that you could just be friends again after all this time and that you wouldn't be mad at him, he knows he would have! Once he came to this conclusion he smacked himself in the face, scaring his roommate Taehyung, until he explained why he did so.

That's the reason why the three of you currently sat in your favorite cafe. You drank your (f/d) as Taehyung mumbled about and you quote: "woes of painting with acrylics."

If he were a dog, you could picture his ears drooping as he whined out, "it dries so fast! Not to even get into the fact that it's so hard to blend!"

His pouting, you had to admit, was pretty adorable and you let out a giggle hiding your mouth. Jungkook noticed this and his cheeks flushed so much you would have thought that his face would have exploded. Upon noticing this, you could feel his stare, your face flushed even more than his and you tried to hide it by taking a sip of your drink, failing to hide it you might add.

Taehyung, for as silly as he seemed, was very observant and he remembered his friend and roommate's dilemma, so he stood up, gathered his things, left $10 for the waiter for his food and drink, then came up with an excuse to rush out.

"Loved hanging with you both! But forgot about an appointment I had to water my plants! So gotta do this again but gotta go don't wanna disappoint the plants y' know? Ok bye!"

With that he rushed out so fast you would think he was being chased by a rabid dog. You and Jungkook both just sat there, mouths open because you've never seen Taehyung move that fast before in the four years you've known him. Jungkook awkwardly clears his throat, getting your attention immediately and he nervously smiles as you just stare at him, waiting for him to say something. What you weren't expecting though was:

"I'm sorry."

You were blown back a little from surprise and your eyebrows went up.

"I- what?"

He nervously bit his lip and looked down, took a deep breath, then looked you in the eyes with such raw emotion on his face.

"I'm sorry for not getting in touch with you after I moved or during the years where we didn't see each other. I regret not trying harder to get in touch and not visiting sooner or trying to get my parents to visit. I hate myself for not trying harder to be your friend, your best friend. I meant it when I first met you when I said that we always be friends. I've never forgotten about you, I never will forget about you and I understand you're angry, sad, annoyed at me and that's valid. I would feel like the luckiest guy in the world if you would give me the honor of being your friend."

After his little speech, he was breathing hard having done it in one breath and you were just sitting there shocked with tears in your eyes because this is all you wanted. Of course, you were mad at him, you were sad and annoyed, but the sadness is what stayed all these years and to hear the man you love- you're best friend apologizes for his mistake really melted your heart and you almost forgave him on the spot, but you had something to say too.

"I'm sorry too, Jungkook. But… do you know how hard it was to not have my best friend there at all to help me when I needed you the most? It hurt so damn much, I'm glad that I had Seulgi, Jimin, and Taehyung there when you weren't. Even so, I should have tried harder to get in touch too and there is no way that I could say sorry for not trying and I hope you would find it in your heart to forgive me. I forgive you and I would also love to have the honor of being your friend again. Your best friend, again."

With both your confessions and apologies out in the open, there was a moment of silence as you both realized you could never really be mad at each other. Both of you paid for your meals, gathered your belongings and left the cafe into the sunny outside. You spent the rest of the day catching up on what had happened in each of your lives for the past nine years.

"No way! There's is no way you broke Namjoon's nose while playing Wii sports!"

Jungkook laughs at your flabbergasted face and laughs such a boisterous laugh that his head tilts back and he lets out such a beautiful laugh you could live in it forever and grins so wide his face might split.

"I swear on my mom's cooking! I'm surprised he didn't kick me out if the house! He said that it was karma for him breaking my phone in my sophomore year in high school!"

As you both continued walking, his hand slipped into yours which caught you by surprise. All you did though was entwine your fingers with his and continue walking back to the dorms.

The sun shined a little brighter that day and as you both went your respective ways to your dorms after a long day, there was only one thought in both of your heads as you went to bed.

'I love Sunny Days.'

[barnesandrogersfanfics]

Unexpected Arrival - 6

Pairing: Bucky x Reader, possible Steve x Reader

Summary: As if working with the Avengers wasn’t exciting enough…. an unexpected visitor is about to change your life forever.

"There you guys are" Nat stated as me and Bucky walked into the common room together "where you been?"

"Buck was just helping me with something...."

"You’re not gonna end up pregnant again are you?" She smirked.

"Oh my god" i shook my head feeling my cheeks burn "really Nat?"

"What? Im just curious"

"Leave them alone" Steve scolded her as he rocked Evie gently in his arms.

"Fine! Y/N fancy coming shopping with me?" Nat asked looking hopeful.

"Id love to but im not really feeling up to it just yet"

"Okay, how about online shopping? I know you still need to get some things"

"I can do that" i nodded smiling at her.

"Lets go to my room, daddy and uncle Steve can watch miss Evie here"

"Um... ok" i turned to look at Bucky and Steve who both nodded and smiled.

"We'll be fine sweetheart" Bucky said "we know where to find you if we need you"

"Okay, if she gets hungry give her the bottle?"

"Sure, I've got this don't worry".

"Bottle? I thought you were breast feeding?" Nat looked at me "you decide to switch to formula?"

"Don't ask.... lets just go" i blushed and quickly walked out the room before i died of embarrassment.

"It was so humiliating Nat!! He was milking me like a damn cow! But i was in so much pain....." i was saying to her after she made me tell her everything, my face buried in my hands as i thought about what had happened, Nat was laughing so hard i reached over and shoved her.

"Hey!"

"Its not funny!! I really dont stand a chance with him now do i!?"

"What do you mean?"

"I mean if he wasn't interested before this....then i stand no chance now he’s had to do that!" I threw myself back on her bed dramatically "i thought the birth was the hardest part of having Evie.... but my god was i wrong! Sure it was the most painful part" i laughed "but all this stuff that comes after..... the hormones... the leaky boobs.... and having to deal with all this with Bucky.... knowing he wont ever feel the way i feel...."

"Okay listen to me, you might not see it but that man out there is crazy about you!"

"Are you mad?" I laughed shaking my head at my best friend.

"Maybe, its not impossible" she shrugged making me chuckle "but I'm telling you, Bucky loves you. I see the way he looks at you when he thinks no one is looking, even before you guys had a kid together"

"If he loved me like you say he does, why did he act like nothing happened in Alaska??"

"Now that i don't know" she shrugged while opening up the online shopping pages on the big screen "you'd have to ask him".

(Buckys POV)

"You okay Buck?" Steve asked making me turn to look at him "you've been unusually quiet"

"Yeah... yeah im fine. Just thinking"

"You wanna talk about it?"

"Its just... never mind" i shook my head feeling like a dumb ass.

"Talk to me, whats on your mind?"

"I thought i could do this, you know? I thought i could be a dad to Evie and just carry on being friends with Y/N.... but its so hard not to feel more"

"Are you saying you have feelings for Y/N?"

"Ive always had feelings for her Steve, how do you think we got here! I have loved that girl from the second i met her" i finally admitted with a huge smile, it felt good to finally get it off my chest.

"This is big Buck! But i dont get it....why did you act like nothing happened after you guys slept together? You ignored her.... dated other women...."

"Wait how do you know.... has she spoken to you about what happened?" My smile dropped as i sat forward looking at Steve.

"No! No of course not!" Steve said quickly clearly lying! He was the worst liar ever!

"What did she say?"

"Nothing...."

"Steve i swear to god if you don't tell me...."

"I cant say okay, i promised her i wouldn't say anything"

"As my best and oldest friend, you better tell me what you know Steve"

Steve exhaled slowly shaking his head as he looked down at my sleeping daughter in his arms.

"Look all im going to say is if you love her, you need to tell her. Because she doesn't believe that you could possibly love her.... that she's not good enough"

"What??" I sat shaking my head "why would she ever think that??"

"You tell me Buck"

Then it suddenly made sense, i understood what Steve meant.

"Shit" i muttered pushing my hair back from my face "its because of how i acted after....."

"Why'd you do it?"

"Because i thought she deserved better, someone better than me. She's so good.... in every way and im..... well we all know how fucked up i am"

"Bucky you are not fucked up! We know that.... she knows that"

"How could she ever love me Steve?"

"I dont know pal but she does"

"What??"

"You never heard this from me you hear me??!" Steve said looking around to make sure no one else was around and i nodded quickly "Y/N loves you.... she's in love with you you idiot! She has been for a while"

"She never said anything....."

"Neither did you! She was hoping that after Alaska things would change"

"But then i ignored her and pushed her away...how could i have been so stupid!!!"

"She's convinced herself that you regretted it, that you could never love her and so she's trying to be your friend..."

"What do i do Steve?"

"Thats your call Buck"

I huffed falling back against the sofa, was Steve telling me the truth?? Was is possible that Y/N loved me??

"Can i ask you something?" I asked turning my head to face Steve, he nodded and waited for me to ask my question "do you have feelings for her?"

"W..what??" Steve stuttered as his cheeks flushed red.

"Its a simple question Steve"

"Its not a simple answer Buck...."

That night i was in bed laying on my side watching Evie sleeping in her basket next to me. The bedroom door opened and closed gently and i already knew it was Bucky, i felt the bed dip as he laid down and then his arm wrapped around my waist as he pulled himself closer.

"Hey doll" he mumbled quietly before pressing a kiss to my neck.

"Hey"

"How was your evening with Nat?"

"It was nice, i ordered some nipple pads so no more embarrassing leaks!" I said chuckling, Bucky was laughing quietly behind me "and i figured out that damn pump.... the weirdest feeling ever!"

"Oh yeah? Even weirder than what we had to do earlier?" He laughed and tightened his hold on me.

"Definitely! your way was more enjoyable" i teased but also felt my cheeks burn at the confession, thank god it was dark so he couldn't see!

"Well I'm always happy to help".

We laid in a comfortable silence both watching our daughter sleep, Bucky was stroking my stomach where his hand rested, i wasnt even sure he knew he was doing it.

"Hey Buck?"

"Yeah doll?"

"I need to ask you something...."

"Okay"

"I dont want you to get mad though, im just curious...."

"Spit it out sweetheart, you can ask me anything"

I took a deep breath gathering my nerves, i had to get this over with!!

"Why did you act like nothing happened that night in Alaska?"

His hand stilled on my stomach for a few seconds and i felt him hold his breath.

"You know what, forget i asked..." i said starting to get up but he pulled me back down to the bed holding me close again.

"Dont go" he said quietly "you just caught me off guard.... you really wanna know why?"

"Yes...."

"I acted like nothing happened because when i woke up i realised you deserved better than me doll. After everything I've done in the past.... i don't deserve someone like you. Id only be a burden on you"

"What....?" I asked not believing what i was hearing, i turned around so i was facing him "how can you say that?"

"Its true" he said giving me a sad smile.

"You’re an idiot James Barnes" i shook my head "you’re not a burden, you are the best man i know" i admitted cupping his face in my hands.

"Well thats not true.... you know Steve"

"You’re still the best man i know" i smiled at him meaning every word.

"But the things ive done...."

"That wasnt you, that was Hydra! If you had been in control of your mind you would never had done any of those things"

"But i still did it" he said sadly.

"It. Wasnt. You" i said again looking him in the eyes "you are a good man Bucky, i know you find that hard to hear but its true. And i will tell you everyday for the rest of my life if i have to" i smiled at him before leaning forward and gently kissing him.

"Doll...." he said pulling away from the kiss, shit! had i really just kissed him??

"Im sorry! I shouldn't have...."

"I love you!" he confessed instantly shutting me up.

"What did you just say....?"

"I said i love you.... im IN Love with you. Ive loved you since the second i met you" he admitted, i could tell by the look in his eyes that admitting this terrified him.

"I love you too" i told him truthfully, if he was being honest it was only fair that i did the same.

"You do?"

"Yes" i whispered before his mouth came crashing down on mine. His hands felt like they were everywhere and it was the best feeling in the world right now. It quickly became heated, i could feel his hardness rubbing against me.

"Buck....as much as i want you inside me right now i cant.... not yet" i pulled away gasping for air.

"I know baby, this is enough for now" he said as he trailed kisses down my neck and continued rubbing up against me.

"You’re gonna be the death of me Barnes!"

Taglist: @booktease21 @founding-fuck-bois @whynot3027 @xpunishedx @siren-queen03

@we-are-all-wild-things

[now-we-say-c0ral]

March 27, 2023

Woke up at 5.15am because Eddie's going to be climbing before working. Morning kisses and a brief cuddle and off he goes. Played Wordle before sleeping and the word today was one of the weirder ones in the game. Woke up again at around 11am and called mommy and Aira. Kind of told them off for not saving some of the money I send them. I told them that I'm not one to contact when some emergency happens because I barely have money for myself. I need to enjoy life and when you don't have money it's kind of hard, you feel me right fam? I mean I can't just work my ass off and not enjoy, right? I think telling them that now rather than later will save me and them from having problems.

Took a bath around 12pm and kind of underestimated the time that I have left to get to GOSH. Ran towards Custom House Station and thankfully got to the train in time otherwise it would have been another 11 minutes of waiting and my appointment was around 1.30pm. Got to Tottenham Court Road Station and took the eastbound Central Line to Holborn and walked my way to GOSH. It was a rather long walk. As I was walking I was thinking how this is going to be my life in the coming months. Waking up a bit early, taking 2 trains, and a 10 minute walk from the station to the hospital. Well, it's the development I want. I have to commit. I was also looking for a gym near work so I can go there after shifts to workout. No luck. The tour with Sam, my new manager, was very fascinating. He took me down and showed me 18 theatres and the cases that they did. It's definitely bigger than Kingston's. I'm pumped to say the least. Also scared, but I'm up for the challenge. After the tour, I went to Chinatown because I was craving for their pork buns and decided to buy Eddie some because well, I just like feeding him for some reason. If you date me, I'm definitely the sweet type. Everything I do, I'll definitely think of you. Went to UCLH to give Eddie his pork buns and I can tell he was smiling even when he was wearing a mask and he sent me the cutest text after. Got to Warren Street and took the Victoria Line to Vauxhall and missed the National Rail back home so I had to wait for another 13 minutes. Got home and sorted my BRP which is now scheduled to be delivered this Saturday so I have to cancel my waiting list. Went to the gym and did chest, some back because the equipments were being used, abs, and a 10 minute walk in the threadmill. Went to Aldi and bought some groceries. Cooked some air fried chicken and some rice with pease and bought some sandwiches and protein pudding for snacks tomorrow. Did the laundry and took a bath and now I'm rested. To end, I've ordered some clothes from Boohooman so I can feel better in the gym. I hope they arrive tomorrow.

I had such a productive day today. I had a lovely stroll around London today and to be honest I just want to see more. I'm excited to meet the people I'll be meeting very soon and I just know that things are going to turn up for me.

Today's thoughts are about being ambitious. I think it's time for me to dream. To want something more out of the mundane that I have right now. I'll make a list of the things I want to do and explore, like a bucketlist, and I'll make them happen.. It'll take most of what I have-- to outgrow my shell and go out of my comfort zone but I know I can do it. I have to.

[flowersintheimpala99]

Hi, I don't know how to start asks :D I was wondering what other ships you'd be willing to write about? Also, maybe a Radmond fic where the two are stuck in an awkward situation? Loveyourstories:3

First of all Nonny, same. I never know how to start asks so don’t worry ‘bout that! As for the ships I’m willing to write about… Get out your pen and paper kids, time for some notes! 

I ship pretty much anything from OK KO and SU, as long as it isn’t something like Jaspis (not comfortable with it personally, don’t care if others like to write it. you do you, I’ll do me, we won’t do each other. probably) or anything involving a minor and a character that we know isn’t a minor. (yes this includes stuff like KO/Rad, which I’ve seen floating around, and stuff like Maxvid). Speaking of that, I also have lots of Camp Camp ships! I love anything involving Maxpres, the two magic kids, Harrison and Neil, Nerris and Nikki, basically anything that isn’t Maxvid or Nurf x Preston (abuse isn’t something I like writing sorry). 

Those are just for cartoons. I also love musicals, so there’s a bunch of ships from them. RENT, Dear Evan Hansen, Be More Chill, and Heathers are my favorites off the top of my head, and I ship almost anyone with anyone in those. 

Then there’s the lovely gold mine that is Polygrumps. (nothing involving Kevin of course, I respect him) Note: I generally include Mark (markiplier) as an honorary Grump for my own self-indulgent reasons. 

Speaking of Mark, if you scroll back to some of my first blog posts, you’ll probably find some Septiplier. While I know that this ship, in general, isn’t always well received because of some of the actions other shippers exhibit, please know that I greatly love/respect Mark, Amy, Jack, and Signe. I never would post Septplier content in any of their respective tags, I know they don’t like to see 40,000+ words of them kissing and stuff. Should anyone ever request that sort of content, it will be tagged appropriately. I expect anyone who reblogs from me to do the same, that way others aren’t seeing stuff they don’t want to see. I will give y’all one warning if you reblog without tagging properly (like not tagging NSFW, using the Markiplier tag for Septiplier content, etc.), and if it happens again, I will straight up block you. 

Anywhore… That’s about it! This has been a PSA by your favorite broke, tired nursing student! Onto the thingy!!!

“Of all the people to get stuck with in a closet…“, Raymond complained, shoving against Rad as he tried to get a little breathing room. Sure, he didn’t exactly need to breathe and all since he was a robot, but he still liked having his personal space thank you very much! Rad let out a muffled curse as he hit the wall, his eyes adjusting easily to the sudden darkness they had been plunged into. Being an alien from a planet with three hours of daylight certainly had its perks!

"Well, it’s not like I’m too happy either.”, he snapped back, kicking Raymond “accidentally” as he got his gangly legs sorted out. The two lapsed into silence for a few seconds, analyzing the hand they’d been dealt. Rad had just wanted to sneak around inside of Boxmore, just to see if Lord Boxman built any kind of weird robots in his spare time. Well, weirder than the ones he normally built. Raymond had been wandering around past his charging time, which was a big problem seeing as it was one of the few rules Coach Boxdad actually had in place. He’d rounded a corner and ran smack into Rad, as evidenced by a slight dent in the metal on his head. The alien had a rather nasty looking bruise forming on his own head, though, so Raymond didn’t really feel too bad about getting banged up.

That was bad enough, being caught by your crush worst enemy when you weren’t supposed to be somewhere, but then it got really bad. The rhythmic clicking of Lord Boxman’s boots echoed down the hall, and the two had panicked. Both would be in all sorts of trouble if they got caught, so Rad, in a brief moment of genius, grabbed Raymond by the arm and yanked him into a nearby closet. While the closet did keep them from being discovered by Lord Boxman, it wasn’t until the footsteps had faded away that Rad tried to open the door. He jiggled the knob, tensing slightly as he realized what had happened.

Like many mechanisms in the Boxmore building, this closet door had an automatic locking function installed. The door had been cracked slightly when Rad had noticed it, so they’d been lucky enough to be able to squeeze in. Of course, the moment the door shut, it locked back into place like it was supposed to. That led to their current position, crammed uncomfortably close inside a locked closet, one they couldn’t possibly get out of without making enough noise to draw the attention of Lord Boxman.So now they were just stuck together, the air getting thicker as every agonizing minute ticked by.

“… Dude, my legs are like, killing me.”, Rad grumbled, shifting his weight from one foot to the other in an attempt to relieve some of the tightness building in his legs. Sure, he was used to standing up all day at his job. The thing about that is, at his job, he actually had more than a couple feet of space to move around. Here, he had maybe six feet for the entire length of the closet, and Raymond was taking up a lot of space.

“Oh lord, tell me you aren’t going to whine about that all night, are you?”, he hissed back, the gears in his mind turning very quickly as he came up with an idea. He moved carefully, minding his spikes as he sat down on the closet floor. “Sit down and spread your legs.”, he demanded, his own night vision functioning at a capacity so that he could see the bright blue flush that spread across Rad’s cheeks. The alien really didn’t like the connotations that sentence could have, especially with the way in which Raymond said it, but he followed along hesitantly.

With the both of them sitting down, it did give Rad more leg room. He was actually able to stretch them out, as long as he didn’t mind the feeling of (surprisingly) warm metal against his skin. He was a little disturbed by the fact that he actually didn’t mind that, and he shook his head to clear away the haze in his head.

“Is this more suitable, Rad?”, Raymond drawled, feeling a smirk tugging at his lips when he felt cool skin against his legs. It was an interesting sensation, that was for sure. It wasn’t exactly like he went around letting organics touch his legs, so the feeling was entirely foreign. It was strange, but not altogether unpleasant. For some reason, he had expected Rad to feel much warmer…

“Yeah, yeah, it’s ‘suitable’… Maybe if you be quiet, I could catch a nap or something.”, Rad replied, letting his head rest against the wall gently. He felt exhausted all of a sudden, a deep sort of tiredness settling into his bones as he laid there. Raymond seemed to oblige him, falling back into silence as he observed the alien. Normally, being this close to him meant they were in the middle of a serious battle, so he never really had the chance to just look at Rad. Now, though… Well, he had plenty of time to just stare at the blue skinned alien. Questions began buzzing around his gears, questions about being having friends, having a real, paying job, and his life back on his home planet.

It was another strange but oddly pleasant feeling. The questions stayed trapped inside his head, though, the moment he caught sight of Rad’s chest. It rose and fell slowly, in time with his gentle breathing. It seemed that he’d already fallen asleep, after a mere minute or two of silence in the cramped space. Frankly, it was almost impressive. Rad reminded Raymond of a cat, in a way. Capable of sleeping at any time, in any place, no matter the situation. Content with the idea of his rival being cat-like, the robot felt his gears slowing to a stop as everything began shutting down. After a few moments, he too fell asleep.

Shannon had several questions the next morning when she opened the linens closet to find her baby brother and his rival sleeping together.

[stranger-who-writes-fiction]

Idle thought: what if a particularly troublemaking reality warping fifth dimensional imp decided to "roleswap" the alternate universe "twins"? Dunno if this means everyone would still have the same powers or not. But I guess that'd mean Kara would suddenly be a forensic scientist, Barry would be a reporter, James would.... still be a reporter, Iris would be a vigilante and a reporter, Winn and Alex would both work at a lab, Cisco and Caitlin would work at a black ops organization...

A few things:

- This is a Very Good Idle Thought- So good, in fact, that I wrote a thing inspired by this Idle Thought (so, thank you!)- It was, though, written at like…twelve at night, so who knows if it makes any degree of sense. Also, beware of spelling and grammar errors. (YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED)

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Karadoesn’t notice that something is…off…untilshe’s at the precinct, flipping through some case files when she atlast realizes:

Ihave no idea what I’m looking at.

Dozensof notes written in shorthand that should meansomething to her, but the longer she squints and stares, the lesssense they seem to make.

Shereads through the rest of the files, hoping something will jump out,look familiar at thevery least.

Shegets a sour stomach for her troubles.

“Lookinga bit green around the gills, Miss Danvers,” John says to her asshe rushes to the nearest restroom. (But where the heck isit, she should know this, she’s worked here for…for…uhhhhhh….)

“You’reone to talk,” she shoots back miserably. John looks just asconfused as she feels because honestly? That comeback doesn’t makeany sense. John Joneshas been working homicide longer than Kara’s been alive.Probably.

“…Areyou alright?” Instead of reprimanding her—which she wouldabsolutely deserve, after a remark like that—he expresses mildconcern, crossing his arms over his broad chest.

“…Idon’t know,” Kara admits, rubbing the side of her face.

“Ithink,” John says gently, “that perhaps it would be best for youto go home early today.”

Karasquints.

“Idon’t think that’s allowed, John. Er—” She winces. What is wrongwith her? Calling him by hisfirst name at work—! “I mean. Detective Jones.”

Johnraises an eyebrow, but very kindly ignores her second screw up.“Won’t be a problem,” he assures her. “Especiallygiven…recent events.”

Karanods slowly.

“…Right,yes.” She moves to push her glasses up the bridge of her nose, andends up stabbing herself in the eye. You’ve never wornglasses before in your life.“Which would be…what, exactly?”

John,at last, stares at her like she’s grown a second head. (Or, perhaps,like she’s just stabbed herself in the eye with her own finger.Either way.) “The….coma?”

“Oh!Oh, ha, yeah, the coma.” Kara chuckles. And then. “Wait. Coma?!”

Karadoes not go home, in spite of John’s (very sound) advice to do so.Instead, she spends the rest of the morning frantically Googlingbrain injuries, amnesia, and whether or not that sort of thing istypically linked to nine-month-long comas.

Afterthe fifth or sixth (terrifying) web diagnosis, Kara shoves her laptopaside and drops her head into her hands, massaging her temples as shetries to make sense of all of this.

Shecan’t remember the coma. Which, okay, is probably not something tofreak out over. The whole pointof comas is that you’re virtually dead to the world while you’re inone, right?

Andshe does remembersleeping for a really long time…at some point…? Sothat’s…something. Maybe?

And…andthat might explain why she’s been so out of sorts. If she hasn’t beenkeeping to her routine due to being down and out for nearly a year,then of course everything is going to feel vaguely weird and…off.

Karasighs. Learning that she was in a coma for nine months might actuallybe the best news she’s had all morning.

Thatthought is depressing enough to set her off on a search for coffee.

Shedoesn’t panic this time, when she can’t immediately remember wherethe communal coffee maker is. Instead, she calmly wanders down to thefirst floor to get her bearings. Surely, something will lookfamiliar, and maybe trigger some sort of memory.

Unfortunately,the only thing that’s familiar? Is John’s frowning face.

Sheknows that expression very well.

“MissDanvers, you’re still here?” he asks. She nods.

“I’mfeeling much better,” she lies, “I don’t need to go home. Really.I’m fine.”

“That’svery good to hear,” John says, “but not what I was referring to.”

Karasuppresses a groan. Great. She’s forgotten something else.“What now?” she mutters desperately.

“Youstill have some time,” John tells her. “If you hurry, you canmake your appointment.”

“Myappointment,” Kara repeats slowly. Okay, okay, she can do this.She’s a forensic scientist. (Apparently?) She can solve this mystery.“With…a health care professional. I assume.”

“Areyou asking me?”

“Pssssh,no. I absolutely knowthat I have an appointment with…someone. Obviously.”

“CatGrant.”

“Right!Cat Grant. I—I have an appointment with the Queen of all Media?”

“…Comeagain?”

“No,that's—” Kara frowns in concentration. “Not…not Queen ofall…Dr. Grant runs STAR Labs,” she says, not entirely sure whereshe’s pulled that bit of information from. “I have to go…to STARLabs.”

“Andyou’d better hurry,” John tells her, patting her on the shoulder.“Otherwise you’ll be late. Again.”

Karafully intends on taking a bus to STAR Labs. Really, she does.

Butshe misses the bus, and then she has to jog to the next stop, andthat’s…

Whenthings get a little weird.

Well,weirder, anyway.

Becauseone minute, she’s hurrying down the sidewalk, just about to breakinto a sprint, and then the next…the next the city street isblurring around her, indistinct, like looking through a rain-soakedwindow pane, except all the colors are running horizontally, asopposed to vertical.

Shegasps, and stops running. The city jumps into startling clarity, thesights and sounds seeming to appear suddenly, and out of nowhere.

There’sa crackle of energy—something like static. A car horn blares.

Karajumps, noticing that she’s in the middle of the street (somehow?!?!)and a taxi’s headed straight for her and she has to move—!

Soshe does.

Andends up in the middle of a field, forty minutes outside of town.

“Dr.Grant!”

Ittakes Kara seven tries to stop herself close enough to STAR Labs toactually enter the facility—she’s been overshooting it every timeshe takes a step, and that alone is enough to put a certain amount ofhysteria in her voice, because what?

WHAT?

Sheforces herself to walk through the halls of the building,because any time she starts to run? She travels miles in thespan of seconds and that’s not normal. In fact, it’s very muchthe opposite.

“Dr.Grant!”

Thehalls are eerily quiet—in fact, the entire facility is virtuallyempty, and at first, it’s disconcerting. But then, Kara has thebarest hint of a memory—something about the labs being…condemnedor closed down or…?

Shefollows the spiraling halls to a main office of sorts. She doesn’tknow what compels her to follow that course, but follow it she does.And when the doors slide back, she’s rewarded with a friendly face.

“Winn!”she cries, just barely stopping herself from surging forward, forfear of The Thing happening again. “I remember you!”

“Uh…thanks…?Oh, oh we’re hugging now, okay. I can do this, I can do hugs.”

“Something’swrong, Winn,” Kara says, releasing him from the hasty embrace. Winnsnorts.

“I’llsay,” he chuckles. “I was in that particle accelerator explosiontoo, you know, and you don’t see me suddenly sprouting superpowers.”

Karastiffens. Super powers.

She…yeah.She has those. Super powers.

Butnot…not like this. Not this weird, blurry…staticelectricity thing. She remembers…

Sheremembers cities seen from above, and broken staplers, and her ownblue eyes behind a pair of nondescript glasses—but blue like…likethe bright, hot blue of a flame.

“This…thisisn’t right,” Kara takes a step back and shakes her head.“This…something’s wrong. Really wrong…”

“…Youokay there, Kara?” Winn asks, concerned.

“Idon't—” Kara shakes her head again, trying to make sense of allof this.

“Maybe…maybesit down,” Winn suggests, pulling over the other desk chair. “Sitdown and wait for Dr. Danvers to check you out.”

“No,”Kara says, backing away. “No I’m going to…” Do what,exactly? She doesn’t know, but she should do something.

“You’restarting to freak me out a little bit,” Winn tells her.“Hey…Danvers!” He shouts over his shoulder. “A little help?”

AndKara’s about to go—like, really go, even risk this weirdrunning thing, but a woman with short dark hair appears from one ofthe other labs, brow knit with confusion.

“Whatis it, Wi—” she stops, catching Kara’s eye, and then Kararemembers.

“Alex,”she breathes. Her sister. Her sister on Earth-38, where she isn’tsome sort speedster from Central City, but rather, National City’sGirl of Steel.

Shecan see that Alex remembers as well, the way the features on her faceshift, and then they’re hugging and asking questions and,

“Whathappened?”

Karathinks back to the day before—at least, she hopes it was theday before—when she and Alex had made a quick, impromptu trip toEarth-One after hearing that Barry had been restored, back safe andsound from his not-brief-enough sojourn through the Speed Force.

Anuninvited guest had appeared, though.

“Mxyhappened,” Kara replies darkly, gritting her teeth. “While wewere all having coffee.”

“Theimp guy?” Alex asks. “The one who was going to marry you?”

“Thevery same.”

BothKara and Alex whirl. Sitting in Winn’s chair, grinning wickedly, isthe Fifth Dimension Imp in the Fifth Dimensional flesh.

“Youtwo are very good,” he says, leaning back in the chair. Karascowls.

“Whatdid you do?” she asks.

“WhatI do best!” he exclaims, like it’s the most obvious thing in themultiverse. “Having a little fun, causing a little chaos.” Hebeams. “You were much faster this time around, beat yourrecord by ten whole minutes! The other team isn’t nearly asgood as you, but then, none of them have that unshakable sisterlybond going for them.”

Somethingcold coils in the pit of Kara’s gut.

“Faster…thistime around?”

“Ithink, for this next round, I’m going to have to split you two up,”Mxy declares, standing from his seat. Alex and Kara reflexivelytense, and Kara places herself between the imp and her sister (thoughof course, Alex tries to do the same.)

“Youcan try,” Kara snarls, and she’s prepared to use Barry’s speedto take this guy down.

Butthat would require knowing how to use Barry’s speed, which isdifferent from her own. She charges forward, but overshoots again,and instead of barreling into Mxy, she clips the desk and topplesforward, sending papers flying.

Mxylaughs.

“Hilarious,”he says, pocketing a smart phone that’s appeared out of thin air.“Definitely going on my facebook page. Do you all still usefacebook, in this dimensi—urk!”

Alexhas him in a choke hold.

“Kara,do the lightning thing!” she yells.

“Idon't—what?” Kara struggles to her feet.

“Barrycan throw lightning, right? Do that!”

“Idon’t know how!”

“Alright,”Mxy growls, and snaps his fingers, vanishing from both sight andAlex’s grip. Alex blinks, and looks around.

“What—”

“Enough,”Mxy says, appearing once more. He snaps his fingers, and beforeKara can even react, Alex is gone.

“No!”she shouts, lunging for the imp. This time, she actually hits hertarget, but just as with Alex, his vanishes, and hits another bank ofmonitors.

“Goodeffort,” Mxy says tauntingly, “but even the fastest girl aliveisn’t fast enough to catch me.”

Karaforces herself to her feet with a pained grunt and is about to wipethat smug grin off his face, but Mxy raises his hand…

Andthe world goes dark as the singular sound of a snap echoes in herears.

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